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[attr="class","samjermain"]Her original entry to this realm was not planned. She had been on the way home from treating a patient—looking forward to an afternoon with her daughter—when the earth itself swallowed her up. Soon enough, the doctor became a member of a group of determined women. Or, to be more accurate, she became their burden.

After dispatching a mindless mechatronic Corviknight, the quintet made their way to a portal. Not wanting to seem pushy, Aubre let all of them depart first. As her turn neared, her heart soared. She turned to grin at her Helioptile. If things went well, her daughter would be none the wiser. Mommy would tuck her in just like every night before.

But, as she stuck her foot through, the portal began to waver like heat on a summer day. Then, with a pop, it vanished.

Aubre laughed. A shaking finger lifted to point at the now unremarkable air. “Hahahaha!” Her hand clutched at the now empty air, the humorless noise slowly warping into sobs.

She collapsed onto the cold steel of the earth. Around her, the ticking gears reminded her of each second lost. “Al!” Aubre is breathless, her voice a hushed whisper. “It's gone!” No shit, Sherlock. Let's tell him the sky is blue. “I—I don’t think I can find another one on my own.” For once, he didn’t respond with a quippy sentence on his notepad. Instead, he just squeezed her shoulder. Right. You're not alone.

For a while, she followed like a disheartened dog on a leash. The little electric lizard kept an eye out for a suitable camping spot. Finally, he found a clockwork cottage where the door opened. It was some cuckoo clock thing before, the slider shattered beyond repair. The figure leaned against the corner, the bipedal Thievul's eyes glowing conspiratorially.

and, for the first night, they just sat there. Eerie music echoed from every corner of this dead, facsimile world. Occasionally, the steps of something terrible could be heard just outside.

Slowly, the rubberband holding her from despair weaved itself back together. A snack bar from her bag enough to stop the rumbling in their tummies. The messenger bag at her side gave her enough supplies for a few days. It included her doctor’s jacket and two spare outfits. There was also a wide assortment of medical supplies. A survey of the surrounding area revealed more of the same: gears, sinister music, and the ever-present tick of life down the drain.

A shower (courtesy of her Swampert) managed to clear the doctor’s brain enough to try and plot a path forward.

It wasn’t very complicated. They would watch the portal. They would wait.

What else could they do?

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18 begin building a base camp/settlement of some kind.

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[attr="class","samjermain"]When the air before the cottage began to waver, Alastor was scrounging the area for food. Though this was more an excuse to get some alone time than a necessity. The trio still possessed a few handfuls of dried berries and a couple more protein bars. A few vitamins The Jumpluff, without soil or sun, could only do so much. And, last he checked, human iron didn’t consist of nuts and bolts.

The fountain at the town’s center, however, was full of water. This came courtesy of the Swampert now dozing in the corner of their little hideaway.

With nothing but a flower to show for his wandering, Alastor crossed the border of the rundown clockwork town. Suddenly, a strange sensation rippled up his spine—his frill raising anxiously. What the heck was that? The shimmering air in front of him seemed to answer. “LISK!” With a noise of element, he raced into the cottage. His class gently grasped his trainer’s shirt as he gestured violently outside.

“Helilili!” He chattered into her ear, forgetting his notepad and pen for a minute.

“Al?” Aubre sighed. “What is it?” Any signs of exhaustion vanished when she spotted the rippling air through the door’s gap. With a gasp, she surged to her feet. “A portal!” For some reason, she paused to straighten her hair and jacket, as if extradimensional portals judged based on appearances. You’re just going to get your hopes up for nothing. For all you know, it could be spitting out a hoard of Ultra Beasts.

Gaping mouths...
Poisonous tentacles...
Deadly poisoned barbs...

These intrusive thoughts did not stop her from heading outside, however. “Thank Arceus!” Though they did keep her within arm’s reach of the door. A lavender-haired man appeared before her. He and insomnia (much like Aubre) seemed to be well acquainted. Realizing he had spoken, the redhead bowed. What an awkward—he’s not royalty or anything. She took a deep breath. “I’m Aubre McKenna, and I’ve been stuck here for a while. I'm so glad someone finally came—” The door behind Dylan flickered. Her mouth felt like cotton. Please, please, please. Just stay open a little while longer.

“We should probably leave before—” The portal blinked out of existence. A scream bubbled up in her throat. But she just tightened her grip on her own arm, silencing it with nail marks. “-- that happens.” With a gargantuan yawn, the Swampert joined the redhead and her lizard. “Pert?”

Making a noise like a deflated balloon, the doctor sunk to the ground.

