Route 4 North of Castelia City
Unova Region
15 Years before Arceus’ Release
“I tell you Allen, you're gonna love the amusement park in Nimbasa! They’ve got everything there!” said a young boy in an excited tone of voice. He was tall and thin with long black hair, he was into the goth thing so his shirt was black with a skull on it and he had a pair of black tripp pants on covered in chains.
“I know B, you said that twice already,” Allen said with a smile, he still didn’t get his best friend. Brandon was an open happy outgoing kind of guy but he dressed like he was on his way to a Dethklok concert. However, despite his odd fashion sense he was Allen’s only friend, besides Nova and Dawn of course, and his enthusiasm was alway so infectious. “Just how many times have you been there?”
Brandon spun around and started to walk backwards while he counted on his fingers, “Lets see… one, two, three, four…” He got a wide grin on his face, “More than ten? At least.”
Allen just laughed and shook his head, “Oh good Lord.”
“Cynda!”
“You can say that again Nova.” Allen laughed and looked to the Fire Mouse Pokemon walking beside him. He wished Dawn had wanted to come but it was probably for the best that she had stayed at home with his granddad. When she had curled up in the older man's lap and blew a little raspberry at him it made it clear she wasn’t interested in a weekend trip to Nimbasa, no matter how many Leppa Berries he bribed her with.
“You know man,” Brandon started,”I still don’t get why you haven’t been to the park yet? I mean heck you already have two Pokemon! And that Eevee of yours hatched knowing Iron Tail!” The boy looked to the Cyndaquil walking with them, “Didn’t Nova get a choice move or two from your dad’s Typhlosion?”
“Flame Burst and Extrasensory,” Allen answered flatly, it wasn’t that Nova knowing a Psychic move bothered him, in truth he loved it because of how out of left field it was. It had saved their butts more than a few times in the few battles they had had, but Nova didn’t like to use that move, it gave the little Fire-type migraines.
“How does a Fire-type Pokemon learn a Psychic move anyway?” Brandon asked looking right at Nova as he asked.
“Cynda Cyndaquil,” Nova answered.
“I think you just got an ‘I don’t know’ B.” Allen grinned as Nova nodded.
Brandon shrugged while still walking backwards,”Eh, just another one of the mysteries of Pokemon huh?” He turned around again as the two boys resumed their walk, falling into silence for a long while. It was not until they had reached the split in the road, one leading to Nimbasa City, the other leading towards distant rocks that marked where the Desert Resort was, that Brandon spoke again. “Hey Allen? How come you’re still sticking so close to Castelia?”
Allen raised an eyebrow, “Huh?”
Brandon gestured with his hand, “Well i mean you’ve already got two Pokemon and you're old enough to go on a journey if you want. So why do you still live with your grandpa?”
Allen sighed as the question brought up unhappy thoughts and equally unhappy memories. “It’s mostly because we’re the only family we have anymore.”
He saw Brandon smack himself with an audible slap, “Aw crap! I’m sorry bro, I guess I forgot! Your folks were in Hoenn when it happened.”
Both of Allen’s parents had died in the Cataclysm, his mother had been a Ranger and his father a Pokemon breeder.(1) It was also the reason Allen had two pokemon from the moment he had come of age. Nova was the son of his father’s Typhlosion and Dawn the Daughter of his Mother’s Sylveon. The two young Pokemon were all he had left of them now and it was still a raw spot on his heart.
“It’s okay B.” Allen’s tone was sad and his eyes downcast. “Granddad didn’t take mom’s dying well.” ‘And neither did I,’ he thought bitterly. He had loved his parents, his mother’s career as a Ranger drew her away from their home in Slateport fairly often. However she always returned with spectacular tales of her adventures, and gifts, she always came back with some souvenirs for him.(2) His father had raised him the most and had taught him so much about Pokemon, from how to identify genders to how to figure out a Pokemon’s Nature just by watching how they acted with other Pokemon.
