Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Master of Puppets
A GingerDixie Fanfiction
The first thing I was aware of was that this was no ordinary dream.
Was it even a dream? The landscape around me was surprisingly lucid, and it felt both familiar and foreign at the same time; so honestly, I hadn't the slightest clue on how I should properly react. I could even feel the soft squish of wet earth welling up between my toes as I took a step forward, and with that one action, the smell of damp and rot that suddenly materialized from nowhere and surrounded me seemed far too real and recognizable for this to be a figment of my imagination.
I was in a forest. The trees around me rose as tall as skyscrapers, and the ground level foliage was sparse and pale even in the little starlight that managed to seep through the tangle of branches above me. There was no moon. I could barely see my hand in front of my face, but nonetheless, my body carried me forward as if I knew this route by heart.
Yes...it is you who I am looking for.
The sudden voice from nowhere startled me to a halt; as I stood frozen there, the mud, trees, and starlight suddenly dissolved around me, as if being sucked upwards into some wormhole too far above my head to be seen. I was now surrounded in complete darkness, placed within an empty void with no beginning and no end. Now I couldn’t see any part of myself, no matter how hard I tried, and I was quite surprised to learn that I’d seemed to have lost all feeling in my limbs as well, as moving what I thought was my hand to pinch what I thought was my arm, I felt nothing. Not even a tugging of the muscles that would indicate my brain had followed through with the command I had ordered it to perform.
Don't be so alarmed...I come to you in peace.
As if hearing voices from nowhere was completely natural.
There is a great deal of change upon us, child. I have been watching you, you see, for I fear this is a change in course that our realm may not recover from on their own.
To say I was confused would be putting it lightly. Who was speaking to me? What was he talking about, with this cryptic speak of "change to come"? Where was I? Why couldn't I feel anything?
It's decided. You are the one.
As if an answer to my pleas, a bright light shone down on me from above, and again, I could see my limbs...but as my body came into focus, I was shocked to see that it was not my own.
You are to be the crossroads upon which three important paths cross.
What was I?
The light around me faded, an in it's place the forest surrounded me again, almost as quickly as it disappeared the first time. However, this time, I was facing a clearing filled with rustic-looking wood huts. As it was apparently the dead of night, there was no activity outside, but the sound of laughter and music could be heard from the cottages that still had lights in the windows, and in the distance, an even livelier party was in full swing in a much larger and more richly decorated home to the east. Torches burned unattended on the fringes of this forest civilization, seemingly marking where sentries would usually stand...but they too must be taking part in the wonderful, late night frolic going on as every single one of these posts were empty.
What sort of place was I in now?
My body--or rather, whatever body I was in (was it mine?)--took a step forward, only to be knocked flat by a large, dark, floating shape that had (like most everything I was experiencing in this weird dream-yet-not-a-dream) appeared seemingly from thin air. However, despite clearly making contact with me, the figure paused only momentarily; a pair of glowing yellow eyes darting fearfully across its surroundings. It made no sound, and within moments, it had floated away. I hadn't even gotten so much as a glimpse at it.
The forest melted away.
Now I was in a city. A cobblestone road stretched before me, and torchlights cast an eerie orange glow on the brick buildings that rose up for a couple stories around me. Now I was faced with three floating swords and what appeared to be a small, round, catlike animal, the latter of which had been backed up against the opposite wall and surrounded.
The swords pressed closer and the pink creature shook it's head fervently, a language I couldn't decipher quite clearly begging the unseen force wielding the swords (telekinesis, perhaps?) for mercy. However, the plea went unanswered, and it eventually silenced as the middle sword drove itself through the pink creature's chest.
I screamed, but given as the two other swords had joined the massacre without so much as a pause, I was clearly unheard. I was forced to watch in abject horror as the three swords continued to slice up the body of the pink creature, painting the bricks red with its blood as their shadows danced in the firelight. I couldn’t move; couldn’t breathe. The only thing I felt was my throat now, as though I’d screamed myself raw.
Thankfully, once the three swords had reduced their victim to nothing more than a pinkish-red heap of bones and gore, the scene began to fade from me. However, it didn’t go away quickly enough for me to get a glimpse at the front of their hilts...and what I saw just about drove me to screaming again, hoarseness be damned.
Embedded in the hilt of each of those disembodied swords was an eye. And as the city alleyway finally dissolved into the black, all three of them had been trained directly on me.
Now the city had faded away to what appeared to be a snow-covered mountainside, and a piercing cold that surrounded my feet and ankles indicated to me that I was about ankle-deep in the white stuff, while a frigid mountain breeze shook the rest of my body. Though I felt incredibly bothered by this weather, again, I didn’t really have any say in the matter as moving my hands or feet worked up no response from my body. I couldn’t even shiver, though I felt like I should be shivering. God help me if I somehow froze to death in this nightmare...it would probably be a worthy respite after that gruesome murder I just witnessed.
Through the flurries around me I could see that I was on a clifftop; below me, an icy village stood in lively contrast to the bleak grayness of the mountain rock. However, unlike the forest settlement that I had “visited” first, there was a huge crowd standing by a particularly large and ornate building; consisting of a variety of creatures of pale shades that seemed like they would be at home in the snow and ice. Some of them carried what appeared to be signs, others carried torches...something that was wildly out of place as the rest of the town understandably had no fire at all; their light was instead provided by series of blue orbs that had been strung up intermittently about the city streets. Angry shouts carried in the wind and just barely reached my ears...apparently, there was some sort of demonstration going on in this wintry hamlet.
Suddenly, a back door opened behind the building the citizens were parading in front of, and two vague shapes escorted a third one across the snow, hovering over it protectively as the cries of anger grew louder still. The three of them continued some distance away, and then the more humanoid one bent itself over, grazing a tendril across the head of a blue, triangular being while the spherical figure accompanying the both of them looked around fervently as the crowd pressed closer to their home.
The breeze around me strengthened into an icy gale.
A faint tinkling below signaled a window being broken, and the three figures jumped in alarm at the sound. The triangular silhouette pressed close to the humanoid figure, and for a moment, they held each other close. However, due to urging from the spherical one, the humanoid was eventually forced to part ways with what I could only imagine was its child, sending the blue, tottering form through the endless white snow just as the front of the building began to crumble from the heat of the protester’s flames.
Three worlds never meant to collide, yet this time, it is necessary.
The voice spoke to me again as the world of ice and snow faded once more into blackness, and again I was returned to a blissful nothingness in the black void that had surrounded me since the beginning. I had no idea what had happened, or why whoever this was wanted me to see these three seemingly unrelated scenes. All I wanted was to wake up. To know this whole mess was just a dream, however lucid it may have been. I wanted to return to my life.
Because there is a terrible force in this world that is going to use the upcoming shift in power for their own selfish purposes.
The scenes I had been shown flashed across my vision again in rapid succession, though this time, they focused on a particular element of the scene rather than the picture as a whole.
A black, yellow-eyed creature floating away from the forest village.
Three disembodied swords slashing some innocent creature to death, with the middle one being first to meet its eye with my own.
A triangular silhouette fleeing its home as it was slowly destroyed by discontenters.
Find these three lost souls, and together, you will save your world from utter destruction.
The three images cut out abruptly.
Go now. I’m counting on you...Cyrena.
And then I was falling.