(A/N: A warning to all of you as this chapter contains frightening images and blood. You have been warned.)

~ Neoshadow574


Chapter 11: The Encounter

Yellow's Mind, Normal POV…

A cold and dreadful feeling wrapped itself around Yellow's small body. The air was thick and made it difficult to breathe. Wherever she looked, she could only see an endless expanse of darkness. Her body felt light for some reason, and it was only when she looked down that she noticed that she wasn't standing on anything. She was floating in midair, above what she thought was water, as the tip of her foot touched the surface and sent a few ripples around it.

She tried to think about how she ended up here. She had gone off to bed after what happened throughout the day, and somehow she was here. She knew right away that this wasn't her dream, since they usually had Red in them. The presence she felt in the air reminded her of someone she knew, but it was too faint for her to tell who it was exactly.

An ear-splitting scream shattered her train of thought. She placed her hands over her ears to keep her ears from bleeding. The sound was so horrible. It sounded like a mix between a chalkboard being scratched, a really loud engine and an annoyed Exploud, all mixed together with a sickly, demonic voice. A white light appeared in front of her and, before she knew it, hundreds of images flew at her. They all appeared for a split-second before they were replaced by another. She couldn't tell what each one of them were about, but the voices that she heard started to explain them as her eyes darted from one image to the next;

I fear that he may have developed Post Traumatic Stress Disorder as a result of

Let us all join together and pray for her safe journey to the Heavens, where she will be with the Almighty Father

He hasn't been himself since the incident

look in his eyes, and I see nothing. Nothing at all. It's like he's completely given up on everything

He has been suffering through many nightmares and illusions as a result of the incident. What's more, is that he continually blames himself for it and has locked himself with all his grieving bottled up. If nothing is done soon, I fear he might do something that he will soon regret.

I fear that his anger is growing worse by the day as a result of what happened

These voices… none of them she recognized. And none of them made any sense. What incident were they talking about? Who was this 'He' that they were referring to? And what exactly did this all have to do with her?

She was about to speak up and ask what was going on before another voice appeared. This one sounded so young, yet the tone sounded awfully familiar;

I don't need anyone's sympathy. I don't need anyone's help! I can take care of myself. I just… want to be left alone… Want to be… alone…

She shook her head. No. No, it couldn't be. But how? How is this possible?

She didn't have enough time as the images began to fade away, only to be replaced seconds later by new ones. A continuous, static-like sound began to ring in her ears as she looked at the closest image. It looked like a darkened TV screen with a face on it, all distorted by the static that made it up. It lacked any eyes, as they were nothing but black pits, and a wicked smirk that was all stitched up. A closer look revealed that the image had large splotches of blood running across it. The same could be said about all the others; some of them even having marks that looked like someone ran their fingers along them. Eventually the screens began to grow more bloody until they were nothing but stark red, and even then the screens began to leak the blood out of the cracks that began to appear on them

She had no idea what was going on, but the sound… Dear Arceus, that sound. She heard it before, back in Celadon, but she thought that she was still tired from the day before. But now that she was hearing it now, inside of her dream of all places…

She heard something move behind her and quickly turned around, her right hand placed over her heart as she felt it beating heavily against her chest…

…and saw a large, disembodied head of the same creature she encountered before screaming right at her face, the blood pouring out of its eyes like waterfalls.

She screamed almost as loud as the head did before she felt herself falling. She felt the water all around her strangling her as she tried so hard to breathe, but to no avail. Soon, her vision began to tunnel, and the desperate need for air forced her to open her mouth. The water wasted no time and filled up her lungs in an instant, removing any traces of her oxygen in seconds. The world around her began to grow dark and the chilling embrace of death began to ensnare her, refusing to let go as she continued to drown within the watery grave.


Guest Bedroom, Blue's House, Normal POV…

Yellow screamed at the top of her lungs as she bolted upright from her bed. The scream was loud enough to startle Chuchu, who was sleeping beside her, and make her stumble off the bed.

She looked around the room quickly to see where she was and began to calm down when she saw the familiar furniture. She placed her hand over her heart and felt it slowing down its beat. She took a series of deep breathes as she tried to calm her nerves. She looked at the clock that was at her bedside. 1:34 AM. She shook her head. Since when did her nightmares became so terrifying?

The door swung wide open and she saw Blue standing there, wearing a set of blue pyjamas that consisted of a pair of shorts and t-shirt. She was holding onto a Pokéball in one hand and a wooden bat in the other. The look on her face clearly told Yellow that she heard the scream.

"I heard screaming! Are you okay, Yellow?! Did somebody break in?" Blue asked as she stepped into the room and looked around, the bat raised threateningly above her head.

The Viridian girl shook her head, slightly intimidated at the thought of Blue using a bat as a weapon, "I-I'm okay… B-Blue. I… I just had a bad dream."

This surprised her friend as she looked back at her in surprise, "Really?" She flicked the bedroom light on and set both the Pokéball and the bat on the dresser nearby and sat down on the bed, "From the way you screamed, I thought you were being attacked by some hockey mask wearing psycho with a machete or one of those Endless creeps."

