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    Character Name: Amy Risa
    Story Title: True Fear
    Word Count: 3001
    Rating/Content Warnings: M for terrorists, guns, explosions, a bit of language, blood and corpses.
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    Amy looked through the different kimonos. Laverre City’s boutiques were some of the most famous in the world for their kimonos, furisodes, yukatas, and the like. The kimonos worn by the Kimono Girls in Johto were designed here after all. Amy had been contemplating trying a kimono line herself, or adapting a men’s clothing line to bear some resemblance to yukatas. But given she didn’t know the first thing about these garments, Amy decided to stop by Laverre City first for a little research. There were several boutiques in town so Amy had plenty of places to look for research. Perhaps she’d even buy one herself. They were really popular this time of year. And if Brent could pull of a yukata, then maybe she could pull off a kimono.

    As Amy looked over the stitching of a bright yellow furisode, a woman approached her from behind. “Can I help you today?” she asked. Amy looked over her shoulder at the older woman in a furisode. She was one of the boutique employees given the colors of her furisode matched that of the clothes of the other employees.

    “Ah I was just studying the make of this furisode. I’m an up and coming fashion designer in Lumiose City, but I don’t know a lot about how many of these style of garments are made, so I was curious how the best of the best made them,” Amy explained.

    The older woman smiled. “Ah I see. It’s good to see youth interest in our work. My name is Hiromi Asai. The furisode you’re looking at is one of the ones I designed, so if you have any questions I would be happy to answer them.”

    Amy’s eyes lit up as she began to speak with the fellow designer, inquiring about Kitsuke and other rules for when someone designs or wears the outfits. Ms. Asai was even kind enough to help Amy pick out a green furisode that would compliment her well. As Amy prepped to pay, she felt the journey had been well worth it. She even had Ms. Asai’s contact information for future inquiries about her Laverre City inspired line.

    All was well.

    Until it wasn’t.

    A loud explosion echoed throughout the city, sending tremors through the ground and rocking the foundations of the buildings within it. Amy and the other people in the store tumbled to the ground, quickly covering themselves as various racks and clothes began to crash to the earth. As the ground continue to convulse, the power suddenly cut, the only source of light remaining being the sun outside. And then there was silence.

    As the ground stopped shaking, a few of the occupants began to stand up and peer out the windows. What could have caused that? Earthquakes weren’t common in Northern Kalos after all. But the silence was deafening. Not even the bird pokemon could be heard outside. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

    In all the commotion Amy had gotten covered with several of the window display garments. She was trying to unearth herself from the fabric when she heard it. Bang! Gunshots. Her breathing froze as panic began to course through her system. She had to hide. She had to get out of there! Amy began to try and get herself out of the clothing pile even faster, panic overtaking reason making the situation unintentionally worse for her as her erratic actions just kept her buried. It wasn’t until a hand grabbed hers and pulled her from the pile that Amy saw the light of day. Amy instinctively almost went on the attack until she realized who her savior was, Ms. Asai.

    “Come with me,” Ms. Asai said quietly, tugging Amy to her feet and leading her into the back of the store with the other customers and employees. There was a tense air as they all filed into the back room. Amy felt queasy, a wave of nausea hitting her like a rock. It came on so quickly she couldn’t decide if it was her depression medication or sheer terror that caused it. Though it was likely a combination of both.

    There was a low mumbling in the room before Ms. Asai spoke up. “Please, everyone, remain calm. I will send out a scout to figure out what is going on.” Opening a Luxury Ball, a small cutiefly took shape next to Ms. Asai. “All of you that have pokemon, remain at ready to defend those who don’t have them. We don’t know if the situation will require it yet, but it always pays to be prepared.” Ms. Asai looked at her kimono. “Angel, if you will.”

    “Cu!” the fairy pokemon chirped before buzzing off. With her scout gone, Ms. Asai and the other boutique employees began to make their way through the small crowd of patrons to check on everyone. It wasn’t long before the cutiefly returned to Ms. Asai’s side. “Cu! Cutiefly! Ti ti ti! Cu fly!” it chirped, a worried expression on its small face. Not a good sign.

