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Slowpoke Well | Late Evening (14)

As Xander was about to told his plan to the other, he heard a knocking sound on the door. Everyone stopped talking and was looking at the door, both surprised and terrified at the idea that an infected was nearby."It seems that we aren't alone anymore..." Xander told to the others.

"What do we do?" suddenly asked Plague, his mouth still dripping some drops of the sweet breveage Xander gave him earlier. He seemed to get better, and that relieved Xander."What do we do? Easy! You and the others get the Slowpoke in safety, deeper into the well. Be prepared and always look back, just in case. I'll go investigate what's going on." he answered. As he was about to get through the door, Xander could sense the worried look the Umbreon was giving to him. Slightly turning around, he added: "Don't worry about me, I'll be just fine."

His eyes being already accoutumated to the darkness of the well, Xander noticed that someone climbed down the hole, since the lights of the day could be seen where the ladder stand. He also noticed movement, despite he couldn't identify what was happening. He knew, however, that his priority was to close that damn entrace, so no infected could come here and try to force the door.


He floated through the ground, and reappeared near the well. The stone slab had been pushed aside, somehow. As Xander mutter, he put back the stone slab on the exit of the well, and praise that this time, no one will try to push it off. Now that it was done, Xander had to deal with the "intruder". He couldn't think of what was in there, but he will find out.


Xander stopped when he began to get the impression of being observed. He looked around him, he couldn't saw what was glaring at him. He ready himself, because he knew deep inside that he's going to have to fight.

Cerberus wondered around the empty town, following the sent as best he could. If it weren’t for the sent of the dead starting to mix with the sent of the living, there wouldn’t be any trouble locating his prey. He looked in abandoned homes in hopes that they had taken refuge in one of them, but that was too much to hope for.

“Come out, little food. Cerberus hungry for flesh.” He growled. Normally what he says makes no sense cause he says it out of sentence. But there is the odd time when what he says does make some sense.

He walked by the Pokemon Center, but there was no sent but death coming from it. So he moved on. He started to wonder if maybe they just passed through, but he had a feeling that they were here. He could feel it in his undead bones. “Come out. If do, I make death painless.” Telling them stuff like that was a sure way to tell them to stay where they were. He wanted food, he didn’t care if they came out or stayed hidden. He just wanted to sink his fangs into some living flesh.

He started to give up on finding them, the PokeMart had some faint sent, but it was mostly from all the dead bodies inside. After he checked out the gym he was going to give up and go back to the forest. But then he noticed a well. And what was coming off it was living sent, and it was fresh sent to. He stifled an emotionless grin. He noticed that the entrance was open, so it would be simple to get in. but then something appeared out of nowhere. It was some kind of flouting purple thing with hands not attached to its body.

Cerberus stayed low to the ground as the purple thing started to move some kind of stone slab over the entrance. Cerberus started to flex his claws, which scraped agonised the stone street. He needed to make a move before that thing disappeared. So he charged out of his hiding place and ran at full speed to where it was. Then he leapt at it, his huge jaws opened wide, a small shadow like sphere starting to form in his mouth as he got ready to use his Shadow Ball.

"Yes! I found it!" Rain shouted as he grabbed the ladder in the darkness of the well. Alright, I have to hurry now. Who knows how far away those things are he thought as he started to pull himself up the first rung. No doubt they will follow me, but if I can hide somewhere up there, Rain thought as he looked up maybe I could observe them from the top to see how they act and what they look like without revealing myself. Climbing to the surface was difficult; he could only climb with one hand because his other clutched the small Barboach, which he dared not leg go. Straining himself, Rain climbed from rung to rung as fast as he could, and when he reached the middle of the well, Rain heard a gritty sound, which stopped after a few seconds. Fearing the worst, Rain started to leap up the rungs of the ladder. Although he knew this maneuver was risky, the thought of being torn to pieces encouraged him.

When Rain first entered the well, he could not see the top. The moonlight did not reach the top of the well thereby giving the top the same shade of darkness as the bottom. Since the top of the well was not visible when Rain went down, he did not expect it to be visible when he went back up; therefore, Rain was unaware he was climbing towards a blocked entrance. Reaching the surface of the well, Rain made one final jump but, instead of shooting out the top, bumped his head on the slab. "Aagh!" Rain moaned painfully as he fell deeper into the belly of the water pit. Rain crashed to the ground, although he should have died, he was merely unconscious.