“Still,” Brandon said, his usual cheerfulness gone, “I shouldn’t have brought it up.” Allen’s friend looked at the worn dirt road they had been traveling down, “But I suppose that just means once I’m old enough, I get to drag your butt around with me on my journey!”
As always Brandon bounced back quickly making Allen and Nova laugh, “If you say so.”
“Can you believe this place Nova!?” Allen asked slack-jawed as he stared from one towering rollercoaster to another. “Dawn doesn’t know what she’s missing!”
“Cyndaquil!” the little Fire-type replied excitedly.
“The rides aren’t even the best part!” Brandon cheered drawing the pairs attention. “I know somebody who said that Alder was gonna be here this weekend!”
“Alder?” Allen asked shocked, he had heard that the champion liked to wander about the region, though he had never even seen a picture of the nomadic man. “Champion of the Unova League Alder?”
“As if there’s any other?” Brandon said with a broad grin. “We might even see someone Battle him! How awesome would that be!?” Brandon reached down and grabbed Allen’s arm and started to pull him towards the ferris wheel, “Come on, maybe we can see where the battles are from up there!”
“Hey!” Was all Allen was able to say as he was forcibly pulled towards the ride by his friend, Nova complaining as he had to dodge the steps of people who did not see him.
The line for the ferris wheel was pretty short and soon the three of them were high in the sky. Brandon had his face pressed to the glass of the capsule determined to find the champion and see him battle. Allen and Nova were content to just look over the sea and the impressive sight of the Skyarrow Bridge until the ride ended.
As they walked off the platform that led back down to the midway, Brandon had his hands stuffed in his pockets with a sour look. “I can’t believe we didn’t see him.” He grumbled, “How does the champion not attract a huge crowd?”
“Maybe he’s keeping a low profile.” Allen offered. “I mean if I were Champion, I would get sick of so many fans real quick.” He turned and looked at the closest and larger rollercoaster, “Come on B, let’s have some fun. You’ve got all weekend to meet the Champion, if he’s even here.”
Brandon for his part sighed, “Yeah I guess you’re right.”
“Anything Nova?” Allen asked looking down to the little Fire-type.
“Cynda.” Nova replied shaking his head with a downtrodden look.
“Damn it B! Where did you go?” Allen cursed and as he wondered out loud.
“You know as a rule I don’t think a kid your age should be swearing,” said a voice, causing both trainer and Pokemon to yelp and spin to face it owner, whom was an older man, not as old as his granddad but well into his fifth decade, who laughed at their surprise and held up his hands. “Whoa! Easy there! I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.” He was tall and had long hair that was red but lightened to a orangish colour as it stretched farther from his head. It gave the man a fiery appearance. His pants were tattered and he wore an overused poncho, however what grabbed Allen’s eye were the six Pokeballs hanging from around his shoulders.
“Who are you?” Allen asked cautiously, his granddad had been clear about talking to strangers.
Though the question seemed to throw the old man off, as he raised an eyebrow in disbelief, “Seriously?” After a moment he grinned and shrugged, “No one that important I guess. But it looks like you lost someone?”
Allen slowly nodded, “My friend Brandon. He was going on about meeting the Champion.” Looking at the Pokeballs the man wore he smiled, “I guess you're here to try and battle him?”
That seemed to be funny to the man as he threw his head back and laughed hard, taking a moment to compose himself. “Something like that.”
“Hmmm… in that case why don’t we battle?” Allen suggested after a moment.
The older man balked at him, “You want to Battle?” He glanced at Nova, “How many badges do you have, kid?”
“Not a one!” Allen answered with a smile. “But I’m not talking about a real battle, Nova might get hurt.” He looked to the crowds that wandered about the park, “But if we make a good show of it, that might at least get my friend’s attention.”
