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    Jonathan Bradshaw - Bellossom
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    I was wondering what was going on when the hybrid shook his head and the gem on his forehead was glowing. I wasn't sure what it was, but I stopped what I was doing. Sloane had gotten up off the ground and it seemed she was doing better, but there was no denying the fact this place was bothering her to no end and she looked to be on edge. And considering she came within seconds of being killed, that was totally understandable. Still, she had given me curious looks before, but there was still no solid indication she managed to figure out I was Jonathan.

    "Think she'll be okay?" Lei asked me, looking concerned as she anxiously fidgeted with her leaf skirt. "Why would that creep want to kill her?"

    "No idea," I sighed, shaking my flowered head. "I thought that might have been one of the Trick Master's thugs, but I'm beginning to think there's no connection."

    I also didn't know what he meant by the Oasis survivors. It was probably something that involved Sloane when we were separated.

    But in the meantime, when I tried to sense Lugia again, I couldn't detect anything. I wasn't sure if he wasn't there anymore or if I wasn't doing this telepathy thing right. It was also likely he had to bail out of there. His idea did make sense, but it was taking a risk that Arceus might not agree with. I could figure they were still trying to figure out a sane solution without having to resort to something crazy. In this situation, fighting fire with fire was probably a bad idea.

    But, up above, things were just getting worse. The sky was a swirling mix of pink, purple, and blue and it was still snowing cotton candy in this deranged candyland that the Trick Master... or "Adversary One" had created. It was becoming obvious that the longer this guy was in power, the more he was changing the entire world and the worse things would become. And right now, I was beginning to feel all of this was going to have to be reversed the hard way. Simply popping this guy in the head might not have the same effect as tearing his dreamworlds apart.

    "NYA! IT CAME FROM HERE!"

    We were suddenly shocked when a loud, booming voice suddenly shouted out from behind us. As the three of us turned around, I saw what looked like two gigantic cats standing upright, both standing about twenty feet tall, one with purple and pink fur while the other had fur in shades of blue. Immediately, they both looked at Azlan.

    "PSYCHIC CHAT, HUH?" the pink and purple one shouted with an anticipating grin. "AND YOU DIDN'T INVITE US!? SHAME, NYA!"

    "WELL, WELL, YOU JUST INCURRED THE ANTICS OF TABBYO AND PATTYO!" the blue one roared proudly, puffing himself up. "I'M PATTYO AND THIS IS TABBYO! NYA! WE'RE THE LEGENDARY POKÉMON OF CANDY AND MISCHIEF, RESPECTIVELY!"

    I couldn't help but roll my eyes. THESE were the kinds of legendary Pokémon the Trick Master was creating? We definitely needed to pull the plug on these stupid things before he kept making more. Meanwhile, I couldn't even figure out what types these Pokémon might be and if a Bellossom's grass attacks would be effective. However, considering how huge they were and how small I was, I was beginning to wonder if it was even worth bothering.

    In the meantime, I was beginning to worry these cat legendaries heard too much of the telepathic discussion between Lugia and myself. I knew the Trick Master couldn't make himself entirely psychic, but that wouldn't stop him from creating psychic Pokémon to help monitor the "airwaves." I hadn't realized that until it was too late.

    "SOMEONE HERE WAS TELEPATHICALLY TALKING TO LUGIA!" this 'Tabbyo' idiot sneered. "TALKING TO A DUNCE POKÉMON IS NOT ALLOWED, NYA! SO WHO WAS IT, HMM!? TELL US NOW, OR YOU WILL ALL SUFFER MANY HOURS OF CANDY-COATED WRATH!"

    He looked right at the hybrid, suspecting he looked like the only being here with psychic capabilities. I was thinking of just keeping my mouth shut, but then again, I wasn't exactly sure how we would be able to take on two giant asinine kitty cats with just us. And I wasn't sure what this "candy-coated wrath" entailed, but playing it like it was no big deal in this stupid candyland pisshole was something I was not about to chance. On top of everything else, it looked like Sloane had already endured her fill of this place and needed a break from stupid things and people harassing her. If a quick confession just pushed this aside, it was worth it.

    "It was me," I smiled and shrugged, closing my eyes casually as I looked at them with a carefree composure while talking down the severity of this incident. "Hey, I think we're all a little new to the rules here. Weren't we supposed to get an instruction manual or something?"

