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...And the portal reached up and swallowed everyone. And for one brief moment, the sensation of falling, an endless void-
[ @IFBench ]
Coleane ran, ran and ran and ran. Her leaf-wings, injured and weakened, lay uselessly against her sides. Behind her she can hear the taunts and calls of those hum- No! No! They can’t be humans, humans aren’t bad! There are no bad humans, there are no bad humans! But they had chased her and tried to tie her up and trap her. Take her away where she didn’t want to go and oh by Rayquaza’s wings, Gen! Where was Gen!?! All she could do was run and run...
Ahead, she spotted a thick veil of brush. Wait... she knew this path! Her secret base! She’d be safe there, she was sure of it! Hope gave her speed, and she galloped forward, bursting through the leaves and-
“Tropius!” The sharp familiar voice cut straight to her heart and brought her screeching to a stop.
“Mama?” her voice came out trembling, confused.
Blinking, Coleane looked around. Behind her lay the door to her bedroom, and before her stood her mother, looking very very angry. No... No this wasn’t right! The island, Gen-
“Tropius! I told you not to run in the house like that. Do you want me to ground you again?” Mama stamped her hoof and a slight chill filled the room.
“No! No this isn’t right!” Panic filled Coleane. Had she dreamed everything? No, no it couldn’t be! She’d gone to the human world and she’d made friends and she was supposed to be a hero like the humans! No! “I was in the human world-”
“Enough!” she thundered, rearing up and slamming her hooves into the earth. “You will go to your room and not speak of such nonsense again. Now.”
Coleane ran, ran and ran and ran. Her leaf-wings, injured and weakened, lay uselessly against her sides. Behind her she can hear the taunts and calls of those hum- No! No! They can’t be humans, humans aren’t bad! There are no bad humans, there are no bad humans! But they had chased her and tried to tie her up and trap her. Take her away where she didn’t want to go and oh by Rayquaza’s wings, Gen! Where was Gen!?! All she could do was run and run...
Ahead, she spotted a thick veil of brush. Wait... she knew this path! Her secret base! She’d be safe there, she was sure of it! Hope gave her speed, and she galloped forward, bursting through the leaves and-
“Tropius!” The sharp familiar voice cut straight to her heart and brought her screeching to a stop.
“Mama?” her voice came out trembling, confused.
Blinking, Coleane looked around. Behind her lay the door to her bedroom, and before her stood her mother, looking very very angry. No... No this wasn’t right! The island, Gen-
“Tropius! I told you not to run in the house like that. Do you want me to ground you again?” Mama stamped her hoof and a slight chill filled the room.
“No! No this isn’t right!” Panic filled Coleane. Had she dreamed everything? No, no it couldn’t be! She’d gone to the human world and she’d made friends and she was supposed to be a hero like the humans! No! “I was in the human world-”
“Enough!” she thundered, rearing up and slamming her hooves into the earth. “You will go to your room and not speak of such nonsense again. Now.”
Gen found himself walking along a sunny street in Johto, Coleane trotting happily beside him. He smiles, clutching his bag of warm chocolate chip cookies tightly to his chest. His human chest. After all this time he was finally home, in his own body, with his friends. “Hey Coleane, are you excited to meet Saltriv and Burhalla?”
“Yeppers, I sure am!”
‘“You’re going to love them! They’re really awesome-”
He noticed he was falling behind Coleane and walked a little faster. “Saltriv is really excited to meet another grass-type.”
They pushed through a gathering crowd of people. For a brief moment, Gen lost sight of Coleane. “Coleane!” he called, peering around people, struggling to push through - why did everyone seem so big?
“Excuse me? Excuse me please!”
A few people glanced down at him (down?) and murmured amongst themselves before turning away. The conversations around him suddenly grew louder. People pointing, shouting, calling frantically. What was going on? Where was Coleane?!
A loud roar shook the air. No... that roar, it couldn’t be, that makes no sense—
“Help, please!” Gen pressing his back against the wall of the building, trying to block out the screams of fear from all the panicking people. A legendary’s roar in the distance shakes the sky. Where did his family go? Where is Coleane and Burhalla and Saltriv and-
A frantic young woman stops to address him. “Hey are you okay?”
“I can’t find my family!” he cries again. “We got separated. I need to find Coleane-”
She frowns and tilts her head. “I’m sorry little guy, I don’t know what you want.”
Little guy? Wait- With a start, Gen realizes she’s kneeling to stare at him, and the words that came out of his mouth sounded like nothing more than grunts and squeaks to her.
“I’m so sorry, be careful!” she stands up and rushes away, leaving Gen alone. All alone, surrounded by humans, in a body not his own, unable to speak or ask for help.
“Yeppers, I sure am!”
‘“You’re going to love them! They’re really awesome-”
He noticed he was falling behind Coleane and walked a little faster. “Saltriv is really excited to meet another grass-type.”
They pushed through a gathering crowd of people. For a brief moment, Gen lost sight of Coleane. “Coleane!” he called, peering around people, struggling to push through - why did everyone seem so big?
“Excuse me? Excuse me please!”
A few people glanced down at him (down?) and murmured amongst themselves before turning away. The conversations around him suddenly grew louder. People pointing, shouting, calling frantically. What was going on? Where was Coleane?!
A loud roar shook the air. No... that roar, it couldn’t be, that makes no sense—
“Help, please!” Gen pressing his back against the wall of the building, trying to block out the screams of fear from all the panicking people. A legendary’s roar in the distance shakes the sky. Where did his family go? Where is Coleane and Burhalla and Saltriv and-
A frantic young woman stops to address him. “Hey are you okay?”