The older man gave Allen a searching look, “I suppose I could call it a one-on-one warm up match.” Stepping away and walking towards one of the amusement park’s many arenas meant for Pokemon Battles. As they parted to take their sides he laughed again, “I won’t go all out cuz you're inexperienced. But don’t expect me to let you win either.”
“Of course not. A victory that’s given away is just a pretty lie!” Allen said, recalling the words his mother had used when first teaching him and Nova how to battle.
“Wise words.” The man said with an approving nod as he pulled one of the Pokeballs that hung from his right shoulder, “Go! Conkeldurr!”
“Cooooonkel!” the Fighting-type cried as it was released from its capsule only to stop dead when it saw its opponent. “Conkel?” It asked turning to its trainer.
“Call it a warm up,” the man said with a smile. “You don’t have to fight hard, just be sure to make it flashy.”
“Conkel?”
“Cyndaquil!” Nova called, drawing Conkeldurr’s attention. “Cynda cynda quil Cyndaquil!”
Conkeldurr smile and raised up its concrete pillar and slamming it down with shocking force,”COOONKELDUURR!”
The flames on Nova’s back flared up,”QUIIIIIIIIIIIL!”
“Alright then!” the old man said with a broad grin, “Use Force Palm!”
Allen reacted just as quickly,”Nova! Quick Attack into Smokescreen! Don’t let it get too close!”
Nova went tearing off at high speeds just a fraction of a second before Conkeldurr’s massive open hand crashed into the dirt at the same spot. Now out of harm’s way, Nova canceled his speed and turned letting out a large breathe that blanketed the field with thick black smoke.
“Not bad!” The old man said as he watched Nova’s flawless execution. “You certainly know how to play to your Pokemon’s strengths. Comet Punch Conkeldurr. Let’s see how fast you really are.”
“Quick Attack to evade Nova!” Allen cried.
The massive Fighting-type emerged from the cloud of smoke, jabbing at the little Fire-type with its concrete pillar, using it as one would a spear.(3) A glowing contrail was all that the naked eye could see as Nova danced around each strike, seeming to wink out of existence one moment and reappear some place else.
Allen watched as Nova moved faster than he ever had, for only being a match meant to draw a crowd things were getting serious fast. “Nova! Use Flame Burst!”
Nova dodged once more, putting a little extra distance between himself and the Conkeldurr as the flames on his back roared a little more intensely. Rearing up on his hind legs, he blew the fuel for his fire into his mouth letting it cool down for a moment before spitting it at the Fighting-type. Conkeldurr moved faster than ever, reminding both Allen and Nova that he was holding back still, and caught the shot with its pillar. The move exploded on contact and set deep cracks into the piece of concrete, while causing Conkeldurr to take a large step back to brace itself.
The older trainer gave an impressed whistle, “You two are tougher than you let on. This is actually getting interesting.”
“ALLEN!?” called a young sounding voice. “I thought we were looking for Alder, not having... random… Battles?”
Both trainers and their Pokemon turned to see a young boy a few months from being old enough to start a journey staring wide eyed at the older of the two trainers. In just the short time since the Battle began a very large crowd of people had gathered Allen frowned and glared at his friend, “There you are B! I know you wanna meet the guy but ditching me was not cool!” When Brandon remained silent Allen glared all the harder, “Are you even listening to me?”
Brandon just pointed to Allen’s opponent, “My bro is battling the Champion.” He said in a small voice that Allen almost didn’t hear.
Squinting at his friend, as if appraising his mental state, the meaning of his words finally registered. Allen’s gaze snapped to the fiery haired man standing opposite him. He was grinning and rubbing the back of his head, “Guess the Skitty’s outta the bag, huh Conkeldurr?”
The Fighting-type didn’t respond as he was staring down Nova who was looking at him like he was truly seeing him for the first time, “C-c-cyndaquil?”
Conkeldurr grinned and nodded, “Durr.”
Nova hunched down and started to shake, a mutter ran through the watching crowd about a cowardly little Pokemon. That notion lasted all of a few seconds, Allen was about to speak, worried that Nova might actually be scared. That was until a blinding white light burst from the little Fire Mouse Pokemon.