    "VERY FUNNY," Pattyo replied sarcastically. "DON'T TALK TO THEM AGAIN! ARCEUS AND HIS DUNCE GANG ARE OFF LIMITS TO ALL CITIZENS OF TRICKONIA, NYA! THAT INCLUDES YOU!"

    I tried to just shrug innocently even though I wanted to wince and cringe at the fact they just called this new, warped world "Trickonia" and labeled me as a citizen of it. That, and them calling Arceus and the real legendary Pokémon as "dunces" had to be the most irritating thing in the world to them.

    In the meantime, I wasn't sure how I was supposed to contact Arceus or the other legendaries now without nimrods like these two showing up. A face to face meeting would definitely get seen by the Trick Master, and now contacting them by telepathy was off-limits. It seemed like they were willing to let me off with a warning for now, but it just made things more difficult when it came to finding ways to shut this place down.

    And I also figured I might have brought on more suspicion to myself to Sloane, the hybrid, and Jubilee and Lei. Tabbyo and Pattyo might not have been aware, but a Bellossom wasn't supposed to have telepathic powers. I wasn't sure if they were going to report that to the Trick Master. If they did, he might not think too much of it, though.

    Judging by the looks of the two of them, I was going to place my bet on them not figuring it out. I was just hoping this wouldn't bite back at me later on, however...

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    Well Jonathan was right about one thing, the whole contacting Lugia thing definitely drew their attention. Sloane was still trying to noodle on it when Azlan came to the realization that this was no normal Bellossom, just like Azlan was no normal hybrid. Then again, was any hybrid normal? Azlan was pondering over the whole situation when a particular phrase caught his ear.

    "ARCEUS AND HIS DUNCE GANG ARE OFF LIMITS TO ALL CITIZENS OF TRICKONIA, NYA! THAT INCLUDES YOU!"

    "Dunce… gang?" There wasn't much that could tick Azlan off. Disrespecting a legendary? That would do it though. Azlan, despite not being fully healed, stood up. His gem stopped glowing and, in turn, his eyes began to glow. "How dare you mock the monarchy of the world you have disgraced!" Azlan held before unleashing a series of psychic explosions around the two "legendary" Pokemon.

    Sloane was sent tumbling back from the shockwaves and her headache only grew in pain. She covered her ears and shut her eyes in an unsuccessful attempt to block out her surroundings. Heat beat against her body as Azlan continued his onslaught, the explosions only growing stronger in power.

    "Your power, your reign, everything about you is false! And your dare to insult the true creator? He could destroy you without taking a breath but you are simply not worth the effort, so I will dispose of you for him." Azlan raised his hand in the air and a sword formed in his hand, the Kusunagi. Closing his left eye, he swiped six different times, each stroke leaving a long blue mark in the air. Azlan stabbed his sword into the ground and the slashes were sent against the false legendaries.

    Azlan took several deep breaths, the effort wearing him out but his anger still fueling him like an adrenaline substitute. He had already effectively given away his identity but if these creatures were stupid enough to think a bellossom was capable of telepathy, surely they would not know who he was, and he still had one more trump card up his sleeve.
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    Jonathan Bradshaw - Bellossom
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    To the hybrid, what Pattyo said had to be on the level of sacrilegious monstrosity. His eyes glowed and he looked at Pattyo like he signed a death wish.

    "How dare you mock the monarchy of the world you have disgraced!" the hybrid screamed.

    He then unleashed a chain of psychic energy blasts at Pattyo and Tabbyo that I swore, I had no idea what those attacks actually were, but was sure glad I wasn't on the receiving end of those. Everyone took cover as the hybrid was pissed off enough to literally rip the limbs off of the two gigantic candy-colored cats.

    "YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT!!" Pattyo screamed as the hybrid used enough psychic energy to rip both of his arms off. "I'LL KICK YOU INTO THE MOON!"

    "Your power, your reign, everything about you is false!" the hybrid shouted. "And you dare to insult the true creator? He could destroy you without taking a breath, but you are simply not worth the effort, so I will dispose of you for him."

    I had no idea how this guy managed to form a freaking sword in his hands, but he used it to rip several wind slashes in the air to direct them right at the two cats. One of them decapitated Tabbyo's screaming head while one of the others tore into Pattyo and ripped open a gruesome chest cavity. Suddenly, both of them shook, quivered, and then just outright exploded.

