Incarnated Whisp
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Chapter 151
🕑 Added 2025-04-07 22:23:18 +0000 UTCAuthor Note:
Hello! You might be wondering why there’s a chapter today. That’s because this arc is nearing its end, and I want to make sure each chapter comes out quickly.
Updates will be posted in an MWF schedule this week! Expect to see the next chapter come out on Wednesday!
We are very close to the end of this arc. Once it’s over, there’ll be a short break, and we’ll then move on to the Conference!
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All of the smaller plants were mulch. Those ancient trees that once towered into the sky had been pierced and seared through to the point that they could no longer withstand their own weight. Dozens of massive trunks now laid on their sides, their branches scoured of leaves from the shock of their final impacts. Around them, the world was brown due to churned-up dirt, and the Pokémon that once lived in these woods fled as fast as they could.
The sound of distant rumbling was the only thing that could be heard. Standing at the edge of the destruction, no one had the will to talk. Sam felt a tug in his chest when he saw an Ursaring desperately clutch a Teddiursa in its arms. It, like so many others, was running as fast as it could to escape the devastation.
“This is horrible.”
Next to Sam, Sammy’s voice was a whisper. No one else was able to speak until the sight fully settled in.
“This wasn’t supposed to— This is so much worse,” Richard mumbled.
Out of everyone here, his expression seemed to be the least distraught, but his widened eyes instead spoke of disbelief and bewilderment.
“This... We have to stop him! He’s not going to give up until he’s caught Celebi!” Ash turned to face everyone in the group. “It's up to us to do something! Come on, Pikachu! The more we wait, the more Pokémon he hurts!”
Before anyone could stop him, Ash took off running—as Sam was learning he tended to do. Brock and Misty didn’t hesitate to chase after him, pulling out Pokéballs to ready their team members. Sammy’s expression hardened as he joined their chase. He released one of his Pokémon, and a red Charmeleon tore across the forest floor along his side.
There was something ironic about using a Fire Type to save a forest.
Richard spoke up next to Sam.
“This is my fault,” he said, his voice just above a whisper. “If I hadn’t tried to interfere...”
Clenching his hands into fists, he shut his eyes. Sam wanted to say something, to find some way to comfort him, but Richard was already dashing off to join everyone else in the fight against the Iron-Masked Marauder.
Sam could already hear the sounds of battles taking place just past the fallen trees.
With Richard’s exit, Sam was left alone with Misdreavus—and Haunter in his shadow, of course. Darkness churned around in feet, reflecting Haunter’s cold anger. A chill seemed to fill the air next to Misdreavus, but there was more cold than just that; so filled with destruction, this area was ripe with the feelings Ghost Types needed to spawn.
“I can’t believe they all just... So much for making a plan.” Sam rubbed his head while flicking his eyes about to try to gather as much information as he could. Already, he could pick out several paths to move forward. He knew that blindly running ahead was not where his team’s strength lay.
“Remember what we discussed,” he said to his Pokémon. “Our only goal is to stop the Marauder’s Dark Balls. Leave the fighting to everyone else.”
If they could prevent the Iron-Masked Marauder from catching Celebi, then they could prevent this from becoming worse. However, Sam had a feeling he could no longer rely on Richard. The other boy was far too distracted by his guilt.
Meanwhile, Sam was used to pushing past negative feelings.
He had his goal set, and he locked eyes with Misdreavus to exchange a single nod. She was determined to save as much of the forest as possible, and Sam was determined to finally obtain the solution to all their problems.
Finally, he took off after everyone else, but he did so by sticking to the shadows cast by the massive trunks of the fallen trees. With every step, the urgency of the situation carried him forward, and he ran in the opposite direction of every wild Pokémon trying to flee from the Iron-Masked Marauder’s rampage.
A shout echoed out.
“Onix! Tackle!”
Tackle?
It wasn’t the move Sam expected to hear, but an Onix was heavy enough that any full-body impact would be a devastating threat.
He slipped past the edge of one of the fallen trees to see an Onix rear back with a roar, and he heard the sound of pressurized water being blasted out. Sam caught sight of Brock and Misty as they commanded their Pokémon in a desperate attempt to keep a horde at bay.
Brock’s Onix knocked back a Pinsir that failed to grab it with its horns. A trio of Bellsprout then lashed out at its rocky body with their vines. Misty called for a Water Gun, and her Poliwhirl saw the three Grass Types be knocked down to give Onix the chance to escape. It then roared once more, bringing up its tail in a swipe to knock back a small swarm of Beedrill and Ledian.
The wild Pokémon they fought weren’t just wild Pokémon lashing out after the destruction of their homes. Each and every one of Brock and Misty’s opponents was possessed by a fury that had sunk deep into their eyes. There was a tint to them—a familiar one. Sam immediately recognized them as being under the influence of the Marauder’s Dark Balls.
