(ACE) The MARSH Team

Virgil's eye twitched as the others bickered behind them, his tail lashed angrily behind him, betraying his inner thoughts. The charmander piped up, AGAIN, even after belittling and insulting Martha. Virgil was impressed that the flaaffy had enough courage to stand up for herself, but the little terror was just pissing EVERYONE off...

... and in a time where teamwork was the deciding factor of survival, that was not a good thing.

Rhea seemed to have had enough and whirled about on the charmander, as angry as Virgil had seen her yet. She went off on her, and just stopped short of telling the pompous little twit to go and fuck herself. The liepard didn't raise any objection to the rant, and really, Rhea took the words right out of his mouth. "And another thing," Rhea added. "APOLOGIZE. NOW. Martha has survived this long on her own without your help, thank you very much, so she doesn't need you belittling her. And Arceus has done nothing to warrant your attitude except call you out on your crap. So say your sorry, or I feed you to the infected myself."

"Don't think we'd stop her, Kid," Virgil growled. He wasn't a fan of throwing the living at the dead to save his own skin, especially a kid, but enough was enough. This little brat needed to learn her place. "You've pissed everyone here off. Learn your manners, or you're the next meat shield. You aren't the boss here. So shut up and listen to Mom before she kicks your ass into next week."

Almost as soon as Carmen was talking, everyone blew up at her. Even Mum. As Carmen listened to Mum scream at her, she took in all the words. Mum was right, Martha had survived so far. And Arceus hadn't done anything.

Carmen felt bad, then decided to stop. Everyone was angry, with Mum even threatening to feed her directly to the Infected, and Virgil saying that none of them would stop her.

"Gee guys, I, I'm sorry, I didn't even realize what I was doing really, not till you got angry, Mum. You're right, I, I'll stop as best I can from now on. I hope you guys can forgive me?"

Up till Mum got angry, it had all seemed like a game to Carmen. Though she will still consider the life the life they all live a game, she realized she could lighten up on the insults.

((OoC:Sorry about the short post, can't really think of much at the moment.))

More suddenly than the young Flaafy had expected, everyone was bickering. Arceus once again looked like she wanted to commit murder; Martha quickly stepped in front of the enraged Drapion, waving her tiny arms trying to break up the impending fight. This was the last thing they needed. As if they didn't have enough to worry about already...

But then, Mum stepped forward. Martha had expected her reaction to Carmen to be as so, but she never, ever expected to hear some of the words that came from the Kangaskhan's mouth. She was ... actually defending her!

"And another thing. APOLOGIZE. NOW. Martha has survived this long on her own without your help, thank you very much, so she doesn't need you belittling her."

Words couldn't describe the gratitude that Martha felt at that moment. She wanted to run straight up to Mum and give her a big, fluffy hug. She restrained herself though, and continued to listen to the Kangaskhan's words, accompanying them with the occasional vehement nod and annoyed tug of her wool. She did the same for Virgil's comments.

"Gee guys, I, I'm sorry, I didn't even realize what I was doing really, not till you got angry, Mum. You're right, I, I'll stop as best I can from now on. I hope you guys can forgive me?"

Martha almost wanted to stamp her foot and to tell the troublesome Charmander to go away and leave them alone. They'd surely get by a lot easier without her constant remarks and boasts. But the good-natured Flaafy couldn't find it in her heart to say such words. After all, Carmen was a suvivor just like the rest of them. As long as they all survived and got along well enough to help each other out, did it matter if they didn't enjoy each other's company very much? To Martha, at the moment, survival was more important than relations.

"I forgive you. Just don't be mean again, OK?" she said, giving Carmen the kindest smile she could. She looked up at all the others. "Come on. It'll be much better for us here if we're all friends, right?"

