Tamah: Hi there. This is a sequel to a one-shot called Cuckoo Canticle. You don't have to read that one though, I guess. It would explain some things, though.
I know that the title is also a vocaloid song.
No, this has nothing to do with vocaloid.
Well, now that I scared everyone off, here I go.
"Where is that damn thing?" Rebekah muttered to herself as she flung clothes everywhere. She was in her closet, attempting to find something the size of a postage stamp. She wanted to find her Platinum version so she could trade some of her pokémon over to her Soul Silver.
On the floor, she finally found it. "Now, where did I put my DS?" she asked herself sheepishly. She surveyed her room, realizing she made a terrible mess. She would clean it later. And by later, she meant next week.
Lucky for her, it wasn't anywhere strange, it was sitting on her pillow. She put the game in and turned it on. She tried to think about the last time she had actually played her Platinum. It had been a long time ago, she thought guiltily.
She promised to play it more often from then on.
Rebekah clicked continue and waited a few seconds. It loaded in Pastoria City. That was kind of strange, but what was just a tad stranger was the lack of Dawn in the middle of the screen. "The hell?" Rebekah muttered, "What kind of creepypasta bullshit is this?"
She tried to push the directional keys, but the screen didn't move. She was about to kill the cartridge with fire when a group of people walked across the screen.
Their sprites told her they were policemen. She didn't remember any part of the game going quite like this, so she watched, transfixed.
A textbox appeared. "Is there any sign of anyone?"
Another sprite walked up to the pack. "No, and we can't find any bodies either."
Wait, bodies? The fuck?
This whole thing has to be some kind of joke, she thought. Maybe her brother had hacked it or something, just to fuck with her.
The police scurried off screen, and nothing happened for a few minutes. Rebekah was about to switch it off when two pokémon waltzed in. A lucario and a togekiss, two of her pokémon from the game.
She had a feeling she wasn't going to like where this was going. Her suspicions came true when she felt herself grow lightheaded and black out.
Rebekah opened her eyes slowly. She was outside, somewhere. Above her was a sky filled with dark, foreboding rain clouds. She groaned. "What kind of bullshit is this?" she grumbled, pulling herself up out of the mud.
She wiped a smear of sticky mud off of her face. "Ech."
She's awake~! She's awake~!
Rebekah nearly jumped out of her skin. What on earth. . . ? She looked around frantically for the speaker. A huge, fat, white bird-thing sat in the mud next to her, peering at her with friendly-looking eyes. It had red and blue mark-
Red and blue on a fat white bird?
No way.
No, no way in hell.
She brought her hand up to her forehead, trying to feel if she had a fever. All she managed to do was get more mud all over her face.
"Jubilee?" she asked, giving in and just going along.
The bird- no, a togekiss- fluffed up and trilled happily.
You are her~! You are her! Swift, Swiiiift! She squealed and pulled Rebekah into a feathery embrace. Somehow.
In a flash, a lucario stood next to Jubilee. If her delusions stuck to continuity, this was Swift, her lucario.
There was a few moments of silence. She felt like she should break it. "Swift, is that you?"
The lucario turned towards her, shock and happiness came over his canine features. He pulled her and Jubilee into a hug, taking care to not stab anyone with his chest spike.
See~, see~, see~? Now we can go! We need to go, the mind voice she had labeled as Jubilee's chirped.
"Go where?" Rebekah asked. After all, didn't these kinds of things end after some kind of epic quest or something?
A different voice spoke up, probably Swift's. If I tell you, you won't want to go. So you are coming anyway.
She made a face. This didn't sound all that good. . . .
Far away from there, in a place beyond belief, a girl was sitting on a floating rock. She was swinging her legs back and forth over the edge, and she was giggling to herself. In her hand was a dull-colored flower. The surroundings were just as bleak and dead-looking.
"He loves me," she said, plucking a petal, "he loves me not." She pulled another petal. She went on until there was only one petal left.
"He loves me!" she said with a squeal, "Did ya hear that, Tsunami! He loves me!"
The empoleon sat next to her, silent and stoic.
She cast a sunny glance to the man sitting far away, on another floating island. He, like the empoleon, was about as expressive as a rock.
Cyrus was deep in thought. It was difficult to believe that his ideal world was so close to fruition. Even more difficult to believe was that Dawn was the crucial element to his plan. She had stopped him once before, after all, so it was extremely odd that she would come back to him, promising him her help.
Why would such an emotional child want to help him succeed? Did she realize that his ideal meant that she would be destroyed in the end? Obviously not, he mused.
At first, he was convinced that it was some kind of trap. She was acting very different than when they first crossed paths; before she seemed determined, serious. But now, she was the exact opposite. When she found him in the Distortion Realm, he was convinced that he would not be able to put up with her constant chatter and general annoying persona.
Over time, he grew to accept her strange attitude. It was obvious she adored him, perhaps as some type of father figure.
What puzzled him the most, though. . . . It would have to be the callous way she could slaughter others. Not just other human beings, but pokémon as well. Her violent actions led him to the conclusion that she was very similar to him, in the emotional sense. He theorized that she was hiding her lack of feelings by overcompensating.
"Cyrus! Whatcha doing?" she asked with a cheerful smile and her head tilted slightly. He had been so lost in thought that he hadn't noticed her presence.
"I am thinking." he told her.
"Oh," she said, "What're you thinking about?"
"Important things," he said. "Very important things."