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Stareing up at the old haunted Lighthouse, part of it destroyed from a bad hurricane and infested with wildlife and vegitation. Walking through the arch way where teh door used to belong, noticeing Grafetti all along the walls. Some Reassurance came back to me, if other had been here then it isn't as bad as they say. The wind blowing make teh Lighthouse howl inside, scattering rattatas avoiding the light from my flashlight. Stumbling up the stairs Each room looked the same, grafetti on the walking and wildlife darting from site. I got to a part where the stairs had been destroyed, retracking my foot steps and looking for another way up. Almost seems hopeless, but determined to find out what it going on, all of a sudden the Lighthouse turns on. Light shines down from hole in the ceiling, and luck has it a spot revieled to climb up to the next level. Before reaching the next level the light started to flicker out in the light house. Almost loosing balance, I reach the next level in complete darkness. The Arora in the room has changed, then the light comes back on and the graffetti this time has changed. demonic signed and looks like blood words saying "GO BACK". Looking around, nothing else seemed weird other than it was an abandoned light house. Continueing on up the staires, the second floor from the top of the lighthouse was intense. The walls covered in red, nothing of wildlife or vegitation to be spoted, and not even echos or wind seemed to exsist. The feeling of complete lifelessness fills the body, as i approach the last door to the top. On the Door looked like seal of some sort that i have only seem in books of demonic cultures. Which I had to study for a school assignment. But I couldn't stop, I had to make it to the top. Most have stoped before reaching this seal, the rest once seeing the seal turned back. Not me, I'm going to proceed. Pushing with all my might trying to open the rusted doors, they finally give out after awhile of being slamed into. Tumbling strait into the stairs, shoulder now dislocated. I approached the next floor which looked like a room. There was a messy bed, a desk with papers scattered all over it, dresser, tables, chairs, and other things. Unlike the rest of the Lighthouse, this was rather neat and clean, except the messy bed. Then the light turns back on again from the lighthouse. Frozen in place the whole room lite up. I went to the desk and looked at the papers. It looked to be a journal torn apart. The few pages I could read before the light went out, talked about an old friend passing away, they couldn't take being lonely, and they found something. What ever they found, I could not read for the light flicked back out. Looking back to the top of the tower, collecting the papers and stuffing them into my pocket. I headed for the door, the footsteps sounded like they had an echo and an errie windy whisle could be heard faintly. Frozen from the new noise other noises could be heard. Something was approaching but to dark to see anything. A small dark mass moved acrossed from where i stood, making a bloody gurggling sound mixed with a high piched whimper. Then it happened, the light flickered on again, a bloody and torn flaffy staired into nothingness, the light on its' tail flicked on and off broken like the rest of the Flafffy. With one wrong step backward, The flaffy was alerted to my pressents. turning its head and facing me, it howls bloody murder at me and begins to move faster towards me. In a panic, i found myself shut away in a closet. Sitting against the door as the door is being pounded away be the flaffy. What the heck was it, the flaffy looked dead, that couldnt be. I thought to myself and pulled out the paper and used my flashlight to read the papers from the journal.
Dairy journal #351: "I couldn't take it anymore, I lost everything. My friend, my dear friend. But I don't have to suffer any longer, I found it. I found what I need. I found a way to bring you back, my friend. We will be able to play together forever.
Journal #362: "It was a misstake to bring you back. I'm sorry. I can't take this, all the blood, and your skin is falling off. I thought if i could save you quickly, that this wouldnt happen. You show no emotions, u just follow me around. Your not my friend anymore. I must except this.... I'm so sorry, my friend."
Journal #368: "I need to get away, my friend. You are not well and I need to find how i can fix all of this. i'm sorry I'll try to fix you.... But I need to get away to think."
Journal # 400: "It's been awhile since i have came back to you, my friend. Please don't be made at me. Hopefully this works to fixed you, I traveled everywhere to find anything to help you. If not hopefully the seal will keep you here. We cant have others seeing you, they will hurt you. Tonight at midnight, we will try and fix this mistake."
