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The Pokemon World is in danger. This wasn't totally new. There was a new danger nearly every season. This, however, was something big. The Legendary Pokemon known as Celebi and Dialga rushed to the Ancient Hall with fear in their eyes. They had every Legendary and Mythical summoned to show what caused this fear; a destroyed world, blood soaking the entirety of it, death and destruction among the people and the Pokemon alike. All centered on an artificially created Being, and a name; Mewfour. This vision caused great worry for the Gods. Until Celebi went into a trance and spoke of a prophecy;
Danger is coming, as you have seen.
The answer will come in the form of Eighteen.
They come not from here, but everywhere.
Unite with their souls, and the future will be fair. After a bit of deliberation, the Gods understood; Eighteen Saviors, to represent the Eighteen individual types of Pokemon, who came from other universes, and would unite with them to become more powerful.The Gods selected among themselves who would be with the Saviors and created special jewelry for their Saviors. Palkia was tasked with finding the heroes and bringing them to the Pokeworld. And thus, the story begins...

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The Great Crater of Paldea was a place of pure energy. Few humans were allowed inside. This was a special place... "And the perfect place for the Saviors." the Legendary and Mythical Gods unanimously decided. On this day, a disturbance occurred. Many of the wild Pokemon sensed the sudden build up of energy and fled. After a few moments, the built up energy flexed, and eighteen rips formed. The rips widened into portals. From each fell a being, each seemingly asleep or frozen in place. However, one portal flickered, nothing falling from it. The portals all closed. And the Beings began to move/awaken...

It was another day in the Lab. Researchers and scientists alike were working on their tasks. Each knew little about the others and the big project rumored to be underway. Unknown to them, a rift appeared in their Lab. It became a portal, releasing a... Mythical Pokemon, known as Jirachi? What was this little one doing on enemy territory???


Bump-bump... Bump-bump... Bump-bump... What... Was this?? Where... Who... What? Memory banks rebooting... Reboot complete. She... Yes she... Her name was Error... She... Wait... Bump-bump... Bump-bump... Bump-bump... Did she... Have a heart? Did she... Have a body? Heterochromatic eyes opened. Ground, crystals, that is what she could see... Wait... There were more bodies... She... Had to move... Had to know... A tingle went through her. She wiggled something... A hand with fingers...


"Ugh... What happened...?" Black and green eyes opened. Jet BP Bornite pushed herself up. Where was she? And who was around her?!


Another day... A black mammalian Pokemon with black fur and yellow rings stalked the halls of the Lab. Its mistress had sent her to learn... Being a loyal Pokemon to "The Ears" of the Lab was no laughing matter. As she walked, Umbreon listened carefully. "All clear..." ... "Set to transfer..." ... "Strange spikes of energy..." That caught the Umbreon's attention. Listening carefully, she heard a couple of scientists mention odd energy spikes somewhere in Paldea. Interesting... The Umbreon strut past casually, now with some intriguing information for her mistress...


Something changed... A smirk... The Legendaries were scared... Due time...

An ear twitch. A quiet snore, a small twitch of the eyelid perhaps, and then the graceful half dog demon slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes.

Oddly enough, she had fallen asleep. This was odd for her as she never usually slept. Wasn't needed and (especially with the nightmares she'd always have) wasn't wanted. Weird, She thought, looking around with the curiosity of a small pup. This doesn't look like anywhere I've been. Am I still in Japan?

And looking at the other beings nearby...Kishi didn't know any of these people. Most of them looked human. Of course she knew what a human was, but it didn't seem Kikyo or Kagome were here too.

She'd wait for the rest to wake up, she decided.

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Venomania Fluer
"I can't spit it back out."

"Ack!"

I yelped out, slowly getting up to see what happened. Just a few moments ago, I was in the comfort of her lab, and now Im in... "Wait. Where the hell am I?" I looked around me, trying to come up with reasonable conclusions. "Maybe Im just dreaming? But didn't i just jolt down a cup of coffee a few minutes before i ended up here?" I pondered. Nothing is making sense. Just as i turn behind me, i see a giant, violet rift behind me, with my Lab right behind it. I rushed, trying to get into it and just a few seconds before i could enter- It... Closed?