“I can’t find my family!” he cries again. “We got separated. I need to find Coleane-”
She frowns and tilts her head. “I’m sorry little guy, I don’t know what you want.”
Little guy? Wait- With a start, Gen realizes she’s kneeling to stare at him, and the words that came out of his mouth sounded like nothing more than grunts and squeaks to her.
“I’m so sorry, be careful!” she stands up and rushes away, leaving Gen alone. All alone, surrounded by humans, in a body not his own, unable to speak or ask for help.
[ @Shiny Phantump ]
BAM BAM BAM!
Loud knocking on the door of their motel. It should have been impossible. The images from the news still floated through his mind, pictures of him, pictures of Hazel plastered everywhere. Just him was bad enough but Hazel too...
CRACK!
The doorframe split as the door was kicked in. Aether goons piled in, alongside several alolan authorities. Hazel tensed, but Gladion held out his hand placatingly, and placed himself in front of her, staring them down.
“Young Master Mohn.” One of the aether employees stepped forward and spoke, their gaze dripping with false sympathy. “Please return the stolen technology to our Foundation so that it may be cared for properly. We would hate for this incident to have to go... public.”
Gladion’s didn’t miss the subtext in the threat.
“Just turn over the product peacefully and we can come to an understanding, without pressing charges.” He paused and smiled in that way Aether employees were so good at. The one so many reporters fell for, and when they didn’t, they always left with a conveniently thick envelope.
Behind him, he felt Hazel bristle, ready for a fight, even though she hated to have to do it like this.
“Well, Mohn?”
Hazel growls, a hollow noise. One of the goons reaches for something, a tranquilizer maybe.
And in a moment its over. Next thing Gladion knows he’s running, Hazel at his side, and bodies behind him. So many bodies, and Hazel’s feathers and body are splashed red-
Behind him, a taunting voice calls out.
“You’ll never escape, Mohn!”
BAM BAM BAM!
Loud knocking on the door of their motel. It should have been impossible. The images from the news still floated through his mind, pictures of him, pictures of Hazel plastered everywhere. Just him was bad enough but Hazel too...
CRACK!
The doorframe split as the door was kicked in. Aether goons piled in, alongside several alolan authorities. Hazel tensed, but Gladion held out his hand placatingly, and placed himself in front of her, staring them down.
“Young Master Mohn.” One of the aether employees stepped forward and spoke, their gaze dripping with false sympathy. “Please return the stolen technology to our Foundation so that it may be cared for properly. We would hate for this incident to have to go... public.”
Gladion’s didn’t miss the subtext in the threat.
“Just turn over the product peacefully and we can come to an understanding, without pressing charges.” He paused and smiled in that way Aether employees were so good at. The one so many reporters fell for, and when they didn’t, they always left with a conveniently thick envelope.
Behind him, he felt Hazel bristle, ready for a fight, even though she hated to have to do it like this.
“Well, Mohn?”
Hazel growls, a hollow noise. One of the goons reaches for something, a tranquilizer maybe.
And in a moment its over. Next thing Gladion knows he’s running, Hazel at his side, and bodies behind him. So many bodies, and Hazel’s feathers and body are splashed red-
Behind him, a taunting voice calls out.
“You’ll never escape, Mohn!”
[ @Sinderella ]
Odette, broken and battered on the floor, clinging to consciousness. Odile stood over her, in her full form, wings spread and body hunched protectively over Odette, eyes blazing with hatred. Shadowy phantoms of her brothers and sisters surrounded her, leering, closing in, ready to attack.
Enora pressed close to Odette, who clutched tightly to her in turn.
“Run,” a cold voice hissed. “Run little Sylveon, and perhaps I will permit you to live.”
Enora hissed, fur raised and eyes narrowed. “Never!”
A dark chuckle rippled through the empty air. “Silly Sylveon. You are playing games with gods. You are nothing.”
Something - a tail or a tendril or arm whipped from the darkness, striking Enora with a sickening CRACK! She crashed limply to the ground beside Odette, breaths coming in wheezes.
Odette cried out hoarsely, though it died on her lips. “Enora..” the world around her swayed. She heard Enora calling her name, she thought, and she could sense Odile’s rage. She could feel herself fading, a heaviness cloaking her mind.
Is this... is this really it?
Odette, broken and battered on the floor, clinging to consciousness. Odile stood over her, in her full form, wings spread and body hunched protectively over Odette, eyes blazing with hatred. Shadowy phantoms of her brothers and sisters surrounded her, leering, closing in, ready to attack.
Enora pressed close to Odette, who clutched tightly to her in turn.
“Run,” a cold voice hissed. “Run little Sylveon, and perhaps I will permit you to live.”
Enora hissed, fur raised and eyes narrowed. “Never!”
A dark chuckle rippled through the empty air. “Silly Sylveon. You are playing games with gods. You are nothing.”
Something - a tail or a tendril or arm whipped from the darkness, striking Enora with a sickening CRACK! She crashed limply to the ground beside Odette, breaths coming in wheezes.
Odette cried out hoarsely, though it died on her lips. “Enora..” the world around her swayed. She heard Enora calling her name, she thought, and she could sense Odile’s rage. She could feel herself fading, a heaviness cloaking her mind.
Is this... is this really it?