“Sam!” Misty just barely managed to notice Sam as he snuck beneath a tree’s side. “It’s the Iron-Masked Marauder! He’s not just destroying the forest! He’s catching every Pokémon he can!”
Several Beedrill tried to fire Poison Sting needles at her Poliwhirl, but a Golbat, one that apparently belonged to Brock, managed to send the moves off course by furiously flapping its wings.
“Go!” Brock shouted. “Help them!”
Sam replied with a nod even though he knew Brock couldn’t see him. With those two distracting this section of the horde, he managed to sneak ahead thanks to Misdreavus helping him stay hidden with a cloak from Night Shade.
The Iron-Masked Marauder isn’t just a poacher. He’s worse than that. He’s a monster.
The only other person Sam truly hated this much was probably Petrel.
The sheer size of the fallen trees meant they cast enough shade to help Sam hide as long as he stuck next to their bark. The wild Pokémon he passed, the ones not running away, seemed to be patrolling to find someone, anyone, they could hurt. They were solely motivated by the malicious energy suffused into them by the Iron-Masked Marauder’s Dark Balls.
Sam knew why Brock and Misty were struggling so much—they hadn’t been calling for their best moves. As aggressive as these Pokémon were, they were still just wild Pokémon. In other words, victims. They didn’t want to hurt them in a full-force fight.
Yet, in whatever manner those Dark Balls worked, each and every wild Pokémon was fueled by their rage. It was some kind of mix of Ghost and Dark Type-like energy that was making the Pokémon act as if they were constantly experiencing their very worst days. It was similar to the buff of a non-Ghost Type’s Curse. Their strength was maximized, and instead of needing to slow themselves to control that energy, it ran rampant through them, infuriating them and causing them to lash out.
It was cruel, but the Iron-Masked Marauder didn’t care. All of this was just to lure out Celebi.
His motivations were plain and simple. He was someone who only cared about his own greed.
The pattern in which the trees had fallen gave Sam a path to follow. He could trace the order of the destruction by moving from shattered stump to shattered stump. With Misdreavus’s help, he was able to remain unseen by the hordes of wild Pokémon. Unfortunately, this area was filled with so much pain that Haunter was unable to sense anything out.
But following the pattern worked, and Sam found his targets. Hiding behind a spider web of fallen, barren branches, he was able to spy on what was going on in the middle of a clearing. Within a square bounded by four fallen trees, Ash, Sammy, and Richard stood off in front of the Iron-Masked Marauder himself.
In the center, their Pokémon sparked and burned with embers in threat, but they weren’t exactly in a position to approach. The Iron-Masked Marauder stood at the top of one of those fallen trunks, and he was defended by his Scizor, Sneasel, and Tyranitar as well as the horde of growling Pokémon all facing where the trio of boys stood.
Of course, Celebi was floating above them.
“It doesn’t matter how many Dark Balls I have. It only matters if I want to keep the Pokémon,” the Marauder said with a mocking grin. “Catch and release—just like fishing! Every Pokémon gets to share in their effects, and the forest becomes that much worse off for it!”
The teeth he exposed by his grin were far too white. His position at the top of the trunk felt purposeful. He stood there as if to make a point, as if to really nail home just how much he thought everyone else was beneath him.
On the ground, Ash looked like he was ready to explode out of anger, but Sammy held him back by keeping an arm out. As it stood, they were far too outnumbered to fight without risking Celebi. However, Sammy didn’t seem pleased by his own decision, and Richard—
Richard didn’t look to be thinking right now.
He stared at the Marauder, his expression unreadable, and Sam knew he’d only be able to rely on himself and his Pokémon.
“Celebi!” The Iron-Masked Marauder yelled, throwing his arms out to his sides to take on a confident posture. He failed to notice Sam creeping around the backs of the fallen trees. “Give up now, and all of this can stop! My Dark Balls’ effects will eventually wear off, but not if I keep catching them!”
“And~” The poacher leaned forward, his voice taking on a sing-song nature, and Sam somehow hated him ever more. “Every moment you don’t join us is another moment Tyranitar can do this: Hyper Beam!”
The attack shot out, briefly turning the world white. It sailed over the heads of everyone here to hit a far-off tree, and the deafening sound of ancient wood cracking filled the air before being silenced in a final thud.
“Wait too long, and this forest will be gone, but all of this can be stopped if you give yourself up! Don’t flee. Don’t fight. Join me, and all your beloved people and Pokémon will stay safe!”
And then he cackled. Because why wouldn’t he cackle? Sam couldn’t resist rolling his eyes at the Marauder’s overdramatic monologue as he positioned himself behind the poacher’s tree.
