Warning: There will be some suggestive things such as rape, murder, etc.
Boo: Q doesn't own Pokemon, GameFreak, or Nintendo.
"Mommy! Wake up! I'm scared!" Quinton shook his mother as he hoped to find a sign of movement from her. Suddenly, a large boom came from the cavern walls and two Pokemon exited out. One of them was a large Chandelure and the other was a Haunter. They walked towards the two unconscious Pokemon and simply stared at them as they spoke in some foreign language. The Haunter picked up the Quilava and rested her on one of the Chandelure's arms. The same Haunter picked up Quinton and placed him on another arm. The two levitated back to the hole, and closed the entrance with the many rocks littered around the spot. Quinton slowly opened one of his eyes and alas, an entire town glowed within the cave.
This cave absolutely ginormous, each dimension seemed to be endless. Homes were located all over the place: ceilings, walls, the bases of the cave. He also passed by what seemed like a garden. A large tree grew in the middle of this patch of grass. The lights seemed to have emitted naturally, but there was no source of electricity. This small observation came to an end once the Chandelure and the Haunter entered some location with more Pokemon in it.
There was only psychic, dark, and ghost type Pokemon in this room, aside from the two fire types. The large room they were currently in had seven Pokemon including the three and Quinton himself. Two of the Pokemon (one was a Swoobat and the other was a Weezing) were waiting aside a wall, probably waiting for some assistance. The other Pokemon was a Misdreavus and it had talked to the Chandelure and the Haunter, but something about that conversation made Quinton feel alien. They spoke in a language they seemed to make up. It sounded like gibberish, like a newborn making words up. While Quinton doesn't fully understand English fully, he does know that they didn't use words like "the" or the vocabulary a typical toddler would learn. The Misdreavus escorted the Chandelure and the Haunter to one separate room. This room seemed like a cave itself. A rectangular prism-shaped room with a pair of weaved up beds. The Chandelure placed each body on the bed, until one of them had "woke up."
Quinton, being a kid demanding for answers, turned towards the Pokemon and stood towards them. "Who are you?" The unexpected child had scared the ghost types, and the Chandelure had immediately ran off. He hid behind the entrance as the Haunter looks back at him in disbelief. Instead of a heated argument, he sighs and tells the kid something, only something. Quinton couldn't understand anything and his questioned expression didn't leave off of his face. The Haunter groans again, and looks back on the Chandelure coward. He tells the Chandelure some sort of demand, in which the Chandelure quickly leaves. Meanwhile, Quinton tackled the Haunter. "Who are you?" The Haunter covered his frightened face and sobbed. It spoke an alien sentence but the youth ignored it. The Haunter only then cowered behind the doorway, leaving Quinton being a proud little toddler. After all of that, he goes back to see his mother, and waited for him to wake up.
Only minutes later, did the Quilava wake up as confused as her son. Upon waking up, she only notices Quinton, and the homey room she's been left in. It was like some sort of random nightmare. "Where... Where am I?" Lizbeth asked Quinton.
"We're in the cave." Quinton bluntly stated.
"That can't be. Are you sure we're talking about the same cave we have lived for years on end?"
"Yes."
The thought of this blew Lizbeth's mind away. This can't possibly be the same cave that they inhabited for years. Sheldon made sure that each corner was barren, and that there was no place to hide, but this place that the two are currently at, felt like a normal room. Not only that, unlike the floor that Sheldon gave to them, this area seemed polished, or rather molded to be a room. The Quilava crouched down to Quinton's height, placed her paws on his shoulders, looked deep into his eyes, and asked with all seriousness, "How did we get here Quinton?"
"After you went asleep and Mr. Sheldon left to his house, two Pokemon carried us here."
"Where did these Pokemon come from?"
"The cave."
This answer only brought up to the conclusion that these Pokemon were intelligent given that this room was unnatural. Not only that, these Pokemon could be some ancient group like a band of cave dwellers since there wasn't any sign of cracks on the walls of the cave. The cracks could have possibly been eroded as time went on.
"Did you ask these Pokemon questions?"
"I asked them who were they, but they said something and left."
"What do you mean by said something?"
"They said stuff. I don't know what they said, but I know it's not from here. I didn't here 'the' or 'a' when they talked so I got angry and they left."
This then further shows that these Pokemon could possibly be cave dwellers. She stood up, and she walked to the doorway. The doorway was more like an empty hole, not that it really mattered anyway. Outside the doorway, a Misdreavus was talking to the Haunter from earlier. the Haunter was gesturing his hands and a pool of liquid was below the ghost Pokemon. The Misdreavus nodded, and hovered to the room, only to find out that a Quilava is blocking the doorway. Lizbeth was about to leave the room, but was stopped by the Misdreavus.
"Rtse, M faew cfz eo ieap hxvv. N hae kareg mexerggleogw sd ehq Lsqnmii ysaf xza Eftijds imdh vbwzy jog xok." Misdreavus hesistantly told Lizbeth. It was this that Lizbeth had expected, language from the ancient times. It was this language that was frequently used right after Arceus had created the universe, or so they say. While it has always been used, it has been hard to find artifacts or even records to translate the language. Either way, this still gave Lizbeth and Quinton a puzzled look. Quinton tried escaping the room by going around his mother but the Misdreavus stopped him with the same warning.
"Perhaps, she's telling us to stay here." Lizbeth notified Quinton.
"But why? I want to go back!" Quinton whined and the Misdreavus stared at the Cyndaquil. He sat down, pounding the floor with his paws, and kicking his legs.
Lizbeth carried Quinton and reminded him, "Quinton, I can't understand them. We can't leave this room either, because this Pokemon will not let us. The only thing we can do is stay here on our beds and wait until something happens. Okay?"
Her eyes started to swell as a droplet formed on her eyes. The stern voice of hers made Quinton feel hopeless, and answered with a dissatisfied okay to her. They hugged for awhile, and the Misdreavus turned around. Before the Misdreavus could leave, she left out one quick note. "Dzu nsld dhr'k spep xg sokvp fmogx Wipkijx. Dhq aahl tvinge esgj. Im wytflpr'l padi ctyg." Then she departed from the doorway. It didn't matter though. The mother and son will stay in this room helplessly until someone arrives. The two laid down one bed, while the other bed stood there, empty.
"Do you think Mr. Sheldon will find us?" Quinton asked. Lizbeth feared that specific question. It was the last question that she didn't need to know. All she knows is that she's safe. And surely, Sheldon will never reach them. She firmly hugs him, and Quinton hugs her back.
"I'm not sure Quinton. I'm not sure..."
Lizbeth caressed Quinton like the child that he is. Just then, outside the doorway, the shadow of a Pokemon cast on the floor, and a cough had brought the two fire-types. A Sylveon blocked the doorway, and stood there proudly. "Greetings Lizbeth Cinderblaze, Quinton Flameswater, to our home."
Q: N sobi qku xratjep xzes vlrueed!
Boo: English Quinton.
Q: Sorry. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. You guys don't need to worry about the strange line of gibberish. It would be coincidence to see if these random letters do make sentences, but who knows... maybe they do say something. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it, and I'll see you in the next chapter!