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A thousand images flashed through the doctor’s mind. [break][break]

Her daughter clinging to her favorite book, throwing a dozen glances at the door. The worry and anger of her husband as one night missing stretched into seven. Then, her mind turned to all the firsts she would miss—an empty hand as the little girl boarded the school bus for the first time. An awkward pause as her daughter’s date stared at the half-empty table. [break][break]


They’ll think I abandoned them. Or worse, that it’s someone’s fault. She somehow doubted Leon’s morality pledge would subsist. Tears punctuated her quiet, desperate sobs. As Dylan knelt, green eyes lifted to his. She swallowed. An anxious hand dug into her knees.”Y-yeah.” Chewed nails scratched at the denim of her jeans. He’s right. Stop being a coward. Get up, you worthless, spineless buffoon. Unsure of the reason behind the tears, the Swampert glared at the strange man. Webbed fingers dug into the metal ground as she debated knocking him aside. A squeeze from Aubre’s hand stopped the axolotl in its tracks. [break][break]

“You’re right.” With a grunt, the doctor pushed herself to her feet. “I’m sorry. I’ve just—it’s been a lot. Being away from my daughter like this.” An audible tick punctuated her sentence. She laughed. Just so she wouldn’t cry. “And, apparently, I’m not cut out for life in a clock.” Each tick just brought to mind the fact that another second had come and gone. It also reminded her that patrols would be around soon. With them, the pounding of her chest she swore was louder than these damnable automatons. Just move. This young man has a life too. Left foot. Right foot. [break][break]

Turning toward the east, Aubre began to pick her way toward a small manor in the distance. “I ended up here about a week ago.” Her Swampert took up the rear position. “We were picked up by a Corviknight, but we—we subdued it.” Cut the beautiful thing into goddamned pieces. A door opened nearby as a series of dancing figures emerged.

"Oh no!" Weren’t they early? Had she really cost them that much time? The Thievul at the front of the line jerkily turned toward them. An axe gleamed in the mechanical fox’s paws. [break][break]

The doctor hissed and grabbed Dylan’s hand. “Dance!” She curtsied awkwardly, her entire body trembling. “Now.”

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The redhead nodded.”Y-yeah. She is.” Aubre’s voice seems to piece itself back together. A scarred hand bunched irritably at her side—the answer not even having the benefit of a target. “And, I can’t keep her waiting.” The cracks in tone are sealed by stubbornness and self-immolation. It’s even harder for her, and here you are wallowing in self-pity like a damned Grumpig in the mud. A nervous hand rearranges frizzy curls into place as she forces herself to literally face forward. [break][break]

As Dylan spoke, Aubre’s ruffled feathers smoothed somewhat. Just hearing something other than spinning gears and cuckoo clocks helped her feel more grounded. It was harder to notice the waterboarding. “Slime? Maybe something from a Reuniculus?” The doctor’s curiosity took hold. A question like this is a welcome distraction from the grating noises of the gear beneath their feet. “Medical, huh? It’d explain the bags—I know I never got any sleep.” She winced. "Sorry. I shouldn't have said that out loud." Maybe it was her own sleep deprivation at work. You'll be lucky if he doesn't just leave you hear. Meeting a man and insulting him in the same breath. Where are your manners?[break][break]

“I’m glad you’re all right. That sounds terrifying.” At least the Corviknight had been slow and physical. It certainly didn’t spit fire. [break][break]

A squeak of surprise punctuated their initial spin. “!?” A few stumbling steps get her into some semblance of rhythm. All the while, her cheeks turn more and more red. She’d never even held hands with anyone but her husband. Behind them, her two Pokemon tried to imitate the human’s strange movements. The Swampert tried to draw the Grimmsnarl in while the Heliolisk kept beat with his expanding frill.
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Please work. Oh, Arceus, they’re looking at us! Her heart’s pounding swelled until it overwhelmed the ticking of the clock. She could just imagine the axes sliding down her back. Those vicious, lifeless eyes stared at her secret with a detached, analytical stare. Then, something clicked. With a series of grating, jerking movements, the suspicious Thievul made their way back to their little henhouse.

A shaky, sobbing breath escaped Aubre as she dropped her hands to her knees. “I—I thought they were going to—” She gulped for breath. “--they almost—” She swallowed. Finally, the doctor settled for a simple nod. “Thank you.”