“Conkel?” Conkeldurr took another step back and raised a hand to shield its eyes.
“Nova?” Allen gasped, covering his eyes.
“Well how about that?” Alder said with a broad grin while squinting.
At the center of the shine, the little form of the Cyndaquil began to expand and elongate. His hips shifted and widened allowing for a more erect posture, while his long thin snout blunted and widened into a stouter muzzle. Countless more subtle changes occurred in the span of a few seconds and then the brilliant light faded revealing the result of Nova’s metamorphosis.
The flames across his lower back roared to life alongside a mohawk like strip along his forehead, “QUILAAAVA!”
“Looks like things just got serious.” Alder said still grinning like a kid at Christmas. “You ready to rumble Conkeldurr?”
“Duuuuurr!” It replied taking a combative stance.
“Lava!” Nova growled before using Quick Attack to relocate to Allen’s side of the field.
Allen gawked at his evolved friend before Nova gave him a hard look, causing the boy to grin, “Then we’re gonna fight to win! Right Nova!?”
“Lava!” The Volcano Pokemon declared.
Hall of Legends
Day 2 of the World Summit
Darkness spun around him, gravity seemed not to exist as he drifted through the void. There was nothing, no light, no sense of up or down, all that surrounded him was the kind of darkness that clung to a mind that was just beginning to descend into the realm of nightmares and fevered dreams. What was happening? Where was this?
Allen could feel his head pounding like the time he had far too much to drink after he had turned old enough to legally consume alcohol. While his eyes were closed he could feel the darkness in his mind shift and begin to thin, he remembered now. He remembered Xerneas, she had healed Nova. He remembered Sparkler, her concern for his wellbeing. Then he remembered… Arceus!
The instant the revelation hit him gravity reasserted itself and Allen became aware that he was in fact upside down and his head throbbed with greater intensity. Cracking open one of his eyes, Allen got a blurred view of a grey stone wall while something stirred at the edges of his still limited vision.
The throbbing in his head made the sounds he heard little more than muffled gibberish, however he could swear that the gravelly sound was Nova’s voice. As the movement at the peripherals of his vision slipped away, Allen realized that he was also spinning, rotating on a vertical axis. Something new entered his line of sight, a tall blue box with little windows… the Doctor’s time machine! Then the slender white head of Arceus.
“I beg you Lord Arceus!” Nova’s voice sounded desperate. “It will work, I swear. I’ll stake my life on it!”
Arceus chuckled, “Your confidence in him is admirable, though there is little need for such semantics my child.” Arceus paused, “It was foolhardy, though I admire the resolve it took.”
Allen was upside down, spinning, and his head was pounding; that coupled with how casually Arceus carried on a conversation set his blood to flash steam. Heat and pressure started to build making him feel as though he might explode. With a sharp intake of breath he filled his lungs and felt the heat gather there, while the sharp breath made the Alpha Pokemon turn to look at him.
Allen glared at the god for half a second before he puffed out the air in his lungs. A spiraling vortex of blue flame roared towards Arceus, capturing him in a point blank Fire Spin. Allen didn’t stop until he ran out of air in his lungs, when he finally stopped to suck in a series of gasping coughing breaths, the azure flames petered out.
As the former Human caught his breath, everyone in present went silent staring dumbfounded as Arceus blinked his eyes several times and gave himself a light shake. Allen was glaring at the Alpha pokemon as Arceus gave the inverted Fire-type a neutral expression. “Are you finished?”
Allen gave a distinctly equine snort, “I think I made my point.”
“Excellent!” the god said as he flipped Allen right side up and placed im on solid earth once again.