Stunned, I fell onto the rocky floor, facefirst. After a few moments, i get up and brush off some dirt on me. Looking around once more, i see there are 17 other portals. "What in Arceus' name is happening..?"

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Sirius Venus
"This world is nothing but a mere stageplay, And all Man and Women are Actors in it."

"Huh..?"

I wake up, my head spinning like a carousel in a Themepark, my vision blurry. After a few moments of silence, i manage to regain sight and looked to observe my surroundings. There we're atleast 17... Portals? And 16 people here with me. It seems that Im in a giant cave of sorts. How i got here? I assume its because of these "Portals" or something. I just hope i can make it out of here alive, atleast.

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It was all strange. Hadn't she, not even a minute ago, been quietly picking the produce of the tropical fruit trees on her island? Her head spun and she couldn't focus. "What the-?" A portal closed above her and she stood up carefully, her eyes widened with curiosity and horror as she watched it shut. She looked around to observe her surroundings and noticed that there were others with her and more portals closing. She blinked to check if what she was seeing wasn't an illusion, possibly created by her own thoughts to tell her that she was dehydrated. But no; what she was seeing, was real.

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Elli was sitting on the bed in her room, sadly looking at the drawing of Xerneas she made when she was 6, tears ran down her face. "If I only could see them again..." She sighed and sent Zoroark out of the pokeball. "At least you make a great memory of this creature, even if you two are not the same... Even if your appearance is only an illusion..." She pat Zoroark. "You know, maybe we are good friends, but they were my friend since I was a little child..." Elli started crying even more. "Maybe I am too bad for this job? Maybe I am not really a greatest person...? I just want to see my friend one more time..."

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Araceli was busy mixing things again, her signature "tongue sticking out" look painting her face. While all the other lab members had those fancy volumetric flasks, bunsen burners and technical know-how, the perfumer was doing everything a lot more old-school. Not only was her lab set up with a bed and such, in case she needed to sleep there or work overnight, but her equipment seems very dated. With fire places and cauldrons substituting boiling flasks over burners and things like an air blower right next. Well, at least the fire extinguisher was modern.

The concoction she was brewing in her bucket-sized cauldron smelled like roses. Though she still had to do the hair test: Plucking one hair from each half of her head, she dips them into the cauldron and pulls them back out. The pink hair survived, the black one dissolved. With a huff, she went back to work.

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A warning went up on a computer screen, along with a loud noise. That loud annoying noise that kept playing... ugh, and it would not stop until examined. Thankfully, the noise stops after just a minute and a message is being forwarded to... the boss.

Stella De Caelo, leader of "the Repo". She was in her office, staring at something in her hand... a Luxury Ball. It was adorned with crystals, dark ones at that to make it seem fitting. But when the warning came up, she placed it down on her desk.

Warning. Spatial anomaly, unknown signature. That's new. She checks the location marked on where that anomaly was... too public. She'd have to go there during the night. Or rather... she lifts the Luxury Ball. She could go there.

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"Don't forget to add the Ink, as that's the way the cookie crumbles!"

Yeah. Crumbles like my trash life. Well, that was before I met them.

Jack F Kennedy sat in a dustbin outside a small apartment. He was enjoying his lovely life, as a former murderer would. His two crazy friends dragged him into all sorts of wacky things.

Next to Jack was a box drenched in ink. Inside was a cute cartoon ink incarnate. It sat peacefully listening to the rock cover of Megalovania. It swished it's tail to every beat, remembering an era when it was once the king of cartoons.

Wonder what Williams doing.

As he thought that, a purple guy strutted in front of the two and began knife throwing.

"Look at me Old Sport!! I'm throwing knifes!! The ones we killed those 5 kiddins with!!!!"

"Which 'Old Sport'? Me or Bendy?"

The figure caught the knives, causing them to shatter into nonexistence.