Amita was still minding her own business and was looking down at the group to check up on them as well as to spot any possible trouble that was heading their way and then would glance back at the group. At one time, when she did this, she saw that they all seem to be arguing again. [i]~My goodness it seems they are at it again. Jeez if the group keeps acting like this it will be a miracle that they aren't attacked by the infected and undead Pokemon. It's probably that Charmander's fault again and it seems she isn't able to keep her mouth shut. What is with that fire lizard? I'm really starting to think she has a death wish or something, she thought to herself. She slowly lowered herself to be close enough to the group and was able to get enough information to tell her that her thoughts were correct. She landed on a nearby tree branch, that way she will be high enough to spot trouble, and nodded in agreement to mom's words at Carmen. She hadn't been down here long enough to know what exactly the Charmander said but she knew that if she had she probably will be having trouble controlling her own anger. She didn't say anything though because she didn't want to aggravate everyone, especially the ones that don't really like her, any more then they already were.

(ooc: Sorry I'm not getting Amita to do much right now but there really isn't much she can do especially when they all don't know here yet)

Rhea gave a satisfied smile as Carmen quickly gathered herself and apologized. She knew it probably wouldn't last, but at least it was a start. The Kangaskhan sighed tiredly and looked at her small family. The sun was almost gone, in a few moments it would be dark. The little ones would need sleep, so she trudged over to a rocky alcove tucked into the marshy lamdscape.

"Get inside kids, we all need some rest. I will take first watch, then, if it's alright with you, I'd like you to take next watch Virgil. The rest of the night we cam take turns." She pointed a clawed hand inside the small cavern, hoping everyone would fit. It might be a little tight but they could manage. Hopefully everyone would listen to her warning about the approaching night, as the undead tended to be more active during the midnight hours.

Finally, it seemed that his and Rhea's -mostly Rhea's, though- finally got through to the little brat charmander, and she apologized for her harsh words from earlier. Knowing kids and raising them well, he figured it wasn't a true apology; something to just get her out of trouble. But maybe that was his cynicism getting the better of him. Either way, she shut up and that was what really mattered.

Rhea announced she would be taking first watch and that he would have the second. He was perfectly fine with that and simply nodded as he made his way to the small cavern that Rhea had pointed out. He needed rest, and byt God, he wanted just an hour, maybe, to regain his strength. He hated going around like a starving beggar... It wasn't long after he was settled in that he fell into a light doze, curled into a spotted purple lump.

There was something a little strange about the way that Arceus was looking at her as she asked whether she'd like a ride on her back, but Martha decided to ignore it. Her short legs were starting to ache from all the walking that they had done, and the sun was getting lower and lower in the sky with every passing minute. The growing darkness was starting to make her feel drowsy. She yawned as she nodded at the Drapion and carefully climbed onto the scorpion's armoured back.

Eventually, they reached a small alcove, where Mum announced that they would be resting here for a while. Martha thanked Arceus for the ride and slid off her back. She found a cosy corner next to a rock, curled up and quickly began to doze.

Amita watched as the Charmander finally apologized to Martha though she figured that it wasn't a real apology just a way so that she can get out of trouble, but who was she to judge since she is being judge herself by the Liepard and the Kangaskhan. She hated feeling like a kid since she knew she no longer was one but she was tired and didn't feel up to saying it. Flying in the sky for a while wore her out, especially since she was keeping watch over the group while they were walking. She nodded at mom and landed on the ground walking, in an awkward way, inside the cave after Virgil and the other two but moved flew up onto a nearby rock, to make her perch and away from Virgil since she knew he didn't like her. She preened her feather before she put her head under her wing and was instantly asleep.

She sighed heavily as all of them practically passed out from exhaustion. Seemed her kids would need a lot of looking after. And the rate at which Virgil practically collapsed concerned Rhea. Sure he looked peaceful and calm, but there was an air of unrest about him. he hadn't been taking very good care of himself out there, it seemed. She pulled out a few berries from her pouch, popping them all in at once, and savored the juices sliding down her dry throat. She made a mental note to give Virg the rest of the berries for when she woke him for the next shift. He would need them.

The few hours she stayed up were pretty uneventful, and for that she was grateful. The sun had passed out of the horizon long ago, and the forest came alive, so to speak. Snarling and growling could be heard in the distance, along with a few cries of terror. Ah, the sounds of the Apocalypse. If anything were still alive out there, without shelter it wouldn't be for long. To calm herself and the egg she felt scratching, she softly hummed a little lullaby her own mother had taught her.

