Vivian watched her dad nervously as he punched in numbers on the phone.

"Hello? Is this Forbidden Services? Okay, great. I got a ghost problem at my house. What kind? Uh, a Banette for sure. Mossdeep City is where we live. 12 tomorrow? Sounds good, thanks."

He turned to Vivian. "This will all be solved tomorrow."

Vivian huffed in response and grabbed a cookie. "I'm going upstairs."

'Any news?' Grim asked.

'The man was on the phone for a while. Calling some company to get rid of us,' Snicker replied.

There was a long silence. Then both ghosts burst out laughing.

'I'd like to see that old man try!' Snicker shouted.

Skore gave a small smile as he watched the two. The Banette turned and phased through the wall, going to explore the girl's room.

He wasn't aware of the girl watching him.

Vivian held up her phone as the Banette wandered around her room. It didn't suspect a thing. If she could somehow befriend it, she could show her dad the truth about Ghost-types.

If she could get close, that is.

She had left a cookie out for the Pokemon. She had no idea if it would take the bait or not, but it was worth a try.

Vivian watched as the Banette spotted the treat. It moved closer cautiously, examining it. It poked it once, then picked it up.

"Vivi! Everything alright up here?" Vivian's dad opened the door. He took in the scene and paused, his face twisting into one of anger.

"What are you doing here?" he snarled. He started to advance on the ghost. "Get out."

The Banette took a swipe at him with its claws.

Vivian emerged from the closet and stood in front of her dad, blocking him with her arms. "Don't!"

The Banette stopped its attack, staring at Vivian curiously.

"Vivian, get away from it," her dad warned.

"Dad, let me handle this!" she whispered in response before turning her attention back to the Ghost-type. "I won't hurt you..."

The Banette's gaze traveled from her to her dad.

Vivian pulled out another cookie. "Here you go."

The Banette floated closer and looked up at her. Vivian smiled, pushing the treat closer. "Go on, take it."

The Banette snatched it and ate it quickly. When it was done, it looked up at her expectantly.

Vivian gave it a sad smile. "I don't have anymore. Sorry!"

The Banette tilted its head to one side, then turned and phased through the wall. Vivian and her father watched it disappear into the night.

"Good grief... Vivi, what were you doing?" her dad asked.

Vivian turned to face him. "I was trying to be nice!"

"Being nice will get you nowhere!"

"You don't know that!"

"Why do you think your mother left me?"

"Because you failed to give her what she wanted- a nice husband," Vivian answered bluntly.

Her dad sputtered in shock, his face red. He turned and marched towards the door. "That's it. I'm calling an exorcist. One that will come right away. After that, I'm going to work. You will stay in your room until I return. Understand?"

Vivian was silent.

"I hope you understand, because that's what happening. Mrs. Shwanson will be over in a little bit."

"The crazy lady next door?"

"She's not crazy, but yes."

"Dad! You can't do that!"

"Watch me."

With that, she shut the door. Vivian heard locks clicking. A few moments later, his footsteps faded away. Vivian threw herself onto the bed and sobbed.

'I'll kill him. I'll burn that old man,' Skore vowed, eyes burning.

'Skore, calm down,' Grim said uneasily.

'I'll burn him with a grill!'

'Calm down. No grills.'

'I'll get him eventually.'

'How?' Snicker asked curiously.

'I'll burn him alive. I'll sic that old lady's Stoutland on him. I'll bury him alive!'

'NO KIILING!' Grim shouted.

'I'LL ANNIHILATE HIM WITH A LASER FROM THE SUN!'

'NO LASERS!'

'No lasers? Aw...," Snicker muttered.

'Can I at least shock him to death?' Skore asked hopefully.

'No.'

'Dammit!'

'Skore, I'm gonna laser you to death!' Snicker shouted, aiming a laser pointer at the Banette. Skore grinned and grabbed a laser pointer as well.

'NOT IF I GET YOU FIRST!'

The Banette ran at the Sableye, who fled. Grim watched the two playful ghosts and leaned against a wall.

'Watch out for the chair, Skore!'

There was a loud crash and a curse.

'Too late!' Snicker called. 'GET OVER HERE!'

'Another chair!'

Another crash and curse.

'Still too late!'

'Ow...'