"You, Old Sport."

"I guess that's me then. Orange guy. Hey Dave, remember them times when we just enjoyed ourselves? When we saw..... him."

Dave Miller stared into Jack's eyes. "Sportsy.....I think we're going on another crazy, psychotic, obnoxious trip."

...

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"SINCE WHEN WAS YOUR VOCABULARY THIS AMAZING?!?!?!?!?!"

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A man hummed quietly, leaning back in his flimsy swivel chair, a guitar in hand, his eyes closed, pointed at the ceiling. His coat was hung on the wall near him, and he wore a simple, crumpled white T-shirt. A pendant swung from his neck, and music blasted through his headphones. His fluffy, brown hair was messy, like he'd just woken up- or hadn't bothered to do his hair. Probably the latter.

The chair creaked as the man pushed himself across the room, the wheels squeaking. He stopped himself right in front of an open guitar case, haphazardly placed right in the middle of everything. He got up, finally opening his crimson eyes, placing his guitar in the case, and closing the case. He pulled on his coat, slinging his case over his back.

He stretched, yawning lazily. He started to whistle, as he pulled off his headphones.

His index finger tapped out a rhythm on his leg, as he whistled out a tune.

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A young Sampo and Gepard were hanging out near the crater, the two both sitting on two separate tree stump. "Wow, the crater is so cool!" Gepard exclaimed, "I can't believe I can have such a good time with you, thank you Sampo" He smiled, "Even though it's just a far view from here, I think you've chosen the right place to bring me to."

"You're welcome! And how will I not know what you like? We've been besties since birth~" Sampo replied with a wink.

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"YOU BASTARD-!" Gepard was screaming loudly and angrily at Sampo, his face red.

"I-It was just for Christmas!" Sampo argued. "I just want to make you happy! It's just a small bad deed!"

"I hate you, don't expect to see me again after this, I don't care what you say, you're a monster." Gepard stomped away, furious, leaving Sampo alone and with no friends.

He felt... lonely for the first time.
But this is how it all continues.

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"Oh-? So it was just a dream. Dreams of the past..." Sampo yawned and sighed next, cozy in his bed. Suddenly, he found himself in another place... That he couldn't quite remember. He landed with a thud, roughly on the ground.

"OW...WHERE AM I?" Sampo looked around at the people, most of them are humans and some are already awake. The others were sleeping. "Wait... Clara!" He spotted a familiar face from one...two...three.......eighteen people. Quite lucky, Clara's here too. One of the people who treat him nicely, Clara, who is a young girl but she always support him.

He tried to get up from the ground to see Clara and try to meet new people, but his back was in sincere pain...

"Hypospray."

Quentin Burns looked up from his work just long enough to take the proffered piece of equipment from his partner in crime. His eyes immediately returned to his work, glued to his behemoth of an electron microscope once more, as he analyzed the cells underneath the slide. There was an interesting growth in the cells in the second quadrant, the site of the previous saline introduction.

Using a delicate glass pipette with a tip measuring a scant two micrometers in diameter, he carefully eased the contents of the hypospray into the instrument. A single confident jab underneath the cover slip, and the payload was right where Q wanted it. Squeezing the bulb with measured practice, he continued to doctor the third quadrant of the cell sample with his latest cocktail.

Mew DNA was rare, and extremely hard to come by. He had been fortunate to receive nearly a thousand cells for use in The Eye's most recent allocation. His current culture contained 72 such cells, and they were extremely finicky. The first set had faded from his slide, literally vanishing into thin air, because he couldn't use the same oxidents as the MewTwo and MewThree experiments. The second set had nearly combusted with the addition of Nitrous Trihydrate. The third had sat for too long in the potassium solution, and devolved into Pikachu DNA. Months of research down the drain, 216 cells lost. But Q was close now. This recent hypospray was stimulating an unheard of rate of mutation.

"Any change?" The voice brought him back to the present, and he remembered the fact that he lived in a world outside of his microscope slide, populated by millions of multicellular organisms. And this multicellular organism, Zaria Burns, was his granddaughter, a revelation that rarely failed to stun Q. He let out a labored sigh, extricating the pipette from the slide.

