What would you do if all your dreams came true? From your deepest wishes of success and grandeur, to your darkest desires of pleasure and spite?
Kayla, a Buneary adventurer one day discovers that she has this very power - the power to make her dream...
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"Help me..."
Kayla's eyes shot open at the clarity of the voice. Directly above her was a dark collection of cords, pipes, and other metallic doohickies. It was as cold as a fridge here, especially her back, while a low humming vibrated in the background.
"Help me!" Jirachi's voice came even louder.
Kayla gasped and hopped to her feet, immediately banging her head against the ceiling. The ceiling was low enough that her ears rubbed against it with her standing up, to her annoyance. She was plopped in the middle of this corridor of pipes and wiring, where both in front and behind her were shrouded in bright white light, obscuring everything. Once she got a hold of herself, she shivered from how cold it was. Whatever surface she rubbed against sent chills through her bones, even though it was her fluff touching it. I almost felt like the space was getting tighter.
"J-Jirachi? Is that you?" she asked in panic. "G-got to g-get out of here..."
"Kayla!" Jirachi cried in the distance. She couldn't tell where he was, even with her abilities. His voice echoed from both ends of the corridor, bouncing from ceiling to floor and back like a broken record. No, it was as if the floor and ceiling were talking at the same time.
"Where are you?" Kayla frantically searched left and right. Nothing was changing, and yet she felt continuously more squashed, crushed by this cold setting.
"You have to find me. Please hurry! Use your powers and find me!" Jirachi begged.
"I don't have much time. Kayla, you must use your powers to find me. You are not truly here. Sync your conscious and subconscious, and you may find me," Jirachi explained.
"Sync my- I don't get it," she huffed.
"No, she's here. She found me. Kayla, I beg of you! Hurry!" Jirachi cried.
"Jirachi? Jirachi, no!" Kayla cried.
All of a sudden, the floor crumbled to pieces. She could only gasp as she fell into total darkness, but at least it relieved the uncomfortable cold. She growled as she kept herself upright, her fluff skirt expanding and flowing upwards to act as an impromptu parachute. It barely slowed her fall, but she knew she wouldn't smash to pieces upon hitting the ground, wherever that was. Fortunate Buneary things.
She wouldn't be hitting the ground, anyway. A wave of light washed over her view as if she were transported to a whole different world. Shades of blue and white surrounded her on all sides, from a beautiful, clear sky, to an endless ocean below. There were no islands, no clouds, no Wingull, nothing. Just the sky, the ocean, and herself.
Not water! She cried.
With no solution to avoid plummeting in, she took a deep breath. Despite the height she dropped from, the impact didn't hurt – her fluff parachute worked. In fact, the water had a comfortable warmth to it. Better still, the water wasn't that deep. She landed in the centre of a field of sunflowers, all as tall as her and healthily swaying in the current. Their light petals and sunflowers tickled her as she touched down on the floor.