    Their deaths definitely weren't normal. They exploded into colorful shooting stars and fireworks, raining a rainbow of sparks and embers all around. Once the pyrotechnics stopped and they fizzled away, there was nothing left of the cats save for char marks. It was the kind of thing that surprised me for a few seconds before remembering that everything in this mangled world had gone totally nuts and I really shouldn't be surprised by anything.

    "Thank you," I told the hybrid with a sigh of relief, feeling that soothing feeling that comes when something horribly annoying has been eradicated for good. "That probably landed you on the Trick Master's bounty board, but that's a club that's growing in number every day."

    And heck, if only he know I was practically the founder of that club. I wasn't sure how much he really knew about me, but I had a feeling he was already onto the fact that I was not a normal Bellossom, even though I tried to act like one that just happened to have quite a few street smarts.

    "Who ...are you?" Jubilee asked the hybrid, looking baffled at the guy's display of power and ferocity. "I've never seen anything do anything like that before!"

    "The rules can be bent a little more than usual now," I told Jubilee, letting her know this was probably a foreign concept to her, but was going to be something she needed to keep in mind if she got into another fight. "This new reality is, to say the least, warped and distorted, but that doesn't mean it has to work against you. It looks like this guy definitely knows quite a bit on how to use it to his advantage."

    Jubilee nodded, but she was still in awe at the hybrid.

    In the meantime, I looked around. Things seemed to be getting darker. As I had suspected, it didn't take long before someone noticed Tabbyo and Pattyo were now incredibly dead.

    I then heard something crack, followed by something heavy hitting the ground. I turned to look only to see the entire candy-created city of Slateport was starting to rapidly decay, crumble, and fall apart. And soon enough, there was some bizarre, hollow, echoing moaning sound that started to drift throughout the city.

    Something told me this day definitely wasn't even close to over, yet...

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    Sloane Jackson & Azlan- Human & Azelf Gijinka
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    Azlan's eyes returned to normal as the two false legendaries exploded. He sighed and let the Kusanagi disappear. Good, he still had his ultimate trump card unknown to the Trick Master. At least he had that advantage, but how long would he be able to go with it? He glanced over as everyone was staring at Azlan in awe. He raised his eyebrows before realizing none of these people had realized his identity either. Now he was faced with a dilemma, admit it or stay secret?

    "Thank you, that probably landed you on the Trick Master's bounty board, but that's a club that's growing in number every day."

    "As if I wasn't already," Azlan replied with a smirk. "Though I let my rage get the best of me. If he didn't before, surely the Trick Master knows who I am now. Then again, maybe he hasn't read up on his Sinnoh lore in a while."

    "Who ...are you? I've never seen anything do anything like that before!"

    "The rules can be bent a little more than usual now. This new reality is, to say the least, warped and distorted, but that doesn't mean it has to work against you. It looks like this guy definitely knows quite a bit on how to use it to his advantage."


    "I must apologize for my display of anger, it is not a trait usually displayed by me. My sister, yes, but my brother and I are usually not so susceptible. Especially not my brother. It was just quite irritating to hear those false creations disgrace those that I serve." Azlan knelt down to Jubilee. "On the off chance the Trick Master hasn't figured it out yet, I'd prefer not to reveal my actual identity. But let's just say, I was sent to investigate this mess by the Creator himself." Azlan looked over at Jonathan. "What you saw was not the Trick Master's powers, but my own. I have always been able to do it, I just seem to... be more powerful in this state."
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    The hybrid confirmed what he was doing was not actually connected with this "Trickonia" mess that the Trick Master had created. It sounded like he was sent as a specialist by Arceus, and it easily led me to believe he really was one of the legendaries. It didn't take me very long at all to know it was Azelf, but I decided when it came to picking sides, I'd rather go with the real legendaries than these fake, stupid ones the Trick Master crapped out.

    In the meantime, it really didn't take long before candyland Slateport suddenly looked like something out of a post-apocalyptic horror movie. Then, we heard the Trick Master's ominous voice echoing from all around. Really, this dimwit was doing everything he could to sound and act like the new god.

    "Now look at what you have done. All of Slateport City lies in ruins, thanks to you. Without Tabbyo and Pattyo to provide the power of candy and whimsy to keep the city alive, it has crumbled into dust."

