[X] My Assistant

[Douken Sota]

All bunnying has already been pre-approved with the characters in advance.

Flying with the Aerodactyl made a major difference when it came to travel time compared to flying above the Arcanine. Unless there was a pile of Snorlax rising higher than Mount Carello or the original size of the meteor that could of killed them, there was very little that could slow them down, let alone stop them. However, sometimes you do get some funny reactions. Like Sabre passing by another flock of Skarmory and his jaw dropping as one in the other flock cawed like crazy, as if laughing.

"Don't tell me that was the Skarmory you were trying to replace back at the farm." Bullseye as Sabre cried like crazy, throwing Douken off his back before catching his shoulders in the bird's talons. "Okay, okay, I get it. Nice set up for the Sky Drop though. You seemed to of been doing some practice."

Raising up, the bird let go of Douken before looping quickly and catching the human on his back again. That damn Xatu, Sabre thought. I'm really going to get that bitch...

With the sun quickly falling, Douken called to Pan, "Looks like night's coming. Might be a good chance to land and make camp while we can still see land this easily." The bird's have been flying nonstop anyways, so they must be exhausted as well. However, camp seemed to of found them as a rotating spotlight caught the trainers, which made Douken see what was going on.

Out on the mountainside was a light purple, four story building, stretched as long as 26 rooms (as seen by the windows) The top of the building seemed to of had a greenhouse touch to it, as all he could really see was green through the glass roof. Each end of the roof, however, had four rotating spotlights on each side and the center was set up with a helipad.

"Wonder what that is..." Douken muttered. "Hey Pan, wanna check it out?"

[Toogee]

“So you think yourself a knight in your fantasies?” Pan asked her poliwag as they raced across the dream world. “I mean, you don’t strike as the type to draw swords.”

“It is not all fantasy milady. I have been made knight errant by the Three Muskedeers, a watchman of the forest south of Mt. Carello. One day, the forest caught fire, and I was to lead the effort to save the land. It was after we split up that I was captured by the one you called Darryn. He wanted me to join his performances, but that was not my destiny. I would always be a knight, and now I serve you. And that shall remain to whatever end we face.”

Pan smiled as Frog recounted his story of his capture. It was always nice to learn more about her pokemon, even better when they could tell their story in their own words. She didn’t need to be told her pokemon would always be by her side, but it sure felt reassuring when Frog did just that.

Soon enough, the forest opened up into a vast plain. The grassy plain was broken up by a long, winding trail. At the end of the trail was their destination: an emerald castle shining brilliantly in the sunny sky.

“Castle Celadon is just up ahead, Lady Pandora.” At those words, the rapidash beneath them sped up, the wind blowing through the researcher’s hair. The green grass around them blurred as they reached top speed. Pan couldn’t make anything out around them with the exception of the sky. For some strange reason, the sky remained still, but that was not the part that took Pan by surprise.

“Why are all the clouds shaped like drowzee?”

Before Frog could respond, the two realized that they had stopped moving. Yes the rapidash was still running, but running in place. They were sitting ducks as they watched the clouds turn their heads toward them. The ginormous apparitions descended from the sky directly towards Pan and Frog. Finally, the lead “drowzee” took a hold of his nose and used it as a trumpet, sounding a fanfare that began their song.

*CLASH*

The clash of cymbals seemingly teleported human and poliwag into a vast space. It was not an empty darkness but a Technicolor light show, the vastness of which knew no end. The rapidash was gone, as was Pan’s royal outfit. Out of nowhere came a marching band full of drowzees, each blowing a brass line out of their elongated proboscises. What seemed like 20 pokemon split themselves like bacteria, their music increasing in proportion. Nor were they uniform in appearance, for there were fat ones and skinny ones, in all colors of the rainbow. Together they circled around the two as a chorus came from nowhere, and yet, everywhere.

Take heed, Take heed,
Take heed of all these drowzees,
All on key,
Do rei meemeemee,
And those, And these,
Look at all these drowzees!