"Don't worry about me, I'll be just fine." The Haunter said, as he floated out the entrance.
Growling with apprehension, Plague turned to herd the Slowpoke deeper into the well.
"We must get everyone deeper into the cavern!" He barked at his comrades as he nudged a young sleeping Slowpoke with his beak.

Suddenly, there was a scream and a splash that came from just outside the door.
"What the hell!?" Plague cried as he sprinted to the door.
Plague knew from the cry that it was a young pokemon, but if it was infected or not, he was unsure.
He shoved open the door cautiously with his shoulder, poking his head in through the crack and peering outside.
There, in a shallow pool of water, was a small yellow pokemon.
Plague glanced up, looking at the darkness above, then back down at the unconscious pokemon.
Plague crept closer. It was face down in the water, and not moving.
Is it dead...? It must have fallen from the top...
Plague sniffed at it carefully, searching for any hint of infection.
...This one is odd...he doesn't smell dead...he must have belonged to a human...he has their scent all over him.

"The water must have saved you kid," he muttered as he picked up the baby pokemon by the scruff and carried him out of the shallow water.
Dropping him gently to the dry ground, he turned it over with his paw to get a better look at this new pokemon.
Hmm, I don't recognize it...nothing I've ever seen before.
This one had large gray patches on his cheeks, and rounder ears than a Pichu...he would know-he sometimes made meals of Pichu when he couldn't find anything else.

As he sat back, he noticed it had something soggy and sagging in his nubby arms.
Plague nudged it with his beak, and investigated further with his nose.
What the hell is this..?
It wasn't alive, and it wasn't dead either. It looked like a water pokemon of some sort. It reeked of humans, even after it had been sitting in well-water.

Plague sat on his haunches, gazing up at the top of the well. He wanted to help Xander.
I'll take this one to safety, and then I'll go up. The others can handle a small handful of Slowpoke.
Plague leaned over the helpless Minun and gently picked both him and the soggy thing it was carrying up and took them into the safety of the Slowpoke Well.
His nose scrunched up as he growled quietly.
Yuck, this thing tastes disgusting. Plague thought, the rancid water from the Barboach doll saturating his mouth.

[OoC: ARGH! Skip my turn. I didn't had time, 'cause it's the POUTINE FESTIVAL IN HERE! Let's just say that Xander had been hit by the Shadow Ball, and was blasted off against the houses, uncounscious, BUT NOT DEAD, 'kay?]

The infecteds Mightyenas attacked hit the Ghost type sending it flying against the side of one of the houses. It then fell to the ground unmoving. But Cerberus knew that it wasn’t dead. He didn’t hit it hard enough to kill it, and colliding with the house wouldn’t be enough to kill it ether. He landed on top of the stone slab with a thud. He then howled in victory as he jumped off it and slowly walked toward his prey.

The ghost pokemon lay still, and it didn’t have much of a living sent, but Cerberus knew that it wasn’t dead. As he got closer his grin grew ever bigger, revealing sharp blood stained fangs, until he was finally standing over it. He let out another howl before attempting to bite into it.

(OOC: Sorry, there isn't much I could do at this point. Sorry for telling everyone after three days but my character can't really do anything until he regains consciousness which is probably going to happen after a while because he kind of fell down a large well. I will post next time. Sorry again.)

Plague gently placed the small yellow pokemon down at the foot of the cervid.
"He fell down the well, watch over him. He's not infected." he quickly muttered as he turned and dashed back to the entrance. He sighed as he looked at the ladder.
At least it'll be easier going up rather than going down...
He made his way up the damp ladder, moving quicker than he had before.
As his paw touched the cover of the entrance, he heard a bone-chilling howl, right above him. The lid jiggled a bit as the creature that was on it jumped off. Being a semi-canine pokemon, he knew that this howl was one of victory.
His heart skipped a beat as he thought of the Haunter out there.
Oh no, Xander!
He inched his paw under the lid and moved it as quietly as he could until there was enough room to get through. He poked his head up and looked around.

He caught sight of the howling pokemon, just to the right of the well. It was slightly larger than himself, with long dark purple and gray fur. It was stalking towards one of the buildings, where a purple clump lay in a heap, unmoving, against it.

Xander!
Plague growled and narrowed his eyes. He leaped out and quietly crept towards the gloating pokemon. As he got closer, the canine howled again and bared its' bloodied teeth.
Plague sniffed the air, hoping to pick up as much information about his enemy as he could.
This thing isn't alive...
Plagues' anger flared at the sight of an infected. His eyes and rings began to glow, and his ability Synchronize went into full-effect as he readied himself for a fight.

