Shit. Oh shit hell no. By pure instinct, Miguel forcefully grabbed Tulio's arm and pulled him along with him. Rushing headfirst off of the street and in between the houses, zig-zagging their way past bushes, trees and garden decorations. Running had always been one of Miguel's strengths. He was fast, could quickly spot shortcuts and if there seemed to be nowhere to go, he'd find some kind of alternative route.
They crashed out on a street again, and there Miguel stopped, panting for air. Now it should be alright. They should be far away from that ghost-thing now.
A distorted, bone-chilling scream quickly proved that no, it was not alright. The ghost was there. Right there on the street, right in front of them. They couldn't outrun it. There was nowhere to go. And now it floated closer to them with a horrifying, gleeful smile on its face.
Out of sheer panic and fear, Miguel grabbed his backpack and threw the first thing he got ahold of at the ghost with full force. Too late he realized that it was Cerdito's pokeball.
The ball burst open with a flash of light, leaving a small Swinub on the ground. Cerdito looked oddly square-ish and blocky - similar to the ghost and the skeleton monster. But there was no time to think about that. Miguel didn't really like the thought he got, but he'd seen what his pig-like friend could do..
"Attack it! Attack the ghost!" he yelled, gesturing widly.
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By pure instinct, Miguel forcefully grabbed Tulio's arm and pulled him along with him. Rushing headfirst off of the street and in between the houses, zig-zagging their way past bushes, trees and garden decorations. Running had always been one of Miguel's strengths. He was fast, could quickly spot shortcuts and if there seemed to be nowhere to go, he'd find some kind of alternative route.
They crashed out on a street again, and there Miguel stopped, panting for air. Now it should be alright. They should be far away from that ghost-thing now.
A distorted, bone-chilling scream quickly proved that no, it was not alright. The ghost was there. Right there on the street, right in front of them.
They couldn't outrun it. There was nowhere to go. And now it floated closer to them with a horrifying, gleeful smile on its face.
Out of sheer panic and fear, Miguel grabbed his backpack and threw the first thing he got ahold of at the ghost with full force. Too late he realized that it was Cerdito's pokeball.
The ball burst open with a flash of light, leaving a small Swinub on the ground. Cerdito looked oddly square-ish and blocky - similar to the ghost and the skeleton monster. But there was no time to think about that. Miguel didn't really like the thought he got, but he'd seen what his pig-like friend could do..
"Attack it! Attack the ghost!" he yelled, gesturing widly.