Finally, she could keep her eyes open no longer, and used her tail to poke Virgil. "Hey kitty, time for your watch," Rhea grumbled sleepily. She needed rest if she was going to take care of her kids in the morning. A mother would never let them down. "Wake me in a few hours to take over again until dawn." With that she waited for Virgil to move over to her spot before laying down in his.

Virgil had gone through a dream-filled sleep; while it was restful, the images of his lost family plagued it, reminding him of what he was supposed to be doing. They called his name, the begged for food, and he had none. Their bodies were frail and gaunt, even more so than his. Their pitiful paws pleaded him, kneaded his fur... and there was nothing he could do...

"Hey kitty, time for your watch," a voice sounded, and his eyes opened from his dream. He was calm still, but the images did not leave him. He stretched and remembered where he was, looking to Rhea's sleepy form towering over him. He nodded and stood as a yawn escaped him, quickly getting up lest Rhea fall on him. "Wake me in a few hours to take over again until dawn," she mumbled before she, like he had anticipated, nearly fell into his sleeping spot.

Virgil couldn't help but frown a little as he watched her fall asleep. There would be little chance of him resting again, with the images of his family still haunting him. Regardless, it was his turn for watch. Yipee.

The hours crept by slower than he thought they ever could. Screams and snarls were popping up here and there, the marsh a battlefield. Nothing rested here, save for their little band, it seemed. His tail tapped impatiently as he watched the horizon slowly lighten. He considered waking Rhea back up, but... as the strongest and the leader, she needed all the strength she could get. Besides, he wouldn't go back to sleep. So, he took her shift, and watched the sun slowly rise in the distance.

Martha had a surprisingly peaceful sleep. Usually she was laden with nightmares about the corpse of her sister finding and killing her, but that night she had barely even stirred. Maybe it was merely the fact that she was too tired to dream ... or it could have been something to do with the fact that she was now much happier than she had been in a long time. She had five wonderful new friends who would not leave her. They would not die. They would stay with each other for as long as it took and support each other until the very end ... whatever 'the end' was...

As dawn began to embrace the alcove in which they all slumbered, Martha sighed in her sleep and rolled over onto her back. She flinched and hissed in pain as a small but sharp stone dug into her back. Snapping her eyes open in surprise, she sat up and rubbed her stinging back. Looking around while rubbing her eyes, she spotted Virgil sitting upright looking out at the landscape. Martha tilted her head; had he been awake all night?

Yawning, she got up and toddled over to the Liepard. "Good morning," she said wearily, rubbing the last speck dust from her eye. "Have you been keeping watch? How long have you been awake? I bet you're tired, right? You should have asked me to help you, I wouldn't have minded!" She smiled at him sweetly before looking round at the others who were still sleeping. "Er ... should we wake them or leave them a little longer?"

Amita had a restless sleep and the dreams she had she couldn't understand fully though most of the dreams were past memories of the poachers and how they treated her and then of her trainer Kyrian. When she dream of the poachers she remember how they abused her constantly as a Murkrow and then as a Honchkrow. She then dream of her escape from the poachers and seeing her parents and learning of her older brother. The dream she had of Kyrian her dreams turned to when he was force to leave her behind. Finally, her dreams turned to her brother and what he could be like which then turned into a nightmare of him being one of the undeads. She knew she was dreaming and that it can't be real that her brother is of the undead and she didn't believe it to be so. All she can do is hope that the nightmare wasn't ever going to become real. Outside, for anyone that was awake and cared, they would noticed her constant twitching and the tensing of her body as she dream.

((Frick. Sorry guys, completely lost track that it was my turn. Please just say that Arceus is dead asleep outside the shelter, snoring loudly, and skip me :'< ))

((Sorry! Please skip, my computer is being dumb and I have to use my phone. Just say Rhea was too tired and is still asleep, Virgil has permission to wake her up however he sees fit.))