He protracted his claws and flattened his ears against his head as he lunged forward with a quick attack. His sharp claws dug into the soft earth as he charged forward, colliding with the canines' exposed side.

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Azalea Town | Late Evening (15)

"Urgh...." Xander tried to move, but he simply don't have energy anymore. The Shadow Ball attack caught him off-guard, sending him flying on one of the houses. He was thankful for being a Haunter, otherwise he could had feel the pain to have many broken bones, which wasn't good for the moment.

Xander fight for being conscious, but he knew he couldn't win. He was conscious enough to hear the beast that defeated him howling at it's victory. Then, it began to approach Xander, slowly, but determinated. Another howl make Xander shriver a little. "So, this is how it's end? Being beaten badly after losing comrades? Life isn't fair..."

He was about to give up, when suddenly the beast was shoved out of the way by something black and purple. Xander's sight began to get really fuzzy, but he think he recognised Plague. He couldn't keep consciousness anymore, and fell unconscious.

Cerberus wasn’t ready for the sudden impact in his side, which sent him skidding a few feet on the street. Surprise was all he felt, which was odd since he couldn’t feel anything. He lifted his head and faced his attacker, snarling at it. How dare it interfere, this wasn’t its fight, so why? Was it another infected wanting to steal his prey? He wouldn’t let that happen, he started to stand back up and slowly walk toward the new pokemon.

“Bad, you no inter-” his voice was cute off by a weird feeling. His vision was starting to get a little clearer, and then it went fuzzy. “What?” The glow in his eyes started to dim, and he started to lose all strength in the legs that caused him to fall onto his side. He started to feel searing pain all over his body, mainly from his chest. Then everything was clear.

The old Cerberus had managed to finally take control of the body, but after being buried deep inside for so long, he had no idea where he was, or what had happened. “Where… where am I?” He managed to say, but it was so low it could barley be heard. He tried to lift his head but he was just to existed and weak to manage even that. We felt like passing out, but he couldn’t, he had to stay awake. “H-how did I get here?” he said in the same unhearable tone as be moved his head to get a look at where he was. He could manage to move his head he just couldn’t lift it.

Then he noticed the Umbreon. It was standing there in a defensive position like it was ready to attack him. “Who are you?” Cerberus managed to get his voice a little higher. Though he didn’t think it heard him since it was still in the same position. Then the pain returned and he let out a whimper. He had never felt pain like this before. It was worse then the time he fell down a cliff and hit a tree so hard his back hurt for weeks. But the worst of the pain was in his chest. And he remembered the fight with the Arcanine. How it had slashed his chest causing him to bleed to death. He didn’t know what was going on, or why, but he needed, “help…”

(ooc: Because of Plagues synchronize ability, the old Cerberus was able to resurface. But because of the state his body has been in, he is going to be in searing pain for a long time. And the last thing he remembers is his trainer’s face, so he’s got no idea what he’s done before now.)

Wake up...Wake up...Wake up... his mother's voice repeated to the unconscious Minun. Rain was dreaming of his mother sitting in the cage of the laboratory repeating these very words. Although he was not completely certain of his mother's whereabouts, he believed his mother was somehow with him wherever he went. WAKE UP! his mother lunged at him from the locked cage, her red eyes glowing. Rain woke up, startled by his nightmare. As he threw his head up from where he lay on the ground, Rain stared into the large eyes of a slowpoke with its mouth gaping wide open. "Whoa," Rain exclaimed as he leaped away from the strange face. Rain ran into something which felt much like flesh. He turned around and saw yet another one of the odd, pink creatures. Rain squeezed his small doll close to him as he gazed around the room at all of the bewildered-looking creatures around him. In the midst of the densely populated room, Rain could see a large, fat creature walking towards his position. "Oh no! I have to get out of here," Rain whispered in alarm. Over there...Over there...That is the way out the voice in Rain's head almost seemed to guide his sight to the open doorway of the room.

Rain got on all four legs and sprinted to the doorway with the barboach doll held firmly between the teeth of his mouth. "Wait!" something yelled as he exited the room. Rain glanced quickly over his shoulder to see who said the word. The large, fat thing stared at Rain as it pushed through the crowd of the lost-faced animals. Rain did not want to wait to see what this thing would do; after all, it was much larger than Rain by twenty times. He dashed back into the watery hole of the well and grasped the rung of the ladder. Rain took the doll from his mouth and hugged it close to him with his other arm.