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Her voice repeats what he said slowly—reminding herself of a Chatot. “A…lime rind?” The puzzle seems to capture her attention for a moment. Her mind runs through every Pokemon she can think of. Which, when it’s required, is suddenly very few. What makes you think it’s from a Pokemon, anyway? Talk about being closed-minded, Aubre. It could be a lubricant, a strange cultural remnant, or literally anything else. Dylan’s admission draws her attention. “It’s not too late to go back.” The veterinarian mutters. “If you want to. Obviously.” [break][break]

The redhead looked at the fading silhouettes with an almost forlorn expression. “I have to remind myself of that..” Her voice is whisper quiet. Some part of her hopes the Thievul’s ears are just for show. “And I have to think that’s better. Can you imagine living life in an endless loop?” Was there any kind of consciousness in there? When that Corviknight died, Aubre thought she saw a flicker of something. But she felt bad when her foot smacked a rock too hard. As Dylan talked about the why behind this place, goosebumps raced up her arms. She shuddered. “I am glad whoever created them is gone.” The idea of a Jigsaw running around this place was horrifying.[break][break]

A few mental countdowns allowed her to regain her composure. Or, at least, as much as she could in a terrible, backward place like this. “Our base?” At his words, green eyes lifted to the door in front of him. She dropped her gaze to check the building’s entrance. The dust here had not been disturbed in some time. The conspicuous slots were also absent. Cheery smoke wafted out of the roof. “I think a reset would be nice.”[break][break]

With help from her Swampert, the redhead tried to tug the old doors open. But, just as she got to a point she could see into the cavern beyond, something began to whir. Gears clicked and the door slammed shut. “BOOM!” Aubre jumped.

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The redhead blinked back tears. “You’re right. Thank—thank you.” She appreciated the young man’s kindness, even if she doubted the truth of them. She knew how important hope was, even if it came from a lie. His shout startled her. “Of course. How could I not?” Aubre eventually murmured, not sure who she was trying to convince. At his dream, her lips again tilted upward. “I look forward to it. Maybe I’ll hear you on the radio one day.” Well, as long as he played music she enjoyed. Hardcore metal and rap weren’t really her scenes. Still, it was best not to say that. Musical tastes often caused as much conflict as politics.[break][break]

At the noise, Aubre’s breath caught in her chest. Terrified green eyes swept up and down the main thoroughfare as if expecting a squadron of armed guards. This was done even though she knew the animatronics did not seem to have ears. Slowly, her pounding heart reined itself back to a canter. It wasn’t even that loud, you nitwit. Arceus, stop freaking out. It’s not good for you. As Dylan made the offer, Aubre chewed thoughtfully at her lip.[break][break]

“No, I—” She took a deep breath to banish the tremble in her voice. “---if we break the door down, there’s nothing to keep them out." The redhead turned thoughtful. "Do you have anyone that can jam it?” Her eyes drifted toward the Pokemon who’d made the journey with her. Unfortunately, none of them were made of steel. They also did not have any attacks hard enough to stop the whirring gears. “Maybe a steel or rock type?” Again, her eyes drifted hopefully to her own companions. But, just like earlier, all she received was a shrug.[break][break]

An audible click followed. Something, somewhere had opened.

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The redhead’s cheeks pinkened. Sure, it was just turning her own words back on her, but it felt special somehow. It’d been a while since someone—outside of family—smiled when she walked in. “Well, not too soon I hope.” Realizing that might be misinterpreted, she lifted a hand in pause. The gesture itself was awkward. “I mean—not because I do not want to see you, of course. I’m a doctor, so if you see me, well…” People rarely took their Pokemon to a center for fun.
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His explanation earned a nod. It was a sound plan—one she felt stupid for overlooking. “Go ahead.” Though no order came, Serena moved to stand next to the Grimmsnarl again. Aubre steps forward. Her hand hovers just behind them, as if a gesture can help. “Just be careful, all right? That thing could tear your fingers off.” With a nod, the Swampert began to pull. Inch by inch, the door cranked forward. The now frozen gears—shrunk—skipped past one another. “Pert!” A final heave set the door into their alcove. A webbed hand ushered the two inside.
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At the noises, Aubre turned to face the street. Her heart pounded in her chest, almost drowning out Dylan’s words. “You want to stay out—no.” The redhead protested. “There’s no reason to—” Alastor grabbed her hand. Scaly fingers squeezed it. “Lilisk.” This soft, sad statement needed no translation. That was what he called Michaela. “No, I have to—!-”
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The Skeledirge burst into being. Its shadowy, billowing body seemed more smoke than fire. Its eyes—so dark—made her shudder. The doctor retreated. Though, this was due more to the flaming crocodile than any desire to run. “Just—I can help. Please.”
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She wanted to help. You’re no help to anyone. Aubre shook her head. I can’t just let him do this. A spark from Alastor sent her reeling back behind the door. A shared glance between Alastor and the Swampert followed. A broad arm shoved her trainer inside as the Grimmsnarl followed. The door closed. Inside, a dimly lit light flared to life. The door reeled shut again.
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At the room’s center, something drew breath. Something blue, red, and broken. Tears sprang to her eyes as she approached the automaton. “Arceus…”

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