The band of drowzee was divided into two as a giant version of the pokemon split the crowd. He was banging on a giant drum…or was it? Upon closer inspection, the drum was a giant tin mold. Each strike with the baton unleashed a horde of tiny drowzees, which had the appearance of gummi candies. Their bright colors contrasted heavily with the tye-dye surroundings.

Behold, Behold!
These drowzees break out of the mold,
Rather bold,
Teeheeteeheeheehee
Down there, up there,
These drowzees are everywhere!

Pan had to duck as several drowzee began launching themselves like missiles around the area. She looked up only to see an inverse drowzee (brown top, yellow bottom) performing elaborate hand motions to hypnotize human and poliwag.

A zen headbutt, a future sight.
They use them at their delight.

*FLASH*

The surprise of the explosive attack sent Pan and frog on their backs. Their vision was affected: the multicolored background turned pure white. The researcher was looking up to see yellow and white spike-covered drowzees running across the non-existent ceiling at incredible high speeds. Frog was far more interested in the cinnamon roll sitting right next to him. He went to partake, but was soon horrified at the awful sight. The pastry was actually the twisted nose of a lounging drowzee, one who was giving the pair a Cheshire smile. Needless to say, the two backed away quickly.

I love watching Jolteons,
With the occasional Cinnabon,
But those hypnosis pokemon,
They’re really creeping me out!

MUUUHAHAHAHA!

The white background darkened into pitch blackness. The nothingness around Pan and Frog soon filled with the rumbling of marching. The crowd of technicolored drowzee was descending upon the pair, their colors changing rapidly in a seizure-inducing display.

I hate the confusion that they create,
Their poison gas that permeates.
All our dreams they do partake
I really must leave from here!
More far than near!

Getting out of the way became imposible as more squads appeared in every direction (even above and below). Soon, the drowzees were surrounding Pan and Frog. Escape would be impossible, at least alone. Pan was reaching down her belt to summon another ally before they were trampled.

Not that way! Not that way!
Pray on your knees,
Oh gosh, oh geez,
Look out for these drowzees…zee..zee…zee

VENUSAUR!

The psychic pokemon went flying into the abyss as the grass type flung his massive vines around. Pan and Frog were safely upon his back, able to watch as Turnip routed the enemy.

“Good job Turnip! …Huh?”

The vines that had saved them were turning towards Pan, except they were no longer vines. They had transformed into trunks, and the venusaur they were on was rapidly shifting into the face of their worst nightmare. Pan and Frog leaped off, watching in horror as their friend was replaced with a giant face of a four-trunked teal drowzee, complete with a flower upon her head. The face then took a bite out of the nothingness, revealing an even darker abyss. The giant drowzee proceeded in the pair’s direction, chowing down upon the landscape.

She was eating the dream.

Pan frantically scooped up her poliwag and ran like hell as they played in a terrifying game of Pac-man with the abomination. The question was where would they run to? The path ahead was seemingly endless…wait! There was a light, a way out! Pan looked down at Frog and rushed towards the light.

“Let me loose, milady! I shall stall the beast while you escape.” Frog pleaded, attempting to break from Pan’s grip.

“Not on your life!” Pan replied strongly. “We’re getting out of this together.” She refused to look behind her, fearing she would lose hope the moment she sighted the creature. Her gaze remained fixed upon that white dot ahead. It became bigger and bigger as they drew nearer. She soon spotted grass, and a lake! It was a much nicer place then where Pan ended up in. Soon enough, Pan and Frog escaped the nightmare and rushed through the grass, happy to feel the cool breeze against her face. Even Douken and Justin were there, about to take a splash in the lake. How she so wanted to join them. Happy to know the nightmare was over, Pan slowed down, set Poliwag down, and waved at the others.

That was until that familiar crunching noise appeared once more. The beast that was chasing them would soon break through into Justin’s dream, making a meal of this place as well. Her smile quickly disappeared as she rushed to her boys, yelling two words to get the message across.

“DREAM EATER!”