There exists a reality in between realities. The land of the living, the Heavens, Hell, and Purgatory. Time and space. And in between all of that: Limbo. Limbo, Limbo, Limbo.
A tiny Pokemon, resembling gypsies from the human world, awoke from his slumber to an unfamiliar face. A face just as small and round as his.
"Did...did you free me...from that dreadful bottle?" he asked the other ghostly sprite of a Pokémon.
"I did. I was lonely", she replied. "I was carried here by a giant ghost dragon and abandoned in this place... Limbo. M-my name...my name is Marshadow."
"Marshadow...I want to say thank you, but..."
"But?" asked the little ghost fighter.
"You shouldn't have done that. I'm cursed. This place...Limbo. It's supposed to be a prison. And that bottle was my prison inside this prison" said the gypsy Pokémon in a defeated tone.
Marshadow looked on with an empathetic expression. "That's no way to live. You're not a genie. Everyone needs friends. Even you. What's your name anyway?"
"...Hoo-"
Suddenly, a large shadow cast over the two displaced Pokémon. The creature resembled a giant, ghostly, skeletal snake with wings.
"IT SEEMS THAT YOU TWO HAVE FINALLY MET. GOOD...I WILL BE NEEDING BOTH OF YOUR HELP. ESPECIALLY YOU, HOOPA."
"Hoopa..." Marshadow said to herself.
"ETERNATUS IS NEAR. THE END IS NEAR."
Hoopa recklessly approached the giant, shadowy figure and demanded answers.
"What the hell is an 'Eternatus'? Who the hell are you? Why did you free me? Put me back...please."
Marshadow spoke in a soft voice, "He has no intention of letting us go."
"What?!"
"NEVERMIND WHO I AM. WHAT MATTERS IS THAT YOU ARE THE CATALYST. YOU ARE THE GATEWAY TO ETERNATUS'S FREEDOM AS WELL AS ITS IMPRISONMENT."
"...imprisonment, huh..."
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Pokemon Syndicate
FanfictionRiolu, Froakie, Chimchar, and Treeko are young Pokemon swept into a world of conspiracy, covert military operations, government secrets, and a gritty, underground world of fast-paced action. Under the guidance of Espeon and her organization, Espeona...
