Once Upon a Dream
Peter (Cress) & Hess (Virgil)
“Investigation Report… Huh, this is the first case, yeah, so this should be number one, I guess. Codename… Cooodename… Hmmm, err, ‘End of All Things’…? That’s fitting… I think… thiiink…”
Peter leaned back on the light pink grass, his gaze fixed on the typewriter under his front paws. Front paws… yeah, it felt weird to have front paws, didn’t it? Oh wow, if it wasn’t so weird! He used to run on his four half-Rockruff, half-Yamper legs, and now he could use his front paws with so much freedom. They were almost like hands! Hands with stubby fingers that could grasp things with so much flexibility and dexterity! Now he knew why Papa evolved into a Midnight Lycanroc, and…
“… I think I’m getting sidetracked.” He rolled his eyes. “Again… C’mon, Peter! A good detective should always write down reports for the various cases!”
With new resolve, Peter started typing down again, while trying his best to ignore the pleasant breeze, and the sweet scent of fresh grass, and the soothing lapping of the lake’s waves, and—
Slam!
Peter grumbled to himself, his face pressed against the keyboard. “Ugh! Why is writing reports
so boring? How does Barbara handle all this stuff? So many things to remember and consider and double-check and consider again.” He sighed, before lifting his head once more and letting his gaze wander toward the purple-tinted lake view. “Hmm, perhaps I should try to write the report somewhere else. But where…?”
Peter snapped his fingers.
“Oh, I know!”
“The Lucid Cream!” He exclaimed to himself, his eyes sparkling with joy and his tail wagging furiously. “I could really use a drink or two!”
Clutching his typewriter tightly, Peter marched into the lively cafeteria. He took a careful glance around: flame-like blank spirits mingled with groups of cookie-like and regular-looking Pokémon, trying to get a grip of what was going on while being offered hospitality and comfort from the patrons of the cafeteria.
Peter couldn’t really blame them for feeling so lost: he used to be very confused as well when his spirit had been fetched from the Stream of Consciousness, rescued from his aimless and thoughtless wandering. Losing his entire world and body… well, yeah, that wasn’t a smooth experience, no doubt! But perhaps, someday… the souls of his friends would reach Somnia as well? They probably were on the way. Yeah, it would be kind of awesome if they arrived soon. At least he wouldn’t feel so… directionless. But while he waited for their arrival — yeah, they were coming! — he deemed it ideal to be productive.
“Okay, so…” Peter diverted his gaze from the new souls, looking for some available table to get back to work, “where’s an empty seat?”
Then, he spotted just the right spot and walked toward it. He placed the typewriter on the table and made himself comfortable on the seat. He beamed as he took in his surroundings once more, this time focusing on some of the fully-formed Pokémon. Despite the whole end of all universes and everything, they seemed to be having a good time. He could faintly hear them talking about their new shops, including a… charm shop? Whatever that meant.
He gazed at an empty seat nearby, then looked again at the crowd. “Perhaps I should try to talk to someone to get more info…”