    Really, now whose fault was that?

    "Must I remind you yet again that only my legendaries have the real power here? Destroying them will only tear this world apart and cause apocalyptic imbalance. Is it your desire to kill everyone and destroy everything?"

    "Please stop!" Jubilee pleaded. "What was so wrong with the way the world was before!?"

    "Everything! Every day was the same! The world that Arceus created was so abysmally bland and without change, imagination, and wonder! Humans were obsessed with money and fame while Pokémon battled for territory and power. Now look at you all! The tables have turned and the rules and knowledge you once had are for nothing! Every day will be different, and everything you know will be unpredictable! You never know what the next moment will bring!"

    So we were pretty much eternally lost in a world where maps were useless and every day would leave everyone confused and bewildered. He sure didn't have me sold on this whole thing of his.

    "But we don't want it like this!" Jubilee shouted.

    "I want it like this! Not everyone will appreciate it at first, but in time, you'll see how much better things will be! Savor the eternal mystery! Enjoy the unending wonder!"

    His voice soon faded away as the last remnants of candyland Slateport City crumbled to dust. I wasn't sure if the real Slateport City was gone now, or if this was really just some kind of cover-up illusion. The other question was if the Trick Master was going to just leave it like that, or if he was going to turn it into something different in time.

    "It's not your fault," I told Azelf, knowing he did what I would have done if I could. "I'm not sure if the real Slateport City is gone now, but it had to be done. Those two cats were probably just a hint of the kinds of phony legendaries the Trick Master created. I'm sure there are others."

    But there was no telling what would happen if we killed them, too. Would things go back to normal, or would it just be the apocalypse for everyone? I really didn't know this time. I wasn't even sure if Arceus could recreate the world from scratch. Maybe there were certain legendaries that could undo these effects without having to cause all of reality to crumble into ruin.

    Still, it was anyone's guess on where to find them. I looked toward Azelf, wondering if he might know. He had to know and be aware of what I was thinking. I decided to try telepathy again, really not caring if it caused more of the Trick Master's idiot minions to come down here.

    <I don't think we can attack the Trick Master directly. His power is far too strong, as much as I hate to admit it, but I'm sure some of the legendaries might have powers that can undo what he created.>

    There was also the plan that Lugia had told me about, but now there was no sign of him anywhere...

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    Azlan, seeing the destruction, picked up Sloane, making sure to be careful with her and retreated with the others to a safer location. He stared on at the collapsing city with emotionless eyes, not really caring about its fate. If his experience with the house was anything to go by, everyone in the destruction would be more or less fine. They were not of his concern anyway.

    Sloane tensed in Azlan's arms, her headache multiplying in pain from the mere presence of the Trick Master. The fog intensified, and it was taking every ounce of her strength to fight against it. She wouldn't succumb to it. She couldn't! Not yet! Not ever! Sloane's breathing quickly became labored and Azlan glanced down at her when he detected her body temperature rising above the safe level. Azlan barely focused on the Trick Master's words, not caring nor finding it vital to his current position. Azlan scanned the nearby area, hoping for some rawst berries, but before he could locate any, Sloane's temperature began to drop again. Azlan noticed that the Trick Master's presence had disappeared, and Sloane seemed to relax from that.

    Azlan placed Sloane on the ground again when he suddenly felt a psychic message press against his conscience. His head jewel began to glow as he answered.

    'Brothers! Are you there? Can either of you hear me?' It called out. Before Azlan could answer, another message came in.

    <I don't think we can attack the Trick Master directly. His power is far too strong, as much as I hate to admit it, but I'm sure some of the legendaries might have powers that can undo what he created.>

    Azlan frowned, not recognizing this psychic pressure. He scanned the nearby area before making eye contact with one of the Bellossom. This was the one who claimed to have contacted Lugia had it not? Maybe it was capable of psychic communication after all. Azlan nodded at the bellossom to say that he had received the message, but did not reply just yet. Returning his attention to the primary conversation, Azlan began to communicate with the other two on the end of his telepathy, unaware that Jonathan could hear it due to the psychic path being open.

    'I hear you, sister. I am currently resting in what was once my cavern on Lake Acuity. Now it is a giant fruit on top of a jello mountain. Other than the displeasing change, I am in a favorable state. What about you, sister? And what of brother?'

