Chapter 3 ( The Horror Begins)
(Slowpoke's POV)
The same ghostly white quadruped, mammalian Pokémon stood at the exact mountain cliff. It looked around, then opened its tiny mouth and let out the identical gigantic roar.
It whirled its head around, and looked straight into my eyes. It's blood red eyes had signs of despair It then spoke with a defeated tone: " Too late, I tried to warn you. You didn't heed my warning."
"Wait, don't go yet! Who are you?" I stammered.
"I am Absol, the Disaster Pokemon. I warn people of mortal imminent danger. Unfortunately, due to my bad reputation, to avoid being chased away violently, I had to resort to appearing in your dreams." the feline Pokemon with the scythe-like tail replied.
"So, why am I in danger? I seem to be having a good time." I queried. I needed to get answers.
"The source of your troubles is the Fantasy Games. But I myself am unable to detect the exact danger of this event. Some immensely powerful Psychic force is obstructing my forecast." Absol sighed with his tail drooping.
I shuddered. The Psychic Pokemon is definitely Mewtwo. But what would he do to us?
"By the way, I took over Gengar as the Master of the Dead, so I figure I might see you pretty soon." Absol said, void of emotions.
"WHAT? I AM NOT GOING TO DIE!"...
My scream woke me up. It is that nightmare again! Stop it Darkrai, you ain't funny. Stop conjuring prophecies of my "impending doom". Go haunt someone else.
I got out of bed, and was waiting expectantly for the Fantasy Games to begin. Time to win Pokefood!
(Narrator)
The Pokemon gathered in the middle of the park, looking eagerly at the other fun things they missed out on the first day. But before they could do anything, a blinding light flashed and poof, Mewtwo appeared.
The Pokemon were momentarily stunned. They examined the humanlike creature with fascination. The purple eyes of Mewtwo stared back at them. The big tail of Mewtwo swung around lazily.
After the Pokemon got over their surprise, they yelled in delight as they rushed towards what seemed like their "new playmate". Some pulled Mewtwo's tail, some tickled Mewtwo's hands, some tried to strike a conversation with it, telling Mewtwo about how great the party is until Mewtwo let out a terrifying scream.
Mewtwo flailed its hands and shook off all the Pokemon. Its purple eyes narrowed.
"I am NOT your playmate or plaything!" it roared.
The Pokemon backed off in fear, wondering who was the naughty one that probably irritated Mewtwo.
"What is the matter Mewtwo? Don't you like us to have fun?" Mareep asked, voice filled with concern. "Is everything okay? Did something terrible happen to you?" she rattled off like a machine gun.
Mareep's concerns were directed towards the wrong person. Sadly, being the naive and innocent little sheep, she didn't realise that it is she who needed more care, as she would soon find out.
Mewtwo, realising the humour in the situation, cracked up in guffaws.
"Oh, nothing to worry. The Fantasy Games would surely go on." Mewtwo gave a hint of a smile.
The Pokemon erupted into cheers. Everything seemed to be okay.
"Since you Pokemon are so enthusiastic about starting the Games now, I shall grant your wishes..." More cheers. "There is only one event to compete in in the Games, and you Pokemon would play this game called "Murderer". "
"Haha, time to kill you all. [scratch], you die Froakie!" Chimchar giggled as he scratched Froakie lightly.
"The rules are simple. Yesterday, one of you was already selected. If you had a dream that showed me shouting "YOU ARE THE MURDERER", then you are the one. Here, I will show you an example." Mewtwo then projected a video clip showing Mewtwo shouting in the vision.
"Now before any of you interrupt, let me quickly say that your job as the appointed murderer is to go around killing other Pokemon..." Chimchar broke into hysterical giggles. He lightly hit Treecko on her face. "Die Treecko! Whee! This is fun!" only to be shell shocked upon hearing Mewtwo's next word.
"Literally." That short, deadly word was enough to stop Chimchar in his tracks. Chimchar's eyes widened in shock. The other Pokemon started trembling like leaves in a gust.
"You have to kill the other Pokemon without them finding out your identity. Once there is only one innocent left, the murderer wins and the last survivor still dies because the identity of the murderer becomes obvious." Mewtwo continued steadily, ignoring the fear displayed on the other Pokemon's faces.
"As a general warning, any murderer who gives himself up too early would be instantly killed. However, the game still goes on. Unless I see that the murderer is caught due to his or her incompetence, I would not let the game end. However, if the murderer has at least killed half of you Pokemon before giving himself or herself up, probably due to a guilty conscience, I would be magnanimous and set the remaining Pokemon free."
"Furthermore, if you suspect that Pokemon X is the murderer, the only way to defeat X is to kill X. In the past there was this accusation system but I have decided to change some rules of the game this year."
"A few other rules are: The murderer can never plan a mass murder. He or she can only kill Pokemon one at a time. This is to ensure that the others have a chance to catch him. Don't you Pokemon agree that a poisoning spree is just too boring?"
"The quality of your food decreases rapidly for every day without a murder happening. This is to encourage the murderer to act quickly. Nevertheless, he or she need not plan a murder all the time. Do take note that thievery of food is strictly forbidden, and would result in an instant death."
"I have also disabled the telepathic abilities of certain Pokemon, namely Natu and Slowpoke. So no one can find out who the murderer is just by reading their minds. However, good news for you Slowpoke, for I have removed your famous 5 second reaction time. You are now the only Slowpoke in this world that can react at a normal speed, just like other Pokemon."
"You are crazy! My dad would save me!" Slowpoke screamed, half with rage, half with fright.
"Many people have branded me crazy. But at the end of the day, nothing can stop my craze. Those critics were slain on the spot. By the way, your dad Slowking doesn't even know you are here. He probably thinks you are in seventh heaven. Coincidentally, he was in this event one year ago. He even won the Fantasy Games! But the question is, would you repeat history?" Mewtwo cackled.
"This doesn't make sense. How would Slowking forget such a traumatic event?" Slowpoke uttered.
"This is because all his memories are locked up into a Memory Chamber in my room. All victors of my event would lose their memories and forget everything that had happened. By the way, my room is out of bounds. Also, don't bother trying to escape, Slowking had tried it with his group of Pokemon, but they failed miserably. Escape would just be a failure and a waste of time. I suggest you Pokemon just listen to my instructions and play the game. Good luck, and have fun!"
For some reason, Gligar began biting Axew ferociously. "Die now, cursed dragon!" Gligar unleashed an Ice Fang and bit into Axew's body. Axew writhed in pain. "Get off me you hideous bat!" Axew shouted. In that instant, a ray of pure energy struck the purple bat. Gligar died instantly.
"I hope that would serve as a deterrent to those who would want to give themselves up. I shall appoint a new murderer this instant. Done." Mewtwo said, with a deadly chill in his voice.
Slowpoke looked around, in the hope that he would see anyone flinch at being re-appointed as the murderer. No signs. The Pokemon had similar downcast expressions. "The Fantasy Games has begun. I wish you all the best." Mewtwo's declared, before teleporting away.
What followed soon after was a flooding of the park, caused by the rain of tears summoned from the Pokemon's eyes...
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