From the other side, Ash and the rest continued to shout insults and denials at the man, but there was a subtle sense of despair to their words—Sam could tell that Celebi was close to taking the bait.
“Help me,” he whispered.
Misdreavus grimaced, but she still nodded. Her Confusion helped him climb with a telekinetic boost, but she lacked the control the make the move pain free.
Sam didn’t care. His sole target was the Marauder above him. Everyone was so focused on the continuing stand-off and Celebi’s actions that he had free reign to come up from behind.
So he climbed, one hand-hold at a time, fingers digging into the uneven bark to bring himself up. He was not athletic. He was not as flexible as Annihilape. He had no Pokémon that could carry him through the sky, but more than anything else, he had a need to return to his team and help Misdreavus, and the only way he could do that was to reach the Iron-Masked Marauder and “save” Celebi’s life.
“So. What’ll it be?” the Marauder asked. “More pain, or do you finally recognize that it’s time to give up?”
Ahead of Sam, the Marauder plucked a Dark Ball from the band of them he kept at his waist, and he held it out as if to taunt the Legendary Pokémon.
It was actually kind of funny.
Sam hadn’t even realized he had come up with the same plan until after he had already made it.
Celebi seemed to have accepted defeat, and even with the shouts of the boys trying to convince it to stay back, it started to drift up toward the Marauder, despairing in that it had no other choice. The Marauder himself saw that and grinned, and Celebi’s presence made sure he had no reason to turn around.
“Oh, and Celebi?” he said. “Make sure they can’t interfere.”
As Sam pulled himself up to the very top of the trunk, he caught sight of the pained expression on Celebi’s face as it waved an arm. Massive roots left the forest’s floor to trap the Pokémon in the center. Pikachu, Charmeleon, and Jolteon became pinned with the forest’s life.
Below, Sammy cried out as if he had just been stabbed.
“Good. Good!” The Iron-Masked Marauder then laughed again. “Now come here. Let me catch you, and we can put all of this behind us.”
Finally, Celebi moved to finish floating over, but it paused when it saw Sam stand up.
The Iron-Masked Marauder turned around too late.
“Behind you!”
Sam’s sudden shout completely caught the man off-guard, and the crack of his foot smashing into the tree bark was the shot that started it all off. He lunged, bringing his arms out to latch around the Marauder, slamming his full body weight into the Marauder’s stomach and sending him to the ground.
The impact saw the man cough, and he was unable to immediately give any commands.
“Now, Misdreavus!” Sam yelled.
From where she’d been waiting, she slid up to the man with Shadow Sneak and popped out just to tear away his belt with Confusion. In a mirror to what happened to Sam to start this whole situation, every Dark Ball at the Marauder’s waist was stolen away from him, and Misdreavus went on to use that same Shadow Sneak to take off and disappear into the still-remaining, nearby woods.
“You—!” The man struggled to get out from under Sam, and Sam flailed and squirmed and swung his arms like a Primeape to try to overwhelm the Marauder for as long as possible. “Get them!”
The poacher’s shout saw every Pokémon in the clearing lunge.
But even though Ash and everyone else had their Pokémon pinned, Sam had bought them just enough time to release the rest of their teams, and with numbers no longer so different, they now had a fighting chance.
All the while, Celebi looked on in horror.
Sam didn’t pay attention.
The battle was probably epic, but that wasn’t where his focus needed to be right now.
“You’re just an annoying twerp! Get off of me! And! Stop! Swinging! Your! Arms!”
“Never!”
Sam wasn’t a fighter, but he knew how to be annoying. He couldn’t exactly do much to hurt this guy, but he could do whatever he needed to distract him as long as he could.
His hands smacked into the man’s arms, chest, and head. Each impact hurt, especially when they hit the Marauder’s armored vest and dumb yellow mask.
At one point, one of his swings saw his wrist smash into one of the man’s red lenses. It sent a sharp pain into his hand, but it let him catch sight of the absolutely infuriated expression underneath.
Finally, with a roar, the man managed to throw him off. Sam slid, but he didn’t fall off the tree thanks to Haunter’s help stabilizing him with a grabbing shadow.
“You kids... don’t even realize how annoying you are! How big of a thorn you’ve been in my side for all this time!” The man pushed to his feet, arms hanging while he stared at Sam, breathing heavily. “You don’t even know how much work I put into this! The places I had to go, the people I had to threaten! All just to find and catch Celebi, and yet—!”
He froze and slowly looked down at his hand. A cruel smile crept onto his face, and Sam followed the man’s gaze.
Though Misdreavus had disappeared alongside his belt, the Iron-Masked Marauder still had one Dark Ball left—the very same one he had used to taunt Celebi just seconds before.