Remembering his previous mistake, Rain slowly climbed the rungs of the ladder but could hear the giant footsteps of the creature that approached. He saw he shadow of the fat thing at the bottom entrance of the water hole. Don't let it follow you...Don't let it follow you. Rain knew what he must do: he fired a bolt of electricity at the puddle of water beneath him to stop the creature from entering the dark water hole. The maneuver seemed to work: the creature stepped back from the doorway. Rain continued his climb up the ladder. He finally reached the top and slowly poked his head out from the top of the hole where the slab used to be. A strange glowing dog stood aggressively a few feet away from him but was looking at another animal of similar shape. The other dog, which was not the glowing one, seemed to be defeated and tired. "Now is my chance," Rain whispered to himself as he quietly climbed onto the edge of the well. He hopped from the well but landed on a pile of twigs at the foot of the well. SNAP! STUPID! STUPID! STUPID! the voice in his head repeated loudly. The glowing animal instantaneously turned its head all the way around to find the Minun. Rain gasped and squeezed his small doll closer to him. The glowing dog angrily stared at Rain as he slowly began to step away from the well.

Plague was confused; unsure of what to do next. The infected canine he had just sent flying had started to talk almost coherently...which is something that he hadn't seen in any pokemon that smelled as decayed as this one was.
Everything he had met thus far were beyond words and clear thoughts.

The pokemon in front of him struggled to get up, whimpering and muttering things to itself.
The hounds' eyes had lost its' sinister red glow, and was now full of pain and bewilderment.
“Who are you?”
Plague narrowed his eyes, giving the creature a sideways look.
Should I answer?...What is this thing?....

“help…”
It tried to get up but whimpered loudly and collapsed.
Plagues' eyes grew wide as he heard it ask for help.
Would an infected do that?...Would it be intelligent enough to scheme like that?...
His interest was peaked as he cautiously crept forward. He noted that its' chest was cut open, and was probably the source of its' agony. Before he was able to get close enough, he heard a loud snap from behind him.

Plague snapped his head around in surprise. He saw the small yellow pokemon he had found earlier, standing there with its mouth agape in shock and fear, clinging to its soggy stuffed animal.
Plague growled in annoyance.
Why didn't the others watch him?!
Stupid kid is going to get himself killed!

Plague shot a glance at the wounded hound, then back at the kid.
"Hey kid, where are you going? Get over here, it's not safe!"
His heart started to pump harder at the thought of the small pokemon running off and getting eaten.
The young pokemon faltered, like it wasn't certain of what to do.
The Umbreons' gaze fell back on the wounded hound ahead of him. He didn't trust the thing at all, and decided it best not to let his guard down.
"Come on kid, I won't hurt you- come here."

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Azalea Town | Nightfall (16)

Xander finally woke up. He saw Plague standing if front of the beast, which seems to wince in pain. As he remembered what happened, he judged best to let the Umbreon deal with the matter, as the creature still have the advantage on him. Xander floated again, despite his whole body protesting and began to head toward the Well.

Suddenly, a little yellow Pokémon emerged from the Well and froze in place as Plague tried to convince him to stay with them. Xander recognised the young Pokémon as the shadow he saw when he get out of the Well to replace the stone slab. So, it was HIS fault if he had to get out closing the slab again, and it was HIS fault if he get beaten badly. His anger began to rise within him. He knew it was just a kid, as Plague stated, but Arceus!

He finally spoke to Plague: "I'll take care of the kid, since I'm no use against that beast, and also in my stade that's the omly thing I can do. Watch out for it, sneaky bastard... and give it my greetings," if you know what I mean." He then dive into the ground, only to slowly appear behind the Minum. Xander take the pokémon's head with one of his humongeous claw, and turned it to look straight into the terrified eyes of the kid: " I know that it was you who moved that stone and forced me to get out. Do you know what would had happened to you or the others if an infected get in? I'm not happy at all, and you'll deserve a punition." As he moved in, still holding the tiny Pokémon, he turned to Plague, a little smirk in his face: "Don't worry, I won't be too hard on him." He then entered the Well.