She opened her mouth to respond, but quickly closed it. She couldn't tell her what she saw. She was still trying to figure out if she was hallucinating or if she was that tired. But the nightmare… her drowning… it all felt so real. And that face…

She shook her head rapidly. No. She dealt with things much worse than this. And it was just a silly nightmare. It couldn't possibly be real in any way.

…Or was it?

That thought send a chill running up her spine. She didn't want to find out if it was true. She looked back at Blue who was still waiting for a response and pulled the blanket a little bit closer to her, her grip tightening in the process, "No. It was only a bad dream. B-But I'm feeling better now, so you don't need to worry!"

"No need to worry?" Blue repeated, "Yellow, you're shaking like a leaf! Like you've seen a ghost or something worse!"

She had a very strong point there, and Yellow couldn't help but admit that it was true. Her hands were struggling to keep their grip on the blanket, her chest was panting heavily and quickly, even her eyes were shaking with fear. She tried to shake it away, but it still remained.

"I'm fine, Blue. Really." She bowed her head slightly and lied back down on her bed, "It's just been a really busy day." She looked back at her and smiled softly, "But I do appreciate you being concerned about me. That means a lot."

This caused Blue to giggle as she reached out and ruffled the younger girl's blonde hair, "You're like a sister to me, Yellow. Of course I'd be concerned about you." She kissed her on the forehead before she got up from the bed and walked over to the doorway, picking up the Pokéball and the bat off the dresser along the way. She looked back one last time at Yellow before she added, "Well, if you're really sure there's nothing wrong…"

"I'm sure."

"Okay." She said before she turned the lights off and closed the door behind her, leaving Yellow in the dark once more.

Blue stood out in the hallway, sighing heavily. She couldn't help but feel that Yellow was hiding something from her. She knew that she was lying; her naïveté and innocent nature made it nearly impossible for her to make even the simplest of lies. But the way that she tried so hard to hide whatever it was that was bothering her made her feel worried.

Sometimes she couldn't understand Yellow, and she was the kind of girl who wore her heart like a sleeve. What was it that she was hiding?

She moved her hand over her mouth and yawned loudly. Whatever it was, she would find out about it tomorrow. She walked down the hallway and opened the door to her bedroom, leaving the door slightly open this time in case Yellow had another nightmare attack and plopped onto her bed. She would have to talk about what happened to Green tomorrow and see what he knows. But for now, she needed wanted some sleep.


Guest Bedroom, 1:47 AM…

Yellow had been staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours, even though it's only been ten minutes. She had tried everything she knew that would make her fall asleep; counting Mareeps, listened to the ambience outside, staring at the ceiling to force herself to sleep out of sheer boredom; everything that she could possibly think of and none of them worked. Her left hand began to clench tightly as she felt a single tear fall from her eye.

Chuchu saw it right as Yellow rubbed her eyes and looked at her with worry, "Chu? (Are you okay?)"

She looked at her Pokémon and nodded slowly, "I'm okay. Don't worry. I'm just… having some trouble sleeping."

"Pika? (You sure?)" The Pikachu asked again.

"Yes. Now go back to sleep, Chuchu. I'm sure you and Pika have something planned for tomorrow." Yellow added.

Remembering the plans she made with her mate, Chuchu quickly hopped onto her makeshift bed and went to sleep instantly.

Yellow looked back at the clock. 1:49 AM. She really wanted to sleep, but then she remembered the reason why she started to cry. She was afraid that the nightmare would come back if she tried to fall back asleep again. While it was normal for her to have nightmares and be somewhat terrified of them, this one was enough to not only make her develop a new fear of giant screaming disembodied heads, but also made her wish she never went back to sleep period so she would never have to see it again.

Her body, however, had other ideas as she felt her muscles slackened and her eyes slowly beginning to grow heavy. She tried to fight off the urge to sleep, but it proved to be too strong for her and gave up midway, letting the sleep wash over her like a sheet.

As she drifted off into dreamland, she was relieved that the nightmare didn't come back. Instead, it was replaced by one of her more 'happy' dreams of her and Red training with their Pokémon, and having fun.


(A/N: Short, simple and up to the point. That is exactly what this chapter is. This is going to be the shortest chapter in the entire story, which is quite rare since I've mostly done 13-24 pages per chapter.

To Yellow fans out there, let me be quick to say I am sorry for putting Yellow in this kind of predicament, and I also apologize to those who might have been disturbed at the nightmare. The idea came from a game called Cry of Fear, where something similar occured at the very beginning of the game. This was literally my first attempt at doing nightmares and horror, and I must say I did pretty good. If you think reading it was bad, try to visualize it in your head, then you'll feel exactly what Yellow felt.

Also, NO THIS IS NOT A YURI FIC IF THAT IS WHAT YOU SICKOS ARE THINKING! *cough* Sorry about that. But really, I wrote it that way between Blue and Yellow because I was trying to make Blue as a responsible (Emphasize on 'responsible') big sister to Yellow. I have seen TV shows and anime where something similar happened between siblings (Not in that kind of way, again), and I thought that it was a sweet thing, so I just had to write it down. Just telling you right now, since people nowadays automatically jump to conclusions without actually reading it.

So I apologize if I might have creeped some of you out by this, but it was basically the main goal of this chapter.

PS: Bonus cookie to who can tell who Blue was referring to when she said 'hockey mask wearing psycho with a machete'!)