Long Live the King

I: Long Live the King

The day passed faster than Prog could run, which was saying something as he is the fastest one in his training camp. He yawned as he stepped in the cabin, and found himself a place to rest. He knew tomorrow would be great.
Then he fell asleep, feeling himself depart from the wake world. His eyes reopened in his dream world. "Ah, here we are..." He spoke, stretching out. "My favorite place in existence. And trust me, I've been lots of places."
An Eevee in a crown approached him. "Why hello, Barbados. How have you been?"
"I've been great!" The young Eevee beamed. "And you, Daddy?"
"Well I've been great son, thank you." He saw his "son" holding a piece of paper. "What'cha got there?"
"Oh this..." He passed it to his "father". "It's a picture I drew of you, me, and Mommy!"
Prog smiled, noticing his own green fur, and his "wife's" fish-like figure. He also noticed a pink version of himself. "Oh and who's this?"
Barbados looked at the picture. "Oh that's Ruin! You know, Mommy's boyfriend!"
Prog woke up with a thud. "Hm...what?"
He looked up at a Leafeon. "I knew that'd wake you up," she said.
"Elm, what in the-?"
"Shh, it's three in the morning."
"Why...why am I awake at three in the morning?" He pestered the Leafeon, assuming she was just pranking him.
"I need you to come help me." She explained, the leaf on her head tossing from side to side.
"W-with what?"
"I can't tell you till we get there," she said, bowing.
"Mrr, fine. Just..." He yawned. "Get me something to eat, to wake me up."
"Done!" She said, handing him a glazed donut.
"Wh-whatever..." He muttered, stepping out the door. "So, where are we going?"
She handed him a piece of paper with coordinates on it. Upon reaching the coordinates, they were led to a cave.
"Now can you tell me what's going on?"
She nodded, then spoke in the back of his head. "It's a secret mission to find a Cresselia Feather. A Munna sent me here."
"Why...do you...need a...Cresselia Feather...?" He asked, still tired.
"I've been having horrible dreams, dreams so bad, I can't sleep. My theory is, it's Darkrai, or one of his henchmen. The only known way to cure bad dreams this bad is a Cresselia Feather." She explained, stretching.
"O-oh...okay..." Prog yawned again. "Sure I can't...can't take a nap beforehand...?" He began to doze off.
Elm kicked him in the face lightly. "I haven't been able to sleep for three days! You can deal!"
He began blinking rapidly as he woke up. "Y-yes, ma'am!" He said, grinning nervously.
"That's right!" She said, still in his mind.
They entered the cave, Prog using his gem as a light source. They trotted into the cave, unknowing of what to expect.
"Hey there!" A voice exclaimed. "What're you doing here?!"
Prog looked up to see an Aipom holding onto a branch by its tail.
"H-hiya..." Prog muttered. "Do you know where one might find a Cresselia Feather?"
The Aipom looked at him. It seemed to forget something for a second, but then it remembered. "Oh right! I'm, uh, gonna be your first challenge."
The Eevonians stood, battle ready.
"No no no!" The Aipom remembered. "You're not gonna fight me, well I don't think so...yeah, yeah, you're not gonna fight me." He breathed a sigh of relief.
Prog and Elm didn't move from their position. "Then what is our first challenge?"
"Uh...oh right! You have to find me a berry."
Prog pulled one out of his satchel, next to his shattered bifocals. "This good enough for you?"
"Uh...I think so..." It thought for another second. "Yeah, whatever."
"Good."
The two continued their journey through the cave. Prog's stomach rumbled. "Stupid Aipom." He and Elm continued and continued. Then they were stopped by a Teddiursa.
"Uh...h-hewwo I wiww be youw next chawwenge." It snuggled up by Elm.
Elm blushed. "So what is our challenge?"
"J-just wet me sweep..." Its eyes closed.
Elm tried to shake it off her leg, but it was too cute. She was having an internal conflict, which Prog could hear the whole time.
"I shouldn't. Or should I? No, it's too cute. But what about the challenge? But it just...give it a minute."
"No!" Prog interrupted. "I think this is the challenge."
Elm looked up at him. "You think?" She said aloud. He nodded.
She began to shake her leg violently. The Teddiursa didn't budge.
"How're we gonna do this?" She thought.
Prog thought for a sec. "We could use my Psychic. Or maybe spit on it."
She nodded. "The first one."
He used his mind to pull the Teddiursa off her leg. Then he began violently shaking it, waking it up.
"Vewy good job. Hope you get da Cwessewia Fedder!"
They continued their way down the cave. As it became darker, everywhere Elm stepped would leave a little plant with its very own light. Prog continued doing his job, following and shining his light, when they came upon a Meditite.
"Welcome to your last challenge."
"Yeah, yeah. Now what're we doing?" Prog asked.
"We will spar."
"Finally! I've been wanting to fight all day!" Elm thought.
"But one thing."
"Darn." Elm thought. "Always a catch."
"No STAB or super effective moves. Who will fight me?"
Prog shook his head. "I'm afraid I can't fit either of those requirements."
Elm moaned. "Fine."
"Good, good. Prepare now."
Elm grinned, but was angry on the outside. The fight began. Elm dug underground, preparing to use the element of surprise. The Meditite, however, used Earthquake. This caused her to dig right up. The Meditite began using Thunderpunch. She kicked it right into the ground. Then she blasted the final blow, another kick twice as hard as the last one. The Meditite grinned, handing Elm a key.
"Time for...for you to get your prize."
They entered the door. There it was! A Cresselia Feather! Elm grabbed it and Prog teleported the two back to outside the cabin. When they entered, he lied down, everyone still asleep. Then a bell rang.
"Oh hey Prog," Vapor said, waking up.
Prog moaned. "I'm going back to sleep."