Boo! Or at least, that's what the little ghost would say if it scared people like children would. The shriek of a tiny, orange ghost is hard to ignore, especially when it seems far too excited for its own good. The Rotom giggles almost manically as it zips back and forth in place, playfully trying to spook Huff.
At the craftsman's shop, there is a child with a hammer in his hands, one that's almost comically too big for him. At the shriek, he turns from the furnace, leaving his clump of iron ore crackling away in the fire.
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Boo! Or at least, that's what the little ghost would say if it scared people like children would. The shriek of a tiny, orange ghost is hard to ignore, especially when it seems far too excited for its own good. The Rotom giggles almost manically as it zips back and forth in place, playfully trying to spook Huff.
At the craftsman's shop, there is a child with a hammer in his hands, one that's almost comically too big for him. At the shriek, he turns from the furnace, leaving his clump of iron ore crackling away in the fire.
"Ack! Twozo! Get back here!"