    Ms. Asai quickly brought the focus of the room’s attention back to herself by clapping her hands. “It is as I feared. It appears the terrorist organization, Team Flare, has begun to launch an attack on the town. If I had to guess, it likely has something to do with the Pokeball Factory at the top of the hill in the northern part of town. Still, Angel here noted that all the traditional entry points of exiting the city have been blocked off.”

    “So we’re trapped here?” one of the patrons in the back shouted.

    “It appears so,” Ms. Asai answered, “unless there are those here willing to fight with me. Perhaps together we may be able to stand a chance at the guards at the closest entrance. Sending someone to Dendemille Town or Lumiose City would be the best option to alert the police while all the Transceiver towers are down.”

    Silence settled over the room before a few of the employees began to shout their support. “You know I’ll stand with you, Ms. Asai!” “We’ll fight for our freedom!” “We’ll show them our Laverre City fighting spirit!”

    Ms. Asai seemed content knowing her employees were willing to stand with her. She turned to the patrons, scanning over the terrified faces of the bystanders caught in the crossfire of this awful situation. “I can’t force you to fight alongside me,” she said, “but we could use any help we could get.”

    After a few moments of silence, Amy stepped forward. “I don’t have any pokemon, but give me a blunt enough object and I’ll smash someone’s head in if I need to.”

    This seemed to rally the others, with a few of the other patrons offering their pokémon or just sheer strength. Amy was feeling more confident with each person that stepped forward. Ms. Asai did too, a smile spreading across her wrinkled face. However, before she could speak again, the windows in the main part of the store shattered. Everyone froze, the confidence in the room quickly morphing into terror.

    “With me,” Ms. Asai said to one of her employees and she sent out an Aromatisse. The employee unleashed a Granbull and the two prepared to exit the room. As soon as the door opened, smoke began to flood the back room. A loud bang cracked through the silence, and Amy’s heart stopped as Ms. Asai collapsed, blood pouring from her forehead. Someone shrieked.

    “Everyone on the ground now!” someone yelled. Amy wasn’t sure if it were friend or foe giving that command, but she did as she was told, dropping to the floor so quickly she busted open her chin on impact. Wincing, Amy started to move only to freeze up when she saw soldiers armed with guns enter the room. No, not soldiers, terrorists. Those were Team Flare uniforms.

    The terrorists began to make their way through the room. Amy closed her eyes as someone else was shot. Then another. She heard someone try to fight back on for them to be shot too. The gunshots echoed in her ears, one right after another. And then, she felt them beside her. Tears squeezed out of her eyes. This was where she died. All for a stupid furisode. Sure she had contemplated suicide for years, but this wasn’t how she had wanted to go. She had wanted to go out as she lived, dangerously, not terrified.

    Amy felt one of the terrorists tap her arm with his foot. “Still alive,” he said to one of his companions.

    Amy opened her eyes a little to see another set of feet approach. “Bring her. We need at least a few alive.”

    Before Amy could react, she was hoisted to her feet with her arms restrained and quickly searched for any pokeballs or weapons. Then, she was escorted outside. Amy averted her eyes from the corpses as she exited the building. And yet the scene outside was just as bad. Bodies of people and pokemon were littered everywhere. The Pokemon Center was being consumed in a roaring fire and distant smoke told Amy that other buildings in the city were suffering similar fates.

    Amy was lead towards the northern part of town and taken inside the Pokeball Factory. So Ms. Asai had been right, that was what the terrorists were here for. The place was crawling with Team Flare grunts. Amy tried to see what they were doing as she was taken to the upper levels, but all she could make out was some purple pokeball. She couldn’t think of any pokeball types she knew of that were purple, leaving her perplexed as to Team Flare’s true purpose here.

    Amy didn’t much time to think on it further as she was shoved into another room with hostages. The door slammed shut behind her. Looking over the other occupants, Amy recognized them to be boutique and café employees, other random patrons, and even a few gym trainers. Amy’s stomach sank when she realized the Gym Leader was nowhere among them. She hadn’t even thought about it before, but surely the leader would be able to save them, right?

    “Where’s the Gym Leader?” Amy asked quietly. One of the gym trainers being on the verge of tears at the question was all Amy needed to know the answer. They wouldn’t be rescued by her.

