A/N: As mentioned before, here are the next five entries!

Oh, quick correction - Rouejin, author of the first entry in the previous chapter, has the pen name of MidnightFenrir on this website! My mistake.

Entry 6:

Author: Lugia Moon

Prompt: Cinnabar Island

Hank's first thoughts upon seeing Cinnabar was that he didn't like it. He couldn't tell if it was the seeming glow of the island, the volcano towering above it, or just pre-mission jitters. Glancing at Crook, he saw that the Krookodile's whole body was tense, tail upright and still as he hissed slightly.

Hank was taken out of his deprecating thoughts by a psychic ping letting him know the mission was about to begin. With a deep breath and a tense nod, he recalled Crook and moved towards his designated teleportation spot. After a few moments, an unseen signal was given and he was whisked away.

With an almost seamless transition, Hank arrived on the outskirts of one of Cinnabar's towns. After looking around to make sure he was alone, he released Crook. Hank didn't think Unova would dump him right beside hostiles, but you couldn't be too sure with dark and ghost types.

"Alright Crook, you know the drill. Low and quiet, nice and slow. We don't want to wake someone up and have the whole town, or Blaine, on top of us." Hank whispered. Crook already knew that, but it was a way for Hank to calm his nerves, which had been going haywire to the point he felt he would scream at every sound in the night. Slowly, they made their way into the outskirts of the town.

Hank's overall job was simple: Make his way into a town, find a POI, attack when the signal was given and take the island quickly. The signal would be the start of the battle between Blaine and Unova's master (a rock type master whose name he couldn't bother to remember). The key to victory, as they had been informed, was stealth and speed. If they failed to take the island quickly, then the local ACE would be able to set up defensive positions and hold until reinforcements arrived.

After a few minutes, Hank was close enough to make out details of the houses. Most were simple, single story buildings with windows, though there was a Pidgey nest on one of the roves (Hank made sure to be extra careful around that particular home, he didn't want to risk blowing his cover). Overall there seemed to be just over two dozen houses, but it was obvious to Hank which one was his first target. It was a mansion that dwarfed all other houses, three stories tall with a large yard and a small pond.

Hank sighed internally, of course his target was a trainer but he wished that they didn't have a water type. Not only would it make it harder for him to only use Crook and keep his cover, but this also meant his team had to hit two targets at once, which would be a nightmare if the pokemon was awake or if he was caught. He gave a few hand signals for Crook to cover him as he released his teammate, hiding the light of the beam as a Lilligant appeared, doing a little dance.

"Peony, there is a water type resting in that pond over there. I need you to set up some Leech Seeds and, when you hear me and Crook begin to move, activate them and use Giga Drain. If it still moves, kill it with Senbonzakura. Reunite with us as soon as it's dead." Hank whispered. Peony nodded and stalked over to the pond.

With Peony on her way, Hank signaled Crook to Dig their way into the house. They emerged in what he assumed was a wine cellar and, after making sure it was secure, went upwards. It was a bold move, but Hank figured he should get into position ASAP.

After securing the first floor, which was surprisingly empty, they moved to the second floor, from which they could hear snoring sounds. They found an open door, and past it a bed with three lumps in it. An Ampharos was curled up at the foot of the bed, asleep. Figuring he wouldn't get a better position than this, Hank signaled Crook to wait.

Hank waited for what seemed like an eternity for the signal but nothing came. His nerves and patience reaching their limit, he gestured for Crook to attack. The Krookodile shot out, teeth radiating distortion energy. Before the Ampharos could truly awake, its head was torn off its body and onto the bed. The lumps were moving now and Hank could make out a couple with a small child between them, shocked awake by what had occurred. The child screamed and the father started to move, but Crook was on top of them in an instant, pinning them against the mattress.

Hank knew his objective, all he had to do was kill them and move on to the next target, but he found himself hesitating at the sight of this family. This hesitation cost him as Hank heard thumping behind him and he whirled around, paling.

"Hey brat," said the man who could only be Blaine. "I see you've got Unova pokemon there, so I assume you're with that fool from earlier. Looks like I need to teach you folks a lesson."

Panic settled in as Hank saw the Arcanine behind Blaine and tried to think of his options. Hostages should buy him enough time to think of something that would allow him and his team to live. But as the thought went through his mind, he saw a glimmer of something that looked like regret in the man's eye before it was snuffed out. It took a split second for Hank to realize what that meant as Blaine twitched and the Arcanine released a firestorm from its mouth.