It certainly had been a long, dreary night. The screams had died down considerably, and while he knew he should care, it was difficult to when so many other faceless screams sounded, and there was just nothing to be done. Virgil supposed it was possibly because he knew none of those screams belonged to his numerous siblings, and that made his mind a little more at ease, but the thought that he simply couldn't hear their pleas for help stayed in the back of his mind, ridding him of his want for sleep.

"Good morning," he heard behind him. He turned to see the flaaffy, rubbing her eyes free of sleep. "Have you been keeping watch? How long have you been awake? I bet you're tired, right? You should have asked me to help you, I wouldn't have minded!" He chuckled a little and waved his tail at her to pause. "Er ... should we wake them or leave them a little longer?"

"Slow down, Martha. It's all right. I've only been up for a little bit," he lied. Why worry her? "And... we should let them rest a little while longer. It's been a rough time... and we need all the rest we're given. Have a seat. It'd be nice to have comp...any..." The last word was broken up by a lazy yawn. Wanting to prevent blowing his cover, he stretched out, waking his tired bones.

As Carmen slept, memories of her past crept up. While on the outside she loved life the way it is now, she only believes that because it is better to when she was trained, no, owned, by a human. She had free will now, and this made her believe she loved this life.She was safe from the pain of this new world as long as she was awake, but in her dreams, she could not hide. Dreams showed what one truly feels, believes, and desires, and as much as she preferred this world over her old world, she was terrified.

Every night when Carmen would sleep, her true feelings came back to her. She used her upbeat attitude to stop feeling sorry for herself, to stay happy, but she knew this was all a lie, she never really felt happy, she was terrified. She wanted to believe what she felt when awake, but knew that what she felt while asleep was her true feelings towards this new world. Fear, pain, horror. She was scared of her dreams, of her feelings. She didn't want them, and so would run from them as much as possible, sometimes going days without sleep, but this was bad for her, and so, once or twice a week, she would give up, give in to her sleepiness, and face her true beliefs.

Running, running down an endless hall. Something behind, chasing, chasing, the dreaded feeling of doom. Everything goes black, but I'm still running, I can't move. I can't breathe. It's catching up, what can I do. Don't turn around, don't turn around, no I'm spinning, I can't stop. I'm falling, falling into a web. Somethings coming for me. I have to escape. There it is, stepping out of the shadows. I can almost see it. It's stepping into the light. What is it? I want to know, but am terrified to find out. I can't look, but I must.

Something steps out of darkness, crawling along a web. A web so thick that a thousand chainsaws could do no harm. A web so sticky that nothing, not even a Charizard, could escape it's grasp. The one thing that can, is the beast who made it. That beast slowly advances to Carmen, crawling along the web. Stepping into a small column of light, the beast reveals itself. It is a Charmander, not just any Charmander, but Carmen. The Charmander looks towards Carmen, disheartened, sad that she would like to leave.

"Don't you like my web? Please, please like it. I need you to like it. If you don't like it, then why did you build it for me. I'm just as trapped as you are on here. I can't get off of it. Help me, please, don't leave me alone. Not for another two nights. No more, please."

A piercing scream rips through the air, so loud, so high it could shatter windows, it comes from the beast, the other Carmen. It gets louder, and higher, till Carmen can't take it any more. The sound is deafening, and Carmen's ears begin to hurt. The pain unbearable. She can't stand it, but there is nothing she can do about it. All she can do is scream back. Her screams barely audible compared to the other Carmen, the creature, which Carmen knew was her loneliness, not wanting to be left again for nights on end, her pain being trapped in a web of lies she has spun, trying to make herself believe that she is OK with the new world, that she enjoys it.

The web is as thick as it ever has been, and traps the other Carmen in, while she can move inside the web, she can not leave it. Suddenly, the web rips, Carmen is falling down, but the web is still above, the other Carmen looks at her, and continues screaming. No air is needed for the beast that is her inner desire for happiness, for friends. It is still trapped in the lies she has spun for another night. Spinning, spinning, dropping down, spinning through an empty, void, nothing inside, just darkness that seems to swallow her.

