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PotO: Pokemon Edition: Chapter 2When she was finished, the audience roared their approval, standing and clapping loudly as flowers were thrown upon the stage. Whistles and cheers still sounded through the air as the curtain lowered, taking White from their sight. She made her way deeper into the theatre, and came upon the room she used to pray for her father.
As she sat on the ground, lighting another candle in memory of her dead father, a mysterious voice echoed through the room. "Bravo! Bravo! Bravissima!"
White looked around, shocked. It was so familiar...
Bianca suddenly entered the room. "Where in the world have you been hiding? Really, you were perfect!" she gave her friend a quick hug. "I only wish I knew your secret! Who is your great tutor?"
"Bianca, when your mother brought me here to live when I was orphaned, whenever I came down here to light a candle for my father, a voice from above and in my dreams, he was always with me. You see, when father lay dying, he told me that an angel would
Phantom of the Opera: Pokemon EditionChapter 1
White stepped onto the stage, accompanied by her fellow dancers. Her best friend, Bianca, skipped along beside her. The girl was so full of energy, White didn't know how she could be so graceful in dance.
"I'm so excited for tonight!" the blonde whispered to her as they made their way over to where they would rehearse their dances for the preformance that night.
White merely smiled at her friend as they began their routine, the chain that was part of her costume rattling slightly as she got into place. Bianca, who was part of her chain, stepping in line beside her. Before they could begin, however, three men walked onto the stage.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" a grey-haired man called, seeking their attention. "Many of you have heard the rumors of my retirement. I am now here to say that these are, indeed, correct."
A few gasps and exclamations broke out throughout the gathered cast, and the manager raised his hands for silence. "M. Drayden and M. Clay will be your new managers," h
A Formal Kind of TerrorA young woman clumsily made her way through the darkening trees, her eyes wide with panic. She didn't know how she had arrived in this mist-veiled forest, but her mind clouded her normal train of thought with the instinct to get out of this place as soon as possible. There was no path to lead her, and she had nothing but a flashlight to pierce through the fog that clung in the air. Her breath escaped her mouth in frosty puffs as she hurried along, barely avoiding the branches of the trees that seemed to reach out to grab her hair or her clothing.
She stiffened as the light sound of twigs and leaves crunching sounded in the otherwise silent woods. The woman sprinted forward, fear pushing her on. No matter how fast she ran, however, the footsteps seemed to be coming from a just few feet behind her. Dread settled in her stomach, keeping her from turning around to look for a pursuer.
A sudden scream ripped out of her cold lips as something captured her foot and tugged her to the ground. Sh
Encounter with Jeff the KillerYou wake up from your dreams
Completely alone, or so it seems
Your eyes attempt to adjust to the darkness
The shadows hiding the one that is heartless
His cold, fearsome voice sounds through the room
Three little words, signaling your doom
"Go to sleep," he says without strife
As he steps forward, holding a knife
You want to scream, you want to call
To your parents, who are asleep down the hall
His mouth is cut into a permanent smile
A sight that makes your throat fill with bile
His eyes are unblinking, ringed in black
He looks like he is about to attack
He wears a white hoodie, stained with blood
His black pants are covered in mud
Thunder rumbles outside to cover your shout
As he begins to stalk toward you, without a doubt
That you would be killed that very night
Your life taken away by the sun's first light
He leapt onto your bed, knife at your throat
Once more repeating his three-worded quote
You felt the bite of the knife's blade
And the world before your eyes began to fade
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