    “We’ve tried contacting the outside world and busting our ties or the door,” one of the other hostages explain. “But Team Flare has guards stationed right outside constantly listening to use.” He looked over at the two corpses in the corner. “They don’t take insurgence lightly.”

    “We outnumber them though,” another hostage said, “next time we open the door let’s charge them!”

    “With our hands tied behind our backs? They have guns, Jerry! We’re just sacks of meat at this point! Barely even collateral!”

    “Well you might be giving up so easily, but I won’t!”

    Murmurs began to ripple across the group of hostages. Amy had to agree with the first hostage, Not-Jerry. The images of Ms. Asai and all the others’ dead bodies littering the floor of the boutique was burned in her brain. Perhaps it was just better to sit and accept their fates. Unfortunately, not everyone agreed. The group of hostages quickly became split.

    “They’ve already killed two of us, Jerry! Was that not indication enough!”

    “They didn’t have support! But if all of us band together we’ll have the numbers, Leonard!”

    Amy watched as the two continued to argue, with some of the other hostages joining in. She just wanted to go home. She wished for nothing more than to just wake up in her bed and realize this was all just an awful awful nightmare.

    Amy nearly jumped out of her skin as the air duct panel above her suddenly flattered to the floor in front of her. The argument between the hostages was loud enough it seemed only those right near her noticed the noise, or the large woman exiting the duct.

    She was tall, really tall, at least six feet with black hair tied back into a bun. And she was absolutely beautiful. Her blue eyes scanned the room quickly before she noticed Amy at her feet. Motioning for Amy to keep quiet, she pointed at the duct above her. Amy noticed another person in the duct and relief flooded her system when she realized these were police officers. They were safe!

    Amy nodded and stood up, understanding that these officers were there to help them escape through the duct if they could. The female officer helped hoist Amy up to the duct where the male officer pulled her in. He then helped point her in the opposite direction. “There’s another officer at the end of the chute that leads outside. Just keep going that way.”

    “Thank you,” Amy replied. She started to crawl away when she felt the male officer grab her foot.

    “Wait a moment!” He pointed to her wrist. “Leave your X-Transceiver. We believe they’re using the towers to track everyone based on them.”

    Amy looked down at her wrist in worry. Had that been why they were able to ambush the boutique so easily. Reluctantly, she nodded and took it loose from her wrist, passing it over to the officer. Then, she climbed through the chute.

    The ducts were an extremely tight squeeze for her, especially with how wide her hips were. She always knew it made finding pants a pain but she never imagined it’d also hinder her ability to escape terrorists. “I need to work out with Ian more,” she mumbled as she continued to crawl. Eventually she saw light towards the end of the duct and leaned over the open end of the chute. Another officer was waiting below, waving their arms to Amy once they saw her. They signaled two more officers he prepared a tarp for her to jump into. Taking a deep breath, Amy slipped out into the tarp. It hurt like hell, but she’d take abrasions from a tarp any day over the death.

    A few of the other hostages soon followed, everyone corralled by the police to ensure they didn’t tip off the terrorists. It didn’t last long though, as gunshots began to echo through the air duct. The radios of all the officers began to crackle. “BACKUP! WE NEED BACKUP NOW!”

    One of the officers sent out and Ariados and used it to climb in the duct. It appeared, however, that the other officers were too big, thus stuck outside guarding Amy and the other escaped hostages. More garbled voices came from across their radios, causing the officers to have panicked looks. They rushed over to the hostages and began to move them towards the hedge maze next to the factory. “Move move move!” They shouted.

    Amy didn’t have to be told twice. Taking off in a dead sprint, she was around the first turn in the maze when another explosion rocked the earth, sending Amy tumbling. She ate dirt. Chin already bleeding, Amy was pretty sure she bit her tongue this time, and definitely had some scrapes from her hard landing. But worst of all, she was still too close to the explosion. Her ears were ringing loudly and she could barely make out any other sounds. She tried to stand up but her ringing ears also made for awful balance, so she didn’t get very far before she was back on all fours on the ground. Then she began to vomit, the contents of her stomach going everywhere.

