Things went from weird, but light hearted, to weird, but die.

Petalburg Forest seemed to crystalize and fall apiece like a shattered mirror around him. He tumbled into the void, screaming his lungs out the entire way down.

It was all so scary, and vivid.

He was afraid; it was all too real, and he felt far too lucid.

Was every dream like this? He couldn't remember them being so. His heart was beating so loudly in his chest it was drowning out the blowing wind in his ears.

And then he landed.

When he did, it was without injury- and still , the wind was knocked out of his chest. He would have lain upon the floor for several minutes just processing what in the world was happening...

But it was shifting and slithering under him, and slimy against the back of his neck.

He sprang up and scrambled to his feet, eyes wide as he realized with horror what surrounded him.

All around him, people were being torn to pieces by rotting flesh and bone.

When one of those monsters turned its gaze to him, he froze.

Only for a second, though. Next second he was up on his feet and sprinting.

"What, WHAT?!" He said, screaming in a panic as he saw several of the rotting monsters turn their attention to him. His hand found a pokeball on instinct, releasing his Flygon out into the field.

He had barely gathered his bearings before the youth had leapt onto his back, giving out orders.

"GET US OUT OF HERE!" He said, and the Flygon complied, its wings spreading wide before it swooped into the air and away from the zombie mob. His eyes focused on the only seeming shelter.

A mansion crowned by the full moon up on a tall hill.

With a flap of his wings, he speed up towards it, terrified trainer in tow.

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Angelo wasn’t going to pretend he knew shit about hacking into computers.

In the dark, hidden amongst the crates that served as cramped prisons for the plethora of glowing eyes peering out, he crouches beside a row of iron bars. All around him are the whimpers and warning snarls, mixing into a song of the captives that harmonized into one, overpowering message that rolled into every corner of the basement – desperation. They cried for freedom behind their chains and Angelo, aching from the resonation in his chest, can’t bring himself to leave them behind. Dream or not.

“Hey, sweetie… Don't worry. It’ll be over soon,” he softly croons, attempting to comfort and reassure a shivering form in their pitifully small cage. He’s alone here, surrounded by only creatures of the damned and the lost. The back of his hand is raised to linger at the edge of the bars of this particular container, feeling the sensation of hot breath tickling against his skin, so tangible Angelo wonders for the briefest of moments whether he’s really there. “You’re getting out. Then you’ll be able to do whatever you want to do and go where you want…” He doesn’t know if what he’s saying will ring true, if it even really matters but his lips still pull into a practiced, kind smile.

Rage bubbles underneath the surface, contained only by the pleading looks in innocent, pitiful eyes.

“Look at you, you’re doing so great. Not much longer now.” He praises the prisoner, not moving from his spot as it shrinks towards the back of its cage, remaining in place and uttering hushed assurances. Lacerta the Scizor is by his side, crouched within the maze of bars and using her claws to begin working through the iron bars. It’s a slow process, quiet as Angelo had requested of her, lest the screeching of metal being ripped off the hinges alert more than a human’s attention. Last thing he wanted was to fly the captive pokemon, as tense as they all were, into a panic.

“You’ll be free soon. I promise.” There’s a scratchy quality to his voice as the metal bars cast shadows in blue, turbulent eyes.


tldr; angelo stays with the captive pokemon. attempts to break them out.

Right as Chu-e was finishing his mental breakdown, there was a shift. Instead of sitting with his back to the wall inside of the mansion, he was now sitting with his back against the side of a cage. He blinked, rubbed his eyes, was slowly helped to his feet by his pokemon, which he swiftly put back into their balls to keep out of sight. He had no idea where he was or what was happening.

There was talking a ways away. The dull glow of computer light. The whines of pokemon. Chu-e tried to take a deep breath and focus himself.

He still didn't have any idea what was happening. Freaking out about it wouldn't help. Patting his pocket, Chu-e once again fumbled for his lock picking set and started to work on some of the pokemon cages. Since at this point he wasn't aware that he couldn't be seen, a distraction might be a better way to go about things. If enough of these guys got loose he could slip out. Hopefully undetected.

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tldr: chu-e still has no idea what is happening. tries to open some of the cages in case he needs a distraction.

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