[ @Seren ]
Kimiko shivered as she crept through the forest. The evening was cool, but the chill in the air still felt unnatural. The hair on the back of her neck prickled. “Olivia... can you sense anything?” she whispered. The sky was dark... so dark. Where were the stars-
Olivia gave a soft mewl. No.
Kimiko wrapped her arms around herself as she kept walking, doing her best not to jump at every shadow-
And then a tree in front of her moved. Scraggly arms jerked from its sides and a single red eye blazed near its crown. Olivia cried out, only to be silenced by the earth and roots themselves wrapping around her, binding her. Then the red eye loomed over Kimiko and darkness swallowed her.
Kimiko awoke to a scream that melted into a burning, searing pain coursing through her entire body. Then she realized she was screaming, her body jerking futilely, her legs and arms pinned to her sides. At some point, either moments or minutes later, the pain subsided, leaving her trembling. No no no gods no-
In a haze of pain, she realized Olivia was just yards away, but she’d been bound, restrained by ghostly shackles that rendered her weak. Helpless.
Then a voice spoke, cold and cruel, a voice she recognized, even if she couldn’t see them. “Talk, talk and the pain can stop.”
///
Come now. Why bother searching for her any longer?
Lucy tried to ignore the voice as she pressed forward through the forest. Even if the voice felt like it came from her own head, from her own thoughts.
Do you think finding her can make up for all you did?
Lucy paused, sweeping her icy gaze over the forest. The dark trees seemed to be taller than before, and a cloudy veil hung over the sky, blocking out the light. And then someone screamed. An agonized wail of primal pain. Lucy’s eyes widened and she was about to take off when -
S̵h̶e̷’̶s̸ ̷i̶n̴ ̸p̶a̷i̷n̴ ̵b̶e̸c̶a̸u̴s̷e̶ ̷o̴f̷ ̷y̸o̴u̶.̶ ̴T̴h̵e̴ ̶w̷o̸r̴l̸d̵ ̶s̶u̸f̴f̸e̸r̶s̷ ̵b̸e̸c̵a̸u̴s̵e̸ ̷o̴f̵ ̷y̴o̶u̵.̴ ̷S̸h̷e̷ ̷s̵u̸f̵f̸e̶r̴s̵,̶ ̵a̸n̴d̷ ̵a̷l̵l̸ ̸t̵h̸e̷ ̴g̸o̷o̶d̴ ̴i̴n̶ ̷t̸h̴e̵ ̸w̴o̵r̷l̸d̴ ̴c̵a̷n̴n̵o̷t̵ ̷c̴h̸a̴n̶g̴e̸ ̵w̸h̸a̶t̵ ̴y̸o̸u̸ ̴d̵i̵d̵.̴
Y̴̮͇͛͑́o̴͖͉̎͌̂̓̐̒̏̕u̸̟̫̔̊́’̷̦͓͍͙́̽̽̓͛ͅŗ̵̦̬̬͈̀̍͛͑͘͝ͅẹ̵̭̱͚̰͖̪̊͛͒̈̒́ ̵͙̲̜̞̙̌̓̆ ̵̡̢̨̜̘̜͙̩̋̂͝â̷̲̼͈̦̹̞̫͓ ̴̨̡͇̱̲̿̍͜ḿ̶͚̑̈́̽͝ö̸͇͕̜̤̠͇̬́̈́̅͌͜ṋ̸̡̛̦̲̟͖̳́̓͜͝ ̸͔̼͇̌͑̈́͌̒ͅs̵̱̩͉̝̥̱̱͙̽̉̾͂͐̂t̶̫̹͙̯̿̓̂̃̀́̕̕ ̵͕̩̜͍̟͛̑̚e̶̢̛͚̙̱̟̣̗̰̒̉̍͒̄͝͝r̶̢̡̟̲̀̓͂̋͠
“I’m a monster.”
Kimiko shivered as she crept through the forest. The evening was cool, but the chill in the air still felt unnatural. The hair on the back of her neck prickled. “Olivia... can you sense anything?” she whispered. The sky was dark... so dark. Where were the stars-
Olivia gave a soft mewl. No.
Kimiko wrapped her arms around herself as she kept walking, doing her best not to jump at every shadow-
And then a tree in front of her moved. Scraggly arms jerked from its sides and a single red eye blazed near its crown. Olivia cried out, only to be silenced by the earth and roots themselves wrapping around her, binding her. Then the red eye loomed over Kimiko and darkness swallowed her.
Kimiko awoke to a scream that melted into a burning, searing pain coursing through her entire body. Then she realized she was screaming, her body jerking futilely, her legs and arms pinned to her sides. At some point, either moments or minutes later, the pain subsided, leaving her trembling. No no no gods no-
In a haze of pain, she realized Olivia was just yards away, but she’d been bound, restrained by ghostly shackles that rendered her weak. Helpless.
Then a voice spoke, cold and cruel, a voice she recognized, even if she couldn’t see them. “Talk, talk and the pain can stop.”
///
Come now. Why bother searching for her any longer?
Lucy tried to ignore the voice as she pressed forward through the forest. Even if the voice felt like it came from her own head, from her own thoughts.
Do you think finding her can make up for all you did?
