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One night, Buki and Fuzen were squatting in an old house. They sat on a ratty old couch and were watching TV with a new flat screen that they stole from a neighbor across the street. Everything was fine and dandy until they heard an explosion nearby. Fuzen got up off the couch, looked out a window on one side of the house, and saw that a bomb had been dropped on the house right next door to them. There was red smoke everywhere and the house had been completely leveled. Buki didn't really care that their neighbor just got bombed, and continued watching TV with a shrug when Fuzen told her what had happened.

The house that Buki and Fuzen squatted in had many holes because it was abandoned many years ago. There were broken windows here and there, and a hole in the roof with a diameter of 2 feet. Up until this point, the damage to the house didn't affect them in the slightest. 20 minutes after the bomb dropped, harsh knocking was heard on their front door. It startled the shit out of Fuzen, and only made Buki slightly twitch.

"I was expecting a package. It's the delivery person," Fuzen told Buki, as she had a baffled look on her face.

He got up off the couch with a stretch and walked over to the door. He looked through the peephole of the door first to make sure he wasn't opening the door to any pranksters, and what he saw caught him off guard: it was the mailman, but something was definitely wrong with him. His eyeballs were sitting in enlarged eye sockets with dark circles around his eyelids. He no longer had the teeth of a human, and instead had teeth and an underbite that strongly resembled an angler fish's. His jowls were hideously sagging despite being only 25 years old, and his skin was deeply reddened as if he spent too much time in a sauna. The mailman wore a hideous toothy grin on his face as he clutched the small package in his disfigured, spidery fingers with ridiculously sharp black nails. Somehow, the man's clothes were torn as if he recently partook in a dogfight.

"Well, is it the delivery person?" Buki asked, as Fuzen had been standing by the door for far too long to gawk at the deformed man through the peephole.

"...Uh..." Was Fuzen's only reply.

The harsh knocking persisted. Fuzen quickly walked away from the door and never answered it. Nobody in the neighborhood knew 2 ghost Pokemorphs lived in that abandoned house, anyway; they kept their presence a secret unless somebody intruded.

"So... who was it?" Buki asked him with a smirk on her face.

Fuzen looked like he was about to shit a brick. It was normal for him to see a creepy Ghost-type Pokemon, but it rubbed him the wrong way to see a deformed human.

"Um... It was him, but—"

"But what!?" Buki immediately interrupted. "Get to the point!"

"S-something... m-messed him up," Fuzen stuttered.

"What, the bomb?" Buki snickered. "You couldn't possibly think...?"

She noticed Fuzen silently staring at the ground and started to take this matter a bit more seriously.

"Well, if it was the bomb, hopefully we'll be safer in here than out there." Buki patted Fuzen's back reassuringly and looked out the window.

"The sun's starting to rise. It's time for me to hit the sack..." Buki yawned and walked upstairs to her bedroom and flopped onto the bed.

What Fuzen saw kept him wide awake, so he wasn't going to be sleeping very soon. He plopped onto the couch and continued watching TV. 2 hours later, he heard a long groan come from the stairwell. He didn't pay much attention to it and assumed it was the wood creaking from old age.

"...Fuzen..." A voice directly behind him spoke directly into his nonexistent ear.

Fuzen nearly fell off the couch. He whipped his head around and saw that it was Buki. Almost everything about her was dark. Her eyes were darker, her fur was darker, and even her clothes were darker. The tuft of hair on her head seemed to have grown longer, and the whisker-like tufts on the side of her face appeared to have perked upwards a little to make her face appear more streamlined. Her teeth were extremely sharp and were nearly sharper than the deliveryman's teeth. Her old torn cloak was replaced with a brand new one with the stereotypically villainous high colllar. She looked like a Gengar Dracula rip-off.