At the corner of the page looked like bloody finger prints. Did the owner of this Flaffy turn it isnt a zombie..... Before I could think anymore, the doors fly open. The hinges wriped off the wall. With a bloody scream and pushing myself to the back of the closet. The flaffy glares at me. For a few secounds, I thought, is this it... this is how i am going to die? The Flaffy began to move towards me slowly. Completely terrified, hearts racing, I sheild my face from any on coming attacks. Suddenly a heavy hit to my chest, knocks the wind out of me. Flailing my arms screaming from being under attack. I felt a nuzzeling motion to my chest. I looked down to see a torn and bloody flaffy hugging me. If it wasnt for it being dead, and sounding horrid. I would have thought it was crying, wait it was crying. Sitting up, bewilder stairing down at the little flaffy. Feeling pitty, I wraped my arms around the tiny thing. "What the Heck happened to you?" The flaffy looks up at me, with some emotions shown in its face. The only thing that poped in my head was the owner had to have been successful at restoreing personality to the flaffy. But at what cost, the howling wind blew again, and behind me i heard. "Please take care, my friend." The owner had died trying to give his friend back its' personality, emotions and soul. Holding the flaffy I walk to the top of the lighthouse. "I don't know if i could just leave you alone here. I also know I sure cant make this climb everyday to see you..... So you think you want to join me and I promise you will never be left alone again. If you want to, light this house one last time, to give prayers to you friend and let them know you are safe. If you don't want to i also understand. I will try to see you as often as i can." Giving the Flaffy a choice it smiles and climbs down and stares out at the sea. With a Bloody gurggling howl, the lighthouse lights up briliantly. then the flaffy turns to me andhugs my leg. "Alrighty, Let go then little one. I'll make sure nothing happens to you and you are never left alone. For you friend, they put to much hard work into bring you back, and you cant just be left alone anymore." Picking up the flaffy, blood covering my hands and clothes, together we leave the lighthouse and together we will never be alone.

G.I Badass was trumping through the beach at the foot of the large old lighthouse. “God ******** dammit! I can get some tail but no good food.” He said and saw a flash at the top of the hill and stopped dead to take a look. What was that? The lighthouse had been out for a long time and no one ever went up there to turn it on, because it was supposed to be haunted. G.I huffed and decided to take a look inside the stupid building.
He hopped over some fallen beams as he took a look around the old building. There wasn’t really much to look at, but there was something that he found strange. Piles of pop rock containers, all empty and all blue flavored. “What the?” He said to himself and kept going, getting to the stair case that lead up to the top of the lighthouse. G.I could hear someone crying as he got closer to the top. G.I stopped for a moment and peeked over the edge of the top and was smacked in the face by a small ball of fur. G.I badass shrieked like a little girl and jumped back almost falling back down all the stairs. But he caught himself in time to look and see what attacked him. His heart was beating a thousand miles an hour and he felt even more that he was freaked out by a small little puff ball.
“Why the ******** did you attack me!?!?” He yelled and stepped towards the little bloody thing, this pup was of those zombies that had been popping up everywhere. They were annoying and thought they were the s**t because they were zombiefied.
“I thought you were going to hurt me. . ” He said and scurried behind the base of the light barely peaking out. Then came the bright flash of light and the little pup cursed and started smacking his tail against the metal bars and wooden floor. “Stop it Fred! You will get us caught.”
“Whose Fred?” G.I Badass asked and came around to see the little zombie banging his bright yellow ball tail against the ground. It had a big crack in it and was flashing on and off like a broken lightbulb.
“The little firefly that lives in my tail. . . He keeps getting us caught. Since i’m a pokemon people keep trying to capture me! And Fred flashed when I get over excited. I’m Peeram , sorry for attacking your face.” Peeram said and sat down in front of G.I.
“Um. . . Im sorry to hear that? I think, but i’m G.I Badass, and I don’t think there is a firefly living in your tail Peeram.” He said and the little sheep shook his head.
“No! He’s in there, I hear him talking to me, he says one day i’m going to get big! And I’ll have cool abilities! All I need is someone to take care of me. . .” the little pup said and walked over to where G.I was sitting and curled up under his paws, closing his eyes. “You are nice G.I, but you scream like a girl.” Said Peeram said and fell asleep, seeming to have exhausted himself completely.
G.I looked around, wondering what he was supposed to do with the pup. He looked down at the pup and felt a little bad, normally he was used to saving damsels in distress, but this wasn’t a damsel, but in more distress that he had seen in a long time. “I guess he id kinda cute. . . “ Said G.I to himself and rolled his eyes. “I’m turning soft, damn his cuteness.” He said and picked up the little ball of fluff and carried Peeram in his mouth as he walked out and started back for the city. He would protect this little pup for as long as he could. The little zombie was fast asleep and purring a little as they got back to G.I’s house, he set him up with his own bed and made sure to cover it in some red towels so he wouldn’t get blood everywhere. “I must be crazy. . . “ He said and turned off the light.

good luck!! (idk what or if Mareep was given away yet but yeah!)