Pommekin
Trick
Pet Name: Pommekin
Owner: Witchcraft
Theme / Type: Lanturn Lirionox
Gender: Male
MisticPal Name: Pie
MisticPal Age: 4327 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 12 / 12
Strength: 20
Defense: 0
Speed: 18
Intellect: 15
Misticpower: 1
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 0/1254 [ View Foods ]
Treat
"Lanturnacht night!
Time for a fright!
Mommy and Daddy have
turned out the light!"
Mr. Pommekin bounced merrily around his dimly lit house.
It was the morning of his most beloved day of the year.
Within hours the streets of Mistica would be
overflowing with happy souls filling their coffers
with treats of all kinds.
Every October, Mr. Pommekin would put together the best
selection of treats. He tirelessly spends the entire
year crafting new recipes for homemade goods,
and tending his Pommekin patch.
Every Mistican knows the best place to get
Pommekin pie for Lanturnacht is his house.
His lanturn head beamed with excitement as he
thought about all the Misticans that would soon
be knocking down his door.
You just couldn't celebrate Lanturnacht night
in Mistica without visiting Mr. Pommekin's patch,
and with the crowds of Legendaries and Pets
alike...no one noticed if a straggler should
slip off into the darkness alone.
Every year after the candles had been blown out
and the children put to bed. After the candy
wrappers had been cleaned off of the streets,
and the Lanturnacht lights all taken down,
stories would start popping up all over Mistica
about the poor souls who never made their way
home. No matter the precautions Officer Coppa
took, every November 1st held the same sad story.
....
Night had settled comfortably into place, and a
cold sad wind blew out the few flickering candles.
Everywhere that is, but Mr. Pommekin's patch.
Pommelanturns covered almost every inch of land,
casting an eerie golden fog over the darkness,
and the mistican pets that trespass there.
The Anya and Ahbruis children chased each other
threw the Pomme patch, laughing quietly as
they stomped, trampled and kicked the
Pommekins into bits of goo.
They were at the very back of the property,
they thought for sure there would be no way
the farmer could hear them from there.
But as the pair chased each other deeper
into the night, they suddenly felt a chill
seize the air.
The little Anya girl stopped running, and
folded up her arms. "Lets go home now."
She asked her friend as a pile of Pommeguts
sailed across the sky and landed square on
her cheek. "Uhg! Im not playing anymore,
I want to go home now!" She cried at
the snickering pup.
"Fine fine, dont be such a baby!" He replied
rolling his eyes. "Whats got you in such a
grumpy mood?"
The girl looked out over the pommepatch with
wide eyes. "I dont like it here anymore, its..
creepy." She pouted.
"Creepy!?" The boy laughed, "Are you afriad
of the boogie man? Oooo, I bet these pommekin
are haunted by ghooosts" He ran around in circles
howling and laughing.
Tears started to roll down the Anyas face,
she pushed her friend over and ran away,
her tiny figure quickly being swallowed
up by the glowing gold fog.
"I was just teasing!" The boy yelled at her,
but he already couldn't see her anymore.
He sighed, and tried pushing himself up to his feet,
but he found he couldn't move. His paw was
wrapped in some pommekin vines. He struggled
to free himself but the more he fought with
the vines the more entangled in them he
became. He suddenly realized it was very cold,
and very dark. The boy started to panic, he
didn't want to call the Farmer for help, but
he didn't know what else to do.
"Help! Please someone! Im stuck in these vines,
they wont come off! Help me!"
....
The little Anya girl was sulkily tromping back
toward the road, wiping tears from her cheek.
"Hes such a jerk!" She yelled. She would see
the road any moment now, she thought, and
then she would tell his mother on him.
But no matter how long she walked, or in
what direction she headed, all she saw
was more and more glowing Pommekin faces.
"Oh p-please..I just want to go home now!"
She cried at the pommelanturns, but they
did nothing but smile back at her....
...
When the sun rose over the land of Mistica
the next morning, mournful parents were
yet again holding each other and sobbing.
No one would find the souls lost that night,
not a single trace of them would ever be seen
again, and when their children would come down
with a mysterious stomach virus, no one would
think of Mr. Pommekin and his home made treats.
No one would find smashed pommekins on his property,
or any little lost children cowering in the cold.
And no one would see Mr. Pommekin again, until next
Lanturnacht night.
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