    Dizzy and unstable, Amy collapsed against the bushes as the ringing continued to fill her ears. She stared at the smoke rising from the factory and felt her consciousness closing in on her. Perhaps this was the end of the nightmare. She’d wake up in Lumiose and all would be well. None of this would ever really happen, she thought. And then, she passed out.

    ***

    Amy awoke to shouts and the smell of smoke. Her stomach turned a little, the feeling of nausea sweeping over her quickly. She could feel she was moving. Was… someone carrying her? Amy opened her eyes to see her knight in shining armor, the female police officer from before, carrying her away from the factory and towards the group of paramedics nearby. She glanced down when she noticed Amy was awake and smiled a little. Amy smiled back, and then she vomited again.

    The officer quickly let Amy down and held her hair back while Amy threw up into the nearby bushes. After a couple minutes, it was only drive heaves, and Amy’s body began to calm down. She glanced over her shoulder at the officer, giving her an ashamed look. “Sorry,” she mumbled.

    The officer chuckled and offered Amy a smile. “Just warn me next time. Come on, let’s get you to the paramedics. You are bleeding all over.” Picking Amy up again, the officer took her over the nearest paramedic who immediately began to treat Amy’s various wounds. The officer lingered a few moments longer before starting to turn away to get back to work. “Stay safe now,” she said to Amy before turning away.

    “W-Wait!” Amy shouted, reaching out and grabbing the officer’s arm (much to the chagrin of the paramedic who was trying to treat her). “I never got your name,” she said quietly.

    The officer turned back around and took off her hat. “Officer Theresa Cambridge of the South Lumiose division, ma’am. Pleasure to meet you.”

    God she was so hot. “I-I live in South Lumiose,” Amy managed to stutter out. Wow good going. So smooth. Much wow.

    Even so, this brought a smile to Officer Cambridge’s face. “Well, then maybe we’ll see each other again, Miss…”

    “Amy Risa.”

    “Right, Miss Risa. Now if you do not mind, Miss Risa. I need to get back to work. But I look forward to meeting again in the future.”
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    Character: Amy Risa
    Story Title: The Insomniac’s Nightmare
    Word Count: 2100
    Rating/Content Warnings: Like PG-13 I guess for implied bombing and a dead body
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    Amy smiled at Theresa across the table. They were sharing a candlelit dinner at one of Lumiose’s finest with a view of the Prism Tower. The gold and red interior of the building made the candlelight all the more brilliant, and illuminated all the faces of the couples that dined there while keeping it dark enough that there was a sense of privacy. With the addition of mirrors and a few chandeliers with low light, it was the perfect romantic dining experience for any couple.

    Amy took a sip of her wine, unable to take her eyes off her girlfriend. Theresa has let her hair down, the black locks draping over her shoulders and framing her face. She was wearing an aquamarine necklace, fake of course but unless you saw the price tag you would never know. Not that it mattered to Amy, as even these fake jewels were about to bring out the blue in Theresa’s eyes. Best of all, she was wearing Amy’s favorite dress, a blue dress designed by the famous CC that hugged Theresa’s ever curve. An expensive dress for sure, so Theresa only ever wore it for special occasions. Amy took great pride in knowing their anniversary dates counted as such an event.

    Amy had dressed up as well, wearing her finest faux topaz jewelry, with the exception of her earrings. Those were very real and had been a birthday gift from Theresa the year prior. She had spent hours working on her hair with her best friend Brent’s alter, Victoria, in order to tame the flaming orange locks into a beautiful updo. Victoria had such a way with long hair, it was such a shame that she was in a biologically male body. Amy also wore one of her favorite dresses for the occasion, a slim bright green strapless dress that fit just right. She knew Theresa liked it as well, but Amy in particular found it to be quite a flattering dress on her because of its accentuation of her butt and pronouncement of her breasts causing both to appear larger than they actually wore. Though this was really more necessary for her chest, a little extra to the butt never hurt.

    “You look absolutely stunning tonight,” Amy said, causing her girlfriend to giggle.

    “Amy, please, this is the fifth time already since we left the house tonight.”

    “But I must speak the truth!” Amy protested.

