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Roars and thunder became interchangeable. The world broke and levitated towards the sky and its hungry red clouds. Spared, a fate worse than death awaited the lone survivor of the region. A heap of defeat, the Galarian could only weep into his hands. What could he do in the face of such frightening power but despair?
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The fate of the world, or perhaps the universe, possibly even the dimension was sealed. Would the storm consume all, swirling in a slow centripetal death spiral towards its gaping maw, like a sentient black hole? When this was done, would only he remain, floating in the midst of nothingness? The last witness...
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While there was the motion of entropy all around him, a shadow pried his eyes from the bleak future before him. There hovering around him clumsily, teetering and tottering on its nutation, was the β he had given to Ruby Walker almost a year ago. It was not apparent to him how he knew, but there was an odd familiarity in the gaze cast upon him.
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It swirled around him until it came right up to the boy's face. It wiggled in a way... a peculiar way... Was it trying to usher him somewhere? Sniffling, Andy mopped at his tear stained face with his sleeve, and clamored to his feet, hissing. His leg throbbed. The pins within his femur burned as if they were crafted from fire itself.
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This struggle to right himself seemed to please the unown. It gyrated to portray something that seemed like glee. Misery aside, it creeped the boy out, as the creature had since he was a small child visiting his grandfather in his study. The unown hovered away through the expiring landscape, occasionally glancing back to see if his charge was following.
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Stumbling over the rubble and bones littering the ground, Andy drug himself down the street as best he could until led into an alley. There his painful travel came to a halt for a moment. He heard something. It was... music. In the distance the tale tale strums of an acoustic guitar echoed towards him. The unown stopped when he noticed the human had.
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It began to gyrate once more in what looked like happiness again.
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Did it hear it too? None the less, the pokemon's motions once more urged Andy forwards. As they crossed the ruins towards a steadily disappearing building, the song was distinctly dulcet, yet melancholy. Struggling through the door over the building's broken guts that blocked it, his chocolate hues spotted a man sat upon the sideways remains of a concrete pillar.
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''Cast out of heaven~ ♪'' The strings were plucked in a fitting auditory representation of the stranger's melancholy. ''Just as the cold black cloud coming down~ ♫'' His weathered fingers, each tipped in a bright, sharp yellow nail picked at the strings once again. Sorrow creased his wrinkles ebony face. Soul painted his words.
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''World burning down~ ♪'' While his clothes were disheveled, his salt and pepper hair was carved into a near perfect orb atop his scalp. ''While everyone dancing around like a clown~ ♫'' From the afro, bangs framed his face as if they were too sharp horns stabbing towards his clean shaven chin. ''Want to run away~ ♪''
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''But it ain't gonna change unless you stay~ ♫'' The β floated around the old man as it flexed and gyrated, perhaps dancing. Its eye closed in pleasure at his song. ''Maybe it ain't worth the pain~ ♪'' The scene was paradoxical given what what going on just outside. Cautious and confused, Andy wandered closer to the singer carefully. Who knew what madness spawned this vision.
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''Reach out to make it right, and it feel like a ball and chain~ ♫'' The sorrowful tone was plucked from the keys yet again, until suddenly the man slapped his hand flat upon them, executing the sound. His eyes flicked open to pierce the Galarian with a wisdom filled gaze. The eyes glowed red, held in place by pitch black sclera. Startled, Andy took a step back away from him.
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''Don't worry none, child,'' his baritone voice seemed to drown out even the thunder. Another step back, and the youth tripped over some unseen debris, falling backwards. ''I been around a long time. There's more than one way to skin a kat.'' Echoing laughter boomed louder as he tumbled until his back smashed into something. A table collapsed beneath him. A chair tangled his legs.
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''Ouch! Ah! Fuck!'' The ballroom ceiling was high above his sprawled form. With a groan, he pressed against the floor and the wreckage to sit up enough the see the cloud wafting around the room. Had he gotten out? Could he go back in? Why would he do that? Why would anyone? Such musings were interpreted by the swirling visions just before him in the mist. It looked as if a pair of wings spread wide, before carrying a shadow up and further within.
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Until it disappeard.

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