A duskull sauntered up to the busy Oscar, watching over him as he gardened. It seemed rather curious what exactly he was doing there, apparently never having seen a proper garden before. Oscar looked up at the ghost and smiled; he had always enjoyed the company of duskull, though he had no interest in catching one today.

Oscar went back to his work, allowing the ghost to spectate freely.

Something left a dazzling light in Oscar's eye, like the shine of a misty surge. Oscar looked up, and was very surprised to find a dragapult had very suddenly appeared before him. Perhaps it too was curious about what was happening on the mountain today. Oscar smiled, resting his arm on his knee while giving the ghostly dragon a nod of greeting.

Once again, Oscar had no interest in catching the beast. He already had a mighty dragapult of his own. He decided to simply continue his work, now with the eyes of two audience members upon him.

Oscar looked up and found yet another member of his audience. A little shuppet had appeared out of nowhere, and took it upon itself to stare blankly at Oscar as he worked.




Oscar pursed his lips, wrapping up his current task before standing up. Three's a crowd, the beats was starting to feel a tad overwhelmed by the attention. He began to silently pack up, which cued the first two attendees to make their leave. The shuppet however did not clear out, it simply just floated and stared at Oscar. Oscar didn't notice until he was done packing, and when he did he smiled with amusement. 

"Can I help you?" He asked, puzzled by the ghosts insistence on remaining. The shuppet looked away, its expression seemingly nervous. Eventually it seemed to find its inner resolve, floating closer to Oscar and nodding his way. Oscar raised an eyebrow, this was a first. "You--wanna join me?"

The shuppet nodded, its face stoic as it leered into Oscar's eyes. Oscar cocked his head, "My team isn't exactly a cake walk to be on. You're gonna be in for a lotta long days of training if you join me." The shuppet nodded, whatever made it wish to accompany Oscar obviously outweighed the risk of intense training. Oscar sneered, shrugging as he pulled a ball off of his belt. "Well, don't say I didn't warn you."

The ball was tossed, and the shuppet was pulled inside.