As Hank was consumed by the inferno, surrounded by the roar of the fire and the sounds of what he knew to be Crook and the family dying, he could only think one thing. That he should have trusted his gut. He should have never stepped on Cinnabar Island.

Entry 7:

Author: CrazySith

Prompt: Nightmare

*Potentially disturbing content.

Chimchar watched as Alice bustled around the kitchen, pouring pokefood into bowls, smashing berries to mix in, while at the same time doing her last-minute cleaning. All preparing for her Guest, a Guest that was due to arrive in mere moments, if the setting sun was any indication. Normally Alice would've already had everything set up, after all her Lord was fairly regular when it came for His visits, always showing up the night of the first moon and then leaving as soon as it starts to wane. And if that wasn't enough, he sent her Nightmares yesterday, a sure sign of His coming.

Unfortunately, despite the family joke about how they were the Lord's priestesses, there was no actual job of being a Priestess for them. Though even in the old days, when worship of the Legends was widely spread with temples and throngs of priests dedicated to each one, there was no Order of Nightmare's to worship the Pitch Black. Of course, even taking in her job as a tour guide into account, the one-sided affections of the self-proclaimed 'Baron', Alberto, further distracted her, preventing her from going home as he physically blocked her, only the timely interruption of Tonio that allowed her to slip away.

Before she could finish pouring all the bowls, she felt a chill in the air, and suddenly became overcome with mind-numbing fear. With a smile appearing on her face, she set down the bowls and turned to face the living room.

"Hello Darkrai."

The Great Shadow hovered slightly over her best living room chair, a facsimile of sitting down, attempting its best to act upon manners conveyed to it from Alice's mother and grandmother. Turning back around, she began to grab and set bowls doors and windows, opening them up, allowing the various supplicants to the Eternal Nightmare to enter her home, and partake in the food and drink left for them. As Alice smiled down at the various Dark Type pokemon devouring their meals, the normally aggressive and anti-social pokemon enjoying themselves in peace, Chimchar lept from the counter onto Alice herself, finding comfort in her presence as the Avatar of Not relaxed in Alice's chair. Comfort that was quickly shattered, as Alice moved to join Darkrai in the living room.

As Alice settled down on her couch, visions overtook her, visions of Alice and her family being slowly flayed alive by the very pokemon currently enjoying her hospitality, of Tonio's cracked skull spilling brain matter all over the streets, and of Baron Alberto forcing himself upon her.

As the visions faded, Alice chuckled. "My, what a gossip you are, wanting to know so much. Give me a moment to compose my answer." A giggle escaping her, Alice then proceeded to recount to the Shadows how her life had been since they last met, about Alice and her mother, and all the pokemon that stay with them even when their Master is not there. About her childhood friend, Tonio, who Alice has told Darkrai about previously, and as such her guardian deity already knew about her feelings for the absentminded scientist. And with frustration entering her voice, she told him more about the annoying newcomer to Alamos Town, who forced his way into prominence and constantly chased after her.

As Alice finished venting about her most recent irritance, she then perked up, "But enough about me, how have you been Darkrai? Has anything interesting happened lately?" A grimace appeared upon her face, "And how's your Puppet?" In the private recesses of her mind, Alice wondered why the Living Darkness kept that corpse around, couldn't be to interact with humans besides her, even the most deaf-to-the-world human would instinctively shy away from the Walking Dead.

Behind her, the Dark Type supplicants began snickering, expressing the amusement her Lord felt towards the disdain that she could never hide from it. Blushing from being so easily seen through, visions began to force themselves into her, showing her Tobias, surrounded by Potential, Potential that shied away from the Abomination, unable to affect that which had no Potential, only Not. Off to the side was a large mass of Potential, shaped like a Beast, fighting off many Pokemon and their trainers. However, the Deadman's attention was focused solely on a young boy, a creature of Not and Is perched upon his shoulder, shining with Fire, Ice, Lightning, and Life. The vision shifted, revealing Life, yet not, a shadow of a lesser of Life. Shackled by a mortal, its hatred burned bright and aimless, burning Alice even through this vision.

As the waking dream ended, surprisingly tame for one sent purposefully by it, an unpleasant side effect of the Full Moon, Alice shook her head, ridding herself of the drowsiness. Blinking at Darkrai, Alice blurted out the first thing in her mind. "What was that boy?!" Surprisingly, Darkrai did not answer, instead staring at Alice, the intended message very clear.

