22/09/2015: Fixed a few typos, and finally got rid of that damn mohawk.
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In one world, a man dies alone in a forest. In another, a man wakes up to a land devoid of life. After discovering he had blades stuck to his arms, however, that man panicked. The Poké Wars have ended, due to no-one left alive to fight it. Arceus takes dead human souls in an attempt to repopulate the Pokémon world... Of course, that didn't mean said souls would like it.
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The tall blue one nodded jerkily.
The slightly shorter brown one rolled his eyes backwards and collapsed on top of a patch of lettuce.
Yes, Lucifer was a peaceful person. A patient person.
At that moment, he was also an extremely irritated person.
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Hershey awoke to the sound of crackling flames and the warmth of a bed.
His arms felt like they were made of lead. His eyelids were practically glued together.
Where was he?
Sccccrape.
Sccccrape.
Shhhhink.
Hershey grimaced. The noise was like somebody rubbing fingernails on a chalkboard.
After an inhumane effort, he successfully cracked open an eye, searching for the offending sound.
Right at his bedside, a figure in brown was sharpening a blade.
Their stomach was decorated with crimson blood.
Memories of last evening rushed to Hershey's head. The attack of Emma Kenny, hiking for hours and hours on end, meeting a creepy vampire who was working on a garden. Fainting.
The hybrid recalled how quickly Lorry had reacted to Emma Kenny.
Was it possible that he attacked Dracula's twin as well? If it did, it would explain the bloodstains on this guy's shirt. Was this guy Mr. Vampire?
Hershey squinted. In the darkness, it was difficult to make out much, other than what the dim glow of the fire could show.
He mentally shrugged. The best course of action would be to assume this was Count Dracula, and move on to another important fact.
There was the basic rule of life and death: If two people try to kill each other, only one person is supposed to crawl out alive.
And the person beside him was most definitely not Lorry.
Vampire-Man killed Lorry.
Lorry was dead because of Vampire-dude.
This guy had killed his only friend so far in this new world.
With a burst of rage, Hershey shot out of the cot, arms already moving at Lorry's killer.
Count Dracula gave a girly shriek and jumped backwards, but he was too slow. Hershey's arm-scythe smashed into his stomach. The blade killed Dracula instantly.
Or rather, would have, if it wasn't coated in bubble wrapping.
Hershey had dealt all the damage of a rubber bat.
Below him, his victim moaned weakly, clutching the back of his head. Or rather, her head.
It was then he realized he had just attacked a girl.
A small one.
Who was currently armed with nothing but a knife sharpener. Hershey's foot was on top of the second blade.
Hershey felt like a jerk.
Of course, that was the exact moment the girl swept his legs off the floor in a sweeping kick, stood up and lifted the knife sharpener like a dagger.
"I'm giving you ten seconds to explain." She hissed. She was scary in the dull glow of the fire. Sort of like a mother when she caught you stealing brownies. Or maybe Molly Weasley. Either one. Your decision.
Hershey did the obvious thing, and hissed right back. "You guys killed Lorenz!" He made a gesture at her shirt. "Look! You haven't even bothered to clean the blood! And you think I'm supposed be fine with that!? Who do you think you are, you- You-"
He realized he had been spitting during his rant, and hastily wiped his chin clean from saliva.
There was a sigh, and Hershey saw the killer pinch the bridge of her nose. "You really are stupid, aren't you?" She asked him slowly, as if speaking to a stubborn toddler.
Then again, Hershey did have the same mental capacity as one.
"If we wanted to kill you guys, I would have slit your throat while you were sleeping. Instead, I wrapped up your blades before you gutted yourself. You really think we're killers?"
The Kabutops hybrid nodded, eager to prove his point. "Then what about your shirt? It's covered in blood!"
"Please," The woman snorted. "As if. I'm half-Excadrill. My shirt always looks like this." To emphasize her point, she waved a hand over her stomach.
"As for your friend…" Lady-Covered-With-What-Was-Definitely-Not-Blood pointed across the room, where a dozen beds were pushed up against the wall, side by side. "He's right there."
"Lorry!"
Said hybrid was snoring quietly in the bed closest to the door, almost invisible underneath the covers. His mohawk had been matted down from rolling around in his sleep, and the Ukrainian had a weird feeling that Lorry would prefer it that way.
Hershey brightened considerably. "You didn't tear out his guts!"
The Excadrill hybrid barked out a laugh. "So that guy really is named like a truck?"
Hershey pouted, shuffling a bit on his awkward position on the floor. "Um, nooo. His name's Lorenz-y something. But that's way too long, so I just call him Lorry."
The woman had lowered the knife sharpener by now, and extended an arm to Hershey. "Well, I'm Giorgia. Sorry we got off on the wrong foot, but to be fair, you did attack me with… Whatever those are." Giorgia nodded to Hershey's scythes.
