PMD: Lost Spirits

Chapter 1: The One That Should Not Be Here

A/N: Hey, hey! What's up, guys? I'm here with a brand new chapter of a brand new fanfic! Pokémon stories aren't really that popular here, but I still like to post it here :)

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"Wake up!"

"Please! You have to get up..."

'... That voice...'

"*******, you'll be in danger if we... Stop playing..."

'Playing? I'm not playing...' He found himself getting fairly annoyed at this voice. He couldn't move even if he wanted to, didn't it have anything better to do than bother him?

Nevertheless, despite its fervent wishes, the boy found himself slipping back into the quiet land of rest. A brief glint of light flared brightly through the seam between his eyelids and vanished just as quickly, but in that split second, there was silhouette of... a...

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The day was rapidly spiralling into "terrible" territory for Chester, and he was feeling more and more inclined to blame Shiftry for it all.

It all started with ferocious knocking on the door. Chester was busy shoving supplies into their pack, praying that nothing broke or he'll never hear the end of it, when someone outside began banging furiously on his door. If it weren't for him being in an inn in broad daylight, his first thought would have been attempted robbery.

'Maybe it's Dean telling me to pick up the pace.' Because god forbid that he didn't finish packing in ten seconds flat, especially after his teammates ditched him to do said packing all by himself.

The banging persisted. "Alright, alright, I'm coming!" he yelled over the din, grunting as he stood up from his kneeled position. Crossing over, he threw the door open while saying, "Jeez, you wait for five minutes and are already breaking down the do—"

His words were cut short, however, when it was not a delphox in front of him like he expected, but a shiftry. More specifically, the leader of Team Dark Seeds. "Oh, Shiftry! Do you... need something from me?" Chester couldn't think of any reason why he would be looking for him at this hour, but the look on his face didn't bear any good for his immediate future.

"I heard from Dean that your team's going after that outlaw," he immediately said.

"... Yes, we are. We go after plenty of outlaws, because that's our job," Chester said flatly.

"You know which one I'm referring to!"

The hissed-out words, accompanied with the knowledge of his job details for today, already gave him a pretty good idea on just who he was talking about. But whether it was because of his closeness to Roark, or slight resentment towards Shiftry, he said, "Sorry, I don't. If you would excuse me..."

Chester snapped up the bag and made to slip out of the room, but Shiftry was faster in blocking his way. "Hold on, I'm not done talking to you!"

"Shiftry, can this wait?" he asked. "I can't keep them waiting any longer than I already did. I promise I'll get back to you later, but I need to go now."

"Or what? That little girl you're using as bait is gonna run off before you can use her?"

There was a small thud as the bag fell out of his hand and hit the floor. However, Chester was too busy gaping at Shiftry to even notice. "You— How did you know?" Only his team and Roark were supposed to know about this. There was no chance any of them blabbed, they should have known better than to let anything slip! Unless they wanted to get anymore flak than they already were...