Gengar Doesn't Have a House

Life on Mt. Silver was very uneventful.

Every day consisted of climbing mountains, finding wild Pokémon to fight, climbing mountains, finding wild Pokémon to fight.

There were basically no surprises. There were only a few routes to take each day, since the other places were difficult to traverse. No matter how fresh the scenery was, staring at it and climbing through it all day long got old.

On a flat patch of land more than 2,800 meters above sea level, Heiduo held a pine needle with a burning tip between his lips, his gaze distant.

Beside him, a big purple fatty and two balloon-faced creatures each held a lit pine needle as well, puffing away with convincing imitation.

They even seriously blew out "smoke rings," though they were actually Poison Gas from inside their bodies.

"You don't stand a chance, little bro." Heiduo patted Gengar on the shoulder. "She likes tall, skinny guys, not fat ones like you."

"Hehehe..." Gengar let out a cry that sounded halfway between laughter and sobbing. Its face wore an expression of utter heartbreak, as if life itself no longer held any meaning.

The two purple balloons cruelly mocked it while playing with the smoke rings they had blown out.

It had been a month and a half since Heiduo came to Mt. Silver.

Having already conquered the northern and western peaks, he had now become a man with no desires left.

He reached the northern summit on the twenty-eighth of last month. He remembered it had been an afternoon when the freezing wind shrieked. After Garchomp knocked down an Onix that had crawled out of a cave looking for a beating, it and the two little ones accompanied the constantly panting Heiduo as he climbed upward.

The two little ones wanted to help, or