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POSTED ON Oct 4, 2021 17:56:22 GMT
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It’s the force of the words that made him stand—making sure to put the pressure on his left leg first. After searching around frantically for the cane, he made a grab for it, before looking over where the bluenette was.

“I’m sorry, I just—I can explain all of this later! he exclaimed, quickly rummaging around in his pockets and pulling out one of the several feathers he always carried with him. No matter where he went.

The words of the djinni, now coming back to fucking haunt him.

Right there, right at this very moment—

Never mind if he would hear the noises of protest, this was much more important to him—

He’d spent several weeks back then, searching for whatever the hell the ‘Interdream World’ meant. While the evening’s host had mentioned ‘Interdream Zone’, the fact of the matter was that the first word was way too close to be a coincidence.

He thought that his encounters with one of the three djinni that called Unova home would be the last—

But then—

“The Interdream World is converging upon ours.”

Those words—

“I’m really sorry, Mattie!” he called out as he hobbled forward, holding one of the purple and green feathers in his injured hand; hoping that this sign, this presence—

Would yield answers as he went directly into the swirling pink gas.

Mist? Smoke? Whatever it was.



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Mattis looked around when the sound of shattering glass echoed around them. "What was that?" he said, looking back to Alexei. But then, Dr. Holo's voice was on the intercom again, saying something about the interdream world.

What the hell was that?

He opened his mouth to say something, to ask Alexei a question, but his best friend was in the middle of grabbing his cane and standing up, fumbling and saying something that he didn't understand.

Apologizing to him.

"What are you doing? Alex, you're not supposed to-"

But suddenly, he was going away.

"Alexei! Alexei, wait!" He didn't know what this pink mist was, but Matt got up and followed after him as quickly as he could, a certain panic settling over him.

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Was it adrenaline driving him forward at this point? Maybe.

Fact of the matter was, he had to make sure he was leading with his left foot every single step he took deeper into the pink-colored fog; all the while still holding onto the feather as tightly as he could.

He didn’t know if he was going to get any answers, but boy those words that the djinni—Tornadus, if he was going to be formal about this—were ringing in his head.

Converging? Well, it’s happening right now! He thought in a panic as he looked around wildly—and then realized he was hearing voices.

Voices, from deeper within the fog. He wondered what it was all about, however—

“Don’t tell me this was another way for me to meet you?” he muttered, squinting at the purple-and-green feather he was holding, still looking around wildly. He thought he heard Mattie’s voice from somewhere, but he wasn’t too sure if it was the pink gas addling his senses or if it was the actual bluenette, but the voices he could hear were coming from somewhere deeper—

And so he continued to chase them down.

What he saw was something he was not expecting.

“What the—” he trailed off, as the pink gas began to twist around viciously, forming into shapes and—and then—

Holy shit, that was him. Only, much younger and—

“What the hell, Vic?” he muttered to himself. Only, it wasn’t like how he remembered all of this happening. He… he had… he actually had friends when he was younger? More—more friends, not just Vic?

There were several others he could pick out, and for some reason even his sestra’s boyfriend was there! What the?!

“What the actual fuck—” he hissed to himself, disbelief on his features. How the hell were all these faces suddenly hanging out with him—well, the younger version of himself—was he playing soccer with—

He was…

Normal.

Just like any other kid back home; soccer happened to be a very big thing with the kids in high school back in Mistralton.



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Alexei was still going. How was he able to move so fast when he was injured? Matt had no idea. He picked up his pace, but he was taken aback by the sight that appeared before him.

He could only assume that this was something from Alex's imagination, maybe a desire of his. He wasn't sure. Isn't that what Dr. Holo had said before this chaos ensued?

The little boy, who looked exactly like Alexei except smaller, seemed happy kicking the ball around with other children around him. People he was unfamiliar with.

A pang of panic and nausea grew in his stomach.

Did Alexei wish he had stayed home, in Unova, with a normal life? Did he wish he had never met Mattis or anyone in Hoenn?

The thought was a stab in the heart, and Matt had to come to terms with his feelings then and there. That seeing this caused so much anxiety and pain that it made him feel ill that someone he grew to love more than a friend wished to be normal.

That maybe, because of his normalness, he'd never meet Mattis.

Reaching out, he grabbed Alexei's shoulder, trying to find the words to speak. "A... Alex!"