Staring at the floor, Alice muttered, "I'm sorry, Darkrai. But really, who is that boy? How can he hold the favor of multiple Concepts? Even the God-King only held the favor of one, and yet I can see four Marks upon him, who is this boy to be so Beloved?"

With these words, Darkrai finally answered her questions, showing her visions of the Boy and his trials, nightmarish tasks and trials that Alice knew from her life with Darkrai, were not tainted by Nightmare at all, but were simply already horrifying. Her initial question answered, and more being made, Alice decided to put this out of her mind, feeling that further questioning would just prompt even more questions. With the mood ruined for continued pleasantries, and with all her food gone, Alice asked her guest, "Do you want to visit Grandma now? Mom's waiting for us."

For the first time since Darkrai arrived, sorrow physically appeared on its face, as it always did when this was brought up. Whether Darkrai truly felt sorrow, Alice did not know.

Entry 8:

Author: Sol's Rock

Prompt: The Oak

Daisy didn't answer her phone again. Gary bit back a hiss of disappointment, if only to spare Clefable- the normal-type had been in a sour mood the past few weeks. He knew better than to let his anger get the best of him again, remembering the last time he relinquished it. The white gauze wrapped around his knuckles spoke for him in that regard.

Having to find out that his parents were murdered by the hands of Team Rocket by Ash Ketchum of all people was like taking a punch to the face. No one thought to tell him. Not miss Ketchum, not Daisy, not even his own damn grandfather. For the first time in what felt like years, he felt like he was alone. Truly alone.

Clefable tugged at the bottom of his shirt. Her black eyes looked up to him with a muted sadness, something Gary had become used to at this point. His entire team had been in this rut with him, lacking the motivation that they normally had. Hell, even their training sessions ended out of shame than their standard pride.

"I know girl," he muttered under his breath. "It's just something that we have to work through."

You need to rest, my friend.

Alakazam's voice was gentle in his head. Even he, the most snobbish and stoic Alakazam the world had to offer, was being soft with him. How far would he have to fall before he just shattered into pieces? It wasn't like there was much to pick him up after it was all said and done.

"No. We both know that there isn't enough time for that. I need to find that fucking bastard and give him a piece of my mind. Giovanni will know what it's like to hurt. He'll know what it's like to bleed."

His team shuffled around him awkwardly. Pidgeot crooned a low and extended cry, offering one of his giant wings to the boy. Gary simply swatted it away and frowned again, looking out into the distance of the route they were staying on. Rumors of Team Rocket stationed in Johto were on the rise ever since the scandal in Viridian happened all those months ago, and Gary was going to be the one to snuff them out.

Truth be told, it was also too difficult for him to sleep knowing that those monsters were still out there. Gary didn't have a pokemon like Dazed to help him out- not that he'd admit to Ash that he was jealous of it over all things. He didn't dream anymore, his nights filled with a never-ending nightmare of the past. Even his victory over Claire did little to ease his suffering.

Another tug by Clefable's claws stopped his spiraling train of thought. Frustration threatened to spill out in waves, but all he could do was hold it back and let it simmer. There was a time and a place for his emotions to show themselves. Not when he was busy hunting.

He was about to tell Clefable to stop when the bushes started to rustle from his right. Umbreon came out with a smoothness that only came from experience, her glowing yellow rings a stark contrast to the rest of the eerily dark night. She padded up to him on the other end of Clefable and grazed his leg with her fur, offering the comfort of her presence as a safety net.

The lack of urgency to Umbreon's arrival spoke for her. No one was out there with them, whether that be a sign of good luck or bad. Gary, trying to keep his mood from dropping completely, decided to turn to everyone and clap his hands.

"Why don't we go through some training exercises? The Silver Conference isn't too far away and we don't want to start losing our skill."

Silence was all Gary got in response. Blastoise, who had been withdrawn into his shell for the majority of the night, didn't even bother poking his head out. Arcanine and Pidgeot offered their condolences in the form of looking away from him, while Alakazam simply continued to stare flatly without any sign of compliance. Umbreon only snuggled deeper into his ankles, Clefable tugging again at his shirt without stopping.

Gary's last straw finally broke. Before he even realized it, he smacked Clefable's hand off and pushed himself away from everybody. Without any idea where he was heading, Gary stormed into the woods without care. What did it matter anyways? Nothing would change the fact that he still wasn't able to find Team Rocket. Nothing would change the fact that his own family couldn't bear to be around him. Hell, nothing would change the fact that he wasn't even good enough to know the truth.