When they get into the bottom of the Well, Xander freed the Minum from his grasp. The pokémon started running back and forth, visibly panicked. Xander faced him, cornering him in a part of the Well. He said:"I'm exausted, and I need something to restore a bit, and this something.... WILL BE YOU!" Xander vanished in the dark of the cavern, leaving the Minum alone, more frighten than ever. Xander's creepy and low laugh echoed in the cavern "Hurr Hurr Hurr". He then started to sing a slow, haunted melody: "Bateau, sur l'eau. La rivière, la rivière........... Bateau, sur l'eau..... " Xander get very close to the Minum, and completed his melody with a Hypnosis attack on the kid pokémon "La rivière est pleine d'eau." With a grin, he said out loud to himself "Dinner's served!.

(Skip me cause I got nothing to put. Cerberus is just laying there in pain :/ )

Despite the strange creature's assurance that he wouldn't hurt Rain, the little Minun was still cautious of his motives. The strange dog on the other end of the battlefield seemed to be in immense pain. If that purple dog had done that to the other one, then what will stop it from doing that to me? Rain thought as he began to slowly step farther away from the glowing animal. Rain wouldn't dare turn his back on this creature for fear that it might attack. At least if Rain was facing a hostile, he could slow it down long enough to get away from this place. A strange, nearby voice began to talk to the strange, glowing dog: it said it was going to take care of "the kid" which Rain assumed was himself. Rain made up his mind to take a chance and dash away into the nearby brush, but something with large hands blocked his way. He stared into the eyes of a strange, malicious ghost. Suddenly, one of the large ghost's hands grabbed Rain's head. Due to the unexpected surprise, Rain dropped his small doll which he quickly snatched up from the ground as the floating ghost took him back down the well.

Rain struggled with the ghost's hand; however, the small Minun's blows simply passed through the hands of the ghost as if they were not even there. The ghost finally dropped the small Minun onto the floor of the well and disappeared into the darkness. I can't see anything! Where is it!? Rain thought as he stood in the corner of the room. He clutched his small doll to his chest, frightened. Rain could heard a strange, sinister melody, sung by the specter, from the darkness. Although it was not exactly his mother's lullaby, it began to put him to sleep. As Rain's eyes closed, he was able to see the apparition materialize before him. "Dinners served!" it said happily. Thump...thump..thump-thump-thump-thump. Rain's heart was beating faster and faster as he slept. Images of his mother in the cage and the memories of his life flashed within his mind as he dreamed until his memories came upon the memory of the well and the ghastly phantom which appeared before him, except, this time, the ghost was no longer the purple specter he had originally seen but his mother with the same red, evil eyes he had seen before in his nightmares. "Mother?" Rain asked, bewildered at his mother's appearance. Suddenly, the strange apparition screeched as it lunged at Rain from the darkness.

Rain's eyes snapped open, only this time, they were red like his mother's. He slowly lifted his head to look at the phantom: it was clearly confused by the sudden awakening of the small animal as well as its change of eye color. Although the ghost was unaware of the mental conversion, the Minun which sat before him was no longer the Rain he had taken down the well. The Minun managed a small, sinister grin and said in an almost ominous whisper, "Sorry, kitchen is closed." The Minun shot a blinding lightning bolt from its cheeks, filling the room with light and loud, thundering noise.

"Useless land for Us to be..." nothing fun to do...just undead tearing appart each other or another survivor. But that didn't bothered the Forbiden pokemon that much...who ever would come close would feel it's wrath.

Although...his lack of mobility was proving difficult. Ermac was floating already for a few hours, as fast as he could to get the best of it...But things were getting very difficult. The wound on his Odd Keystone wouldn't let it keep him going...He had to rest, his energies were being drained quickly. Looking around, hoping no one would see him, Ermac landed in the darkness of some bushes. But suddenly something caught his attention...voices...screams...fighting...More slaughter? Even if he could take part of it...Why not take a look? But suddenly a blinding light came from a place, he heard of it before...some people called it "Slowpoke Well".

"Now, what is going on down there that put Our curiosity in to a blinding frenzy like such light?"

The Haunter disappeared with the kid with a grin back into the wells' safety.
Plague sighed and turned back to the problem at hand- the wounded creature in front of him.
It was clearly in pain; it's small convulsions and heavy breathing is something that he didn't think an infected would be able to fake.
But then why was he attacking Xander?...
His ears flattened again as he padded closer to the canine.
His rings glowed brightly and his eyes turned a vivid red as he stood over the beast.

"Why were you attacking my friend?" He growled, staring down into the canines' eyes, placing his paw on the creatures throat, razor claws protracted and ready to slice open its' neck.
His nose told him that this thing was an infected; but his eyes told him otherwise. He saw the creatures' eyes filled with pain, fear and confusion. Blood was pouring out of its' wound at an alarming rate as its' heart pounded faster and faster.
It's heart...