“Aha. I win,” he said.
Before Sam could react, the man had already snapped himself around to throw the ball right at where Celebi was flying.
The Legendary Pokémon wasn’t moving. It hadn’t been paying attention to the tussle going on up top. Sam had already “stopped” the main bad guy, but its friends, the boys that had first rescued it and ensured it could heal, were all fighting at the bottom, so that was where its worry was focused.
For that reason, it didn’t know the Marauder had escaped, and it didn’t know there was a ball flying towards its head. Sam had nothing he could do to stop this. Ultimately, even with Richard’s foreknowledge, everything they’d done had failed.
But he wasn’t alone here. Misdreavus might have flown off, but one Pokémon remained. Haunter was fast, and he belonged to an eight-star team. Catching up to a flying Pokéball was simple for him, especially since he could move through darkness.
So, Sam watched as his own shadow stretched out, curving right toward where that Dark Ball was flying through the air. However, Haunter didn’t know Shadow Sneak and couldn’t make his own shadows. At a certain point, the darkness snapped, and he launched himself out.
Yet, that was intentional, and the elastic reaction gave him the final burst of speed needed to reach his target. Following the path of the Dark Ball to move ahead of it, he went through with his plan.
He shoved Celebi out of the way.
“No!”
Sam looked on in horror. Though Haunter had saved Celebi, he had done so by sacrificing himself. The Dark Ball hit his head and opened up in a flash a deep purple light, and though he was already a caught Pokémon, this was a poacher’s Pokéball.
He was sucked up into the sphere, and it landed in a groove in the tree with a horrible click.
“Tch. Not what I wanted, but a Haunter can help, too.”
The Iron-Masked Marauder was between Sam and that Dark Ball. Sam had no way to reach it first, and Celebi was no help, too overwhelmed and aghast at everything going on to do anything but observe.
But, as it turned out, Sam didn’t need to do anything. The Iron-Masked Marauder didn’t get to reach the Dark Ball before it suddenly shook and opened up.
As the Dark Ball broke in two, something else exploded out.
It hit Sam, then, exactly what he’d been having Haunter do over the course of the past week. Haunter had been protecting him, but more than that, Haunter had been dedicating himself ot make sure he would go unseen. Not once had Haunter properly left the shadows. Every waking moment had been spent in hiding—and as a Ghost Type, he hadn’t exactly needed to sleep. Haunter had pushed himself to his limits to remain unknown, and he’d constantly been extending his senses to detect, scare, and ward off any aggressive wild Pokémon.
What he’d done was not as intense as soloing an entire tournament, but he had subjected himself to a constant trial over the past few days.
Thus, when suffused by the energy of a Dark Ball, that was the final push he needed to evolve.
“No. You kids— You don’t even realize what you’ve done, do you?”
The Iron-Masked Marauder took a shaky step back.
“The Dark Balls. They turn a Pokémon evil. But they also keep them under control.”
And when the ball had broken open, it had broken open.
Nothing was limiting the maliciousness of this creature, and red eyes flicked both the Marauder’s and Sam’s way.
In the air above the trunk’s branches, the newly evolved Pokémon let the space around him fill with shadows. He was no longer just a face and two floating hands, but he had a body. He had limbs. His had darkness that writhed around him and a grin that stretched out every so slightly too wide.
Haunter had evolved inside the Dark Ball, so Sam had not seen his transformation. Sam wasn’t even sure if Haunter knew he had evolved. He was a Gengar, but the energy that had been poured into him meant there was not a single ounce of recognition on his face.
Gengar looked on with a barely suppressed desire to cause pain, and the Iron-Masked Marauder immediately turned tail and ran. He slid off the side of the trunk to dart into the woods, and when those cruel eyes turned to Sam, he found himself having no choice but to do the same.
Thus, the two of them disappeared into the darkened woods, and Gengar didn’t wait to give chase.
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Author Note:
Since Haunter has evolved, he is now... Weaker? Well, he gets the general strength boost from evolution, but he no longer has access to his Levitate ability. It makes sense for gameplay balancing reasons, but it's pretty strange in-universe.
Pokémon included in this chapter:
Beedrill
Bellsprout
Celebi
Charmeleon
Jolteon
Ledian
Onix
Pikachu
Pinsir
Scizor
Sneasel
Tyranitar
Comments
Incarnated Whisp
The change was likely solely due to balance. It came in Gen VII, after when Gengar dominated with its Mega Evolution, but it's definitely weird to think about in-universe. It's not like a Gengar suddenly loses its ability to float, but now it can faint to Ground Type moves?
Jazehiah
Levetate is overrated, but the ability change is quite strange.