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He could only blink and watch in silence as the little scene of the high-school aged kids playing swirled around him, the laughter ringing in his ears as the figures moved around in a familiar dance, a maneuver he’d seen Vic do so many times—but not with him, never with him, always with the other members of the team.

A sense of normalcy…

It was one of the things he knew could never happen, but the ‘what if’ possibilities lingered around in the back of his mind—why did the pink gas…mist…this substance have to bring it to life? And especially where—

This time, he was certain that he heard the bluenette’s voice as he felt a presence on his shoulder suddenly shake him out of his thoughts.

“M—Mattie,” he breathed as he slowly turned around, making sure to maneuver on his left foot as he faced the other. He was—he had a suspicion the other had seen—everything.

“Mattie. Matt,” he corrected himself. He would never call the other by the harsher form of his name, unless he was being absolutely serious about something.

“You… you saw all of that, did you,” he began quietly as he composed himself, leaning heavily on the cane as he spoke. “You saw—something—that I always knew—would never be possible, because of what I carry. Of what I am.”

Composing himself for a few moments, he soldiered on.

“The thing is, if that ever happened. I would be a completely different person, you know?” he hummed.

“It’s something I’ve long since accepted… that would never be. Because who knows if a multitude of parallel universes exist, then what would happen? What—what would you do if you met an alternate reality version of yourself?

He was afraid of what would happen if that situation ever happened to him—because his sickness, the one he’d kept tucked away for so long, that so few people knew about—had pretty much changed and defined him for who he was—at least during the earlier part of his life.

Him running away to here, to Hoenn, was the start of everything new. That he could take his own life in his own hands—but at the same time, he still had to be careful, too.

“I wouldn’t know what to do if I met my own doppelganger, honestly. From another time? From another reality? How different would they be—from the ‘me’ that you see in front of you right now. Hell, how different would you be, or would our paths have even crossed at all, if what you saw in the mist really happened…”

He stopped for a few moments to compose himself.

“But. To be honest, I’m fine with things as they are. This—this version, of me, the one who wants to be strong and to do a lot of things, but can only do so much because if I bleed, I might die. I was… I was afraid, you know. When I was attacked, back at the end of May.”

He let the silence fall between them before he continued.

“I was really afraid, that evening. That, what if, I died that night, what then? What would happen? Who would protect Fortree from the threats out there? From—from Rocket,” he whispered, his voice going so low it was almost deadly quiet.

“Who would mourn me, if—if they succeeded in killing me. Had I died that night. It’s always bothered me, you know.”

He didn’t know that the pink gas was reacting behind him once again, this time showing a quieter scene; one completely unbidden. Another one of the possibilities—

Of him, in a possible future, coming home to roost in Fortree with—

Someone.

And that someone had blue hair, although he didn’t realize it just yet.

The same someone he was talking to, right now.

His eyes were locked onto Mattie’s as he tried to find his voice again.

Holding up the hand with the purple-and-green feather, he wondered—would he be able to meet the owner of said feather once again, within the swirling mist? He had no idea.

There was no reaction coming from the feather, after all. If he still had the strange mirror, then maybe he could try; but all he had now was the feathers. The same feathers that Tornadus had eschewed and left in his possession.

“And besides, Mattie,” he finally managed to say after sinking into his own thoughts for some time, letting the quiet settle between them before plucking up the courage to continue, “I wouldn’t exchange this reality for any other. This one, the one with you in it—right here. Right now.”

Us. Us two, he continued in the back of his mind as he felt his knees trembling and threatening to give way, but he steeled himself as he looked down and touched his forehead with the bluenette’s own.

“You. Me. …Us.



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Alexei's desires, even as he explained everything to Matt, still got to him. Because even as he tried to make things clearer and make Matt understand that he did want to be here, anxiety was boiling beneath the surface.

He looked panicked, his face pale and devoid of color.

He didn't even realize that he was shaking when Alexei's forehead touched his own.

What was he saying? He couldn't understand him. Something was ringing in his ears.

When he drew back, Matt saw his parents there, laying on the floor of his childhood home in Lavaridge. They didn't move. What happened? They weren't breathing.

Then he heard laughter. He was laughing. Hysterically. Thinking, "free. I'm free. I'm not stuck to them anymore, or anyone in this crazy religion. They don't control my life anymore. They can't. I'm finally free." He didn't realize the words were spilling from his lips as he smiled at the ground where they were.