Lucy paused, sweeping her icy gaze over the forest. The dark trees seemed to be taller than before, and a cloudy veil hung over the sky, blocking out the light. And then someone screamed. An agonized wail of primal pain. Lucy’s eyes widened and she was about to take off when -
S̵h̶e̷’̶s̸ ̷i̶n̴ ̸p̶a̷i̷n̴ ̵b̶e̸c̶a̸u̴s̷e̶ ̷o̴f̷ ̷y̸o̴u̶.̶ ̴T̴h̵e̴ ̶w̷o̸r̴l̸d̵ ̶s̶u̸f̴f̸e̸r̶s̷ ̵b̸e̸c̵a̸u̴s̵e̸ ̷o̴f̵ ̷y̴o̶u̵.̴ ̷S̸h̷e̷ ̷s̵u̸f̵f̸e̶r̴s̵,̶ ̵a̸n̴d̷ ̵a̷l̵l̸ ̸t̵h̸e̷ ̴g̸o̷o̶d̴ ̴i̴n̶ ̷t̸h̴e̵ ̸w̴o̵r̷l̸d̴ ̴c̵a̷n̴n̵o̷t̵ ̷c̴h̸a̴n̶g̴e̸ ̵w̸h̸a̶t̵ ̴y̸o̸u̸ ̴d̵i̵d̵.̴
Y̴̮͇͛͑́o̴͖͉̎͌̂̓̐̒̏̕u̸̟̫̔̊́’̷̦͓͍͙́̽̽̓͛ͅŗ̵̦̬̬͈̀̍͛͑͘͝ͅẹ̵̭̱͚̰͖̪̊͛͒̈̒́ ̵͙̲̜̞̙̌̓̆ ̵̡̢̨̜̘̜͙̩̋̂͝â̷̲̼͈̦̹̞̫͓ ̴̨̡͇̱̲̿̍͜ḿ̶͚̑̈́̽͝ö̸͇͕̜̤̠͇̬́̈́̅͌͜ṋ̸̡̛̦̲̟͖̳́̓͜͝ ̸͔̼͇̌͑̈́͌̒ͅs̵̱̩͉̝̥̱̱͙̽̉̾͂͐̂t̶̫̹͙̯̿̓̂̃̀́̕̕ ̵͕̩̜͍̟͛̑̚e̶̢̛͚̙̱̟̣̗̰̒̉̍͒̄͝͝r̶̢̡̟̲̀̓͂̋͠
“I’m a monster.”
[ @unrepentantAuthor ]
The world around Laura faded into existence. She blinked wearily, confused. The bed felt wrong... With a start she sat up, icy dread settling over her, smothering her. She dug her fingers into the blanket - no, her blanket. The one from her bedroom, at home, in Galar, in her parents house.
Why..?
Strange memories,alien ones. Wrong ones., seemed to drift through her thoughts. Losing her sponsorship, getting goaded into returning home, her pokemon leaving because of course, how could they keep any of them here? And no closer to finding Salem.
This made no sense
She’d let everyone down.
This was wrong. There was an island-
She was a failure. Just like everyone had said.
“Salem, I’m sorry.”
The world around Laura faded into existence. She blinked wearily, confused. The bed felt wrong... With a start she sat up, icy dread settling over her, smothering her. She dug her fingers into the blanket - no, her blanket. The one from her bedroom, at home, in Galar, in her parents house.
Why..?
Strange memories,
This made no sense
She’d let everyone down.
This was wrong. There was an island-
She was a failure. Just like everyone had said.
“Salem, I’m sorry.”
<Laura!>
Fury. Shame. Rage. Confusion.
Before him lay Laura's broken, mangled body. He was her protector. Her guide, her guardian.
How had he failed?
<You fool, how did you let this happen?> he hissed. Tail lashing, he probed the area for signs of her attacker, and came up empty. Anger clawed at his chest, buzzed in his head.
A roar spilled from his jaws and he took off into the night.
Fury. Shame. Rage. Confusion.
Before him lay Laura's broken, mangled body. He was her protector. Her guide, her guardian.
How had he failed?
<You fool, how did you let this happen?> he hissed. Tail lashing, he probed the area for signs of her attacker, and came up empty. Anger clawed at his chest, buzzed in his head.
A roar spilled from his jaws and he took off into the night.
“Oh yes, that Inteleon is ah... special case.” The smile she gives is the one Sleet hates.
“Poor thing, such a tough life.”
They think Sleet can’t hear them. She sticks up a finger to remind them she can. It only makes them look at her like that more, with those eyes, that tilt of the head, the disgusting sympathy she never asked for.
It didn't matter. It never did. No matter how many trainers came, it always ended the same - 'I found another water type' or 'I don't really need a specialist, do you have anything else?'
And that was fine. She didn't need anyone.
“Poor thing, such a tough life.”
They think Sleet can’t hear them. She sticks up a finger to remind them she can. It only makes them look at her like that more, with those eyes, that tilt of the head, the disgusting sympathy she never asked for.
It didn't matter. It never did. No matter how many trainers came, it always ended the same - 'I found another water type' or 'I don't really need a specialist, do you have anything else?'
And that was fine. She didn't need anyone.
[ @Chibi Pika ]
Move, please move-
Panicked thoughts raced through Jade’s mind as she begged her body to obey her, but to no avail. All she can do is stare through eyes that don’t feel like her own, helpless. Weak. Paralyzed, the nasty looking Raichu looming behind her...
Heart hammering in her chest, fear clawing at her. And she can watch. Watch as they take Nine, hooking him up to dreadful machines. A new mind control they said. 100% effective.
Nine meets her eyes for a moment, and beneath his raw anger, she can see. See that he’s afraid, and she knows he’s thinking about him, about that night. Their screams still echo in Jade's mind, the fire- And she knows there’s nothing she can do to help. Pathetic. History is repeating itself, only this time there’s no blade to stop it.
