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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They ran. She didn't know where they were running, but they ran. Kayla led the team every which way they could through the ruins and rubble and back into the streets of Hammock. The further they ran, the more the mountains of rubble and fissures turned into tarmac roads and urban settlements. The only evidence that there had been a terror attack was the evacuated population; not one Pokémon could be seen peeking through their windows, even though this part of the city was untouched.
"There they are! Don't let them escape!"
"Those freaks'll pay for this!"
"Don't let 'em outta your sight!"
Similar orders were barked and screamed as the group ran, but it only fuelled Kayla with the energy to keep going somehow. "So much for letting us leave. Don't they realise we just saved their tails?"
"This way. Follow me!" May ordered, sprinting to the front all of a sudden. It felt odd to see the usually refined Pichu running on all fours.
Kayla didn't question it and followed her. They turned corners between buildings and into alleyways, and even what looked like someone's backyard at one point. May suddenly stopped to let the team pass her, and then used her magnetism to pull a billboard down, blocking the alley they just went down.
"It'll take them a while to get through that, but keep going anyway," she returned to the front before anyone could ask.
"A whole ass – tenacious. I like it," Pola remarked.
Between that and all the stuff she pulled to pin down that monster, May's way more powerful than I thought. For a Pichu, is there any limit to her power at all? Kayla thought.
The team soon slowed, but only when the surroundings became more run-down. They stopped to catch their breath in a tight valley, where the walls stunk and seemed to be made out of mould. Water constantly trickled somewhere, while an uncomfortable moisture rubbed against them despite efforts to shimmy through.
"Ugh... I'm already gonna have to wash this, aren't I," Kayla groaned, worried about her shirt. She popped free into a clearing, where Kari happily brushed her off with her tail. "Kari...?"
The Furret gave her a gleeful smile. Her shirt was still marked with dirt and green, but at least it didn't feel slimy like those walls. Another plus for Kari, but it would still take her a while to get used to this whole assistant thing.
"What's this shit heap?" Pola raised an eyebrow.
Makeshift tents and hammocks constructed of discarded, dirty, torn material surrounded the clearing. There were a few fires which Pokémon warmed up on, while others carried smelly sacks, pushed rusty carts, or tiredly slinked down thin pathways that led deeper into the valley. The paths here weren't even dug properly, unsuitable for larger Pokémon and littered with chipped debris or loose mess. Kayla couldn't help but crinkle her nose at the smell of burning. Whatever they were burning, she couldn't identify it but she knew she didn't like it. Thanks to the tall mountains around them, it was quite dark and shadowy here, and surprisingly chilly.