When he turned his head, hearing another noise, they had disappeared. Now, Matt was standing in front of Alexei. Wasn't he just there? He reached forward, holding his hand. On that hand, there was a ring.

His own left hand held one as well.

"Did you beat all the trainers today?" he asked Alexei, leaning against him. He didn't have his limp anymore. He seemed like he was perfectly healed. No wheelchair, nothing. He was fine.

"Of course. I did it for you," Alex said to him, though it was playful teasing. They shared a sweet moment, talking about their days and what they should do in their free time. Like they were free from their problems.

And, eventually, Matt was all over him, crawling into Alexei's lap and taking every single kiss he could take from him. Things escalated from there, not at all quiet, but hungry and lustful.

But he got to sleep with him at the end of the night, being held in those arms tightly, closely, kept warm and comforted.

Like he had always wanted when he was younger, but his parents always held that away from him.

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It was the maniacal laughter that made him look at the other with concern, at first.

Wait a second, what was going on?!

“Matt, what…are you alright there,” he asked the bluenette, concern all over his features. “What the—”

Now, he wasn’t too sure if it was the pink substance acting up or if it was the bluenette himself saying the next words, but—they were jarring. Incredibly jarring; it threw him off for a few moments.

“You—Matt, what are you saying—

It was then he realized something.

He had always wondered—why, whenever the talk back at the bar would get around to one’s parents, that the bluenette would always stay out of the conversation.

Well, to be honest, he would too—at least when one of his parents was mentioned at least. He would just draw his lips into the thinnest line and shake his head before changing the subject as best as he can.

Alexei then looked up and turned around, wondering what the pink gas was doing to the bluenette’s own dreams, doom desires and—

Very nearly got a faceful of something extremely naughty that should probably be saved for the four walls of the bedroom!

The expression on his face changed yet again—this time to one of silent wonder as he turned to face the bluenette to ask him a question—

Only for his legs to buckle underneath him before he could even say a word.



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Matt was not able to snap out of his delusions to actually acknowledge Alexei's questions. He had never seen this side of him. The one that deep down, he was harboring this ill will, and it was ready to burst forth at any given moment that triggered it.

Nor was he aware that Alex had seen his desires that involved him, the ones that he had been trying so hard to push down and hide for weeks now.

Matt only came back to reality of a thudding sound. He grabbed his head with both his hands, confused by what he saw. Then he remembered that he had chased Alexei into this pink mist, that he had seen Alexei's thoughts, and oh Arceus, did he just see his-

He found him on the ground.

"Alex. Alex, are you okay?" He knelt down, putting a hand on his shoulder.

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Much tempted as he was to pull the ‘I can’t feel my legs’ scene from a certain movie series he may or may not have watched several times because the two main idiots in the film were completely and totally denying their feelings for each other by very nearly destroying the world, all he did was look up and saw that—

Was the bluenette having a breakdown, or something?

“Matt…?” he asked, reaching for the other. “I’m… I’m fine. Mostly,” he said with a weak laugh. “As long as you’re here, I know I’ll be fine,” he added with another chuckle.

It was at this point the pink gas started to swirl around violently—and then, there was something purple bleeding in as well. Wait, purple?

“Matt—” he trailed off, eyeing the purple swirl warily. “Did—did you see something…blink there?” he asked, suddenly on high alert.

The gasses were reacting with each other, pink and purple clashing, before he saw something… something he thought he would never see again. And in frightening high quality, too.

It was the same scene that plagued him in his nightmares—

Instinctively, he would reach for his own neck, blinking as he tried to press down on a wound that wasn’t there, watching as the thick, crimson liquid spilled from the bleeding wound on his neck within the mixing gassy mist.

With nobody to save him—

“M-Matt,” he gasped, “what—what the fuck—what the fuck’s going on?”

His eyes widened as the scene shattered; only to become the same dark alleyway where he’d very nearly died. Only instead of being saved by his own Pokémon, though, nothing happened. Where was the whistle? Didn’t he summon the horde from the Sanctuary with his whistle—

He remembered hearing the sounds of a multitude of fluttering wings, but this time—there was none. Nobody—not a single Pokémon of his, or whoever else good Samaritans were there to rush him to Fortree General—appeared.