"I should kill you right here. You reek of the undead!"
Despite his tough words, Plague was lost in confusion. He fought the rage and bloodlust within himself, struggling to keep it under control.
He saw a sentient creature in those eyes, and not the mindless things that he loathed and feared.

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In the Slowpoke Well, again | Night (18)

Ahh.... The sweet aroma of the dreams he devour...
Xander missed it, even if he had done it yesterday. He could feel his energy returning, feeling stronger by the second. Though, something wasn't quite right: he couldn't watch the dreams of his victim. Xander didn't cared at first, because he was so hungry and tired he needed energy fast. But the problem finished to get through the Haunter's mind.

Suddenly, the Minum's eyes snapped wide open, shocking Xander. No one, absolutely no one, human and Pokémon alike, never woke up before he had finished restauring his health! More disturbing, the eyes had changed to a deep red. As Xander backed off, he knew what he had to deal with: A classic case of Spirit Possession. He don't know if it was his doing that driggered it, but now, what's stand in front of him isn't the child anymore, until he snapped out of it of course. " Sorry, kitchen is closed." the "possessed" Minum said, before unleashing a lightning bolt. Xander brace himself for this unexpected attack.

Xander opened an eye, then the other. He looked around, then, intrigued, he looked back at the "Minum". Xander couldn't understand what happened, until he realised it. With a chuckle he said:"Keke, even if you're possessed, you're still a very young Pokémon, no more than level 5. Did you seriously thought you could defeat ME with that attack?!?! KEKEKEKEKEKEKE!" Xander was so amused by the pathetic attempt of the "Minum" to zap him that he laugh, so hard it was difficult for mih to float correctly.

(Nova you’re supposed to post after me, not before.)


Cerberus looked the Umbreon in the eyes. He was scared to think of what it was going to do to him. “I should kill you right here. You reek of the undead!” It said, sternness in its voice. He didn’t know what he was talking about. He wasn’t an undead… was he? He felt alive, but how? And how did he manage to get into a city when he was in a forest just yesterday.

“I don’t get what your saying. I’m not an undead, and I didn’t attack anyone. I would never attack anyone without my trai…” he stopped. Where was his trainer? She didn’t just leave him did she? No, she wouldn’t have, unless she though… thought he was dead. It was then that everything started to come back to him. An Arcanine attacked him; his chest was sliced open, how it bit him on the back of his neck. And then his trainers tear filled eyes ordering him not to… die. He was dead… yet, he was alive. “How… how am I alive… that Arcanine should have killed me?” He then noticed his fur, how it was no longer jet black, but rather a dark purple. His eyes started to become filled with tears as he remembered everything that happened on that day. “What happened to me? I don’t know anything anymore. Why is my fur purple instead of black? Am I even the same Mightyena that I was before?”

For a few moments he lay there crying, he didn’t know what was going on anymore. He had so many questions that he wanted to ask, and he didn’t even know if he was still himself, and not just something else. He really did need help, not just with stopping his wounds from bleeding, but to help him understand what has been happening to the world while he way trapped within his own body, not knowing of the changes that had been happening around him all this time.

So many screams and yelling kept comming from that well...what exactly was going on? Ermac moved closer towards the entrance of the well but noticed it was blocked, he couldn't move the entrance since he had no arms, his psychic powers weren't that great either since he was mostly good with dark and ghost type moves. The only possible way to take care of it was by blasting away the entrance. "We sure did a lot of noise...someone will find us soon."

He jumped to near the edge and looked down, the drop seemed too big for him to float down, he had to jump and hope not to hurt himself too much. He swinged his Odd Keystone to make himself fall and vanished inside it, once he would hit the bottom or be caught by someone he could easily be mistaken by an ordinary rock instead of a cursed keystone that holds 108 damned souls.