"Hershey."
"What?"
"Well, we are all introducing ourselves here." The Kabutops hybrid took the offered hand, and stretched. He felt bones crack.
Giorgia continued to stare at him oddly. "No, I mean; isn't a Hershey a chocolate?"
"What's so bad about chocolate?"
"Nothing! But… Are you sure that's a name?"
"Well, it's my name. That counts for something, right?"
"You know what? I'm not even going to question it. I mean, look at Tonka Truck over there."
"It's Lorry. Get it right."
The Dewott hybrid in question groaned, and sat up. Rubbing sleep crust from his eyes, he peered blearily around.
"Oh. Hi Giorgia. Looks like you've met Hershey."
Hershey's head darted back and forth between the two. "Wait, you've met? Like, before all this?"
Lorry yawned. "No, you just fainted before we got here. I had to carry you over here. Met Giorgia along the way."
The blue hybrid squinted, eyes adjusting to the firelight. "Actually, I introduced myself wrong before. Sorry 'bout that. Full name's Lorenzo. This idiot over here made up a nickname. Sorta stuck." He yawned again, and clambered out of bed. "What time is it?" He asked.
"Time for you to get a watch." Giorgia made a deliberate effort to not look at Hershey.
"Five in the morning. Reggie woke me up an hour ago, so I figured I might as well wake up the whole villa." The Excadrill hybrid said.
Hershey's head snapped back to Giorgia. "Right. That guy's automatically awesome."
The girl glared. "Well, just look for the building near the pool," She spat bitterly. "You'll probably hear him first."
The Kabutops got a weird feeling that the two didn't get along too well, but slipped out the door anyway.
Cold morning air whooshed back at him, and Hershey quickly closed the door, preventing the warmth of the fire to escape the building.
It was both dark and light outside, as if the sun had gotten halfway out of bed, realized what the time was, and hurried back under the blanket before it got too cold.
The Ukrainian peered around at the countryside. White and blue villas dotted the surrounding landscape: There was a faint 'Doof, doof, doof' pounding away, maybe two hundred metres to the west.
Bingo: Beside heavy fencing and a group of trees, there was a house with lights on. The sound was coming from there. Hershey rushed towards it, bubble-wrap crinkling and boots crunching through the morning snow.
The pounding got louder as Hershey got closer. By the time he had arrived, it sounded like somebody was throwing bodies against a wall. He peered through the nearest window, and immediately knew why Giorgia hated this guy so much.
The first thing- Or, to be more specific, things, he noticed was the miniature sea of empty beer bottles. A speaker that had seen better days hung in the shadows, painfully ebbing out a constant beat. In the middle of the entire mess, a man in a slightly-oversized navy jacket was hopping to the beat.
Before the Kabutops hybrid could register anything else, a… was that lightning bolt!? Burst out of the man's hand clipping the side of a lamp. The lights flickered, and Hershey's eyes were immediately drawn to his face.
A jaw dropped.
The guy had a… a mane would probably fit the best. Wild, spiky black hair stood up in clumps. A cross between a Five o'clock shadow and beard stubble had claimed the sides of the man's jawline.
The creepiest bit were the glowing eyes.
Twin, tiny little shining dots danced around merrily. In the dim lighting, Hershey though he could make out the features of his eyes: Black irises and molten gold pupils. Seemed a bit inverted, to him. As if there was a flashlight trapped inside the man's head, a faint light illuminated the first few feet in front of his face, stemming from the pupils.
And suddenly, those two eerie lights turned onto Hershey's face.
Everything happened at once. Hershey shoved his bubble-wrapped scythes blindly in front of him. As fast as lightning, a stick with a blade attached to the side of it- A glaive, the back of Hershey's mind answered- had appeared in Mane-Man's hands.
And just as fast, the weapon was hurled at the window.
Glass shattered. Hershey grimaced as invisible shards cut across his face. The glaive tore into the bubble-wrapping, coming to a halt as it smashed into Hershey's helmet.
Silence.
Slowly, carefully, Hershey pried the glaive out of his helmet. Cold air rushed into his face, and the Kabutops hybrid discovered that there was now a solitary (But still very large) crack in his glorious, brand-new helmet/part of his skull.
Glowing eyes regarded him closely through the broken remains of the window.
"Well. You lived. That's new."
Thor's trashy duplicate nodded at Hershey. "I'm guessing you're a guest, then. I'm Reggie. Luxray morph. Can I have my glaive back?"
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Abc- Main character
Abc- Minor character
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Hershey (Igor)- Kabutops
Lorry (Lorenz/Lorenzo)- Dewott
Georgia- Excadrill
Reggie- Luxray
Lucifer- Salamence
Emma Kenny- Monferno
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