She can see that look in his eyes, begging her to find a way to end him rather than suffer the same fate. And she can't do anything.
Move, please move-
Panicked thoughts raced through Jade’s mind as she begged her body to obey her, but to no avail. All she can do is stare through eyes that don’t feel like her own, helpless. Weak. Paralyzed, the nasty looking Raichu looming behind her...
Heart hammering in her chest, fear clawing at her. And she can watch. Watch as they take Nine, hooking him up to dreadful machines. A new mind control they said. 100% effective.
Nine meets her eyes for a moment, and beneath his raw anger, she can see. See that he’s afraid, and she knows he’s thinking about him, about that night. Their screams still echo in Jade's mind, the fire- And she knows there’s nothing she can do to help. Pathetic. History is repeating itself, only this time there’s no blade to stop it.
She can see that look in his eyes, begging her to find a way to end him rather than suffer the same fate. And she can't do anything.
[ @Dragonfree ]
May wanders down the empty street, one hand buried in Spirit’s fur as she glanced absent-mindedly at the shops. She was supposed to be looking for something for breakfast, but she almost didn’t want to. For a moment she could pretend she was just a regular trainer, out with her partner, trying to get stronger, maybe win a le-
Her grip tightened and she walked a little faster. She passed someone on the opposite side of the street, and from the corner of her eye she saw him staring. She glared back before walking faster. What was his problem? A couple walked past her, and she could make out panicked whispers and saw one of them pointing at her.
Her heart began to race. The quiet streets seemed more crowded now. A little boy dragged away by a nervous mother as he stared at her. Angry mutters from a group of friends and scornful glares from shop owners, pulling the blinds shut.
Spirit growled at them, ready for a fight, and she frantically tried to quiet her. They didn’t need more attention -
Suddenly they were in a crowd, being jostled and shoved, whispers and filling the air. Murderer liar killer
Hands grabbed at Spirit, pulling at her, trying to drag her away.
Bad trainer, failure. She killed him.
“That’s her, I’m sure of it.”
May’s blood turned to ice. Across the street, a few yards away, someone was talking to a cop. Her body moved without her even realizing it, turning and dashing away, running and running, Spirit hot on her heels, her lungs tight and chest throbbing.
And then she rounded a corner. A flash of blond hair, bloodshot eyes. Pale skin and a face just like from the news... And a gaunt purple form behind him. No, no no- Spirit leaps in front of her, snarling. “Run!”
And for a moment, some panicked part of May wants to.
A blast from the so-called Mewtwo. Too fast to dodge. Spirit shrieks, May’s heart skips a beat. Then she looks down and sees red. But not blood, shards of a stone. Entei’s gem. And Spirit, eyes wide and horrified as she gazed upon it. All May can do is stare at the haunted, empty eyes of Mewtwo-like figure.
May wanders down the empty street, one hand buried in Spirit’s fur as she glanced absent-mindedly at the shops. She was supposed to be looking for something for breakfast, but she almost didn’t want to. For a moment she could pretend she was just a regular trainer, out with her partner, trying to get stronger, maybe win a le-
Her grip tightened and she walked a little faster. She passed someone on the opposite side of the street, and from the corner of her eye she saw him staring. She glared back before walking faster. What was his problem? A couple walked past her, and she could make out panicked whispers and saw one of them pointing at her.
Her heart began to race. The quiet streets seemed more crowded now. A little boy dragged away by a nervous mother as he stared at her. Angry mutters from a group of friends and scornful glares from shop owners, pulling the blinds shut.
Spirit growled at them, ready for a fight, and she frantically tried to quiet her. They didn’t need more attention -
Suddenly they were in a crowd, being jostled and shoved, whispers and filling the air. Murderer liar killer
Hands grabbed at Spirit, pulling at her, trying to drag her away.
Bad trainer, failure. She killed him.
“That’s her, I’m sure of it.”
May’s blood turned to ice. Across the street, a few yards away, someone was talking to a cop. Her body moved without her even realizing it, turning and dashing away, running and running, Spirit hot on her heels, her lungs tight and chest throbbing.
And then she rounded a corner. A flash of blond hair, bloodshot eyes. Pale skin and a face just like from the news... And a gaunt purple form behind him. No, no no- Spirit leaps in front of her, snarling. “Run!”
And for a moment, some panicked part of May wants to.
A blast from the so-called Mewtwo. Too fast to dodge. Spirit shrieks, May’s heart skips a beat. Then she looks down and sees red. But not blood, shards of a stone. Entei’s gem. And Spirit, eyes wide and horrified as she gazed upon it. All May can do is stare at the haunted, empty eyes of Mewtwo-like figure.
[ @Panoramic_Vacuum ]
“GGRAAAHhh!” Aggron’s vision darkened. He clawed at consciousness, trying to cling on. He couldn’t give in, not now. He was Steven’s last mon, his last defense. One more hit and he could defeat their opponen-
Aggron’s eyes jerked open. He was lying on the floor of the arena, his opponent standing over him. He started to rise, ready to fight, when it settled on him what had happened. He’d lost. They’d lost- No, Steven had lost. All because he’d been too weak.
Shamefully, Aggron turned to look at Steven.
The former champion’s face was a steel mask. Cold and unfeeling. Then he turned and walked away, leaving Aggron alone on an empty battlefield. A few moments later, the lights turned off, drenching the room in darkness, leaving Aggron utterly alone.