Carmen wakes with a start, almost screaming. The nightmare again. The recurring nightmare. Knowing what it means, Carmen's tries her best to forget it, and pushes it to the back of her mind. Looking around, she wipes the sweat from her nightmares off of her, and sees Virgil and Martha sitting at the mouth of the cave.

"Hey guys. Whats up? How long have you been awake?"

The dream begins to surface again, and so she quickly blocks it out, pushing it back once more, and speaking again.

"Nice morning. I had a great sleep, did anyone else? I feel much better, much more energized, rejuvenated."

Carmen, while feeling more energized, did not feel rejuvenated. That, and her great sleep, were a lie. But if she could just convince herself, like she normally did, that it was the truth, she may just return to her... chipper, no obnoxious, that was the word, mood.

"Slow down, Martha. It's all right. I've only been up for a little bit," Virgil replied. Martha tilted her head; something about his tone bothered her, but she decided to let it go. "And... we should let them rest a little while longer. It's been a rough time... and we need all the rest we're given. Have a seat. It'd be nice to have comp...any..."

Martha did as she was told and sat down next to the feline, watching him with concerned eyes as he yawned. It quickly became contagious and she soon found herself yawning again. "Hmm ... you sure you're OK? You look pretty tired..."

Before she could continue, a voice from behind alerted her that Carmen was awake. "Hey guys. What's up? How long have you been awake? Nice morning. I had a great sleep, did anyone else? I feel much better, much more energized, rejuvenated."

Martha smiled, nodded and gestured for Carmen to sit next to her. "Good morning! Yes, I had a good sleep. Usually I have bad dreams, but I didn't this time. I think it's because we're all together, we kinda ... fight all the bad dreams away, haha! Anyway, Carmen, come and sit next to us. It might be a little while before the others wake up."

With that, Martha turned back towards the sunrise and continue to watch the golden rays embrace the beaten land while listening to Arceus's content snores from outside.

Amita quickly woke up and looked around her eyes widen because of the nightmares she had as she slept. Because of them she didn't feel well rested but she was sure she had enough rest to keep alert and to keep everyone safe for when they continue on their journey to get out of this marsh. She spread out her wings to release the tenseness that was caused by her sleep and nightmares before she folded her wings back against her body and looked around to see who all was awake. She looked at the entrance expecting to see the Kangaskhan keeping watch but instead she saw the Liepard, who didn't like her, was still keeping watch. ~He must be tired I hope he will make it through the day just fine~ she thought to herself. She then noticed that Martha and Carmen were also up and keeping the Liepard company. She would join them but she was sure Virgil wouldn't welcome her so she settled at looking around to see if any of the others were awake yet.

The Drapion twitched in her sleep, her face twisting the only sign pf the nightmares she experianced. They were full of dark colors and quick flashes so she could not actually focus on what was moving around her, and that made Arceus roar within her dream. But then they focused. Arceus wome up with an insectoid scream of terror, her breathing suddenly ragged and fast as she glanced wildly around her.

They had been... Eyes. Eyes completely black, but the parts that were suppose to be a bold gold... They were red. Glowing red. The red of a monster. Arceus stood to her feet, shaking herself to dislodge the vision of Fynne's eyes but they shown everytime her eyes blinked. It was Arceus' wort fear that he would be out there infected. She forced herself to take in the sight around her. She had slept soundly, like a baby as usual, and it was now morning. She stared at the sky before turning to look at the entrence to the cave. Martha, the dammed lizard, and Virgil were all just kind of chilling there. Huh. It seemed so peaceful. Arceus stepped closer until she was a foot or two from them but still outside of the cave itself. "'Mornin." was her greeting and ahe would have just left it at that if she had not realized something. "Wait... Did you guys hear that, too?"


He was cold. He was alone. He was scared. Cold. Alone. Scared. Cold, alone, scared. Coldalonescared.

