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The Duskull from before would drift on over to where Lynnette was sitting, staring at her curiously. Hook would growl slightly, though the Duskull didn't even flinch. Lynn would sigh, staring right back at the Duskull. "I don't suppose you could help us find something more interesting than the more common Pokemon in here could you? I'm getting sick of Woobats, and pervy Gurdurr, and... whatever else it is I've dealt with in the last little while." The Duskull would tilt its head slightly before drifting off. Lynnette would sigh again, resting her head in her hands.

As Sub continued his journey through the fun house he stopped as he noticed one of his fellow Snagems walking away, a pile of two broken Safari Balls and one broken Great Balls lying on the ground with a Misdreavus cackling triumphantly in the air above them. It didn't take long for Sub to put two and two together; Crystal had attempted to catch that cocky little ghost and ran out of Pokeballs to throw at it and now the thing was gloating about her failure.

Maybe it was all the encounters he had with the Pokemon he had here, or perhaps it was something but regardless Sub had decided he was going to wipe the smug look off that Misdreavus's face and catch it. And when he did catch it he would give it to Crystal just to rub salt into that Ghost Pokemon's wound. He just wished he could see its face when it realizes it was going to escape the ball.

"Allan, Mean Look!" Sub commanded, the Misdreavus whipping its body around as it heard the human speak up.

"Bisharp!" Roared Allan as his shadow took on a sinister form, rising up off the ground and towering over him as it took on the shape of himself but far more twisted and devilish, with glowing red eyes that bore heavily into the Ghost Pokemon's very existence, making it painfully aware that it would not be escaping from this fight.

The Misdreavus was now angered, having already scuffled with one Pokemon just to have to throw down with another. The mad spirit would fire off a brilliant rainbow beam of energy from its necklace gem, the Psybeam slamming into Allan's chest and right did not bother the Dark type in the least. Often times wild Pokemon were not aware of type advantages and disadvantages.

"Now hit it with a Feint Attack!" With the Misdreavus caught off guard from its attack now hurting the enemy Allan took this moment to slip away unnoticed and get behind the floating apparition, smacking the ghost down to the ground with the blunt side of its Dark energy infused wrist blade.

The Screech Pokemon growled as it struggled to get airborne again, glaring at Allan intently. A feeling of absolute malice permeated the air in the room, the source of the malice incredibly apparent. The Misdreavus was bearing its Grudge towards Allan, making its feelings very well known, this Ghost Pokemon wanted nothing but pain and suffering to befall Allan and if he knocked her out then the Bisharp would know what true suffering was.

"Not going to happen." Sub said with a smile. "Metal Sound!" He commanded, the Bisharp unleashing a horrible ear splitting noise which caused the Misdreavus to flail around on the ground in agony.

That was when Sub tossed one of his own Safari Balls at it. Let's see if his luck would be better.

"Great Job Poochyena." Let us continue through this "Fun" house. The duo continue on their investigation of the Manor.

Another Spoink would approach Lynnette, though this one was clearly braver than the last one, choosing to not back down when Hook decided to growl at it. Instead, the Bounce Pokemon would charge at the duo, hitting them both with a Zen Headbutt, causing Lynnette to tense up, and her Snubbull to growl even more. Climbing out of his trainer's lap, Hook would attempt to make himself seem as large as possible before charging at the Spoink, flailing about in his Rage. The Spoink would recoil, shuddering slightly. But still, the little Psychic type refused to back down, shooting a Psybeam at the Snubbull in an attempt to take him off guard. The attack would hit, causing Hook to stop flailing around and glare at the Spoink. Lynnette wouldn't bother giving out orders, Hook knew how to take care of himself, and besides, it was obvious the Snubbull just wanted to take his frustration out on something.

The Spoink would back up as Hook inched closer, his front paws raised, and a deadly look in his eyes. Charging again, Hook would hit the Spoink with a Play Rough, causing the Spoink to go flying backwards. The Bounce Pokemon would attempt to get up and charge towards the Snubbull, but would find itself falling back over instead. Seemed it wasn't as tough as it thought it was. Oh well. Hook would climb back up into Lynnette's lap, still growling ever so slightly.

Having still not moved from their spot, Lynnette and Hook would both watch as a Sewaddle came into the hallway, and... immediately left. Apparently both trainer and Pokemon looked pretty intimidating. Maybe it would be better if they got up and continued looking around? Lynn would stand, but she wouldn't move from her spot quite yet. Just a few more minutes and then she'd try a different room.

"Oh son of Hades, where did this statue come from!? Scared the hell out of me." Poochyena starts growling. "What's wrong?" the Statue starts moving, "Ummm, that's a pokemon isn't it? I'm such an idiot, i wondered why that looked like a Golett." Poochyena let out a massive roar. The Golett looked down at them and turn and left.

"Let's not have that happen again, i hate pokemon sneaking up on me."

The two when down the hall to what looked like the size of a Master bed room.

"Trishella Sparx ."

"And your Pokemon?"

"My Electrike, Fuse."

"Alright, here are your Safari Balls. You have three to use."

Registration completed, Trish rushed into the Safari zone, pausing as she entered the area. "What. The. ~/~?" She demanded, seeing where she would be hunting for Pokemon. "If I get attacking by a freaking zombie in here, I'm going to sue somebody. And then eat their brains, probably." She decided, the horrific images of dated clowns and other fun house-type attractions only reinforcing her dislike of clowns. She grew up in Lumiose for several years, after all, exposed regularly to mines, the saddest and most pathetic of the clown race.