    Theresa rolled her eyes and smiled at Amy. “You’re getting just as bad as Brent.”

    “Just as bad? Please, I taught him everything he knows.”

    “And it is really showing right now.”

    Both girls laughed before sipping their wine again. The date proceeded like a dream, their food tasting better than they had expected and the restaurant living up to its reputation. They discussed a variety of topics, everything from future plans to move into a larger studio apartment where Amy could really spread out and tackle her design work, to little things like paperwork at Theresa’s office. Such mundane topics always seemed interesting to Amy when Theresa spoke about them. Even as boring as filing paperwork on a noise complaint from a fireworks show on the southeast side of Lumiose could be made interesting for Amy so long as it was Theresa telling the story.

    As they finished their desserts and gazed upon the Prism Tower, Amy found herself not wishing for this perfect date to end. Surely there was a way for them to extend this precious time where it was just them together. And then, in one swift motion, it got so much better.

    Theresa reached into her purse and cleared her throat, seeming a bit more nervous than before as she fiddled with something in her lap.

    Taking a deep breath, she spoke. “Amy Risa, time and time again I’ve found you have made me the happiest woman alive. I never anticipated I’d meet the woman of my dreams where I met you, and I certainly didn’t anticipate to be vomited on by her, but your persistence cause me to take greater interest in you. And so, here we are, a couple years later, and after the recent scare at the department with a few Team Flare stragglers, I realized it was time to do something I should’ve done sooner.”

    Amy’s heart was pounded in her ears in excitement, practically bursting when Theresa stood up and got down on one knee next to her. Then, she said the magic words. “Amy Nikki Risa, will you marry me?”

    Amy has never felt happier than in that moment. It was perfect. It was happening! It was finally happening! She opened her mouth to respond when a scream erupted in the restaurant.

    “BOMB!!” a woman screamed, pointing outside. Amy and Theresa looked outside to see flames erupting across the city. It was being bombed! But there was nothing in the sky, were they planted?

    A sharp beeping pierced the air causing Theresa to quickly knock over their own table. Glass and silverware shattered and went everywhere as the table turned over, but on the other side lay the source of the beeping, another bomb. Theresa’s eyes widened and she immediately tackled Amy away from the bomb.

    Then it exploded. And everything went dark.

    Amy’s consciousness barely clung on as her ears rang so loudly and dust coated her lungs. She cracked open her eyes and found the beautiful interior of the restaurant had been replaced with a dark gray smoke cloud. Dirt and dust were everywhere, making it difficult to see.

    Amy wheezed and tried to move, only to realize Theresa was still on top of her. Blinking slowly, she tried to shake her girlfriend. “Theresa,” she croaked, “Theresa wake up.”

    Panic began to take over Amy’s senses when she got not response. She shook her girlfriend more, calling her name repeatedly but getting no response. Finally it occurred to her to check Theresa’s pulse. Shakily placing her fingers on Theresa’s neck, she tried to locate the pulse, but found nothing. Maybe she was just doing it wrong! Amy kept telling herself that as she tried to figure out some other way to make certain Theresa was alive. She had just proposed! They had plans, a future, and their lives to live. Theresa couldn’t be gone yet. She couldn’t be.

    Amy turned Theresa’s head some and opened her mouth. Holding her hand over Theresa’s mouth and nose, her heart sank when she felt no breath. No… she needed to use glass! That’s more sensitive than her hand. Looking around, Amy found the shard of a nearby mirror and picked it up. Holding it close to Theresa’s lips, she stared at it closely. No fog formed on the glass.

    Tears began to well in Amy’s eyes. “Theresa!” she croaked out again, starting to cough more from all the dust. Clutching Theresa’s hair, she shook her more. “Please, no, please! Theresa! Wake up!”

    Amy felt a sharp pain on her finger and looked down to see she had cut her finger. As tears trickled down her cheeks, a single drop of blood escaped the cut. It moved in slow motion, sliding down to the tip of her finger and dropping down to the ground. As it hit the gray floor, suddenly everything vanished.