The Minun, who used to be Rain, looked at the arrogant ghost laughing at the attack. The Minun smirked at his trickery as he quietly moved along the wall and into the hole of the well while the phantom swerved its floating body back and forth. Kekekekekekeke...what kind of laugh is that? How foolish that thing is to think that I would even try to start a battle with it. It doesn't even know that that attack was a distraction. I'm surprised it hasn't noticed that I have left yet: it is probably too busy roaring with laughter in the other room the red-eyed Minun thought to himself. The Minun's new version of consciousness was now much stronger and faster than the original: he jumped from rung to rung like a ninja rapidly jumping from roof to roof without a sweat; however, the red-eyed mouse knew of the slab that used to be closed at the top but could not remember the apparition ever sealing it back up again. He pondered this as he neared the entrance of the well. Well, best not to take any chances he thought to himself. Another thunderbolt was shot out from the Minun's cheeks and traveled past the entrance hole of the well. Yes, it is open! That ghost must have stopped his cackling by now especially with that lightning bolt. The red-eyed imposter listened for the ridiculous cackle of the phantom.

The Minun could no longer hear his pursuer. He's searching for me now, and I think he already knows where I am. There is no way I can outrun that thing but to... He remembered a trick his mother used to show him: she would often play hide-and-seek to pass the time but would often cheat by using a technique where she would put something that looked and felt much like her, but was not her, in a place the Minun could see while she ran off. "I've got it!" the Minun whispered with delight. "Boy is this thing in for a surprise! I could just picture that thing's face when he tries to put it to sleep. Hehehehehe," the imposter giggled to himself as he dropped the doll he was holding to the bottom of the well. Suddenly, Rain's mind snapped back and the red eyes instantly faded back to their normal shade of black. "Noooooooooo!" Rain screamed as he reflexively let go of the ladder and plunged himself deeper into the well to save what he thought to be his mother. Rain continued to plummet deeper into the well and nearly hit the bottom when something caught him before he landed on the floor. "Huh?" Rain said confoundedly. He lifted his head to see what was holding him, but something caught his eye: a creature, that looked almost identical to Rain but with red eyes, floated before him, the gleam of the fire’s light reflecting off of its figure. "What...what is that?" a bewildered Rain said as the creature's shape faded back to its original Barboach state. Sleep, once again, began to overtake the small Minun; as he closed his eyes, he heard a familiar cackle,"Kekekekekekekeke!"

(OOC: It's OK Venonat, I accidentally posted a little too early so this message was supposed to go before you but it doesn't matter. I'll just put this post here.)

The crunching of dead grass under Mint's feet added to the misery of the landscape the Espeon traveled in. Azalea Town destroyed, the Ilex Forest filled with those monsters.....Mint just wanted to scream her anger and sorrow. So many dead, so many wasted lives.....how did it ever begin? She glanced at the dying trees outside Azalea, shadows of a former world. Then Mint heard the crying. So full of pain, confusion....loss. Mint recognized it all.
Matt....Evan....

Her paws thudded slightly against the ground as she sped off toward the source of the tears. She wanted to help whoever was crying, comfort them....share their burdens and pain. The same way she had endured her own disabilities. Mint prayed her scars and the Mightyena skull upon her face would not scare off potential Uninfected.....this could be a trap, but the Espeon no longer cared about such things. Mint neared the Slowpoke Well and hoped for the best. No more death. The well itself was dark and gloomy, but Mint picked up voices too. Her fur lifted as Mint sensed darkness and infection. Damn.

The Espeon turned sharply and found herself staring as a purple-furred Mightyena, so much like the one that had torn her apart so long ago, leaving scars as a reminder. It had a vicious wound on its chest, and Mint knew it was Infected. Yet it was crying, and talking, and not even attacking the Umbreon near it.
An Umbreon with a skull upon its face, just like Mint. Purple rings, glowing red eyes...it was intimidating, but Mint didn't care. The Umbreon was her opposite, her counterpart, especially if it was male. It didn't seem infected. The Espeon's heart soared; a potential partner! Potential friend! It had been so long, after Evan had died. So much like her, it even wore something around its neck like her. This must be a dream!

The Mighteyenas' eyes were filled with fear as he threw out all his words in a hurry.
“I don’t get what your saying. I’m not an undead, and I didn’t attack anyone. I would never attack anyone without my trai…”
It stopped midsentence, as its' eyes went wide, and started to look about frantically.

Plague loosened his hold on its throat as he studied the creatures' actions intently.
...Trainer?...Is that what he was going to say? He had a trainer?
Plague glanced anxiously around them, but saw no one. He sniffed the air, but nothing remotely close to any recent human scents were around.
The wounded hound began to whimper, tears filling his eyes as it grew frantic.