"It's promising work. But the regimen requires reintroduction of the hypospray every two hours. That means no sleep. Again." He ran a hand through his shoulder length hair, which was finally dotted with strands of gray after more than eighty years. He watched her lean over the microscope, observing the culture.

"Very promising," she said, using his words. Zaria adjusted the dials, increasing the magnification. "I like the looks of this strand on chromosome 19. It's almost ready for the adenine replacement process we outlined."

"Theorized, not outlined." The problem with working with Zaria wasn't that she was just as smart as he was, because she was, perhaps even more so. The problem with Zaria was that she had inherited the stubborn streak characteristic of all members of the Burns family.

"Q, we both know it will work. And after the last batch, I took the liberty of testing the procedure on some Pikachu DNA-"

"When was this?" He barked, surprised.

"Last week, when you were ion balancing for sixty hours straight. The results were extremely encouraging."

"Fine, Zaria." Her methodology held promise. It was just something else that was concerning him.

"How's the witch?" Quentin arched an eyebrow. "Has she emerged from her smoky, cauldron-clad basement?" Araceli was annoying, her methods were prehistoric, and she fancied herself a better scientist than him. Imagine! Even though they were working towards the same goal, she and Q were rivals, even if they had been known to collaborate on more than one occasion.

"She's not a witch, Q."

"Brewing a potion that's basically primordial soup, and a scientist's worst nightmare… That girl is a witch." He huffed in annoyance, voice increasing to a whine.

"Just because you can't understand her documentation doesn't mean she's a bad scientist. We've been over this. You're being a baby."

Q turned his head away from Zaria, petulantly. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her throw her hands into the air in annoyance.

"Whatever. You better sleep now, Q, because I am not staying up all night to feed that culture. We do this in shifts, or I'm not helping." He nodded at her.

Q pushed the cellophane polymer barrier aside and left the quarantine zone they had established. Hanging his labcoat and goggles with care, he began the arduous disinfection process. Once done, he pulled the cot down from the wall, tossed a sheet across it haphazardly, and sat down on the edge. His thoughts drifted, (as they often did), to Alicia. She would have loved this project so much. If only she could be here to enjoy the thrill of scientific discovery; if only she could be with him now…

~~~

Zaria Burns was tired. She had four more hours taking care of the amalgamous group of cells they treated like their baby, and then she too could go to sleep. Q was an absolute dream of a lab partner; he asked all the right questions, was prone to strokes of brilliance, and he respected her opinions. Most of the time. He was stubborn and set in his ways. And he had problems with a lot of people: Rai, Araceli, half the rest of the scientists… But she, his granddaughter, was the one person who he trusted and confided in.

Zaria had bigger problems than Quentin, though. Problems like the person she thought she had seen in the corridors of the complex. That face… It brought back memories of her Team Plasma days. Had she really seen Magius here? That could put a wrench in a lot of her plans.

Flashes of scenes, fragments of events, bursts of sound. Ghetsis smiling at her work, hands clasped behind his back. The Shadow Triad being fitted for her BioTech armor. Magius staring at her from across the labs, eyes holding curiosity instead of resentment…

Zaria had always had a good mind's eye, the ability to recreate scenes from her life in sharp focus in her recollection. She noticed the little things. It was what made her such a good scientist. But it could be an absolute curse. She could remember textbook passages and conversations. The latest scientific discovery and what Rai had said to her last week…

That girl was also getting under her skin. Though in a decidedly better way. In Raiden Asame, Zaria Burns may have finally found a friend in the maze of The Eye's labs. They were kindred spirits, girls with secrets.

Because Zaria had a lot to say. And Rai wanted to actually listen.

~~~

Raiden Asame's steps echoed through the corridors, her boots creating a satisfying clip on the sterile linoleum tiles. Everything was a blinding white in the complex, not a speck of dust or dirt anywhere. But of course, Rai knew that The Eyes liked everything just so.

