zac ramsay
Hoenn Historia
Petalburg Woods | Contest
Zac didn’t like nightmares, and that’s definitely what this was.
Massive, monstrous legendaries tearing apart cities and crushing pokemon and trainer alike without mercy or reason?
That sure sounded like a nightmare.
So he had hidden, through worlds of sub-real formation.
Crouching behind boulders that lacked grit or chill. Watching from the insides of burning buildings, untouched by the phantom flames. It was...confusing.
For a dream as disconnected as this one, it sure seemed well formed. Shifting through a half dozen nightmare scenarios, each with a new threat, a new terrible "pokemon" to be fought off by the others, and there were others.
Tens of trainers, each moving independently and in concert with one another.
He had hid the whole time, unable to bring himself to battle these creatures.
They don't need me, thankfully. This is a fight for real trainers.Zac had tried not to watch as pokemon were slaughtered and whole city blocks were levelled by devastating blasts.
His mind had definitely gone over budget with this one.
And then the disaster had shifted and Zac had found himself on a beach. Broad waves, and beating sunlight, and for an instant Zac had felt a crunch of sand and a flicker of ocean breeze. It had terrified him.
This may not be just a dream. He realized, as his Mantine skidded over the waves, following the others to the portal.
So what is it? Time travel? Am I dead? Am I a ghost now? But if so, how can I touch things? How do ghosts work? The subject for another documentary, maybe.
The water sprayed up on him. Not wet or refreshing. Just, existent. Barely.
Zac surged through the portal and found himself in a familiar forest, on a trail heavily scattered with autumnal leaves.
He caught a whiff of loam, rot and late fruit, before everything dulled. It was longer that time. He realized, looking around for the others.
Am i getting...realer?Something scraped between the nearby trees.
A trainer? No, it's too massive. He scrabbled in his bag for a pokemon, but there
were none. He went to check again, but the bag itself was no longer there.
Definitely still a nightmare.The thing between the trees crashed closer, breaking branches as it searched for something, and suddenly, Zac felt...realer.
That musty, deep forest scent pervaded his nostrils, the sound of yearning Kricketot swelled in the undergrowth, and Zac took a step back from the lumbering shape, leaves crunched beneath him.
He pointed a semi-solid finger into the woods, acting out of instinct.
"Zappa! Blast 'im!" He shouted, the words malformed, falling strangely on his own ears, the sounds coming a half-second after he made them.
A bolt of lightning cracked from just behind him, arcing under his outstretched arm to strike the shape, which roared, collapsing sideways in a fall that Zac felt through the leaf litter.
Zac turned around, looking for the source of the lightning. It had to have been Zappa, but there were no pokemon nearby. None aside from the one he had just felled. He turned back to see the shape struggling to rise. There was a familiar weight in Zac's hand. He was holding a pokeball.
What in the heck is goin on here? Zac thought, gripping the ball. As he hesitated, the light shifted, and the glossy red sphere dulled, turning bland and pale in his weakening hands.
Aw fine. Worth a shot. He hurled the ball into the undergrowth. There was a faint melodic sound as it ricocheted off the hard shell of the beast, before the shadowy form disappeared inside, caught.
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