The moment his hard hooves clacked on the stone he fixed a hard glare at Arceus and held it for a long tense moment. That was until Allen noticed the air get warmer, “Fire Punch!” Allen turned his muzzle right into the path of a burning paw, balled up into a hard fist. The blow made Allen see stars and sent him scrambling unto his haunches, he turned his still loopy gaze to Nova who just growled, “Allen! Chill!”
Allen’s eyes went wide and he took a long deep breath. He held it for several seconds and then slowly exhaled through his nose, the tension in his muscles bleed away quickly as the air in his lungs began to run thin. As he took his next breath he rested heavier on his haunches before rising to all fours, “Thanks Nova.” The Volcano Pokemon nodded and gave him a small smile.
“So young one?” Arceus stepped up to Allen, making the shorter Fire-type crane his head back to meet his eye. “I take it you come to me having issue with the situation?”
Allen’s voice was surprisingly flat as he spoke but he smirked as he did so, “Not really.”
Not for the first time that day Arceus found himself caught by an unexpected answer, “What?”
Allen casually shrugged, “At most I’m pissed about two things. One!” He scowled at Arceus, though it was more annoyed than anything. “A little heads up would have been nice. And two! I want to know where the rest of my team is.”
Arceus was silent so a long while, the way his personality had changed so suddenly was… bizarre to him. It was as though someone had flipped a switch, or rather, ‘The burner has been turned down,’ Arceus realized. He even had to admit what he asked for was rather reasonable, or at least the second part was easy enough. However, there was nothing to be done about his complaint of a lack of foreknowledge… ‘Wait a second!’ “Are you saying you would have gone along with my decision to abandon Earth had you known in advance? Even being made into a Pokemon?”
Allen smirked, “Yeah, pretty much.” Arceus blinked at him several times.
”Well that’s a thing, huh dad? Most of the humans that we brought who come here just want their old bodies back.”
Allen felt a weight settle on top of his head and a pair of large blue eyes stared back into his. Allen smiled as he met Mew’s upside down gaze, “To be honest being a Pokemon is pretty amazing. Though I would have preferred to be one with hands, or at the very least paws.” To emphasize that point he stomped a hoof on the stone tiles.
“But you look so handsome as a Rapidash!” Mew gave him a pouty look,”And the blue flames are beautiful, I wonder what caused that?”
“Shouldn’t you know?” Allen asked raising an eyebrow.
Mew shook her head, “I have never seen a mon like you, and I’m immortal so that’s saying something.” Mew then floated off of his head and over to Arceus, “The only thing I can think of is it’s some kind of mutation.”
Arceus’s eyes glowed golden and Allen suddenly felt very exposed. When the glow faded from the god's eyes he smiled, “There is a point zero three percent variance in his genetic structure. The coding that determines the pigment of your mane and tail is unique, however the mutation is benign. So there is nothing to fear from that.” ‘Though’ Arceus thought, ‘it might just be visible in future generations.’
Allen shrugged again more to shake off the feeling like he was being looked at under a microscope than to display indifference. “I wasn’t that worried about it.” He frowned for a moment and decided to get the conversation back on track, “I am, however, very concerned for my team. For one reason or another most of them need supervision.”
“Ah yes!” Arceus said, smiling in the curious way he did without a mouth. “Tell me about them and I shall point you in the right direction.”
“Dawn is an Umbreon, She’s clever so I imagine she’ll be able to stay out of trouble.”(4)
Arceus’ eyes glowed golden again, after a few moment’s he smiled again,”You will find her in Canterlot. Whom else?”
The news that Dawn was alright gave Allen a little piece of mind, now came the one he was dreading,” And then there’s Drakarus. He’s a Hydreigon.” ‘He might be nuts but I hope he made it!’ The Dragon tended to let his temper get him into trouble.(5)
The Alpha Pokemon cast his mind out into the world again,”Once you have found the Umbreon you must look in a place called Ghastly Gorge. The Dragon shall be there.”
“I hope that place is isolated,” Allen fretted.
“Fortunately it is.” Arceus answered clearly knowing that the Brutal pokemon lived up to his categorization.