    'I am here as well, siblings. I apologize for my absence. The Trick House Lord Arthur sent me to investigate ended up being much more of a problem than any of us anticipated. I believe the Trick Master used Priestess Juma's wish granting capabilities to create this horrorland. In addition, given the psychic residue I can sense in the area, the priestess has already returned to her slumber. I am currently with a group of bellossom and a human. We are working together to possibly try and halt the Trick Master's efforts, but it will be much more difficult than I anticipated. The Trick Master is creating false legendaries, and, in my rage, I destroyed two, causing the entire destruction of what was once Slateport. I fear now that it is possible the Trick Master's life may be tied to the world, and killing him would cause the end of the world.'

    'Stay strong, brother! I know you will find a solution. If you can stay determined, then your willpower will pass onto anyone you encounter, and then you will be able to achieve anything!' There was an abrupt silence from one end, causing Azlan to draw his eyebrows together in confusion. 'There is someone here. Please hang on, I will hide myself.' There is more silence for a few minutes before the voice comes back but it is not directed towards those she is communicating with. 'Wait! Stop! How did you find me? Leave me alone! I said, leave me al-' There is a loud scream on the end, causing Azlan to cover his ears out of reflex. Both Azlan and the other speaker scream 'Sister!' over the line as loud as they can manage, but there is no answer.

    'Uriel, stay safe. Do not get into harms way if at all possible. Stay hidden and keep on guard. They will be coming after one of us next and I would prefer to rescue my sister rather than join her in whatever they plan to do to her.'

    'Agreed. You stay safe as well, and be wary of everyone. You never know who might be in cahoots with the Trick Master.'

    Azlan sat down on the cotton candy snow and put a hand to his forehead, letting out a loud sigh, the conversation as a whole taking a toll on him.
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    I wasn't too crazy about being so close to the Trick Master's scrutiny. From what I could see with Azelf, he was using psychic communication and it looked like whoever was on the other line was making him anxious. I couldn't listen in, but I could tell it was all just reinforcing the idea that things were getting worse every passing minute this Trickonia cesspool showed its ugly face of horror.

    Not to mention I had a feeling I was raising suspicion to myself. A Bellossom with psychic powers was very unusual, but then again, so were a ton of other things around here. Maybe he was thinking it was just a glitch or a fluke and nothing serious. I couldn't keep chancing it, though. Eventually something would slip and I wouldn't be prepared for it, so I had to start thinking of ways to do something that would make this whole thing worth the time and effort.

    "We'd better get out of here," I told the others, seeing Slateport, if this pile of candy ruins and dust really was Slateport, really had nothing left for us. "Regardless of the kind of damage it does, we need to hunt down the Trick Master's legendaries. Worrying about reversing the damage is just something we have to handle later."

    I wasn't sure how we could kill off the false legendaries faster than the Trick Master could create them. Only one thing came to mind.

    Distracting and exhausting him. Despite his powers, he still had the mind of a human. His powers were extreme and limited only to his imagination. And I... needed to exhaust his imagination. To the point where his creative muse hit maximum writer's block and he simply couldn't dream up any more garbage to throw at us because he had exhausted everything his creative mind could vomit out. But this was NOT, by any means, going to be a fun experience.

    Sloane and Azelf, along with the real legendaries, could be given time to kill off the Trick Master's legendaries if... I revealed myself to the Trick Master. He couldn't focus on dealing with me and Sloane at the same time. But it did mean I'd end up having to subject myself to plenty of the Trick Master's tortures and I'd have to tear my way through them until he couldn't think of any more. I had to be confident that I could outsmart his traps like I did with the zombie and the fat Goodra, no matter how bad the situation seemed. In fact, I was getting a better handle at figuring out the ways of this place. The only way to keep the plan secret was to communicate through Azelf, who could then telepathically tell Sloane the plan and who I really was.

    I looked to Azelf, and just made this psychic message quick. I didn't want any of those bastard legendaries overhearing this. Especially no one like those two stupid cats that Azelf eviscerated.

