*crashes through the wall*
finally found some time to take care of entries augh-
ghost times with a ghost type!! fun, fun. say hi to gholdengo and get used to them, because he's the spooky scary spirit of the week. costars here and there too.
Day 1
That drink he had just downed tasted a little funny, with a weird, slightly stingy aftertaste.
Tinkaton would be very upset with him if he were to waltz in with an extra arm, or some foreign illness from downing some random potion. It was only until the ghost appeared before him that he realized he had been made... more ghost-y. It honestly didn't feel too much different than normal, besides his scales being translucent and incorporeal as opposed to consisting of solid gold. After all, he was already a ghost (type).
As the spirit explained his task, he giggled. Though he was primarily kindhearted, he had to admit he missed the old days of being a simple ghoul, scaring people with apparitions or ominous rattling noises from within the treasure chest they carried around. An opportunity to be goofy (but not completely malicious) would be accepted with open arms. Whose meal to ruin, now, was the question...
Kawasaki was a self-proclaimed connoisseur of culinary arts. Supposedly. Dragons who tried his food seemed to never want to try it again afterwards. He was just that good. He was in the kitchen, preparing a fresh, hot stew. Its fragrant smell filled the room, and he gleefully inhaled the scent. Taking his trusty ladle, he scooped a chunk and took a taste. "Absolutely delectable!" He crooned. It still needed something, though. He scoured the kitchen like mad, trying to find the salt shaker. After 20 minutes of searching, though, it didn't show. Grumbling to himself about "those two
mischievous hatchlings" stealing it, he left the kitchen to procure it.
Gholdengo phased through a cupboard, clutching the salt. Putting his claws over his mouth to keep himself from bursting out into laughter, he instead grabbed a bag of sugar and dumped all of its components in. The stew hissed violently as it was filled with it, and they quickly hid back in the cupboard just in case Kawasaki was near. As if on cue, the chef tromped into the kitchen in a less-than-ideal mood.
"Those rascals, if I catch them... Oh well, I suppose I will have to do without until I can go buy some more," he sighed. He gave his stew another taste test... And was stunned by how it had suddenly improved over the 30 minutes he had left it untended on the stove. "My stars, it's as if it perfected itself! I must get the others to try this, it is delectable!" He snatched the pot and dashed out of the kitchen, ecstatic.
Gholdengo poked their head out and looked mildly disappointed. Oh great, he'd made the stew better instead of worse. There was always next time, they supposed, as they discreetly disposed of the empty sugar bag and replaced the salt.
Day 2
Finding out that the dragon god of ice was ghost-hunting was very, very concerning to Gholdengo, because not only were they a potion-made ghost, they were a natural ghost. What would the Icewarden even do with ghosts, anyway? It wasn't like he could freeze them and turn them into decorative ice sculptures (like another dragon he knew), they weren't even tangible. He tried not to worry too hard about this and instead focused his attention fully on his new task, which was so much easier. Find a shiny thing? For Arceus' sake, he was made of 1,000 of them! Unfortunately, he couldn't just sacrifice himself due to his transparent state, so he would have to return to his gold-hunting ways of his hatchling-hood.
Sniffing around, he followed his nose towards something that smelled shiny. He didn't have the ability to sense gold as well as he used to, but he could try. They tracked the scent until they stumbled upon a quaint little shop called Nook's Cranny. He felt a very strong inclination to go in there and check if they had anything of value, aka if it shined.
The Nooklings, Timmy and Tommy, ran the store. At this particular moment in time, they were discussing the price of salt with Kawasaki. "No, sir, we only accept Bells here. ...Bells here," they squeaked, one chorusing the other. Kawasaki frowned. He held up a small pouch of star coins and jingled it gently. "Are you sure you don't have a form of conversion? I don't have any Bells." He pleaded. While they were all distracted, Gholdengo peeped through the window and gazed around at what they were selling. 4 items sat on the shelves- a bright blue trash can, a chair that kinda looked like a frog, a giant bag of salt, and... a shovel. Made of gold. Bingo.
He floated over to the wall behind the shovel and poked his head through it.
It was a little to his right. All he needed to do now was to just grab it. ...Until he found out he couldn't. Guess intangibility came with that cost. Disappointed, he wracked his brain for a solution when footsteps sounded near him. He ducked back through the wall and listened to the Nooklings and the chef talk about the fluctuating salt prices and the salt stock market. Then, an idea popped up! He could just possess it and float away with it that way. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.
Once he heard them walk back to the cashier, he swooped through the wall again and into the shovel. It was just a straight shot to the door. Levitating a few inches off the ground in shovel-form, he was right there when he realized he couldn't open the darn door as a shovel. The handles were unfortunately only designed for dragon usage and not possessed shovels. Kawasaki was starting to approach, so Gholdengo-shovel did the first thing they could think of and leaned against the wall, stock still. Kawasaki was carrying a small satchel of salt. He took a gander at the shovel perched beside the door and mused to himself, "Hey, wait a minute. Wasn't this across the room in the right corner?" He looked over at the empty spot for a moment, then back at the shovel, and then awkwardly repeated this process of gazing at the spots several times over. Finally, he shrugged. "Ehh, whatever." As he pushed open the door, Gholdengo followed behind, careful not to scrape the door or bump into the Bogsneak. Now that he was home free, he rotated horizontally and shot off like a magic broom.
It took a while for the Nooklings to realize the golden shovel was stolen, while they were taking inventory of their salt later that day. "Who stole our priceless golden shovel?! ...Golden shovel?!" They squealed, mortified. They had a slight inkling they knew exactly who it was...
ok im tired now will work on more another time
No, this is not a star.