    ***

    Amy woke up gasping and in a cold sweat. She coughed a couple times and sat up, grasping her chest as panic and adrenaline coursed through her. Slowly, her breathing returned to normal. She gazed around the room and recognized it to be the Oreburgh Pokemon Center. Right, she wasn’t in Kalos anymore. She was in Sinnoh. So that had been a nightmare then.

    Amy lowered her arms to her side and looked at the clock. She squinted at it in annoyance. 3 AM, it read. Great, she had only been asleep one freaking hour. “Stupid insomnia,” she muttered as she climbed out of bed. Amy exited her room and walked to the bathroom. Turning on the sink, she washed her face and collected herself. Taking a couple drinks from her hands as well, Amy took a few deep breaths and stared at herself in the mirror.

    “You’re alive. You’re in Sinnoh. Everything is fine. You’re alive. You’re in Sinnoh. Everything is fine. You’re alive. You’re in Sinnoh. Everything is fine,” she repeated to herself quietly. After chanting the mantra a few more times, Amy walked back to her bedroom. While the bed was tempting, she knew she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep right away. Instead, she opened her window and gazed outside.

    The cool night air felt crisp against her skin. A soft breeze blew her red hair back away from her face. Other than a few industrial sounds from the mine and a few cars here and there, the town was relatively silent. It was peaceful, a stark contrast to the Lumiose City she called home.

    Amy let out a long sigh after a few minutes. She wondered what Theresa was doing right now. Was she worried about her? Was she getting enough sleep? Was she taking her medications? Did she miss her too?

    Amy knew the other officers at the South Lumiose station wouldn’t allow Theresa to overwork herself if they could help it and ensure she took care of herself. Officers Spade and Clover had been Theresa’s friends for years. If anyone was going to take of her, it’d be them. But even then, there wasn’t much they could do for Theresa’s mental state. How was Theresa’s reacting to this? Was she leading the search? Or was she keeping lawful integrity and removing herself from the investigation? Amy wasn’t sure, but she knew they probably would never guess she had been taken to another dimension. It was too outlandish.

    How long would they be gone for, Amy wondered. If it was years, would Amy be pronounced dead? Would Theresa move on? Amy frowned and gazed over the town. She wouldn’t move on, because she knew the reality of the situation. But Theresa didn’t. If she really thought Amy was dead… would she? Amy couldn’t say she wouldn’t if the roles were switched.

    Warm tears trickled down Amy’s cheeks. She sat there quietly for an unknown amount of time, the cold air making the warmth stand out even more. She couldn’t even take solace in saying they were looking at the same moon and stars, since even the constellations here were different from the ones at home. She cried in silence until the tears no longer came and fatigue finally set in. Not having the energy to weep any further, Amy turned and climbed back into bed, hoping sleep would take her soon. Gazing at the clock, she saw the time. 4:37 AM. That was an hour and thirty seven minutes closer to getting back to Theresa, Amy told herself. It was the only way she could keep herself going and lull herself back to sleep in the cold empty bed. She closed her eyes and lay in silence, but sleep never came.

    Sitting up again, Amy pulled her journal from her bag and began to write another letter to Theresa again. Perhaps this journal would be enough to convince Theresa to stay with her. She really wished she could send them now, but maybe in the future the opportunity would arise. Wormholes seemed to be a frequent thing so perhaps there was a chance a new one would appear soon that connected home. If she couldn’t get through it then maybe at least the notebook could. She just had to hope. Signing off on the latest entry, Amy looked at the clock again. 5:02 AM. Twenty five minutes closer.

    Sliding her journal back into her bag, Amy accidentally knocked over one of the pokeballs. Hunter sleepily opened his eyes as he took form on the floor. Gazing up at Amy, he seemed confused why they were up so early.

    “Sorry,” Amy said to the unspoken question, “I couldn’t sleep so I was writing in my journal. I’ll return you so you can go back to sleep.”