Allen nodded, “Last is Penny. She’s a Piplup and… Um… She?” He hated explaining this. Arceus eyes glowed again and continued to glow for a very long time, far longer than it had taken to locate the other two Pokemon. When his eyes faded back to their normal colour the god remained silent. “So?” Allen prompted.
“I need you to listen carefully.”
So far Dinky had been mostly confused, she had watched as her aunt's friend had tried to attack Arceus. Mister Nova had sounded scared and started trying to bargain for his safety, when Allen had breathed fire.(6) Then they started talking and everything seemed like it was going well, and then he asked about someone and Arceus’s tone got serious. The same kind of tone that the Doctor got when he was talking to bad guys.
It clearly set the former human on edge as well, “I… What?” He looked up to the god with a frown.
“I cannot tell you where the Piplup is,” Arceus said meeting Allen’s gaze with a neutral expressionless face, while the frown on the Rapidash’s muzzle turned into a scowl
“What!?!”
“My Lord!” Nova pushed Allen back, “You did not leave her behind did you?” Dinky gasped at the prospect
“No,” the god replied evenly.
“Then what's the problem!?” Allen demanded, his fiery mane billowing.
“I cannot tell you where to look because I do not see her.” the Alpha pokemon’s voice remained even and impassionate. “I can say that she is on Equus, or somewhere close to it. However it is someplace that blocks my sight.”
“That is… unsettling Father,” Dialga said, stepping up.
“Is there anything useful you can tell us?” the Doctor asked coming to stand by Nova. Dinky knew that look in her father’s eyes. “Even the the tiniest thing may be of help.”
The golden glow returned to the god’s eyes and remained that way for a long while, when the glow finally faded Arceus said, “I should not be surprised by that. Look for a Bisharp named Wiess, his path will intertwine with hers.”
Allen looked like he was about to combust, “So this Weiss guy has Penny?”
“No. He has his own path; however, it shall cross Penny’s… of that I am certain.”
The Doctor nodded, “Will this Pokemon be our friend when we find him… or our enemy?”
Dinky watched as Arceus turned his gaze back to the still damaged TARDIS,”That choice depends on whom he is employed by, he is a mercenary. Though it is likely he is still employed with the Griffon Empire and their guard.”
“I see,” the Doctor said glancing at the TARDIS as well. “Lovely.”
“Hey Dinky?” The filly turned to see Veevee staring hard at the corner of the room.
Dinky raised an eyebrow and looked between the shadowy corner and her friend, “What am I looking at?”
Veevee never took her eyes off the far end of the stone room, “Check the other corners, what do you see?”
Dinky turned to examine the rest of the room, it had four walls that curved outwards from the center of the room. At the far wall stood the TARDIS along with Arceus and the Doctor, Dinky could see a tall arch that lead to somewhere deeper in the temple. Dinky briefly wondered what she would find beyond the door, squinting she swore she could make out the shape of a stone statue with a series of dots for its face. 'What a weird statue.' Dinky turned her attention to the nearest corner, which was rather unimpressive to observe since it appeared to be an ordinary meeting place for the two stone walls. Confused, Dinky turned to her friend, “Okay, so what am I looking for?"
Veevee kept her eyes locked on the darkened corner. “That's the only spot in this room where there's a shadow."
Dinky spun her head around and looked at the other points in the room and found that the little Normal-type was right. Every point in the room was brightly lit save for this one spot. “W-what's casting it?"
"I don't know." Veevee likely would have said more but when Dinky casually walked towards the impossible shadow she lunged forward and bit down on the filly’s tail.
Dinky looked back at her Pokemon friend. “What?"
Veevee spat out the straw-colored hair. "What if it's dangerous!?" she asked in a panicked tone. "Your mom told me to keep you safe!"
Dinky rolled her eyes, "Well then come on!"
Veevee laid her ears back, "I don't know Dinky. This doesn't seem safe."