    <I'm going to need you and Sloane to find and gather the real legendaries and start killing off the Trick Master's fake ones. Sloane knows me, I'm Jonathan, a friend of hers, but I know the second I speak that name out loud, I'm target priority one for the Trick Master and I probably won't last another five seconds without him doing something nefarious to me. While he's dealing with me, it's drawing his attention away from the two of you and what's going on with his minions. He can't be dealing with both of us since there's only one of him. I'll try to keep in contact if I can. I know your psychic signature and it shouldn't be too difficult for me to find again. Good luck, buddy.>

    With that message sent across, it was time to let the truth out. This plan was reckless, but it was the only thing that I thought would work. Not to mention with Sloane hurt and aching the way she was, I'd rather be taking the direct pain and punishment than let her deal with it.

    "I have a confession to make," I told Lei and Jubilee with a hard sigh. "I'm sorry, but I'm not really a Bellossom."

    "No?" Jubilee asked me, looking very surprised. "But you definitely look like one, Wishflower!"

    "I'm not," I told her, looking at eyes with a shameful but compassionate smile. "The guilt's been killing me lately and it just keeps getting worse. I'm sorry, you two, but I'm normally a human. This was simply meant to be a disguise and when I found the two of you, I was really happy to have friends like you to help have my back. But the whole time, I felt like I was lying. Both of you believed I was the real deal and you both deserve to know the truth."

    "Oh..." Lei muttered, looking shocked but sympathetic. "I never would have guessed, but you definitely seem like a very nice Bellossom. But... who are you really?"

    Now here, I wasn't sure if the Trick Master was going to think I was being careless with the confession. I wasn't lying when I said the guilt was killing me.

    "Jonathan," I whispered to Lei and Jubilee, pretending I thought that would be enough for the Trick Master not to overhear. "Don't say it too loud, because-"

    And then, boom. Just as I suspected.

    "Because WHAT!? You're afraid of ME LISTENING IN!?"

    I tried to act shocked and surprised, and in a way, I kind of was. I was definitely going to have to brace myself for whatever hell this guy had in store.

    "No way, that's impossible!" I shouted at the sky, trying to act as best as I could to think I could have gotten away with telling them. "You couldn't have heard that! Where the hell are you eavesdropping!?"

    "Quite a cute disguise, Jonathan. You had everyone fooled, and it figures you let something like guilt blow your cover. Or your overconfidence in thinking that I wouldn't be watching and listening. I've been waiting to hear your name somewhere, anywhere, and now it all makes sense coming from you. I have ears everywhere. That's just how gods are. I see and know all."

    Not quite, you stupid bastard.

    "You're no god," I shouted back. "You're just some psycho maniac who only got his powers from three lousy wishes. Without Jirachi, you'd be nothing but some rejected circus clown!"

    "No matter. Wave goodbye to your friends, Jonathan. We're going to have some fun."

    I just looked to Sloane for that one last second, and then everything went black as I was suddenly whisked away and vanished completely from sight...

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    Sloane noticed how troubled everyone looked by the recent developments. She wouldn't deny she felt somewhat troubled as well, with the Trick Master’s influence constantly fighting for dominance inside her head. But she had to stay positive! It's what Dylan would want her to do. After all, Sloane was the optimistic of the couple.

    “Azlan, is something the matter?” Sloane asked. Azlan cast a side glance before returning his gaze to the ground. Sloane took that as a yes. Was it possible something had happened to one or both of his siblings. Sloane noticed Azlan perk up and look over at one of the Bellossom with interest. She had seen them all conversing quite a bit lately but had no idea what they were saying, which irritated her. She wanted to be included but had no idea how to insert herself in.

    “Wait, Bellossom what do you-” Azlan stopped when he realized Jonathan had already made up his mind. He took a deep breath and sighed. If this was what he wished, then so be it. Azlan saw no reason to stop him other than it might upset Sloane, but Azlan could take the heat for that if it came to that. Azlan watched as the Bellossom began to speak to the others. Suddenly the Trick Master’s voice came booming out, making Sloane jump. A look of confusion spread across her face when he referred to the Bellossom as Jonathan, until the realization hit her. She stared at Jonathan then jumped out at him.

    “No! Jonathan, no, don’t leave me!” She tried to grab onto him but he was gone before he could get him. Sloane felt tears rush to her eyes. “Jonathan… no…” Azlan started to move beside her when a voice called out.

    “Sloane!”