It had been very quiet outside for a long time, no sounds to distract him nor sounds to hurt him. So he assumed it was night time. That was fine with him. He liked night. Night meant sleep. But sometimes sleep meant scary dreams and scary dreams meant him waking up screaming. He did not like waking up screaming. Even so, he dozed off. His huge body was still curled up around itself, his tail in front of his face to hide him in case need be. The Fast Ball was safe, though. It was safe in his claws, heald close to his beating heart.

He slept for a long time and it was a nice sleep. He had no dreams at all for a long time and that was fine with him. Sleep was nicer undisturbed. But then he not only dreamed, but it was a scary dream. It started out odd- there were many shapes moving to and fro, passing by him constantly. Normally this would frighten him, but he was not afraid in his dream. There he was brave. But then they were running. What did they run from, he wondered. But then he heard a roar and they started to scream. He screamed, too. Something huge tore through the fleeing crowd. It was big and purple. Arceus. He called out her name happily, but when her eyes landed upon him they were different. Wild and angry. She charged at him. Him... Her best friend.

Fynne woke with a peircing scream, his eyes whipping open as his cry went higher for several octaves before abruptly breaking off. The Garchomp trembled. He was frightened.

((Ooc; If it is unclear, Fynne screamed and everyone could hear it through the pokeball. That is what woke Arceus from her nightmare, but she screamed at the same time as she woke up. Lol))

Martha didn't seem too sure about what Virgil had stated, since she asked further if he felt ok. For once, he was thankful for the small charmander to butt in and start blabbering, since it took the heat off of him. He sighed in relief, glad to be out of the center of attention.

It wasn't long before a bloodcurdling scream sounded from behind them, and he rose suddenly to see the drapion heaving and huffing; apparently she had been the source of the terrible sound. Still his fur was on edge and he hastily scanned the surrounding area; hopefully, nothing nearby had found them. "Mornin," the drapion casually greeted, which grated on the cat's nerves. No apology, nothing? "Wait... did you guys hear that, too?" she soon added.

"All I heard was you screaming in your sleep," Virgil replied as he settled back down, glancing over the landscape again, watching for enemies. "...And I'm sure most of the Dead here heard that, too."

"Good morning! Yes, I had a good sleep. Usually I have bad dreams, but I didn't this time. I think it's because we're all together, we kinda ... fight all the bad dreams away, haha! Anyway, Carmen, come and sit next to us. It might be a little while before the others wake up."

"Sure, thanks."

Walking up to the two, Carmen sat down beside them. The sun was rising into the air, and had just recently passed some mountains, peeking over them. All of a sudden, a shriek came from behind, which appeared to be Arceus. Walking up, the large bug greeted them. Carmen wondered why Arceus had screamed, but forgot to ask as Arceus asked:

"Wait, did you guys hear that too?"

An extremely quiet scream of terror caught Carmen's attention.

"All I heard was you screaming in your sleep... And I'm sure most of the Dead here heard that, too."

Virgil said, with an edge to his voice, which sounded as if Virgil was annoyed or angry. Why was Virgil angry? Wondered Carmen, guessing that Virgil had not had a proper sleep.

"That quiet scream? If so, then yea, I heard it."

Martha was surprised that Arceus's scream hadn't caused her wool to start falling out; it had scared her half to death. The little Flaafy shot about a foot into the air upon hearing it from just outside. She felt immensely relieved that it wasn't an undead intent on tearing them to pieces, but it took her a moment to recover from the shock.

"Mornin," Arceus greeted them as if nothing had happened. Martha let out a huff of disapproval. Before she could ask Arceus what she had been yelling about, yet another scream could be heard. This one, however, was quieter, further away. "Wait... Did you guys hear that, too?"

"I did," Martha replied, rubbing her ear. "Maybe it was from somewhere else in the Marsh. Or..." She looked down at the Poke Ball that Arceus always seemed to be holding. "It ... kinda sounded like it came from in there."

