A/N: THIS IS STUPID.
Someone new was in Zone 0. A strange orange canine-like creature stood on the yellow brick, blinking its dark green eyes in pain. The fur around its neck swayed gently in the wind, and its fluffy tail flicked back and forth nervously. Its ears flattened as the Judge made his way towards it, and it cowered as he peered curiously at it. "I'm not a false prophet," it gasped out, beginning to shake in fear. "Please don't hurt me. Please. I just wanted to help Abby and Jay..." The Judge frowned at the creature, settling down with his tail around his paws. "I apologize, my good apparition," he said slowly, "but I cannot understand what you are muttering on about. Could you introduce yourself and tell me the cause of your arrival?"
"I'm a Flareon, but I want to go by Eevee." the creature said timidly. "I was released from the PC. I don't know where I am. Can you help me? I'm trying to catch back up with a young man named Red. He's guided by voices, maybe you've seen him? I need to catch back up, I promised I would. I promised Abby. Oh god, Abby!" Eevee began to hyperventilate, and shake more violently. "They were so loud," he whispered, "even we could hear them. Abby was going crazy. I was too. I can still hear them just so faintly: up, down, start, left, select..." A sob racked down the canine's body. "Red...poor poor Red...all he wanted was to be a Champion...!"
The Judge cocked his head worriedly at the young canine creature. "Voices?" he pressed, mind flashing back to the puppeteer and their demented puppet. Had he seen any other delusional humans? No. He frowned deeper. There was no one else, no one except him, Zacharie, Sugar and that lone Elsen now. "I haven't seen anyone guided by featureless entities except from when the Batter traveled here, though that seems to have been a very long time ago." The Flareon sniveled quietly. "Batter, huh? Did they call him a false prophet? Was he? Did they hate him? The voices, I mean. They hate and love and fight over me..." The Judge inhaled sharply. "His mission was corrupt from the start. I deeply regret aiding him at all, now that he succeeded. The only good that came from him was his puppeteer; they helped me get rid of the monster they had once led."
The noise Eevee made as he said this was akin to a quiet scream. "But my Red isn't a monster! He's just a kid. He didn't mean to have this happen. He didn't ask for p-puppeteers. He just wanted to battle and adventure and...and have fun on his journey. Besides, whatever voice this Batter had seemed to have been a lot nicer then all these. None of them are nice. They just tear us all into many directions and bloody bits while they praise their dumb fossil and try to nail me to a stake." It shuddered. "I need to find him, I need to help him. He still needs a fire type. I promised them."
"This is Zone 0," the Judge meowed, "if that serves any help to orienting yourself." The Flareon shook its head. "I've never heard of this place. It looks so strange. So monochrome and yet so bright. I don't think I'm any where near Kanto anymore." Its ears drooped and it meet the cat's eyes, blinking to keep its own watering eyes from overflowing. "Can I stay here with you? Maybe write a letter back to my home? To Abby? To Red?" The Judge looked at him again, swished his tail and nodded sympathetically.
"Since you are seemingly just a piece of vagabonding and upset fiction, then I cannot see why I should not say yes. Come on then, Eevee, join with the lost lamenting souls of the damned."