This choice: Nobody, you try out the guillotine on yourself. • Go Back...Chapter #5You accidentally guillotine your fingers. by: Silence   Once everything is set up you hear footsteps behind you, but it’s not another human being, just Chuckles your sister’s mischievous Gengar. She got him from as a Haunter from a wonder trade not long into her journey, and he evolved into his current form almost the second after he let him out of his Pokéball.
Personally you like Him, he’s always been well behaved, or at least well behaved for a traded ghost Pokémon, his pranks are usually either silly or small jump scares, and he makes a point of only doing them where he knows at least one person besides himself will be amused by them. And on top of that, he keeps the occasional other ghost Pokémon that wander through away and the one time a bunch of thieves decided to break into your house well… let just put it this way, the only thing they got out of the deal was a stint in jail, with a side of PTSD. Since then no one’s been stupid enough to try anything in your neighborhood.
Chuckles eyes the guillotine with a quirked eyebrow and then fixes you with his gaze and a particularly sinister smile and asks: “Gen, gengar? Gengaaar, gen… gar? Gar, heh heh heh…”
While you can’t say with exact certainty what he’s asking without Latios or Gardevoir to telepathically translate… you’ve known Chuckles long enough to reasonably assume he’s saying something along the lines of: “Huh, a guillotine? Not planing on offing someone one… are you John?” And giggling about the thought.
(He can also speak perfect English if he uses his ghostly powers to disguise himself as a human like most other powerful ghost Pokémon can… but he only does that when it’s really important, or especially amusing to him as it takes a fair bit of energy to maintain the illusion. )
“Nope Chuckles it’s not a regular guillotine, it’s supposed to cut things off without blood or gore.”
“Gar?! Gengar! Hehehe!”
This time it’s dead obvious what the ghost Pokémon wants when he runs over to the device and squeezes his head into the hole, he couldn’t possibly be saying anything else other than: “Oh! I wanna try!”
You roll your eyes, ghost types and their love of the macabre. “Uh, you’re sure about that buddy? Sis will kill me if it manages to do anything permanent to you.”
“Pffftt! Gengar… Gen, gengaaarr!” He waves your concern away dismissively.
“Yeah I know you’re a ghost and you’ve had worse back in your old home of Lavender town and on Emily’s own journey… and I’m sorry pal but I’ve got stuff I wanna do before I kick the bucket and keep you company for all eternity…”
At that Chuckles turns around in the guillotine and fixes with a pretty effective pair of sad growlith eyes.
“Alright then, but if this goes wrong you’d better tell Emily it was your idea.” You say as you walk over and pull the rope. The blade falls with a solid Whump! aaand… literally goes right through Chuckles as though he wasn’t even there… doing absolutely nothing to him.
He phases out off the device and tugs at his head and pouts when he realizes nothing has happened to him.
“Huh, guess it doesn’t work on ghost types.” You say as you raise the blade and lock it back into place. You gently run your finger along the edge of it… and find that it feels dull. “Pretty dull… it probably doesn’t work on rock or steel types either… ah, ah… achoo!” You flinch as you do and feel your fingers bump into the guillotine hard, but think nothing of it.
“Gengar…!?”
You sneeze and move to rub your nose with the back of the same hand that was feeling the blade. “Thanks buddy… what’s wrong?” You ask as you realize that spook looks uncharacteristically spooked with wide eyes and a big frown. He just points at your hand, the one you just used to rub your nose.
You look down at it and gasp, your pointer finger is gone, and the other two besides your pinky have been shortened!
You look at the ground and see them laying on the driveway, but like the old man said, there’s no blood, and stranger still, when you fled your hand, they flex too.
“Gen… gar?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, I can still feel them!” You say as you bend over and pick up your pointer finger in your other hand and look at the wound… or rather lack of one, it’s just smooth skin where it was cut off on both ends.
Chuckles picks up your finger tips and pokes them, you wiggle them in response, and smile at him. “Guess it works, huh?”
“Gengar!” He says, smiling happily.
“Well, let’s hope they go back on…” you say as you press your pointer finger back on where it came off. It shifts in your grasp before it sticks, turning it exactly the right way and when you tug on it, it holds fast.
“That was easy!”
“Gar, gengar! Geeen, gar?” He holds up your finger tips next to his hand and motions putting them on, he must be asking for permission to give it a shot.
“Sure, go ahead and try it.”
He does exactly that and your finger tips stick to his claws like extensions… and you promptly stop feeling them. You watch him poke things with them, probably fascinated by how they feel things differently compared to his own ectoplasmic digits… and quickly grow worried as it quickly becomes clear it’s not your imagination, you don’t feel them anymore!
“Uh… Chuckles? I can’t feel them anymore! I think they’re yours now!”
Chuckles startles at that… and quickly tries to get them off, pulling at them. When that doesn’t work he looks around in a panic, and then seems to have a moment of inspiration as he eyes a wall of the garage and runs at it to attempt to phase through it… attempt being the operative word as he ends up getting caught by your still solid finger tips!
“Gen-gurk!”
From your side of the wall you see your fingers and a bit of Chuckles hand fall to the garage floor and you hear a muffled thump as Chuckles backside, apparently turned corporeal from the shock, hits the ground. He phases back through the wall a moment later rubbing his tail ruefully as he regards your finger tips.
He then looks at the guillotine, and promptly manifests an lit lightbulb above his head and floats over to it and puts his hand under the blade and grabs your finger tips with his other hand, and then carefully slides the parts where they are joined to him up against the edge. It works, there’s a glint along the edge and your fingers come free of your sister’s Pokémon.
He lets out a sigh of relief, and then levitates over to you and holds them out to you with one hand while the other rubs the back of his head sheepishly.
You take them… but frown for a moment when you realize there’s some Gengar mist clinging to them and ends of digits he attached them to look stumpy instead of his usual pointy claws.
“Chuckles… your fingers…”
“Gar?” He looks down and regards his hand quizzically for a moment, before shrugging and sticking his thumb in his mouth and blowing on it. You hear a faint pair of pops, and he holds his hand back up and wiggles his restored fingers and gives you a big grin and thumbs up with his other hand.
You nod and put your finger tips back on, and let out another sigh of relief when they reattach and your feeling of them is returned.
“Phew… that was kinda scary… err…” The mist that was clinging to them spreads to cover your hand for a moment, before being absorbed. You gulp, the whole Gengar line has poison as their secondary type.
You flex you hand, and wave if around… but aside from feeling a little weird and a bit cold, you don’t feel any numbness, tingling, pain or any of the other symptoms from most Pokémon poisons… in fact if anything your hand feels stronger.
You look back at Chuckles and see that he’s eyeing all the other things you brought back with you.
Figuring your hand must be okay now, you go over and tell him what everything is and what it all does.
“Okay, that remote is supposed to be able to pull people’s brains and other thing out, or put them back… I think the green button changes reality, the white one puts things back… and that’s a shrink slash grow ray that’s supposed to work on Pokémon… not sure if it works on other things.”
He nods. “Hmm, gen-gar.”
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