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With a single step, meaningful but badly-paced, Lucy found herself inside the mansion. The creaking of the floorboards was the first sound to echo through the building in so many decades. The flashlight she carried in her quivering hands soon proved its futility, as the evening sunlight still permeated the stained windows. Once the twenty-year-old let go of the wooden door, she observed her surroundings. Dust and cobwebs enveloped the old-fashioned furniture, allowing a foreboding atmosphere to arise. Most importantly, however, were the paintings decorating the stained walls. Dry paint of various colors gently touched the canvas, illustrati

Luna: Mmmmm...the gloves are going away...and is that a bracelet?~ ---------- Luna: Heheheeee!~ That's better! I'm all perfect for Mistress now!~ ---------- [The door to the room opens...it must be Gonzy...!] Luna: Ooooh...? That must be her... ---------- Luna: Mistress!~ I hope you loooooove- ---------- Luna: *GASP!* M-MISTRESS!? WHA...WHAT'S- WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO YOURSELF!? ---------- Gonzy: Hmhmmm...~ What?~ Did you think I would let only you have the fun?~ ---------- Gonzy: We're going to the beach together, but not with just one of us being a lovely "busty boi babe".~ ---------- Gonzy: It'll be both of us.~ Us looking per

[During a lovely summer day, Luna is getting prepared for a day at the beach with her Mistress.~] Luna: Mmmnnhh...Mistress is really serious about this.~ She really wants me to wear this... ---------- Luna: It...feels very comfy, but she said that there's more to this... ---------- Luna: It does feel a tiny bit loose- oh...I forgot to take off my gloves! ---------- Luna: Eheheh...silly me.~ I'll fix that in a bit.~ ---------- Luna: For now, I wanna see what's gonna happen.~ She said it takes a- ---------- Luna: Eeeee!~ There it is! I can't wait to see what happens! ---------- Luna: W-Whoooa...that...that feels...so... ----------

Chrissy: Oooh.~ I had a feeling you'd be here, Gonzy.~ ---------- Chrissy: I got your gift as I was heading upstairs.~ Rose gave it to me, and I can't wait to see what's in it.~ ---------- Gonzy: I'm sure you'll like it, Chrissy!~ Though, I wonder what you've gotten for me for Christmas.~ ---------- Gonzy: Is it finally time for me to have a nice shiny pair of boots like yours?~ Or could it be something else entirely?~ Chrissy (Off-screen): Well, that's why I decided to find you.~ My gift...isn't something I could put in a box.~ ---------- Gonzy: Reeeeeally?~ What could it be, then?~ Chrissy: Well, since you're so adorably eager...

The Kanto region was a colorful place, with an endless variety of people and Pokémon alike. All types of trainers cherished its one-hundred-and-fifty-one specimens, which gleefully wandered around the vast province. Amidst its narrow routes and frenzied cities, the eager inhabitants proceeded with their daily lives. Some worked as professors, while others made ends meet by helping out gym leaders. It was a peaceful nation, and the sun rising in the east always signified a prosperous future for all of its inhabitants. And on route three -- which connected the populous Pewter City with the towering Mt. Moon, two trainers took a stroll amid

A set of scintillating lamps shone on the ceiling, basking the room in an array of golden colors. The tiled floor, bright and clean, reflected people's faces as they passed by. Like a chessboard, the tiles were painted in varying shades of white and black. They hypnotized those who walked around the room, messing with their depth perception. Despite everything, however, the movie theater was warm and comforting. People of all ages and personalities walked around the hallways, talking with their friends about the movie they'd soon watch. The movie theater was packed, which was unusual for a workday. Most of the employees there expected as suc

[This is continuing a story arc from where Purified and Proper left off at!] [Within the same city in which Alex and Mary had been changed completely, we see a girl - known as Kylie - that sounds like she is begging for something...] Kylie: I-I've seen you before. Both you...and that lady you're with too... ---------- Kylie: You've been making people happy, apparently...t-turning them into...better people. Well, I...I... ??? (Off-screen): Don't be shy...just say it.~ ---------- Kylie: I want that too...! I want...I want to be...b-be... ??? (Off-screen): Let it out...things will be much better when you do.~ ---------- Kylie: *sniffle

[The following is being said by Gonzy.] ["So...here is a fun fact about the girl that told Kevin about her story. I was the one that told her to go over to his place.~] ---------- ["How do I know Rennae? Well, it all started years back, just doing my usual stuff in games and online chats...when I started to talk to this user who wanted to get to know me."] ---------- ["Days, Weeks, Months...soon, she actually wanted to meet me because we found out that weren't too far away from each other!"] ---------- ["Ceslia told me to be careful, because you'll never know what'll happen with people online, but I gave it a shot! If anything, I'd hav

Kaye hardly lived a fulfilling life. She had lived in this world for nearly four decades, and the past two had been as shallow and uneventful as a children's birthday party. Nothing ever changed, and things never improved. Kaye's friends remained the same since her depressingly mundane childhood. Her house was nearly identical to all the others polluting her monotonous cult-de-sac. And her routine was unchanged from when she was twenty, save for the unexpected addition of gluten-free yogurt and sensationalist reality-shows to her day-to-day life. Any attempts to change her lifestyle were as futile as they were nonsensical. From changes in

Dark clouds reigned over the sky. On the ground, raindrops touched the concrete, descending from above, falling like potent missiles -- or the bitter tears from a bawling child. Thunder echoed everywhere, sounding like a clarion call from an unknown messenger. It wasn't often that the inhabitants of the Kalos region spent an afternoon without witnessing the sun. On that autumn day, however, they could only wonder if Kyogre had awakened again. And amidst the flooded streets, a trio of friends dashed through the rainfall. They held their backpacks above their heads, using them as makeshift umbrellas. Neither of them knew how much -- or how lit

Sophia walked around with her arms crossed, shuddering with every step she took. Her coat wasn't enough to protect her from the early winter cold, despite all the inexpensive faux fur covering it. But she wasn't the only one who felt that way. As the woman looked around her surroundings, she could see everyone's breaths escaping from their mouths -- silver clouds drifting in the air, dissipating before long. The city was bustling with activity, despite the gray clouds that loomed on the sky. People of all ages and sizes strolled around the busy streets, entering and exiting the nearby stores -- trees adorning the concrete jungle. They walked

People are often quick to state the decaying nature of shopping malls. It's far from an exaggeration to claim that they'll soon meet their demise, especially in countries such as the United States. Stores are closing down, and shopping malls are ceasing to exist. But despite being aware of such a socio-economic decline, Micah and Brianna can't help but question the veracity of such tales as they stand still, watching the sea of people walk around the building. The shopping mall -- the last one in their city -- is booming with activity. Adults and teenagers alike enter and exit the stores, dragging a myriad of plastic bags alongside them. It'

The door to her house uneventfully opened, allowing the moonlight to flood her living room. Another exhausting day at her office job. Another day she spent daydreaming about a better life. Although Emma was far from being the most unsatisfied person in the Pokémon World, she most certainly felt like she was. Considering her overwhelmingly depressing job and less-than-desirable financial situation, it was difficult for the young woman to think otherwise. Oh, how she constantly dreamed of a better life. Although she wasn't proud to admit such a thing, Emma spent the better part of her childhood reading cliched detective books. From Sherl