Super Glitches 3: Stranded

What Do You Call Reversed Necromancy?

A thirteen year old demon god working his socks off to re-animate his dead friends, of course.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. I've been working for three days straight and only now have I been able to take a rest and collect my thoughts. Nothing I try works; shadows, light, Pokemon, nothing. If only that creepy scientist Doctor Dufus were still alive...(Emmi filled me in on the details). 

"You're not allowed to take a break," Emmi said, her little Piplup following behind her. I glanced at it and narrowed my eyes. I never realised how much I hated penguins before but now? With a snap of my fingers I could get rid of it but I don't hate Emmi that much to do that to her. The chances! The restrictions!

"Why not?" I groaned, raking a hand through my quiff and thoroughly messing it up. Every three centimetres my fingers met knots and I shuddered. If there's one thing I take pride in it's my appearance and when you haven't changed or washed for three days, well... 

"Because they're not alive yet," Emmi said bluntly. "Keep trying."

"Why don't you do it with that stupid Pokemon of yours?" I snapped, wrenching my hand forwards and destroying my hairstyle completely. "It doesn't seem to be good for anything else."

"Leave Pengy alone!" Emmi cried, hugging the penguin close to her chest. I arched an eyebrow.

"'Pengy'?" I echoed. She nodded, blushing.

"That's what I called her," she mumbled. "It's a nice name."

"It's a stupid name," I retorted. "And a stupid thing. Hey! Now it's gone!" The last phrase was uttered with bitter sarcasm as I used shadows to drag the startled Piplup towards me, light exploding through it and causing it to vanish.

"Oi!" Emmi squealed, beginning to kick and punch me. "Bring Pengy back!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"NO!"

"YES!"

"You two are like brother and sister," a high-pitched voice said in amusement. I spun around, shock causing me to accidentally recreate the Piplup, much to my annoyance. 

"Rebecca?" I whispered, face even paler than usual. I wasn't as pale as Rebecca though. She was practically see-through! In fact, she was. She was a transparent teenager. Hey, that's alliteration. I'm learning English fast.

"Yeah," Rebecca replied. "I'm back, hello."

"Y...you're not back," I managed to stammer out, still reeling from the sudden liveliness in the formally-deceased Rebecca. "You're, er, you're a ghost, my lady."

"Oh." Rebecca floated off the ground for a few seconds before landing and solidifying. "Cool!"

"Not cool," I groaned. "Now I have to look after a ghost, a Pokemon trainer, and two more dead bodies. Hurrah."

"Why's that bad?" Rebecca asked, whizzing around me in circles until I started to feel faintly sick. I used the shadows to create a lassoo and attempted to rope Rebecca to a standstill. The darkness passed straight through her so I tried again with the light. That also slipped straight through her and by now I has a headache as well as an oncoming feeling of nausea. 

"Because," I said, squeezing my eyes shut and fighting back the motion sickness, "now I have loads of things to concentrate on."

"I can handle myself," Rebecca said immediately, coming to a halt and laughing at my green face. "And Emmi knows loads about Pokemon, she'll be fine."