—
Days blurred together to weeks. Every day the same for Steven. Come in to work, stare at a screen all day, file papers, stare at a screen... he lost himself in the monotony. And he liked it. It deadened the pain. He didn’t have to think about-
No. Not now. There was work to be done. Work... Maybe the stacks of papers can block out the memory, the memory of the destroyed husk of a city and the lifeless husks of-
Steven jammed a file into a cabinet with shaking hands. Work.
“Mr. Stone?” a light knock on his office door, and one of the office assistants poked her head in. “Your press conference starts in 5 minutes.”
He blinked. “Press conference?” he said, holding back the stammer in his voice. What press conference?
“Yes, to address the region after...” her voice trembled. “Kyogre and Groudon...”
Destroyed everything?
The roar of a crowd, a door before him leading to the stage. He was twisting the rings on his finger, shaking inside.When had he even got here- the door opened and he found himself before a crowd, hundreds of thousand of people, reporters flashing cameras, video records, all pointed at him, everyone staring at him-
Instinctively, he reached for Metagross, always steady at his side, before he remembered. Six gravestones, nonononono- In a daze, all he could do was stare at the ocean of people before him, expecting and demanding answers. Wanting to know why their champion had failed them. Wanting answers he could never give.
And in that moment, he felt more alone than ever, adrift in a sea with no one to pull him out.
“GGRAAAHhh!” Aggron’s vision darkened. He clawed at consciousness, trying to cling on. He couldn’t give in, not now. He was Steven’s last mon, his last defense. One more hit and he could defeat their opponen-
Aggron’s eyes jerked open. He was lying on the floor of the arena, his opponent standing over him. He started to rise, ready to fight, when it settled on him what had happened. He’d lost. They’d lost- No, Steven had lost. All because he’d been too weak.
Shamefully, Aggron turned to look at Steven.
The former champion’s face was a steel mask. Cold and unfeeling. Then he turned and walked away, leaving Aggron alone on an empty battlefield. A few moments later, the lights turned off, drenching the room in darkness, leaving Aggron utterly alone.
—
Days blurred together to weeks. Every day the same for Steven. Come in to work, stare at a screen all day, file papers, stare at a screen... he lost himself in the monotony. And he liked it. It deadened the pain. He didn’t have to think about-
No. Not now. There was work to be done. Work... Maybe the stacks of papers can block out the memory, the memory of the destroyed husk of a city and the lifeless husks of-
Steven jammed a file into a cabinet with shaking hands. Work.
“Mr. Stone?” a light knock on his office door, and one of the office assistants poked her head in. “Your press conference starts in 5 minutes.”
He blinked. “Press conference?” he said, holding back the stammer in his voice. What press conference?
“Yes, to address the region after...” her voice trembled. “Kyogre and Groudon...”
Destroyed everything?
The roar of a crowd, a door before him leading to the stage. He was twisting the rings on his finger, shaking inside.When had he even got here- the door opened and he found himself before a crowd, hundreds of thousand of people, reporters flashing cameras, video records, all pointed at him, everyone staring at him-
Instinctively, he reached for Metagross, always steady at his side, before he remembered. Six gravestones, nonononono- In a daze, all he could do was stare at the ocean of people before him, expecting and demanding answers. Wanting to know why their champion had failed them. Wanting answers he could never give.
And in that moment, he felt more alone than ever, adrift in a sea with no one to pull him out.
[ @ShiniGojira ]
“Evie!” June cried out, heart racing as they stumbled through the empty woods. “Evie, where are you?” His breath came in short gasps and his tail flame flickered erratically. Behind him he could still hear that awful, horrible buzzing, droning endlessly. And growing closer.
“Evi-!” His foot collided with a root, and he yelped and tumbled down a sharp hill and crashed into something soft at the bottom. “Urgh-” he blinked, his muzzled buried into something soft. Shaking his head, he pushed himself upright and saw-
His eyes lit up. “Evie!” She seemed to be lying down, and he reached out, shaking her -”Wake up-”
His claw came back bloody. His tail flame dimmed sharply and his breath caught. Her body lay deathly still. “No no no-”
A pool of sticky blood spread from the body, and over his feet.
—-
A shrill scream pierced the air.
Evie jerked back. “Wh-” a charred body lay before her. How... where-
And then she felt ill. She recognized the body. Her sister’s charred body.
But that was impossible-!
“You monster!”
Evie dragged her eyes away from the body to see one of the forest pokemon gazing at her, eyes full of fear.
“I didn’t do this I swear-” her thoughts wirled, her memories muddy, and a tiny voice in her head demanded ‘but what if you did?’
“Evie!” June cried out, heart racing as they stumbled through the empty woods. “Evie, where are you?” His breath came in short gasps and his tail flame flickered erratically. Behind him he could still hear that awful, horrible buzzing, droning endlessly. And growing closer.
“Evi-!” His foot collided with a root, and he yelped and tumbled down a sharp hill and crashed into something soft at the bottom. “Urgh-” he blinked, his muzzled buried into something soft. Shaking his head, he pushed himself upright and saw-
His eyes lit up. “Evie!” She seemed to be lying down, and he reached out, shaking her -”Wake up-”
His claw came back bloody. His tail flame dimmed sharply and his breath caught. Her body lay deathly still. “No no no-”
A pool of sticky blood spread from the body, and over his feet.
—-
A shrill scream pierced the air.
Evie jerked back. “Wh-” a charred body lay before her. How... where-
And then she felt ill. She recognized the body. Her sister’s charred body.