The ghostly edge was too strong. The TV began to malfunction. Static took over its screen for a few seconds until a Linkin Park music video began to play. Buki doubled over backwards and began to crawl like a possessed gymnast toward him. Fuzen had no choice but to run outside. Buki knew this house like the back of her hand and would be able to find him anywhere—especially since she's able to phase through walls. Paranoid that the mail guy would still be standing at the front door, Fuzen took the back door. As soon as he open the door, the red smoke from the house next door hit him like a truck covered in knives. He felt it seep through the fabric of his doll body and it felt paralyzing. He dropped to his knees like a stiff dummy, feeling the smoke crawling in his "skin" like malicious insects. It was taking over him, and he was losing control of himself. Tears started appearing all over his body and he couldn't do a single thing about it. He fell to the ground and blacked out.

Fuzen had been unconscious for over an hour, and he woke up on the couch. He sat up and rubbed his head. He felt like he was experiencing a hangover and had a weird urge to listen to death metal music. Buki was standing right behind the couch, watching him.

"How're ya feelin', Fuze?"

"Eh... I feel—Holy shit." He saw Buki's twisted grin once more and realized what he went through wasn't a dream.

Despite the pounding headache, Fuzen got up off the couch and ran to the nearest mirror. He stared at himself in the cracked mirror above the fireplace. He looked very similar to the delivery guy minus the ridiculous underbite. His eyeballs were in eye sockets too big for them, his mouth looked like it was torn open on both sides like a Glasgow smile but sewed back together, much like the rest of his body where previous tears were. Fuzen figured Buki sewed him back up while he was knocked out.

"These wounds... they will not heal. I'm going to Curse the fuck out of the person who dropped that bomb. They'll see. THEY'LL ALL SEE!!" Fuzen began to laugh maniacally as he yanked out old nails from the wall and stabbed himself with them. He was going to unleash a massive Curse on someone, and it wasn't going to be pretty. The combined edge of Fuzen and Buki were so strong that the house itself turned into a massive knife as the Linkin Park song that was playing on loop continued to blast from the TV.

The Edge End.

Late April Fool's joke is late.

Description
One night, Buki and Fuzen were squatting in an old house. They sat on a ratty old couch and were watching TV with a new flat screen that they stole from a neighbor across the street. Everything was fine and dandy until they heard an explosion nearby. Fuzen got up off the couch, looked out a window on one side of the house, and saw that a bomb had been dropped on the house right next door to them. There was red smoke everywhere and the house had been completely leveled. Buki didn't really care that their neighbor just got bombed, and continued watching TV with a shrug when Fuzen told her what had happened.

The house that Buki and Fuzen squatted in had many holes because it was abandoned many years ago. There were broken windows here and there, and a hole in the roof with a diameter of 2 feet. Up until this point, the damage to the house didn't affect them in the slightest. 20 minutes after the bomb dropped, harsh knocking was heard on their front door. It startled the shit out of Fuzen, and only made Buki slightly twitch.

"I was expecting a package. It's the delivery person," Fuzen told Buki, as she had a baffled look on her face.

He got up off the couch with a stretch and walked over to the door. He looked through the peephole of the door first to make sure he wasn't opening the door to any pranksters, and what he saw caught him off guard: it was the mailman, but something was definitely wrong with him. His eyeballs were sitting in enlarged eye sockets with dark circles around his eyelids. He no longer had the teeth of a human, and instead had teeth and an underbite that strongly resembled an angler fish's. His jowls were hideously sagging despite being only 25 years old, and his skin was deeply reddened as if he spent too much time in a sauna. The mailman wore a hideous toothy grin on his face as he clutched the small package in his disfigured, spidery fingers with ridiculously sharp black nails. Somehow, the man's clothes were torn as if he recently partook in a dogfight.

"Well, is it the delivery person?" Buki asked, as Fuzen had been standing by the door for far too long to gawk at the deformed man through the peephole.

"...Uh..." Was Fuzen's only reply.

