[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[PhantomUnderYourDesk]

With a visible jolt of a sharp claw, the dream ended as fast as it came. The dreamer herself... well, 'shocked' was underestimated. It was just like the last time years ago, both body and mind needed a little to realise what has happened and that she was still there in her bed.

Wait... What has happened at all? The last thing Shiva clearly remembered was a battle against Nathan, and that although she was about to loose spectacularly, she refused to give up. No way she'd do that, unless the situation was clearly dangerous. Now, she was there, sitting upright in bed in the same dress she wore back then - either Nathan himself or Nurse Joy must have brought her upstairs - with her Abra snoring at the end of the bed. Another things he remembered was not hitting the floor as she collapsed... He heard his Master's last order. Althought not yet able to actively use psychic energy against a foe, he was able to use that power to head to his Master's help... Shiva was sure he'll be a great and loyal Alakazam one day.

Speaking of dreaming... the shock only increased as her gaze fell onto her Dream Catcher. Or rather, what still remained of it... The feathers were nothing more than a line of ash on the windowsill. It must have been that mysterious creature. It just...had to. What else? But...why did it do that? Did it held a grudge against her for some reason? Did it see her as an easy target, just waiting to be devoured? Did she...lured it to her on her own in the end in her curiosity for the mystery...? It was all her fault... again...

She should have never came here to Corsage all.
She should have never accepted Nathan's challenge.
She should have know that if sleeping was 'dangerous' in this city, fainting was even worse.
She should have never... right, she still wore it. Enough of this. No more. She took off that black fur she wore, and threw it far away across the room against the wall, hard, before it landed there on the floor. Later, she'll have Fennekin burn it to white ashes and scatter them across the sea while damning the creature the fur originated from to the eternity of hell and beyond. Sometimes, it's better if a mystery stays a mystery.

No, she's not going to shed any tears now. She promised herself to grow stronger, alongside her Pokemon. FOR her Pokemon. Still, when things get bad, she was still prone to fall into despair and blame herself, even after Ventus comforted her the last time. Hehe... Wonder where they are now? Probably far away.

Just as she was about to lay down again, probably to dwell into more gloom while trying to fall asleep again, her gaze fell onto something else... Something that was not there before. Something that was alive. It was breathing, althout it did not move... All there was was its creepy purple eyes, staring at her. Or through her.

Whipping of a tear she did not notice she shed, Shiva carefully extended one hand to lil' Espurr. Upon touching the ball of grey fur, she realised that it was a real one. The fur felt fluffy although the cat itself looked a little frumpy overall. (Wonder how Espurr reacts to being stroked carefully...?)