A Tale of Two Battle-Types - A BFDIxPokemonxPMD Story

ATOTB 7: The Return of BFDI (Blocky's Funny Doings International)

Sophia's Dreamscape

Sophia woke up with a start in a field blanketed in snow. It looked an awful lot like the contest grounds, yet nobody else was there but her. There were no flying pokemon or even ordinary birds overhead; she was completely alone.

"Hello?" she called out, fidgeting with her scarf. She was wearing a long, navy-blue winter coat, brown, fur-lined boots, and a woolen scarf and socks, but they did nothing to warm her up. It couldn't have been warmer than 20 degrees Fahrenheit, which is cold even for Adyphalon winters, at least in the daytime, so she was shivering.

She could have sworn she could hear distant voices, the voices of Rudy, Avery, Pen, Book, and some others she didn't recognize, but she couldn't make out what any of them were saying. To her, it was clear that this was a dream. So why did the cold feel so real?

Suddenly, she felt a sort of warm, soothing embrace. She remembered that whenever her mother's pet sylveon would wrap one of it's feelers around her arm, she had this same feeling. She also felt oddly light, as if she were being carried. In fact, she ended up falling back on her rear in the snow, struggling to get up.

A couple of minutes later, the soothing feeling faded away, and her feeling of weightlessness also disappeared.

"That was strange," she remarked as she stood back up.

'Hey, Soph... wake up...' someone whispered.

"Huh? Who said that?"

'Wake up,' the voice said again. This time, she recognized it as Rudy.

"Rudy? Where are you? What's going on?"

When she looked down, Sophia found that she was starting to vanish, as if somebody was taking a layer in photoshop and gradually making it more transparent. She realized that she must be waking up now, so she just let it happen as her dream self disappeared entirely.

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Moon Continent Explorer's Guild, West Coast Branch, Team Stellar's Room

"Milo, for the last time, Soph and I are just friends!" Rudy hissed as his hackles raised.

The meowstic raised his hands defensively. "Okay, sheesh! No need to get worked up about it!"

Just then, the vulpix, rested on the bed, let out an enormous yawn from her maw.

"Oh, she's waking up!" Rudy said, his hackles falling back down as he padded over to her side and propped his forepaws on the side of the bed.

"Rudy, what's going on?" she said sluggishly, not yet having opened her eyes. "I feel very cold right now... and yet, for some reason, it didn't snap me awake..."

She slowly opened her deep blue eyes to spot, right in front of her, a sylveon, whose fur was a purplish-blue where a normal sylveon would have pink fur, with their feelers colored in a similar fashion.

"Well, that's a weird sylveon," she remarked. "Rudy, where did you find it?"

The sylveon, who, unknown to her, was Rudy, looked back at Milo and Belle, and he made a shrugging gesture with his feelers.

"Rudy?" Sophia said again, looking away from the ribbon fox. "I just heard you a second ago. Where are you?"

"I'm right here," he said.

She turned her head back to face the sylveon again. "Uh... no seriously, I don't see you anywhere."

The sylveon rubbed his forehead with one of his feelers. "Right here, Soph. It's me."