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    Slateport City
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    Dylan and Fox had seen the collapse of Slateport, causing them to double their efforts towards the city. They had to see if there were any survivors in the area. Moving much quicker than before, the two swished through the air, dodging the people and pokemon that were fleeing the wreckage. It was then that Fox spotted a group huddled nearby and the braid was unmistakable.

    “Dylan! Dylan, look over there!” Dylan shifted his attention to the direction Fox was pointing. His eyes widened when he saw Sloane’s braid. He didn’t waste a second, shooting off towards her.

    “Sloane!” Sloane looked up only to be tackled by Dylan in a hug. “You’re okay! Oh my Arceus, you have no idea how worried I was.” Sloane sniffed and hugged Dylan back tightly.

    “Dylan,” she whimpered, “I missed you! You’re alive. You’re okay. Thank the heavens.” The two held each other close for a few minutes, whispering quietly when Sloane suddenly gasped and her eyes became unfocused. Dylan pulled back slightly then glanced down and swore.

    “Damn it! Sloane, don’t do this! I just got you back! I’m not letting you go that easily!” Dylan reached around Sloane, pulling a knife from her back, then plunged it into his own chest. They both collapsed into the cotton candy snow, fingers barely touching as they bled out. Their bodies disintegrated, the ashes blowing away with the wind.

    Madder Hatter-Human
    Slateport City
    Affected RPers: Neo Emolga


    “Tsk, tsk. Young love is so temperamental,” Madder said to no one in particular as he retrieved his knife. Dylan and Sloane’s blood were still on the blade, trickling down to the hilt as Madder examined it. “Oh well, I wish them the best of fortune. May they end up together after their long due separation. Blah blah.” Madder glanced over to Azlan and the two bellossom. “Oh? And what have we here? You’re that hybrid from earlier, aren’t you? And more fresh meat, it seems. Good, I will enjoy carving out your corpses!”

    Sloane Jackson and Dylan Thomas- Nidorina and Nidorino
    Hoenn Safari Zone
    Affected RPers: @Shenili


    “Ngh… Dylan?” Sloane rubbed her eyes as she tried to sit up. She felt awkwardly shaped, like the body wasn’t meant to fit her. She glanced down at her hands and gasped. “This… this isn’t right!” Sloane looked around before spotting a Nidorino that was unconscious. She ran over to it and gently shook him. “Hey… wake up! Come on!” The Nidorino groaned and looked up.

    “Sloane? Is that you?” he asked.

    “Yeah! It’s me! Dylan?”

    “In the flesh and blood.” Sloane sighed with relief then looked around. Exactly where were they?
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    Jonathan Bradshaw - Bellossom
    Slateport City, Hoenn
    Affected RPers: @Noblejanobii


    Sloane only realized it just a second too late.

    "No!" She shouted. "Jonathan, no, don't leave me!"

    I didn't want to leave her, but I was just helpless to do anything about it, and I could only hope she would make the best of what was about to happen. Everything had just gone black and I lost sight of everything. But in that fading sight, I had seen something unsettling. That knife-wielding psycho had returned, but I couldn't do a damn thing to stop him...



    I honestly felt ready for anything. Violent, painful, disgusting, stupid, I had seen just about every color of this maniac's dreamworlds and I knew he simply wanted me broken, not dead or helpless.


    Jonathan Bradshaw - Stunky
    Outside of Rustboro City, Hoenn


    "WAKE UP!"

    Sweet mother of Arceus, I woke up with a start. I opened my eyes and couldn't believe what I was seeing.

    A classroom... but all the students and the teacher were all Pokémon. And it was outside in the open with little desks made of wood and even a chalkboard up in front. What the hell. The teacher, some crabby-looking Clefable, and all of the students, all various unevolved Pokémon, were looking at me and giggling.

    "That's the second time today you've fallen asleep in my class!" the crabby Celfable shouted at me. "I want you to see me after the bell. This is unacceptable behavior!"

    "Whatever," I replied.

    Whatever was right. I had graduated freaking college years ago, so whatever crap these kiddie Pokémon were learning was probably something I could ace in two seconds.

    "Don't whatever me!" the cranky Celfable shouted. "Do as you're told, and don't talk back!"

    I wasn't sure what the Trick Master was attempting to do this time, but this was laughably mild in comparison to some of the other crap he's put me through. The Clefable went back to teaching the class about what looked like basic mathematics. Seriously second grade garbage. Come on.