Amita looked around and flapped her wings in surprise when she heard a scream and looked over at the Drapion who was acting like nothing was wrong as she said morning. "Wait... Did you guys hear that, too?" she heard her asked and caught the sound of another scream which caused her to look around for the source of the scream until her gaze landed and stayed on the ball that Arceus seemed to always carry with her. She then heard the others say yes to here question though she noticed that Virgil seemed aggravated and tired. "Yeah, I heard it too and it does sound like it came from the ball your carrying Arceus," she said softly, for the first time since the Drapion joined the group, as she pointed at the ball with her wing.

"All I heard was you screaming in your sleep," Arceus was not at all supprised when the cat replied with a calm but cold voice, his peircing feline eyes drinking in the Marsh around them as he continued in an even more unfriendly way. "...And I'm sure most of the Dead here heard that, too." The Drapion took to ignoring him with a roll pf her eyes. He didn't even awnser her question. Stupid cat. The one she liked least of all also happened to be awake- Joy. - and pipped in her own awnser."That quiet scream? If so, then yea, I heard it." At least now they were GETTING somewhere.  The light of the sun was rising slowly behind the great purple bug's back as she faced the mouth pf their meager shelter, masking her expression in the shadows. Pain flashed through her as she remembered that dream she woke feom and it would have shown on her face had the others been able to see it. 

"I did." Arceus was ripped from her thoughts as Martha replied, too, her small paw rubbing one ear. Her own scream must have hurt the fluff ball's ears. Oops. "Sorry Martha," the Drapion cut in sheepishly. But she was not done speaking. "Maybe it was from somewhere else in the Marsh. Or..." Her dark eyes seemed to drop as she spoke. "It ... kinda sounded like it came from in there." Arceus regaurded her in confusion before glancing over her shoulder. What exactly was she looking at? "Uhhh, from in where exactly?"

 "Yeah, I heard it too." Arceus jumped as another voice spoke from within the cave. Her eyes narrowed as she ajusted to the darkness. The only other one she remember having aling was Rhea... And that was not her voice. Then the Drapion's eyes ajusted and she saw the sleek form of the dark bird. She immediately remembered the Honchkrow. It was the first time she had spoken. Huh.  "And it does sound like it came from the ball your carrying, Arceus," she spoke in a soft voice, almost like a ghost. Arceus frowned at her as the bird spoke her own name and extended one wing. The Marsh native followed her point and saw that it was Fynne's Ultra Ball.

She couldn't help but bark out a burst of cruel laughter. "From in THERE? You guys are fucking nuts. Fynne has been missing for WEEKS and no one touches this. It has been empty for-" But the Drapion was intereupted by a bright flash or ruby light.


It was scary. So very scary.

His breathing was still fast and rapid, the effects of the nightmare not cutting off as abruptly as his scream. It was dark where he was. A pitch black room that gave the impression of endless space in every direction, but it was a lie. You hit a barrier after two steps. It was cramped and scary. Tears began to run down his eyes in streams. 

He hated being alone. He hated having others around him. He hated everyone. He loved Arceus. He whimpered out as his thoughts returned to his best friend. He messed her. He missed her so much that it felt as if claws were ranking across his chest. The worst kind of pain. And he did not know what it was that hurt so bad that it effected him physically. He didn't know why he hurt. He just did.

But suddenly... He heard something. It was the voices from yesterday. The ones that he heard around Arceus. He fell deathly silent as he strained his ears. He needed to hear her voice. Just hers. After what seemed to be years. He heard it. It was her's. It had her smirk. But then he heard his own name. He had not even thought of his name own name for so long. Why should he? The only reason he needed it was for Arceus to call him. 

"Arceus," he suddenly croaked out. He lifted his head from where he had tucked it. There was no reply. She must not have heard him. He tried again, this time real emotion making it a loud cry, a wail of a lost child desperate to find his mother. "Arceus!!" And suddenly he was moving, he was changing. His vision went white and when he opened them, he was in a new place. The world was brown and green with many pairs of eyes on him. He whimpered out, fear all too real in his eyes as he dropped to all fours and tried to curl up on himself. He heard a step being taken towrds him and heard the soft question of Arceus. "Fynne?