“What happened to me? I don’t know anything anymore. Why is my fur purple instead of black? Am I even the same Mightyena that I was before?”
Plague stepped back a bit, dumbfounded.
Mighteyena...wait...his fur was once black?...
His mind raced as he tried to piece the whole thing together. The alleged fight with an Arcanine, his trainer missing, and the amnesia he seemed to have suffered right up to this point.
He thought of his own color alteration as he stared at the ground, dimly lit by his vibrant rings.
Could it be...the intruder was in him too?
Plagues' gasp echoed through his hollow mask as he looked back at the weeping pokemon.

Maybe he's like me...maybe he was able to turn the intruder on itself somehow...is this one evolved?

"So are you saying that...your fur wasn't that always that color?...because mine changed as well...my rings...when I was attacked by a Honchkrow that reeked of death."
Plague took a heavy breath before continuing.
"I was near death when I evolved. I felt something in my body...killing me...my rings were yellow...but they changed to this...soon after, I don't know why." He looked down at himself, motioning towards his vibrant rings.

Plague sighed as he tried to clear his mind.
We can't trust him...he attacked us...but...
I can't just leave him here to bleed out...maybe he has some answers...
His ears wilted as the thought of what Xander was going to say about allying with the creature that almost killed him.

Plague padded closer.
"Can you walk? We have food and shelter at the bottom of the well."
Narrowing his eyes, he growled deeply.
"I warn you- the Haunter will probably be pretty pissed at you fo-"

He froze as his senses picked up the scent of something nearby.
Something that smelled...familiar.
A female of his kind.
He turned to find a very beautiful purple Eeveelution.
His heart skipped a beat as it filled with both pain and sadness. It looked like she had been through many battles, and seemed very worn. Her ear was torn, and her body was riddled with scars. But she was alive, and wore a skull, just like himself.
Plague had not seen another of his kind since his pack had abandoned him. He knew this one to be called an Espeon, because Toluca had once drawn all of the 'Eeveelutions' for him, to show him what he could grow up to be...back when he was an Eevee.
Tullie...
He swallowed hard and blinked, trying to hold back his pain.
The Espeon was staring straight at him- a look of shock on her face.
What do I do?
He was confused; he didn't know what to make of the seemingly mirrored version of himself before him. His thoughts were clouded with emotions from the past- and he couldn't know whether she was friendly or not.

His glowing rings faltered a bit as he waited for her to make a move.

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Inside Slowpoke Well | Night (19)

Xander couldn't stop laughting, even if his laugh was more nervous than joy. As he focused on where the "Minum" was, he camled himself and wondered where it could went. He looked around, searching for the mouse Pokémon. Despite the threat being low-leveled, Xander didn't wanted to risk himself again being caught off-guard for another time this night. A huge light drive his sight to the entrance. Xander floated with cautious when the little Pokémon somewhat fell right before him. With a huge grin in his face, Xander used another Hypnosis attack on the Minum. This time, he was really himself, the possessive spirit somewhat vanished. The Haunter still cackle when he put Rain to sleep... again.

Without any warning, an explosion caught Xander by surprise. As rock falling down, he wondered what in the world had happened. He inspected the entrance: The well entrance, as well as the stone slab, had been litteraly pulverised. Grabbing the Minum's head into his claw, Xander was about to go outside to check if Plague need help when he frozen in place. He recongised the particuliar aura. It was way back in time, when he was still with Patrick. They were travelling underground through some tunnels, when Patrick tripped over a rock. Well, at first it looked like it, but in a flash, an horrible creature came out and tried to harm both of them in a terrible fury. They barely managed to escape unharmed, and this event leave a mental scar into Xander's mind.


He had recongised the same aura, and looking from where it could possibly emane while making the least movement possible, he located a small odd rock, with stranges patterns on it. With terrified eyes, he slowly backed off, the sleeping Minum still in his claw.

Cerberus was surprised by the Umbreons sudden change in him. At first it wanted to kill him, now it was offering him food and shelter. He managed a small smile as he tried to stand back up, but it was more work then he would have liked. He was losing too much blood so he would have to try and find something later to stop the bleeding, if it even could be stopped. But he was curious as to know why a Haunter would be pissed at him; did he do something to make it angry? He would probably find out when he sees it.

Then the Umbreon seemed to look off at something else. Cerberus turned to see what he was looking at only to see a scared Espeon with a skull on its face, just like the Unbreon. The skull it wore what that of a Mightyena, which made him feel a little uneasy. He managed to stand, but he his legs where still a little shaky. He hoped the Espeon was on their side, cause he couldn’t handle a fight right at that moment, not until he managed to get his strength back.