Rai loved her job. She loved defending the lab, she loved the picturesque landscape the complex was nestled in, she loved being in the middle of nowhere. And she loved smiting down the occasional trainer with her brilliant electric type team. Her Stunfisk was the absolute perfect red herring, no one expecting him to be the powerhouse he was.

She nodded to the scientists she passed in the halls. Despite her dangerous nature, she was on good terms with many of them. It was as simple as cruising into town on a motorbike and picking up coffee and macarons for the tired labcoats.

The townspeople were starting to suspect, though. She traveled down the old dirt road to ogd knows where every time she left them, they had to know something was up by now. It would be a while before they discovered anything nefarious. Who would suspect the innocent Lena, who lived in the woods and sustained the coffee shoppe, to be anything but innocent?

Since "The Electrocutioner" had officially disappeared from the battling scene, Rai had gotten very good at transforming. She could play the part of anyone she needed to be, a fact that had served her and The Eyes well. But now walking through the halls, she felt slightly adrift.

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The monotone whine of the too bright lights against white walls was white noise to Sho as he sat stock still. The pinprick of a needle being inserted into the crook of his elbow didn't even phase him anymore as he stared at the shapeless walls. Experimental drugs slowly filled his empty veins, the painful push of liquid filling up every inch of his hollow body negligible and unremarkable. Last week's modifications hadn't turned out to be of any help so it was only to be expected that this vessel would be scraped clean and reset for the next cycle. Though the burn of fluids pushing his limbs into weird positions jostled the IV more than need be, frustrating Sho more than a little bit. All these years and still he couldn't handle these routine tests. How annoying, how disappointing. He would have thrown such a defective subject long ago if such a pain was present in his own tests. A wonder how it hasn't happened yet.

Finally the needle was slipped out and Sho stood up with a stiff bow. Next week he would find himself in this nondescript room once again as the results of this concoction would be put the test. With a sigh, he rolled his stiff neck out and wandered out into the winding corridors of the lab. There were whispers abound as always, people who Sho had known his whole life streaming past him and chattering about energy signatures and whatnot. The brush of fur against his leg had him stepping to the side as a familiar umbreon slipped through the throng of meandering staff and facility personal and Sho only had a quick moment to gently pet the pokemon that seemed to always patrol the maze-like halls before continuing on his way to his own lab. The soft strum of the guitar from one of the offices had him pausing for a moment but he quickly continued on his way when the twang of the strings transitioned into hollow whistling. Music was nice but he much preferred instruments over the painfully human noise that joined in its artistry.

It was a pain that his own lab was located so far away from the medical areas and closer to where they kept experiments. Something about him still being one of their freak projects while still being a scientist on their payroll or another, an inane excuse that Sho couldn't care much about. It just meant that he could run as many tests and experiments on as many subjects as he wanted with fresh bodies so close to him. But today, he would simply fill out the mundane forms and paperwork that would be expected of someone who did dubiously ethical science. They were villains, not monsters who didn't have a proper filing system

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Sitting up with a gasp, a teal haired kid that looked like he couldn't be any older than 14 sprang away a chitter sitting low in his throat. He didn't get too far, a body he hadn't spent almost two centuries in much more foreign than the Darkness he had lived almost his whole existence in. Tripping over legs too long and hands too small, the kid went skidding along the ground with noises that certainly didn't sound very human despite appearances pointing to the contrary. It was almost a little funny how he just stayed on the ground for a few second, golden eyes blown wide with confusion and shock, brain struggling to process what was even happening. Gingerly picking himself up, Setchi gazed at his skinned hands with an almost rapturous wonder, examining his body as if it was the first time he had ever seen it. "I'm.... I'm alive." The wrecked croak pulled itself forth from his throat, a sound that even surprised Setchi himself. It had been so long since he had last even spoken, words so foreign yet bittersweet sitting heavy on his tongue.