    The croconaw quickly shook his head. Climbing into the bed with Amy, Hunter curled up beside her. He growled and pat the bed with his tail, indicating he wanted her to lie back down. Amy tried to look at the clock again as she lied down, only to find that Hunter was now blocking it. Something about not being able to see it set her at ease. Closing her eyes, sleep came swiftly this time, and brought with it much sweeter dreams.
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    Story Title: What keeps us up at night.
    Word Count: 1708
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    As I lay awake in my room at the Orebourgh City Pokemon Center, I watched Enigma who sat unmoving, staring quietly at me. The Type: Null was supposedly aggressive, and appeared that way when I first me it, but now it appeared apprehensive more than anything. I didn’t necessarily blame it. It was born in a lab then suddenly given to me. I would be apprehensive in that situation.

    I was thinking about the Type: Null, to avoid thinking about what earlier tonight. I tried to talk to Renny, and find a way that we can not be at eachothers throats, but somehow triggered some sort of panic attack, causing him to storm off. Thinking about it kept me from sleeping, and honestly, after the day I had, I would probably need as much as I could get.

    I remember back home that Dad struggled to sleep most nights. As a kid I didn’t understand why, and thought he had some sort of medical condition, but after that day that Auntie Laura helped me to get my motorbike learners license, and she told me about dad battling because his life depended on it, things started to make sense. He had seen things that kept him awake at night, and that haunted him in his sleep. I just wish I knew what these things were.

    Speaking to Dash today was the most insightful thing I have heard. He implied heavily that he knew Dad, referring to him by name, but that wasn’t it. Dash told me about how he wasn’t born in this world, but came here after his world died at the hands of a Legendary Pokemon.

    I rolled onto my side, trying to get comfortable as I continued thinking about what Dash said, trying to piece it all together. If Dash came from his world to here as a teenager, and knew Dad, that means Dad either came here at some point and met Dash, or Dad is actually from Dash’s world, and knew him there.

    If Dad and Dash share the same history of their world dying because of a Legendary Pokemon, it suddenly makes his disdain towards them understandable, and why he insists I know how to battle them. But I still wanted to know more.

    As I was thinking this, I remembered a night a few years back, shortly after I turned fourteen.

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    The digital clock next to my bed read 1:49am. I had to leave for school at 7:45 tomorrow morning, so I should have probably been asleep. But I still hadn’t finished reading this book, and knew that I wouldn’t be able to sleep anyway.

    I sat in my bed with a bedside lamp on, reading a book I got for my birthday about a month earlier. It had pictures and descriptions of Legendary Pokemon, some of which were hard to say even existed outside of myth and legend. Granted, I found out a few weeks back that Dad only got me this so I could figure out their weaknesses and exploit them should I ever meet one. He says how they’re dangerous and I need to know how to fight them, but they’re practically gods. Why would they be a threat to me? Gods are supposed to be benevolent aren’t they?

    Regardless, the book still interested me, and I still wanted to learn all I could from it.

    My attention was taken at the sound of breaking glass downstairs.

    “What the f*** was that…” I thought to myself, as I got out of bed, still clutching the book. I made my way out of my room, going to Dad’s study, where he kept his Pokemon, grabbing Gwaine’s Pokeball, before making my way downstairs, silently.

    I got to the bottom of the stairs and could hear footsteps in the kitchen, as I crept slowly towards the doorway, holding Gwaine’s Pokeball out, as I flicked on the light.

    Instead of a cliche’ burglar in all black and a balaclava, stood by the bin, emptying a broken glass out of a dustpan, was Dad. He flinched at the sudden light.

    “Sophie it’s nearly 2am. Why aren’t you asleep?” he asked somewhat irritably.

    “I could ask you the same question.” I retorted, equally irritable. Dad sighed.

    “I had a nightmare okay? I just came down to get a drink.” He explained, “Why are you still awake? I know I didn’t wake you, because you’re still in your uniform…”

    He wasn’t wrong. I was caught out.

    “I was reading this book.” I explained guiltily, holding the book up, which I was still clutching.

    I thought Dad was gonna get mad and tell me to go to sleep, however, he seemed too tired to be bothered being a parent, because he did something I didn’t expect.

    “So what were you reading about?” he asked, as he walked over to the liquor cabinet, and began pouring himself a glass of whiskey.

    “Hoenn Legendaries.” I explained, slightly confused that he was this calm, “I am up to the section about Registeel.”

    Dad sat down at the table, before gesturing at me to come over, before taking a sip of his drink, and opening the book and finding the section on Registeel, and reading through it.

