The Woods - OUTDATED

It was a lonely night as Polter floated about the woods alone. The moon casting dark shadows upon every surface. They were a small pokemon, a shiny polteageist, pink and brown and green in a perfect unbroken teapot with a spooky feeling about it. Deer rusted threw the woods running swiftly. From something? To something? The jungle was particularly hot that night which did not help the feeling in the air. But Polter was unafraid, a ghost of the woods, born of fright and fear. But suddenly a feeling struck them, a feeling that they had never really felt before, fear. They feared as if they were being followed in that deep dark jungle when they thought they were all alone. A rustling in the bushes, no just a skwovet. Something wet brushing up against them, no just moss on a tree. That's when they saw it, the eye. The only way that could describe it was awake, so very awake with a small slit pupil. They stood there staring at each other, then out of the bushes, it came floating just like Polter did. It was a deep blue in the moonlight with spots scattered in bunches here and there. But the eye, big and red. He was small much like Polter the tiny teapot. Polter relaxed, it was just a pokemon, not a Neo Team Skull Grunt or something. Perhaps they could be friends, they already had so much in common, the ghostly pokemon.

"Hi, want to be friends?" Polter asked shyly. The pokemon tilted his head to the right, eyeing them up and down before nodding slowly and Polter dashed over hugging the rocky pokemon carefully as not to crack the pot.