But that was impossible-!
“You monster!”
Evie dragged her eyes away from the body to see one of the forest pokemon gazing at her, eyes full of fear.
“I didn’t do this I swear-” her thoughts wirled, her memories muddy, and a tiny voice in her head demanded ‘but what if you did?’
[ @Negrek ]
All around Nate, ghostly haggard shapes loomed, their bodies malformed, more darkness than alive. An ursaring, charging, slashing, tearing at him, Mightyena’s body, broken and lifeles-
With a gasp, Nate jerked upright, chest tight and bedsheets tossed aside. Fuck. Just a nightmare then? A wet nose pressed itself against his hand, and he managed a smile at Mightyena, muttering some reassurance. He was too old for nightmares.
Still stuck on this damn island though. He glanced out the window. Early enough for breakfast, at least. He found himself at the cafe -wait, when had he walked here...- He grabbed a box to go, mostly picking up foods Mightyena liked. People would be here soon, and the last thing he felt like seeing was people. Perhaps the lakeside would be quie-
Seated on the soft sand by the lake’s edge, he doled out some food for Mightyena, who immediately began scarfing it down. Well, at least she was pleased. A strange feeling stirred in his gut for a moment, but he shrugged it off. Might as well enjoy the peace while he could.
His attention began to wander. Mightyena trotted towards the water's edge and began sniffing around. And then there was a yelp and a splash and his head jerked up and his heart stopped. Ripples spread across the empty lake. Mightyena was gone.
Something dark broke the surface, several yards out. Panicked howls and yelps. Cursing, Nate found himself moving without thinking, surging through the water. Deeper, deeper. Deeper. Mightyena went under again, and he went in after her.
Water closed over his head. He could see wispy, dark hands grabbing at her, dragging her down. Insidious red eyes. More hands appeared, wrapping around him, pulling him... pulling....
All around Nate, ghostly haggard shapes loomed, their bodies malformed, more darkness than alive. An ursaring, charging, slashing, tearing at him, Mightyena’s body, broken and lifeles-
With a gasp, Nate jerked upright, chest tight and bedsheets tossed aside. Fuck. Just a nightmare then? A wet nose pressed itself against his hand, and he managed a smile at Mightyena, muttering some reassurance. He was too old for nightmares.
Still stuck on this damn island though. He glanced out the window. Early enough for breakfast, at least. He found himself at the cafe -
Seated on the soft sand by the lake’s edge, he doled out some food for Mightyena, who immediately began scarfing it down. Well, at least she was pleased. A strange feeling stirred in his gut for a moment, but he shrugged it off. Might as well enjoy the peace while he could.
His attention began to wander. Mightyena trotted towards the water's edge and began sniffing around. And then there was a yelp and a splash and his head jerked up and his heart stopped. Ripples spread across the empty lake. Mightyena was gone.
Something dark broke the surface, several yards out. Panicked howls and yelps. Cursing, Nate found himself moving without thinking, surging through the water. Deeper, deeper. Deeper. Mightyena went under again, and he went in after her.
Water closed over his head. He could see wispy, dark hands grabbing at her, dragging her down. Insidious red eyes. More hands appeared, wrapping around him, pulling him... pulling....
[ @MintyMimix ]
“Azure!”
She was back again, this time in her own body, yet watching herself. Scarlet lightning, a storm overhead, and that witch. “No no, not again-”
\
She sees Azure, watches him torn apart, and almost against her own will, her body moves. She turns, shaking with fear and runs-
\
“Azure!” her body is foreign now, a Weavile-? Yet the memory is the same. Her brother, captive before the witch, shadows growing all around, tearing at him. While she watches. While she does nothing. Just like the coward she is—
She runs.
\
“Azure!” Shaking now, Violet’s eyes jerk open. The scene is familiar. Too familiar. Azure, captive before the witch. Scarlet lightning. A storm overhead, and the witch. Has she seen this before? The thought is quickly replaced by fear as the witch cackles maliciously. Fear claws at Violet.
Run, a voice in her head cries. Run, coward.
“Azure!”
She was back again, this time in her own body, yet watching herself. Scarlet lightning, a storm overhead, and that witch. “No no, not again-”
\
She sees Azure, watches him torn apart, and almost against her own will, her body moves. She turns, shaking with fear and runs-
\
“Azure!” her body is foreign now, a Weavile-? Yet the memory is the same. Her brother, captive before the witch, shadows growing all around, tearing at him. While she watches. While she does nothing. Just like the coward she is—
She runs.
\
“Azure!” Shaking now, Violet’s eyes jerk open. The scene is familiar. Too familiar. Azure, captive before the witch. Scarlet lightning. A storm overhead, and the witch. Has she seen this before? The thought is quickly replaced by fear as the witch cackles maliciously. Fear claws at Violet.
Run, a voice in her head cries. Run, coward.
Hazel blinks, jarred from her train of thought as she taps away at her phone. She looks up and- for a moment, there’s a sickening sense of something like deja vu, but more wrongness. She’s supposed to be on an island with a human and there’s a kidnapping-
The thoughts fall away as she recalls where she is. Icy tundra, a smattering of trees, and four walls on either side, a concrete cage. And on one wall, a clear glass, a sickening reminder of a world beyond, shut off to her.
Beyond the glass, she sees shapes. People, pointing and gawking. Her stomach churns. She’s seen the sign outside -
World’s First Texting Weavile! Come and see the world’s smartest pokemon!
