I’m the “basically” part, Keres thought darkly, rolling her eyes. Pureness? Disgusting. The water we drink? Wouldn’t that be water types? Marriage? Also disgusting. Trust in friends? What friends? Keres found it unsettling that he was talking about fairy types of all things. She would’ve expected dark or ghost, even poison or bug, steel, at least, but fairy? For a guy named Lord Knives? Kinda ridiculous if you ask her. But nobody did, so she kept silent.
The dark girl picked at her food, but didn’t eat it. Keres got a bad vibe from the whole place, and she liked the tingles running down her spine. Her kind of place; creepy, dark, and anticipatory action. Still. For all she knew, the food could be poisoned, and that stance was not at all deterred by her mistrust in humans. It was probably amplified, actually.
Then... wind! Darkness! And creepy giggling! Keres felt like whooping with joy. This quite literally was the best haunted house she’d ever been in. She shivered in the thin fabric of her borrowed dress, and closed her eyes so she would be unencumbered by her sight attempting to guide her way in an environment where it would be useless. Then, taking off her boots, she placed her feet flat on the ground and attempted to feel the vibrations of movement. She would not be snuck up on. “Scorpio,” she whispered. A quiet hiss sounded in response. “Stay close to me, buddy. We don’t want to be separated in this place. I may like this, but I like it because I don’t like it. If we’re separated...” Her nearly-silent whisper trailed off as the massive spider Pokémon skittered nearer. A string wrapped around her wrist; if it came off, she’d know something either was happening, or had happened.
Keres hoped that when it happened, it would be the former, and not the latter.