First Impressions
She may have been very unfriendly at first, but she didn't seem too bad...
"Odd. Only your first day here, and you've already fainted."
Camellia smiled nervously at Pamela's half-stern, half-concerned voice. The fainting bit wasn't her fault, it was the person in charge of that dream. Telling them about it would probably be a good idea...
"I wouldn't, if I were you."
...Why are you still talking to me?!
"I'm meant to keep tabs on you, darling." She sounded like she didn't want to do it either. "As much as I dislike you, you're needed."
A sharp pain coursed through her head, like she was being stabbed inside-out over and over again. Perhaps that was that stupid voice's way of telling her how much she could do. Whatever it was, it... hurt... She gritted her teeth, willing herself not to cry, and looked back at the flygon.
"Um... I'm sorry. How long was I out for?"
"Six minutes. Anything more than five is considered dangerous, as you should know."
Six minutes... It sure didn't feel like six minutes in the dream. She bit her bottom lip. She had to tell somebody, even if that voice wrecked her brain with pain afterwards. She couldn't not let them know.
A giggle resounded. "Darling, you're so funny. I didn't say I'd punish you for telling others. I just said it's not a good idea."
I'm not going to listen to what you say, you stupid, idiotic voice.
"...Torn, by the way."
What?
"They call me Torn. Since I have the unfortunate job of 'accompanying' you for now, you might as well know what I'm addressed as." Torn didn't sound delightful to reveal her name.
Camellia shook her head, ignoring Pamela's curious gaze. She didn't know what to say to either of them. She didn't know how to suddenly bring up the very thought of being targeted and attempted to be captured. She shivered. It felt... creepy, to say the least. Why did they give her a warning? Why didn't they just... invade and take her away? Surely they were strong enough.
Torn did not answer. The sylveon supposed that it wasn't something that could just be freely discussed.
She should call the others over, too—Crusher and Kaitlyn. The more that knew, the better. Repeating herself sounded like a trouble, too.
"Do you think you can call Crusher and Kaitlyn? I need to tell you guys something," Camellia said vaguely.
Eyeing her for a moment, the insect-like dragon nodded. "Of course. Wait here for a moment, Camellia. I'll get them right away. Will you be fine by yourself?"
"Guess so."
"Then I shall be off."
While Pamela exited the room, the fairy-type fox looked around the room. As previously noticed, it was like a hospital ward. Nothing much else could be said about it. Nothing suspicious about it. Probably a place they took her in to rest up properly, unlike the earlier room she was brought to.
So much things to do, yet so little time...
...What things was she thinking about?
"I'm going crazy," she told herself, slipping off the bed and testing her legs. The moment she did, her legs buckled, and she fell to the floor, gasping. That had hurt! Why was it so hard to even just stand? Earlier, it hadn't been so bad, but it had only been slightly difficult.
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to think of what could possibly have caused her legs to... well, not work like that. Nothing came to mind... apart from that one other very obvious answer.
Sounding miffed, the reply echoed, "It's your body's problem, mind you, not mine."
Yep, basically, Torn was the cause of it. Camellia settled on the floor. No point even trying to get up to the bed, when she couldn't even walk straight. It was noticeably uncomfortable, though...
"When I infiltrated your head, your whole body shut down to solely focus on defending your mind. It seems that you still haven't recovered. What are you, a tiny stick?"
"I can ward off enemies on the street for days, so I'm not helpless," Camellia bit back. "And, go away. You're not helping me in any way."
"Ward them off? Did you really think that came from your own effort? I'm somehow tickled." She sure didn't sound it. "And... not helping you in any way? ...Let's see about that."
On its own, the sylveon's legs began to move. And it didn't hurt. She swung around jerkily, forelegs already reading up to the edge of the mattress. Camellia blinked, but before she could fully digest the situation, her right hind-leg swung up to reach the edge of the mattress, using the force from the forelegs to help. Getting her last leg up on the bed wasn't hard after that.
Blinking in slight terror, Camellia felt her senses return to her. She turned her head, testing herself, before drooping her head down again. Okay... so Torn had helped. But it was initially Torn's fault, anyway.
"See? I can help you, if you're unable to move yourself."
I suppose you can only be useful when—
"Right, whatever. I'll have to leave for the time being. Do well without me."
Silence.
Camellia knew she was on her own for the time being. Loneliness suddenly felt very welcomed to her, like she had experienced it many times before, but the thing was... she didn't remember being alone. Besides, she had friends, right? Well, she was talking to her friends before the chaos started.
The truth of the world terrified her, needless to say. Unstoppable war? That must've been something she was never going to expect. And even if she could fend off some people, she knew that some of them would be tons stronger than her.
Disgusting. How... disgusting.
Yes, there was really no other way to describe it.
Wretched, selfish idiots. Why do they think they exist? To wreak havoc? How wrong they are.
Perhaps she was weak. Perhaps she couldn't do much. Perhaps she really would be taken away by the enemy. Perhaps they stood no chance against the organization. Perhaps they were wrong about everything. Perhaps they had real, valid reason. Perhaps... Camellia and the others... perhaps they were the wrong ones...
I'm going to make them learn their places, whatever stands between me and my goal.
"Are you all right?" whispered a silvery voice, one that was almost... concerned?
The creature in front of her seemed to shift backwards. "...There is no reason for you to come near me," the creature in front of her muttered back, somewhat angrily. "Go away."
It seemed like... whatever had initiated the conversation had smiled. Maybe it lit up the creature's heart without the very creature knowing it. He looked monstrous, he knew. He was huge, and had a grumpy expression plastered on all the time.
The much smaller creature sighed. "I know there's no reason for me to come near you, but..."
Almost as if anticipating the continuation of her sentence, the larger creature's breath hitched.
"...I don't have any friends."
"I... would not make a good friend. How foolish of you."
"Even if you may not be, a friend is still a friend. Nobody wants to be friends with me, so... you'll be my friend, right?"
"I never said that."
But the smaller one did visit him the next day, and the day after, and of course their friendship eventually blossomed.
I wrote this when I was high. Literally. I had too much soda.
I don't plan on Torn making her way to every chapter... I don't intend her to appear for the most bits, actually. So don't worry about the "pesky voice in head", because it's not gonna be much of a problem.
Not much stuff. Lots of words but nothing happens hahahaaaa