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she recalls something - a memory...? No. A fantasy. One where she has a father who loves her, and a lab she called home, and trainer... a person. Who loved her and who she loved. A world warmer than this cold one, where she’s more than an attraction to be gawked at. More than an experiment. One where she wasn’t alone.
She scampers back to the stick thin trees and whatever privacy they offer. This is all she has though. This is her life.
The thoughts fall away as she recalls where she is. Icy tundra, a smattering of trees, and four walls on either side, a concrete cage. And on one wall, a clear glass, a sickening reminder of a world beyond, shut off to her.
Beyond the glass, she sees shapes. People, pointing and gawking. Her stomach churns. She’s seen the sign outside -
World’s First Texting Weavile! Come and see the world’s smartest pokemon!
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she recalls something - a memory...? No. A fantasy. One where she has a father who loves her, and a lab she called home, and trainer... a person. Who loved her and who she loved. A world warmer than this cold one, where she’s more than an attraction to be gawked at. More than an experiment. One where she wasn’t alone.
She scampers back to the stick thin trees and whatever privacy they offer. This is all she has though. This is her life.
[ @Torchic W. Pip ]
Victoria sees Wallace, from a distance. Striding down the streets of Sootopolis, Winona on his arm, and smiling. Seeing him happy... she slithers through the crowd toward him and calls out. He doesn’t seem to hear at first, but it doesn’t matter. He looks healthy, eating, and joyful. She calls again, and finally he turns around.
When he sees her, he frowns a little. Winona pats him on the arm and whispers something gently to him, and he nods. Then he approaches, but this time stiffly. Formally. He looks like he about to have an interview, not greet her as a friend.
What’s going on?
<Wallace?>
“Victoria.” His voice is his own, but its not compassionate and friendly, at least not to her. “I understand why you have to go away and see your family. I’m happy for you. But... I don’t need your help anymore, understand? Please go home now.”
And then he leaves. He just leaves he walks away, back to Winona, away from her, and doesn’t look back.
Her heart races and she feels her body shaking. She wants to cry out but her mouth is stiff. She’d failed him she’d let him down he didn’t need her anymore and she was a terrible caretaker.
Yet she wanted to chase him down, talk to him but... maybe he was better off without her. Better off alone. But that couldn’t be right, could it?
-
“I tell you, the gods have brought their wrath upon Sootoplis for one reason!” Megalos voice booms across the crowd huddled in the amphitheater, peering out from under their umbrellas, faces etched with fear. The drizzle of rain grows harder. A crack of thunder highlights his words and murmurs break out amongst the crowd.
Megalos holds up a hand and they fall silent, all listening.
From his spot far at the back of the stage, Wallace is shaking, his heart trembling and vision swimming so much he can’t think straight. Sootopolis is in danger its my fault I’m an awful person-
Megalos continues, crowd hanging on his everyone word because of course they would, he’s perfect-
“It is because of the sins of your so-called champion! Wallace Papadakis!” Lightning crashed, and it began to pour. The sea is rising, and a great and terrible roar sounds, heard even from miles away.
“I tell the truth, for Wallace is guilty of terrible things, and the gods are punishing him! He-”
Megalos voice, telling all of Wallace’s worst secrets, is drowned out by Wallace’s thoughts, spiraling, spiraling, spiraling...
Failure. Failure. Failure.
Victoria sees Wallace, from a distance. Striding down the streets of Sootopolis, Winona on his arm, and smiling. Seeing him happy... she slithers through the crowd toward him and calls out. He doesn’t seem to hear at first, but it doesn’t matter. He looks healthy, eating, and joyful. She calls again, and finally he turns around.
When he sees her, he frowns a little. Winona pats him on the arm and whispers something gently to him, and he nods. Then he approaches, but this time stiffly. Formally. He looks like he about to have an interview, not greet her as a friend.
What’s going on?
<Wallace?>
“Victoria.” His voice is his own, but its not compassionate and friendly, at least not to her. “I understand why you have to go away and see your family. I’m happy for you. But... I don’t need your help anymore, understand? Please go home now.”
And then he leaves. He just leaves he walks away, back to Winona, away from her, and doesn’t look back.
Her heart races and she feels her body shaking. She wants to cry out but her mouth is stiff. She’d failed him she’d let him down he didn’t need her anymore and she was a terrible caretaker.
Yet she wanted to chase him down, talk to him but... maybe he was better off without her. Better off alone. But that couldn’t be right, could it?
-
“I tell you, the gods have brought their wrath upon Sootoplis for one reason!” Megalos voice booms across the crowd huddled in the amphitheater, peering out from under their umbrellas, faces etched with fear. The drizzle of rain grows harder. A crack of thunder highlights his words and murmurs break out amongst the crowd.
Megalos holds up a hand and they fall silent, all listening.
From his spot far at the back of the stage, Wallace is shaking, his heart trembling and vision swimming so much he can’t think straight. Sootopolis is in danger its my fault I’m an awful person-
Megalos continues, crowd hanging on his everyone word because of course they would, he’s perfect-
“It is because of the sins of your so-called champion! Wallace Papadakis!” Lightning crashed, and it began to pour. The sea is rising, and a great and terrible roar sounds, heard even from miles away.
“I tell the truth, for Wallace is guilty of terrible things, and the gods are punishing him! He-”
Megalos voice, telling all of Wallace’s worst secrets, is drowned out by Wallace’s thoughts, spiraling, spiraling, spiraling...
Failure. Failure. Failure.
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