The thick crimson stain spreading from what few wounds he’d sustained only spread, growing wider and darker—

“M-Matt!” he almost screamed, recoiling in terror as the very thing that had almost happened to him became a reality—

Nothing of him remained, just a body hemorrhaging so much blood, exacerbated even further by his condition.

“No, no, no, don’t… no, that’s not… no, that’s not what happened!” he shouted at the purple-tinged smoke, mixed with pink. “That’s all a lie!”

He very nearly let go of the purple-and-green feather in his right hand, however an instinctive motion of his crammed the feather into the pocket of his overcoat; just in case he accidentally let go of said feather.

“Matt—I—that… don’t… don’t leave me here,” he heard himself say, his voice becoming a whimper as he struggled to get up but failed to do so in the process.

The sheer terror of seeing so much blood from so few injuries had frozen him on the spot.

Had it—had his condition worsened to that point?!



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It felt like things were going to go back to normal. Well, as normal as they could be after seeing each other's desires, whatever the hell that was in the pink mist. But, then Alexei started panicking.

Why was he panicking? He didn't see-

Blood.

There was red seeping through his scarf, the turtle neck, and it was becoming apparent on his clothes, consuming him. "Alex, what's happening?" he cried out, reaching forward.

But as he did, he felt hands grab at his shoulders, pulling him back forcefully. When he looked, Matt saw his parents, as though they had raised from their graves. Still oozing blood from their wounds but holding onto him firmly like they were alive.

"You can't escape your destiny. Leave that sick boy to die. He's not what you need, and you know it, Mattis. You're the one who must continue on this tradition."

He tried to struggle, thinking he was definitely stronger than a couple of living corpses. But they had a firm grasp on him, unable to let him go. Like they were glued to him. Pulling him back, further and further away.

"No! I can't- I won't! Let me go! Alexei!"

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So what happens when two people who are fighting their own internal demons are stuck within this strange, noxious mist of gas?

He was too scared to move, literally. The fact that so much blood had spilled from his wounds had rooted him to the spot, and all he could do was blink there, crawling away as best as he could manage because his legs had chosen that exact same time to not work.

However, it was the sight of the bluenette’s… this wasn’t a desire anymore, this was—what the hell was going on?!

“Matt!” he shouted, forcing himself to crawl backwards and away from the hallucination(?) he could see of himself, trying to grab the other, reaching for him.

“Matt, I’m here! I’m fine—” he gasped, willing himself not to look in the direction of where his own worst nightmare was still very much visible, instead focusing his attention on where the other was—

“Matt. Matt! They’re not—there. Look… here. I’m here. This is… this pink stuff is seriously… messed up,” he continued, forcing himself to take another breath to calm down; forcing his gaze to lock onto where the bluenette was struggling with his own inner demons.

“I’m here, I’m right here…” he went on, reaching for him again.

He didn’t know how far gone the other was due to the sheer panic that had overtaken them; however desperate times called for desperate measures (even if he didn’t know what he was getting into).

“Mattie. Matt!” he tried again, forcing himself to get up as far as his non-responding legs would allow (fuck this shit, why did they have to fail him now) and deliberately turning his attention to the bluenette.

He’d managed to force himself into a sitting position, and while trying to shake the other out of the panicked spiral they’d been thrown into head-first (at least he suspected it was going to be bad) he realized there was only one remaining alternative left; never mind if it made him tense up and get nervous like fuck—

Alexei quickly closed the distance and met the bluenette with a full-on kiss on the other’s lips.

Never mind if he could hear his own thoughts screaming at him about what the fuck was going on, he knew he had to do something to calm the other man down!



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The more he yelled, the more Matt noticed his voice was becoming distant, unable to be heard. Hands were crawling over his body, coming to clamp his mouth shut as he was dragged away.

Where was he going?

Where were they taking him?

He was so close to giving up, his muscles aching and screaming from fighting for so long and the lack of oxygen he was getting from the screaming he had done.

"See? He doesn't want you. He doesn't care. You knew that from the start. You knew that you needed to stay. You had the perfect girl picked for you. Your children are going to be spectacular."

At that point, Matt felt hot tears beginning to fall down his cheeks, his eyes squeezed shut as he almost fell limp to those hands that were holding him in place.

Unable to run.