The little filly giggled, "We'll be fine. Daddy's right over there next to a god. What could possibly hurt us?"
The little Normal-type looked back at the earth stallion who was talking adamantly with Arceus. 'I guess it can't be that dangerous with Lord Arceus here.' Looking back to Dinky she sighed, "Alright but I'm going first."
Dinky rolled her eyes again, "If you insist." However she stepped aside to let the Evolution Pokemon take the lead in their mission to find out what was the cause of this phantom shadow.
Veevee bent into a low crouch and slowly stalked forwards, her eyes narrowed as she scrutinized the corner. Her eyes were lying to her, that much was obvious, so the real question was what wasn't she supposed to see? Hesitantly, she pointed her nose to the shadow and inhaled deeply and a wealth of new sensory information came pouring in. Her nose wasn't as good as a Growlithe’s or an Arcanine’s, but it was still many times greater than any human's had been. She picked up the scent of ash and grave soil, the unmistakable smell of a Ghost-type. Veevee smirked to herself and took another step forward, "Show yourself."
Silence reigned for several seconds before a long pink tongue shot out of the shadow and ran itself up her cheek coating her fur in thick sticky saliva. There was no damage done since Normal-types are immune to Ghost-type moves, but it was still disgusting and Dinky's "Eeew" showed she clearly agreed.
The tongue snaked back into the shadow and a soft voice hissed "Just go away kid. We'll pretend this never happened."
Dinky blinked at the shadow. "Mr. Loki?"
A single crimson eye opened in the center of the shadow. "I said get lost! Go play horseshoes or whatever you ponies do for fun!"
They filly raised an eyebrow. "Why are you hiding?"
The eye snapped shut. "I'm not hiding... I'm keeping a low profile. Now get outta here!"
"That's called hiding dummy!" Veevee snapped as she tried and failed to rub the spit from her coat.
"Go away," Loki said flatly from his shadowy corner.
"Not till you tell us why you're hiding," Dinky said in a curt little voice.
Both Loki's eyes snapped open into a hard Glare, "I don't have to tell you shit, kid!"
Dinky stomped her little hoof, "You better tell me or else!"
To Loki the threat carried all the weight of a six year old throwing a tantrum. Still in his faux shadow he rolled his eyes. "Or else what?" he asked, calling the filly’s bluff.
Dinky smiled at him in his shadow; it was actually so sweet and innocent that it was creepy. "Or else I'll scream about the shadow monster that just licked Veevee. And that will bring Mommy and Daddy running, Aunt Sparkler and Mr. Allen too, and probably every Pokemon that hears me."
Loki’s eyes moved to the many ponies and Pokemon still in the large room and Dinky smiled when she saw beads of sweat forming across the whole of the shadow. "You little shit."
The filly ignored the dirty word and beamed up at the Ghost. "So whatcha hiding for!?"
"For the last time I'm not hiding!" he gripped. "I'd just rather be over here."
"Suit yourself," Dinky said cheerfully as she started to suck in a breath.
"Wait!" Loki almost cried as he poked his panicked face out of the shadow. He waited a few seconds until it was clear that Dinky was not about the lose what would have been an ear shredding 'little girl' shriek. "I just don't want to meet Lord Arceus, alright."
"Why no-"
"Hahahaahaa!" Veevee, who was a matted mess, laughed out loud. "You're scared of Lord Arceus!"
Loki sneered, "I know plenty of moves that ain't Ghost-type brat, so don't think I won't beat the piss out of you."
"You’re a jerk! I'm telling!" Dinky cried spinning around on her hooves ready to gallop off only to stop as she came face to face with a small Pokemon. It was only about a foot tall and hovered at her eye level. Its body was kinda wispy at the bottom and it had a gold ring wrapped around its body while its hands floated free of its tiny torso. On its head were two upward curving horns each with a gold ring on them as well.
Hoopa smiled at her and gave a friendly wave, "Hi."