Suddenly, he whipped his head up and scanned the gathered people around. No one he could recognize... all strangers. Were they other keyblade wielders who had been restored? The cave didn't seem familiar, belonging to a world that he had never collected lux from, but that didn't worry him very much. A flash of black and silver hairs so familiar had him perking up, any trepidation from before gone in an instant as he bound over to Kishi in a blur of golden teal excitement. "Skuld! You're alive, you're alive you're alive, you made it out! Thank the Star Stream, I don't know what I would have done if any of you hadn't, but Ephmer is here too so all we need to do is find Ventus, Lauriam, and Brain and we'll all be fine! No more Darkness, no more weird data worlds, no more Dandelions. Just us and the vast wide world that we can explore to our hearts content!" He barreled on, grabbing her hands and shaking them up and down with barely contained excitement even as his voice rasped and scrapped against his ruined throat. His wide toothed grin showed off fangs perhaps a big too big for comfort that seemed to struggle to fit in the small cavity, sharpened and primed to rip apart flesh the moment it sank into its prey.

It didn't even occur to him that he may have the wrong person

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"Ah great." Sampo tried to get up and looked at the new teal-haired kid from afar.

He slowly got up, brushed his clothes while kneeling down. "I must be too weak, haha. But where am I and how am I here?.... It looks familiar..." Sampo sat on the ground while thinking.

A thought popped to his head "The crater, I think... Not to mention the memories though," he then crawled to Clara and shook her. "Hey, Clara, it's me, Sampo, wake up,"

"Sampo? Where are we?" The girl's voice was small and soft, she looked shy but cute. Her big scarlet eyes looked at Sampo.

"Well. It's quite unknown, I'm not sure, dear. But we're together, so that's fine,"

One moment she was inspecting the other people that had 'awoken', and the next her hands were shaken. Some teal-haired kid who she definitely didn't know, claimed her to be 'Skuld' and started spouting nonsense that she didn't understand. At all.

She let the kid ramble on and on, staring at him because she had absolutely no idea what all that meant. Kishi let the kid calm down a bit (what she normally did when her brother was acting up) and forced her hands out of his grip, down to her sides again.

"I'm not whoever this 'Skuld' is," She said, bowing as it was formal. "I'm Kishimoto."

She did admit the fangs were a little spooky, as if she didn't have sharp canines of her own.

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Speaking of "the witch", Araceli was just about done with her experimentation for today. She was just about to sort the concoctions, those that needed to ferment were in the far back, those that did not were sealed appropriately. Even though her equipment seems outdated, the materials used were high-end and ensured that, even with old methods, no risk was involved. A leak or accident would harm her reputation and she was doing her best to avoid that. It's already hard enough to gain respect in this laboratory, more so with the line-up of oddballs. Sure, there were glimpses of light like Zaria or Abi... but then there were oddballs like Quentin, hiding behind their technical jargon but getting mad when she uses her own. If it wasn't for her former work, she'd have snapped at him a long time ago.

When finished, she looks back at her line of work. Even though she was a little more archaic in her work, she enjoyed it. It reminds her of home, mixing perfumes and product testing new smells by walking around the streets with the new scent... a great time. The scene plays along though and Araceli becomes increasingly anxious, attempting to leave memory lane. She fails to do so on her own though, until...

Click!

The sound of lock picking interrupts her. Turning around, she sees her Tsareena attempting to open the door. Her trainer was not pleased at first and walks up to her. "I told you before, no late snacking Reina!" She said, but then blinks a few times. Tsareena did manage to snap her out, if by accident. Her expression turns soft and she uses her keycard to unlock the door instead. Mechanical and digital locks... excessive.

"Come on. Just this once." She said, opening the door and walking down the hallway with her partner, on their way to the vending machines. As usual, Araceli was a bit of a slow one when it came to those but she was getting faster than when she first started. Reina, her Tsareena, was outside the little room with the machines and leans on the wall, greeting passerbys and scientists whenever they did.

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Magnus walked through the corridors, his guitar case slung over his back. He glanced around every few seconds.

A habit he'd picked up from his Plasma days. It never hurt to be too careful. None of the people here were his friends.