    “So why Hoenn?” He asked, not looking away from the page.

    “I’ve read through Johto heaps because they’re the ones I am most likely to see. Same as Kanto. It isn’t too uncommon for Suicune to be sighted near Viridian City.” I replied, “I guess the next ones I am most likely to see are in Hoenn. You and Mum are from there, and we have family there.”

    “Makes sense.” Dad replied, as he flicked through the book, eventually stopping on a page not too far away. “This one was my favorite when I travelled Hoenn.

    He slid the book to me, as he finished his drink, and went and poured another one. I had a look at the page he opened to, with an artist’s rendition of a blue and white, draconic looking Pokemon. Latios.

    I had a briefly looked at the section on Latios before, but it didn’t interest me. Dad had never mentioned any sort of fondness for it before. For Him before. The book said they were all male.

    “Why Latios?” I asked, curious. Dad usually never had anything pleasant to say about Legendary Pokemon.

    “I’m not too sure.” he replied, “He just interests me. He has the ability to share what he sees with others. Kinda like a weird live-stream, can turn invisible and fly faster than a jet-plane.”

    Dad took another sip, before continuing.

    “I always wanted to meet him. But now, I don’t care as much. It isn’t a big deal to me.”

    “How come?” I asked, half expecting him to close off completely.

    “I have my life here. Even if I travel occasionally to compete, it still all is about what I have here. Latios isn’t worth putting that aside.” he explained, “Besides, read this.”

    Dad pointed to a section of the page, before continuing to drink his glass of whiskey.

    ‘Latios will only open its heart to a Trainer with a compassionate spirit.’

    “It’s no secret I’m a bit of an a**hole.” Dad replied jokingly, before flicking through the book further, looking at the pictures. Kyogre. Groudon. Rayquaza. Jirachi. I almost saw him smile as he looked at the images, as if he was reminiscing. At the time, I didn’t piece it together. However everything changed when he flicked to the next Pokemon.

    Deoxys.

    His expression shifted, and he held his gaze on that one a little longer. He went to continue to the next one.

    “Wait, what’s that one?” I asked, “It looks creepy.”

    “That is Deoxys.” Dad explained, “And it shouldn’t be in the Hoenn section.”

    “It’s not native to Hoenn?” I replied.

    “No. It’s a mutation of a virus from space.” Dad said “It is only here because it was discovered by the Mossdeep Space Center in Hoenn, but it is not even native to this planet.”

    I had a look at the page but saw nothing of the Mossdeep Space Center mentioned, or even the space virus.

    “How do you know that?” I asked, as Dad stood up, finishing his drink.

    “I met some people when I travelled who knew a fair bit about these Pokemon.” Dad said, placing his glass in the sink, “Now go to sleep. Phoebe will kill me if she knows I let you stay up this late.”

    I took the book, and stayed up for another half hour reading the section on Deoxys, describing its ability to regenerate and to change forms. The pictures themselves were all artist sketches, but I could only imagine how terrifying the real thing probably looked.

    At about 2:30am I fell asleep, and had almost forgotten about this night…


    ************************************************** **************************************************

    As I remembered this, I opened my Poketch, with the dim light of the display getting Enigma’s attention, who still however didn’t move.

    I opened the search engine and looked up Deoxys, and was immediately greeted by an unnerving image of the Pokemon. It’s eyes seemed cold and almost dead. Was this one of the Legendary Pokemon that Dad said was pure evil, and would not hesitate to kill you?

    Thinking about everything Dash said, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was the Pokemon that caused his world to die. And if Dad were from Dash’s world, did he see this Pokemon?

    Was this what Dad dreamt about? What he had nightmares of the kept him from sleeping? And what he refused to tell me about? That I wasn’t old enough to know about?

    I remembered Auntie Laura’s explanation of his battling. He battles like his life depends on it because once upon a time it did. What if Dad fought this thing? The fact that he is still alive says that he beat it, so how strong is he really that he could do that? I have seen him battle and he always seems like he is holding back.

    As my thoughts dwelled on this, it wasn’t too much longer before I fell asleep. One thing was certain though. As soon as I get home, I want answers...


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