The harsh knocking persisted. Fuzen quickly walked away from the door and never answered it. Nobody in the neighborhood knew 2 ghost Pokemorphs lived in that abandoned house, anyway; they kept their presence a secret unless somebody intruded.

"So... who was it?" Buki asked him with a smirk on her face.

Fuzen looked like he was about to shit a brick. It was normal for him to see a creepy Ghost-type Pokemon, but it rubbed him the wrong way to see a deformed human.

"Um... It was him, but—"

"But what!?" Buki immediately interrupted. "Get to the point!"

"S-something... m-messed him up," Fuzen stuttered.

"What, the bomb?" Buki snickered. "You couldn't possibly think...?"

She noticed Fuzen silently staring at the ground and started to take this matter a bit more seriously.

"Well, if it was the bomb, hopefully we'll be safer in here than out there." Buki patted Fuzen's back reassuringly and looked out the window.

"The sun's starting to rise. It's time for me to hit the sack..." Buki yawned and walked upstairs to her bedroom and flopped onto the bed.

What Fuzen saw kept him wide awake, so he wasn't going to be sleeping very soon. He plopped onto the couch and continued watching TV. 2 hours later, he heard a long groan come from the stairwell. He didn't pay much attention to it and assumed it was the wood creaking from old age.

"...Fuzen..." A voice directly behind him spoke directly into his nonexistent ear.

Fuzen nearly fell off the couch. He whipped his head around and saw that it was Buki. Almost everything about her was dark. Her eyes were darker, her fur was darker, and even her clothes were darker. The tuft of hair on her head seemed to have grown longer, and the whisker-like tufts on the side of her face appeared to have perked upwards a little to make her face appear more streamlined. Her teeth were extremely sharp and were nearly sharper than the deliveryman's teeth. Her old torn cloak was replaced with a brand new one with the stereotypically villainous high colllar. She looked like a Gengar Dracula rip-off.

The ghostly edge was too strong. The TV began to malfunction. Static took over its screen for a few seconds until a Linkin Park music video began to play. Buki doubled over backwards and began to crawl like a possessed gymnast toward him. Fuzen had no choice but to run outside. Buki knew this house like the back of her hand and would be able to find him anywhere—especially since she's able to phase through walls. Paranoid that the mail guy would still be standing at the front door, Fuzen took the back door. As soon as he open the door, the red smoke from the house next door hit him like a truck covered in knives. He felt it seep through the fabric of his doll body and it felt paralyzing. He dropped to his knees like a stiff dummy, feeling the smoke crawling in his "skin" like malicious insects. It was taking over him, and he was losing control of himself. Tears started appearing all over his body and he couldn't do a single thing about it. He fell to the ground and blacked out.

Fuzen had been unconscious for over an hour, and he woke up on the couch. He sat up and rubbed his head. He felt like he was experiencing a hangover and had a weird urge to listen to death metal music. Buki was standing right behind the couch, watching him.

"How're ya feelin', Fuze?"

"Eh... I feel—Holy shit." He saw Buki's twisted grin once more and realized what he went through wasn't a dream.

Despite the pounding headache, Fuzen got up off the couch and ran to the nearest mirror. He stared at himself in the cracked mirror above the fireplace. He looked very similar to the delivery guy minus the ridiculous underbite. His eyeballs were in eye sockets too big for them, his mouth looked like it was torn open on both sides like a Glasgow smile but sewed back together, much like the rest of his body where previous tears were. Fuzen figured Buki sewed him back up while he was knocked out.

"These wounds... they will not heal. I'm going to Curse the fuck out of the person who dropped that bomb. They'll see. THEY'LL ALL SEE!!" Fuzen began to laugh maniacally as he yanked out old nails from the wall and stabbed himself with them. He was going to unleash a massive Curse on someone, and it wasn't going to be pretty. The combined edge of Fuzen and Buki were so strong that the house itself turned into a massive knife as the Linkin Park song that was playing on loop continued to blast from the TV.

The Edge End.

Late April Fool's joke is late.