If it were really up to him, he'd have stayed in his room all day, playing music and hanging out with his pokemon.

But noooooo, of course he had to do work.

He sighed quietly, running a hand through his fluffy brown hair.

"Bloody hell..."

He grumbled under his breath, the dark circles under his eyes making him look ever gloomier.

And then, there was the problem nestled in the back of his head.

With the crazy old geezer, he'd seen someone he thought he'd recognized from his Plasma days.

Zaria, her name was.

He shook his head quietly.

"Fxckin..."

He didn't really care, honestly. It was a miracle that he'd even remembered her name. He remembered close to nobody's names. But she had caught his eye... for some reason that he couldn't explain, back in his plasma days.

...it had been a while since he'd been out of his room.

It had been... 2 weeks since he'd talked to anyone?

He didn't want to talk to people. Too tiring.

He shoved his hands in the pockets of his coat, his bandaged hand running along the hilt of his pocketknife.

...He wanted to go to bed.

He let out a deep sigh.

He flicked the pocketknife open.

he stared at the blade for a moment, stopping in the middle of the hallway.

...maybe it would be easier to...

...damn it.

he'd forgotten to take his pills.

He turned around, looking for the nearest water dispenser, flicking his knife close and sticking it back in his pocket.

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Kishi... moto? Not Skuld? Leaning forward, he sniffed a few times, letting his eyes close as he let the scent tell him their story. Instead of familiar starlight and smell of magic pride that had branded itself into Skuld's skin, he instead could feel notes of the wild plains and fields, of heavy forests and the smell of pack seeping deep into her skin. Almost immediately, Setchi visibly wilted, wide grin falling into the smallest of pouts, rimmed eyes beginning to water. "Sorry... I... I really thought... I'm sorry..." Holding his hands close to his chest, clawed nails digging into the meat of the skin, he glanced over at the boy with silver hair. He let his feet carry him over to Sirius and he peered at the face that looked so familiar. A quick sniff gave him the smell of fresh sunlight, of stars streaking through the sky and exploding into ephemeral beauty for a once in a lifetime show, of comfort and warmth. But even though the smell aligned with his hazy memory of a boy who once promised him the world, who held his corrupted heart and ate it with glee much as he had as well, Setchi couldn't smell it.

"You... you're not Ephmer either... are you?" He wondered out loud, smile still present on his face though drowned in grim acceptance.

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A flash of thunder streaked across the sky.

"Oh crap!! Sportsy, take cover!!"

At that second, their apartment blew up into smithereens.

Dave Miller growled under his breath. "Now where the flaming heck are we gonna live? Back in them fricked dustbins or whatever you call em?!"

Bendy jumped out of his box and gazed at the 'apartment'. "You Pixilated duckheads. What have you done?"

At that second, a portal opened.

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.......

A note fell onto William Aftons hand.

Run.

The portal closed with a loud pop.

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"I suppose we can see some new people..." Clara said, combing her silky hair.

"Yeah, of course!! I would love that"

"Who should we meet first..?" Clara asked Sampo with uncertainty.

Sampo pointed at the teal-haired kid, currently intrigued by him. "He looks like quite a nice guy~"

Jack F Kennedy's vision turned black. So did Williams and Bendy's.

........

...........

"Sportsy..... I really like you.......... Ehh eh."
"William? Are you referring to me there? Wake up!!!!!!"

Afton opened his pixilated eyes. Orange guy stood staring at him.

"Where's Old Sport?"
"Bendy? He's in that bush."

Bendy was staring at two people. (Clara and Sampo)
"You two-- You can kill those children over there! Stuff em in suits!! Oh wait. We don't do that anymore... Do we?"
"They're not children, Bendy. And we can't just kill them. We're former killers."
"Let's just chill."

The three sat in the bush, all chill.

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Sampo stares at Jack, William and Bendy "Oh frick... I think they..." he stopped and looked at Clara with worry.

"What do you mean?"

"Forget it, I-I'm just scared." Sampo admitted

"What's wrong, you never say that you're scared all those years."

"I knew them..."