    She went back to teaching and I didn't even bother taking notes. Ooh, two apples plus nine apples equals guess how many apples? Please, I had been doing personal finances for years, so this was just a waste of my time.

    I then felt a slight groaning in my stomach.

    Hunger? No, it didn't feel like that, though. It was more of a sickly kind of feeling. Almost like I needed to go to the bathroom. At first, it didn't make sense, but then I realized I wasn't a Bellossom anymore. Nope. I had purple and beige fur. I didn't have a mirror on me, so I didn't know exactly what Pokémon I was...

    The groaning got a little louder. I was hoping no one else heard it, but so far, it didn't seem like it was the case. I wasn't even paying much attention to what the Clefable was teaching, but I figured it might be a good idea to try and get out of here if I could.

    "Hey, teach," I spoke up. "Could I get-"

    "BE QUIET!" she shouted.

    Well, so much for that. I just rolled my eyes and figured maybe I could speed up this stupid lesson and get out of here faster.

    "So, who can tell me what two apples plus nine apples equals?" the crabby Celfable asked.

    "Eleven!" I shouted, trying to speed this along. "Come on, this is easy!"

    "Raise your hand when you have the answer!" she shouted back at me. "And no, that's incorrect."

    What!? Oh, this had to be a joke.

    "Yeah, nine, ten, eleven," I told her, thinking she had gone senile. "Don't you know how to count?"

    "No, no, no!" she shouted as she got angrier. "You're skipping twenty, fourteen, and twelve again! We talked about this! Don't you know how to carry over the number!?"

    I started laughing. Wow, this was exceedingly stupid. Trick Master, good luck hiring an accountant if you liked screwing around with math in your stupid dreamworlds.

    "It's eleven," I reminded her. "Or at least in the-"

    I was then cutoff. Before I could finish what I was saying... I farted. It was just a small fart, but it was definitely loud enough for the class to hear.

    "Eww!" one of the students, an Eevee, giggled. "That's gross!"

    "Yeah, like I said, a bathroom break would be cool," I told the Clefable.

    "NO!" she shouted again. "Now pay attention! I will not have you wasting any more time in my class!"

    Boy, was she going to be sorry.

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    Azlan and Madder Hatter- Azelf Gijinka and Human
    The Ruins of Slateport City
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    Madder snickered as he saw Azlan form the Kusanagi in his hands again. The stupid hybrid thought a silly sword could stop his need to cut them. He wanted to taste their blood. He wanted them to scream. Azlan's eyes flicked back to the two Bellossom behind him. Ah, he was trying to protect them, it seemed. His weakness. Good to know. As Azlan stood up, he raised his sword in a defensive position. Madder immediately reacted, his knife aimed in an attack. Azlan blocked Madder's first few hits, predicting each move Madder was making. This was frustrating to Madder. He could not let this hybrid out class him. Madder ducked under his next strike and tossed out another blade. Azlan, however, noticed, and froze the blade with his psychic abilities. He paused, as if sensing something about Madder.

    Azlan pushed Madder back and nodded to himself. This man was not as he seemed. There were two people inside one body, it felt like. Each time their blades touched, Azlan could sense a second presence within Madder. Was it possible to bring this man to the surface? Azlan could try, but it would not be easy. He would have to get a clear shot at Madder's forehead. Thankfully, Madder seemed very intent on performing close combat.

    Azlan lept back as Madder ran forward. He parried Madder's attacks one after the other, watching for a pattern. It took several turns, but Azlan eventually caught a slight repetition within Madder's movements. With that in mind, Azlan struck. He knocked away Madder's knife, causing a second of distraction for Madder. Azlan shot forward, pressing his thumb to Madder's forehead. Madder froze, Azlan's psychic energy forcing him still. Azlan's eyes began to glow as he reached into Madder and grabbed hold of the other aura. Azlan pulled hard, and the presence seemed to awaken. It began to fight against Madder, quickly gaining the upper hand. Azlan released his psychic energy and Madder collapsed on the ground. He breathed hard and pressed a hand to his face. Azlan stood a few steps back, still prepared for another attack.

    "Am I back? Am I really back?" The man lifted his head. He looked around and locked eyes with Azlan. Overall, the man looked exactly the same as Madder, except his eyes seemed tamer. "Did I manage to take over from Madder?"

    "It seems so," Azlan replied.
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