Think we know who is winning.... xD. Not sure how Char ended up in this situation but he probably is regretting it as he watches them ghost gloves ruin his work boots.

Char->KaneTheCrocodile: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/kanethecrocodile/

And now with a story XD.

It was a cold night, the wind was howling loudly and the leaves rustle on the trees. Adding to the noise is the loud crunches of leaves and thumps of boots on the ground as a large Charizard jogs by. The Charizard, going by the name Char, has dark grey scales with a desert tan underbelly and dark maroon wing membranes, a bright orange flame burning on the end of his tail, possessing a lean, muscled body of a fit, athletic person. The reptile was dressed in an old blue buttoned up shirt, his sleeves has ripped off a long time ago and tears in the fabric stitched back together. Covering his lower half was a pair of old, dusty but sturdy black jeans, his trusty whip the Charizard uses for his crime fighting work, hanging on the side of his orange-brown belt, which is adorned with a gun metal grey buckle. His jeans were tucked into a pair of old work boots, the brown leather a little dusty and rough from old age with some black leather forming the cuffs, heel support and toe cap, all stitched down into thick tough rubber soles that has kicked a lot of ass.
The Charizard pounded on down the road, boots stomping along as the lizard takes quick but steady breathes. Having just taken down a bunch of robbers, the fire lizard was pumped on adrenaline and very pleased with his work for the day. Char had never thought he’d be a vigilante but after having his first taste of being a hero, the Charizard just couldn’t get enough, donning his signature outfit before heading off to battle crime, sometimes making off with some rewards if he was lucky.
Today however, the Charizard just wanted to get home quick after a long day and sore wings have kept him grounded after the battle. Still, might as well get a little bit of jogging done to fulfil his exercise requirements. Char kept on jogging as he passed a cemetery. Looking into the burial ground, the reptile could see many weathered gravestones, all lined up in neat rows and columns. While typically, Char would never step foot in such a place, his place was just on the other end of the cemetery….surely a quick shortcut wouldn’t hurt.
Hopping over the metal fence to keep trespassers out, Char landed with a thump on his booted feet and resumed jogging thru the cemetery. Passing the gravestones, Char couldn’t help but wondered if ghosts were real. He never thought spirits actually exists but…what if they did. As Char thought about this, the reptile failed to notice a small dip in the grassy ground. A quick dig of a booted toe into the soil and the large fire lizard is sent tumbling head over heels. Groaning, the Charizard slowly sat up, his head pounding from the impact of hitting the ground. “Gotta look where I’m going more often…” Char mutters to himself but his attention was snatched as something white in his peripheral vision appears. And what a strange sight it was.

A pair of white gloves were floating in mid-air…and heading his way. Char attempted to scramble away but a mysterious force seem to hold him in place, leaving his arms and legs scrabbling and kicking up dirt as the gloves come right up close to him. The gloves resemble latex gloves of a doctor, except the doctor has some thick fingers. The ghostly gloves hover above Char, scaring the Charizard a tad. The gloves slowly floats down to the boots before it starts touching and rubbing the boots, rubbing the leather and running thru the deep, filthy treads.

However the spirit soon gets abit more malicious as the glove fingers begin digging into the boot’s sole seams, the fingers wiggling and forcing their way into the seam much to the Charizard’s horror. The work boots wiggle and creak, keeping out the spirit’s prying fingers but the beat up boots can only hold so much trashing. As the fingers begin tugging on the rubber, the first sign of failure can be seen as the sole delaminate from the tip of the leather footwear and continue to fall apart. As the fingers pull, the boots old stitching, brown and grimy get exposed, the thin threads bonding sole to leather can be seen before the stitching snaps, the strings breaking apart and further releasing the heavy rubber sole as it peels away from the footwear, and exposing Char’s large sweaty feet, and a horrendous musk wafts out of the destroyed footwear, tainting the air with a soury, cheezy scent.
But he gloves were not done. As the gloves peeled the Charizard’s boots back till its satisfied, the spirit let go of the heavy soles, leaving them to flop to the floor, still attached to the tattered leather rags by a few threads, with said rags tied nicely on Char’s large exposed feet. The spirit only had to lay a hand on the lizard’s sole to get a good giggle out of the reptile and as the hands stroking get faster and more vigorous, Char could only struggle with his laughter for a few seconds before he erupts in laughter, toes flailing around as if to call for help but doing so only opened up an extra spot of attack for the spirit, mercilessly tickling the trespasser till the Charizard finally gives in an apologises profusely, all while roaring in laughter, wiggling and squirming about all in a bit to get those gloves off his sensitive sweaty feet and out of his tattered boots. And much to the Charizard’s relief, the spirit appears satisfied with apology and leaves, leaving Char to catch his breath before leaving in embarrassment, boots soles flopping with each step.