scary monsters ~endless halloween night~ 2-2 "something just sparkled!"

[mandytl]

 

 

Location: The Other Dimension - Hollow Graveyard

Riddle: Come, flames!

Ghost: Eeek! Owchowchowch! I’m being scorched to the pit of my very soul!

Someone, help me~!

Riddle: Hmph. Fleeing already? So you’re all talk and no action!

Ruggie: More like, most guys would run away with their tail between their legs after facing you at full power.

Riddle: Still, that ghost said he was charged with taking us to their “esteemed host”.

Ruggie: Whoever’s ordering them to bag the living totally reeks of being the big bad.

Riddle: I intended on capturing that ghost for interrogation, but as one would expect, they’re quick to disappear.

Ortho: ……

Riddle: What’s the matter, Ortho?

Ortho: Fog, a full moon, graves, everything suspended in time… and ghosts that’re clearly visible.

This narrowed down selection of keywords resulted in one location in my database. 

This is probably where they live… —the Ghost Realm!

Riddle & Ruggie: The Ghost Realm?!

Ruggie: Which means, this is… basically, the afterlife?! We made it here while we’re still alive?!

Riddle: … Now I understand. That explains why their enchanted mirrors can’t make it through to us.

They may be magic tools, but it’s not as if they were made with after-death communication in mind. 

Ruggie: Is this seriously the time to brood over how it works?! Wild how you can still manage to think about that. Ugh, this sucks.

I know we’re doin’ this for the holidays and all, but, man—remind me not to do something abnormal like stick my nose into trouble ever again.

None of this is worth riskin’ your life for...

Shine…

Ruggie: SOMETHING JUST SPARKLED!!!!

Ortho: S-So fast! He just pounced right on the ground.

Riddle: That was far more nimble than his earlier evasion of the ghost’s attack.

Ruggie: … Aww, man. It’s just a mirror shard. I thought it was a coin or something.

Riddle: I see things are business as usual for you, too… Will you show me what you picked up?

Yes… I see now why you would’ve mistaken this for a coin. It’s only about as big as the tip of my thumb.

Ortho: The ghost that fled must’ve dropped it.

Riddle: Hm? There’s something else.

A scrap of paper… —no, rather, this is… !