Game over

"Darn it!"

The quilava removed his paws from the machine as it played sad music to signal the end of the game, the word "Continue?" Accompanied by a count from nine now flashing onto the screen. He reached into his pocket, a small growl escaping his maw as all he felt was his house key, his entire allowance now in the belly of the beeping beast. Shoving his beige paws into his pockets he turned away from the machine he now hated, walking to the door of the arcade and exiting. It was midday, and many Pokémon were walking the streets at this time, so he decided to take the back way to avoid traffic. He continued to shift his key around in his pocket, mumbling to himself as he walked. A few steps later his back pocket began to vibrate, Skrillix's signature "Imma Try it out" resonating from him as he pulled out his phone. A combusken stuffing his face with cake flashed on the screen, a smile spreading over his muzzle as he slid his finger over it and pressing it to his ear.

"Sup Krash."

"Axeeeeel, what's up man?"

His smile grew as he heard the normal tone of voice his friend always spoke to him with, his walk slowing down slightly.

"Nothing much. Just heading home."

As their conversation went on a shadowed figure went unnoticed, zipping around in the shadows behind the badger as he walked. At one point it flew right above his head, the screen of the phone he held flickering slightly. But paying no mind to this he kept walking. As he arrived at his home he made his way inside, flipping on the lights in the living room and calling out to his parents. Getting no response he figured he was alone, deciding to just go to his room and rest. His room door creaked slightly as he pushed it open, which was odd to him as he had never heard it do that before. He walked over to his bed and hopped into it, reaching under his pillow and pulling out his PSP. Sliding the power switch up the screen began to glow, and with a few presses of the arrow his game was started. A few hours later he was still playing, almost completely entranced by the game like he always was, when a strange electrical buzzing filled the room. His ear twitched, hitting the pause button on his game before looking around, the source of the buzzing noise nowhere in sight. Suddenly his TV turned on, the screen showing nothing but static at first. Then a strange black outline began to show, slowly becoming solid and gaining color. Once the figure was completely solid Axel recognizing the creature as a Pokémon named rotom. Except, there was something weird about it. Its body was crimson instead of orange, its normal white plasma covering grey as concrete. Axel stared at the odd looking rotom for a minute before it began to speak.

"Hello young quilava. Would you like to play a game with me?"

The tone at which the ghost spoke sent a shiver up Axel's spine, leading him to move farther from the television.

"Uhh I think I'll pass on that."

As he headed towards the door a bolt struck out from the television, wrapping around the quilava's paw and beginning to pull him towards it. He struggled against the tendril like electricity, but failed to escape as more of them sprouted from the device, wrapping around his other wrist and both his ankles. As if the lightning painfully flowing through his body wasn't enough he began to feel strange, a feeling of lightness blanketing him. It was then that he looked to his wrist, horrified at what he saw. His body was slowly breaking apart, small bits floating off of his arms as he was slowly dragged forward. The strange thing was, even though his body was falling apart there was no blood, only a strange light and binary code leaking out from him. It was then he realized what was truly happening. He was being digitized. Turned into data and dragged into the TV by the, now psychotic smiling, rotom. He struggled against the tendrils of lightning with all his might, but alas, it was much too late.

With a final yank he was taken off of his feet, only able to let out a muffled yell as a tendril wrapped around his maw, his body being fully pulled through the screen of his TV. For a moment there was nothing, no sound or wind or sight. It was just. Darkness. He feel through this empty void for what seemed like forever yet it seemed like no time at all. He couldn't move his body at all. It felt as if every sense was gone, stolen from him by some mysterious force. At this moment he was nothing more than a hollow shell. Even his eyes had lost their color, now just a dull grey. Being that he could not see or hear he didn't notice the rotom from earlier appearing in front of him from some blocky portal, his face still twisted in the sick smile that now haunted the quilava's mind. The plasma ghost began to speak to the quilava, as if he could actually hear him.

"Hello little one. How are you enjoying your flight?"

He slowly circled around him as he spoke, cackling softly at the state of suspended animation the fire type was currently trapped in.

"You probably can't even hear me right now. You know why? Because you're a real world object, or RWO for short. You don't belong here, and your body is not adapted to moving in this world. As long as your here you're at my mercy."

The disturbing creature's smile grew, now looking as if his face would split in two. He raised one of his electric tendrils, it morphing into an axe blade as he stared murderously at the badger. Inside Axel could not see or hear what was going on, yet he somehow knew what was happening. He was about to be killed within some sort of time space warp by this demented digital demon. He tried his best to struggle against the grip this world had on him, but had no such luck in releasing himself. With a cackle the rotom raised the axe, his eyes locked on the quilava he planned to chop into pieces.

"Say goodbye boy. It was nice killing time with you."

Axel knew if he didn't act now it would be the end of him. He struggled harder, still no sign of movement in his body. Suddenly, he saw a light, a bright, blue light that that blinded him for a few seconds, the blue instantly returning to black. Moments later he could feel his senses returning, and heard a voice in the back of his head. The voice was soft, but commanding at the same time.

"Don't just float there you idiot! Move!"

At that moment his eyes regained their color, his paw shooting out and grabbing the blade of the axe right before it struck him. The rotoms eyes widened in shock at this, but before he could react Axel's other paw grabbed his other tendril, keeping him from going anywhere.

"Release me! You're not even supposed to be able to move here!"

"Well I guess you were wro-"

Before Axel could finish him suddenly felt a rush of energy, and looking to his hands he saw strange pixels flowing from the rotom to him. As this happened he felt extreme pain, and so did the rotom. Slowly the rotom began to lose its color, and they both screamed in agony for as long as they were in contact.

"W...What are you doing? Let go or we'll both die!"

Releasing a discharge the rotom separated them, but found himself too weak to fight, so he weakly floated into another portal to escape. Meanwhile, Axel once again found himself falling. Only this time it was a vast white void. After a bit of falling he hit a barrier, breaking through it and landing in something that resembled water. His body felt cold, and he continued to sink down. He felt himself slipping, and no matter how hard he fought his eyes slowly closed. And he blacked out.

When he awoke he had to cover his eyes, for the sun shone brightly and blinded him for a few seconds. Once his eyes adjusted he found himself in a field, only the breeze and grasses keeping him company. Next to him was a hill, which he walked up to get a better view of his surroundings. But once he reached the top his eyes widened at the sight he beheld. In the distance, at the very edge of his sight, was a castle. A large white castle with tall towers and red flags decorated with black symbols. At the base of this grand castle was a large town, its people carrying out their daily routine of shopping or washing clothes. He couldn't believe his eyes. It was as if he'd been thrown back in time to the dark ages. He stood there stunned for a few minutes, his mind unable to process what was happening.

But soon he shook his head wildly, and looking once more to the castle he took off down the hill, running as quickly as he could towards the town at its base, his eyes full of confusion and excitement for what was about to happen. Unknowingly to him he was being watched from the shade of a tree, a dark figure sporting red glowing eyes that moved along with him, keeping itself hidden from view. After he moved far enough away it slowly broke apart, breaking apart into tiny particles and flowing through the wind, also heading for the town.