Until he suddenly felt like the hands covering his mouth, his arms, everywhere on his body were released, and Matt nearly fell forward, into something firm.

Someone's mouth was on his.

When he opened his eyes, Matt registered that it was Alexei kissing him. Was it the dream Alexei, actually coming to save him? He couldn't tell in that moment.

He was just happy to be saved, his arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer to him. Savoring his kiss before he pulled back to catch his breath, dropping to his knees.

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“Matt,” the first word he said when the other realized what was going on after the kiss broke apart.

“Don’t—don’t look at the shit that it’s showing you,” he hissed as he hugged the bluenette closer. “Just—block it out. It’s… bad, it’s messing with your head, it’s—don’t focus on that, just—focus on…m-me, instead. The sound…of my voice.”

Shit, Alexei had never felt his throat go so dry, so fast at that statement.

He knew that the wicked substance was swirling around them; hell he could hear voices coming from it cackling and hissing in his direction—but he tried his best to blot them out. Blot it all out.

Because those voices were now whispering about ruin, about death, his death, about countless little things that he’d overheard from when he was still back home in Unova—back when he was only starting to realize the gravity of the situation he was in; the fact that he could literally die at any moment.

“Those voices you’re hearing from the purple-colored shit aren’t real, Matt, don’t… don’t let them get to you,” he went on as he hid his own head in the other’s shoulder.

“Don’t look at the mist, either, just—calm d-down, okay? I can’t… don’t cry, man, it hurts me when I see you breaking down… please?”

He’d very nearly seen something materialize in front of his line of sight, however he knew that it wasn’t real, it didn’t happen, but the way it was attacking him was meant to be a psychological swing to the mind—at least that’s how he understood it.

“You… now I know why you never talked about your family, whenever they would ask you about shit at the bar. You never joined in—that was why, right?”

Because of course both of them had…bad blood with their parents. What an irony, huh?

“Parents…they can be serious pains in the ass,” he chuckled as he kept the other man close. “I can say that because, well, mine were too.”

Oh, he didn’t want to remember how his old man would always be disappointed with him… not like with his sisters.

“Thing is, they don’t control us once we’re… once we’re out of their hair. We’re free to do what…to do what we want,” he continued.

“Anything we want.”



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Matt's ears rang, a buzzing sound that wouldn't go. What was that noise? It sounded like someone was trying to talk to him. He was staring at the ground where he was sitting, holding his legs close to him.

Who was holding onto him now?

He couldn't tell.

Slowly, the ringing subsided and the voice became clearer. Matt looked up from the ground, noticing that it was Alex holding him in his arms. Speaking to him, trying to calm him down.

"What happened?" he said, his voice raw and quiet.

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“Matt,” he began quietly as he looked into the bluenette’s face, relief in his voice—although the other was still crying.

He couldn’t help himself, reaching up to wipe those tears away in the process before he found his voice again.

“Whatever you do, don’t look into the purple shit,” he repeated himself, only this time quieter, almost a growl. “It’s causing a bunch of nightmares to come alive. Bad ones, too. The worst ones anyone could ever have. Like how mine manifested…”

He would leave it at that—for now.

From his peripheral vision, the purple gas was now—tainted with black. Pitch black.

“We have…to get out of here,” he repeated again, making sure the other didn’t break his gaze. “This shit’s fucked up,” he continued.

“Although… I might need your help to get up and walk. My legs feel like shit.”

How were they to get out of here? Was there a—

Then and there, some—letter-shaped—Pokémon emerged from the purple-black miasma. He knew what they were, having encountered a little armada that belonged to quite recently.

And then, he remembered something. Something he thought he’d all but forgotten. Reaching into another pocket, he fished out his phone, and then navigated the menus until he found something—that strange application he couldn’t delete no matter how many times he’d tried. It was there and it was going to stay. Like a festering wound.

“Do you know—anything at all—about a Pokémon called Unown?” he continued, willing himself to stand up so he didn’t have to lean so much on Mattie’s smaller frame as he was scrolling through the cursed ‘app’ he had with him right now.

They had to get out of here, out of the place where the purple and black miasma had converged.

The question was: would they be able to.



purple tainted with black; strange figures fly out of the cracks. What the fuck is an understatement at this point.

How will they get out?

(1 / 3; used Nightmare)


@mattis

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