No, no, there was no fucking way in hell he was going to—
He could hear their voices
again.
Kazuko’s laughter, Demiyah’s bossy voice—despite him being the oldest. The purple mist coalesced in front of him and the Golurk, whisking the automaton Pokémon away from his presence and leaving him alone as the voices echoed out once again.
“C’mon, you idiot, aren’t you going to do what I wanted you to?”I never could, Demiyah.“Aw, Ara-nii, do that again! Again!”What, the handstand thing?“Come on, you three, settle down, your ma’s comin’ any minute now—”Dad…“How have you all been? Didn’t drive him up the wall now, did you?”Ma…The voices of his deceased family echoed around him, and he looked down—instead of seeing a white glove and the metal he was familiar with, the weight—the weight was different, like it was—
Like it was real flesh and blood.
Afraid of what was coming next, he took a step deeper into the swirling cloud of purple, stealing a glance down at his left leg—it didn’t feel as heavy as it normally did—
Oh, fucking shit.
“What?!” he hissed as he yanked the sleeve up, and was met with flesh. Actual, real-life—
The voices he was hearing, of his family—suddenly becoming screams as the sounds of crackling echoed all around him once more.
“Not again!” he hissed as he bit down on his lip, as the happy shouting became shrieking, pained noises—crackling, warping wood, Demiyah screaming but choking on the smoke; Kazuko yelling at him to run, to go—
Where was their dad? Their mother?
No sign of them, as he ran into the darkening, thickening mist, the screaming grew louder, Demiyah’s voice choking as she gasped for air, Kazuko’s wailing as he punched his way through the mist and shouting, shouting at the other to hold on—
Instead of finding his younger brother, though, he’d stumbled on something else—something absolutely
terrifying, and that they were no longer alone—there were several other people throwing Pokémon attacks at the—
What in the fucking hell was that?!
(He didn’t know jack shit about any of the legendary Pokémon outside of the tales that he knew that existed in Enju, and those were even spotty at best.)
“Wha—” he blurted out, before looking behind him and seeing that his Golurk had rematerialized once more; this time taking aim at the strange…thing (Kyurem) and letting loose a volley of
Shadow Punch attacks, launched like rocket punches as the Golurk’s fists separated from his body.
“Everyone hold onto something! I’ll be throwing an Earthquake out when you’re all secured or off the ground!” he shouted as the fists rematerialized after the attack landed a hit
somewhere on the Kyurem’s strange body, and he quickly climbed up on the golem’s shoulders.
There was a plan in his head, but he would need everyone to at least be safe before he went through with the next part of the execution of what he was thinking.
•
ah, fuck, here we go AGAIN!• Arashi gets lost in the mist, thanks
• oh shit his arm and leg changed and became flesh and blood (ty mist, you gonna traumatize him
AGAIN)
• the deeper he goes, though, the more the dream gets warped into a nightmare
• as he attempts to punch his way through, he instead finds the strange thing (Kyurem) and then sees everyone else either cowering in fear, or in sheer terror, at whatever the fuck it is
• Golurk used
Shadow Punch on the mist!Kyurem
• Arashi yells at everyone to hang onto something because he has a
plan