Surpatiera, a Marissonshipping Story

A Dream

Rewriting Surpatiera!! It's gonna be better I promise

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Alain gazed calmly at the beautiful scenery. His heart had felt... revived. This was the place he and his birth family lived. Before his dad killed his mom. Before his dad managed to stop himself from killing him, and before his dad took his life. Yes, being there reminded him of times of stress. However, those were swept away by one thing, one word, one name.

Surpatiera. It was an Ultra Beast unlike any other seen before. Some said it was the first creation of Arceus. All Alain knew was that Surpatiera had possessed his dad and made him kill the ones he loved the most. He had gotten Alain's entire family but him. Alain was saved by the willpower of his father.

Alain felt dreamy, strangely free of a body that didn't change. Staring at the small settlement he had lived in, he pondered where his family was. Was his dad in Hell? Was the rest of his family in Heaven? Questions like these flooded his mind. The settlement was basic. Made of logs, straw, and animal hide, the poor village on the outskirts of Kalos truly was beautiful. Alain remembered the people there. None of them knew English, only speaking French. They all were so supportive of each other, unlike the people in Lumiose. Though Alain had visited his old friends from time to time when on field studies with his adoptive father, he rarely saw their faces. His father wasn't fluent in French, and his accent was hard for the villagers to understand; Alain would have to translate for him. He remembered helping out with the farms or chasing nearby pokemon as games. The land brought a nostalgic sense to his him. As he looked, he saw young children playing cricket. He recognized them as people who were infants when he had left and smiled. He remembered them, squealing little babies who always wanted food or to be burped or to have their diapers changed. He missed those days.

But as he thought about them, his dream began to shift. The sky turned a deep red, the moon drenched in blood. Alain looked around, slightly alarmed at this. The village children went inside, and he saw someone locking their doors.

Lysandre went door to door, barricading the doors with brooms, chairs, etc. Alain walked up to the man, tapping him on the shoulder. Lysandre turned around, his eyes softening at the sight of his pupil and henchman.

"Alain. I see you are here." He had simply stated, giving Alain a reassuring smile. The man hardly ever smiled, and never at him. Something was up.

"Sir, what are you doing?" Alain asked, almost anxiously. Lysandre gave Alain that suspicious smile again.

"Don't worry, Alain. These people are simply under house arrest. They're fine. Actually, you'd better get inside." He jammed the knob of one door. Lysandre isn't responsible for putting someone under house arrest, Alain knew that. What was he planning?

"You can't do that, what's going on?" Alain grumbled, staring up at Lysandre. Now his smile looked... evil. "You aren't planning to hurt these people, right?" Alain's voice raised up almost to a yell. He didn't realize how loud he had gotten.

"Well, puppet, you'll see." Lysandre snarked, walking off, almost with attitude. Alain turned to face the sky. The moon seemed to drip with blood, dropping down to earth. Actually, the few clouds that were in the sky began to spew out blood like they were stabbed in the stomach. Alain ducked underneath a small hut nearby, watching what happened next.

Mairin approached him, her ghost-like movements terrifying. Alain stayed put in the hut, watching the girl saunter towards him. Strings formed on Alain's wrists, cutting slightly at the skin, forcing him forward like a puppet. In his hand, a knife.

SLICE! The sound of Mairin's throat being sliced open was enough for Alain to shiver. Her scream was blood-chilling, yet strangely familiar. Tears quickly streamed down the teenager's face. He didn't want this! He didn't want Mairin to die. Alain looked at his wrists. On the hand where his keystone normally was, was the keystone buried into his bone, blood dripping from it. When he looked up, he saw Lysandre with a terrified look on his face, a serpant behind him.

"The serpent of the daemonic beings has risen before me. The Ultra Beast stronger then Necromza himself has been brought before you! You, remaining child of a family meant to be forgotten in time, you have to bow to him!" He crumbled into ashes. Tears continued to stream from his face. Lysandre didn't deserve to die!

"Child." The serpant spoke. Its voice was piercing, icy, and yet soothing at the same time. The tears streaming down his face froze as the pendant in its chest, which bled with a prismatic blood, turned an icy white. "Fear not child. If you bow to me, you will be safe in my hell made just for you.

Alain awoke. Panting heavily, he went to wipe the tears from his face. However, he felt ice when he touched it. He tensed.

Looking around, he searched for the ice-type who did this.

However, what he saw instead terrified him. it was a voodoo doll, about the size of Bisharp. Its fabric was ragged, patched up in multiple places, and ripped up in others. On its face, a huge smile that ended on its forehead, its teeth were yellowed and blood-stained. Alain could barely see in in the darkness. The only light sources? The keystone inside the middle of it, which was deep inside the doll. However, the rip inside that showed that also showed bones and organs, the keystone replacing the heart. The other one was the keystone on Alain's lamp table, which glowed at the presence of these being.

"Hello." The doll said.