Tears threatened to spill from his eyes as he blindly stumbled through the thick foliage that blocked his path. Here he was: Gary fucking Oak, a prodigy of his time, crying in the middle of the woods because he was too wrapped up in his own problems. Without any idea of how he ended up on the ground, the broken boy couldn't help but just release the pent up frustration that had been plaguing him for weeks. His sobs were ugly and real, his only comfort being that he knew no one was there to see it.

Except for the fact that there was. Despite running off by himself, Gary's pokemon—his family— still followed him. To them, nothing else mattered to them except for their trainer's well-being. It was an experience that Gary had failed to have in all of his thirteen years of living.

The moment they all shared was meant to be unspoken. It was an act of love and trust, something that Gary finally realized he had right in front of him. It didn't matter if his grandfather or Daisy weren't there. They didn't need to be. All he needed was the ones who were.

The ones that loved him unconditionally.

Entry 9:

Author: JokerX6

Prompt: GMFO

This was not going to plan. And it had begun perfectly as well…

She had started exactly as he predicted. Dragonair was his first foe, the sleek serpent looking entirely at ease as she graced the battlefield with her presence. With a smirk he released Alakazam, the vulpine Psychic already floating as he entered the field.

When he had initially thought up a battle plan for Clair, Alakazam was supposed to be saved for either her Charizard or the Kono-whatever, but his newest addition forced a rethink. Alakazam was left as the most suited to dealing with Dragonair, Bubble would fend off all her annoying stalling nonsense, Alakazam was too fast to be caught by any desperate physical attacks, and Psyblade would crack that stupid snake's defences easily. This was going to be simple.

And surprisingly, it was. It had went exactly as he predicted. An initial rush that devolved into a game of Persian and Pikachu as Dragonair found it impossible to break through Bubble, while Alakazam struggled to land a Psyblade on the slippery snake. As he watched on, he couldn't help the smirk that crept onto his face, as a scowl of frustration grew on Clair.

Soon, it was over. Dragonair overextended in her desperate barrage, and Alakazam took full advantage, catching her in a psychic hold, before Psyblade ended the battle. As Clair recalled Dragonair, he instinctively spat out a snide comment.

"Heh, you really are just a knockoff Lance", a smirk etched on his face, "This is going to be an easy sweep." As he boasted, he missed the glint in Clair's eyes, the glint that marked the derailing of his plans.

"Let's see you handle this" she growled out, and the beginning of his end appeared. A roar echoed around the battlefield, as the blue dragon landed, red wings spread, mouth burning with blue flames. The smirk wiped from his face, Gary rapidly rethought his plans, as the second battle began.

It was over in a flash, a one-sided affair in which Alakazam stood no chance. The barriers that combined into Bubble were torn apart with an ease that Gary had never even imagined, let alone witnessed prior. "Send out your next pokemon, challenger", Clair sneered, the triumphant smirk that was on his face just the previous battle now etched on hers.

In hindsight, perhaps his choice was a mistake. Yet, in the moment it made perfect sense.

"Your pseudo isn't anything special, I have one of my own." Diamond emerged with a roar, and a clash of titans began. It started slowly, Clair limiting her Salamence to ranged attacks, flashes of dragonfire taunting the relatively immobile Tyranitar, while Diamond ineffectively sent spirals of rock towards the flier, stone flying around the battlefield. The stalemate dragged on, only resulting in rising frustration among both sides.

"Stay calm and continue, Diamond. We'll get him soon" Gary urged, desperately trying to keep the increasingly impatient Tyranitar calm. He couldn't risk losing her now, with only Pidgeot having a chance against all the flyers she had in reserve.

But she snapped. As Salamence flew, marginally closer than before, she leapt, ice punch extended to land a blow on the slippery dragon, and Gary's cries left unheeded. It marked the beginning of the end. She had overextended, and was brutally punished for it. As she sailed past Salamence, an Aqua Tail sent her sprawling to the ground face first.

"Now Salamence, pin her down." The crash as Salamence landed on Diamond paralleled the shattering of Gary's plans. Diamond struggled under the weight of the dragon, roaring, first with frustration, then with pain, into the ground, as Salamence tore into her back. The futile spirals of stone that she desperately sent up into the air slowly died out as she fainted.

"Not so smug anymore are you" Clair taunted, as Gary fumed, both at himself for risking a new member in such a match, and also at her, for ignoring his orders. He had lost a member for nothing in return, and was now facing a virtual untouched Salamence yet again. Pidgeot was his only hope now.

It was a spectacular aerial dual. Pidgeot coated in the blue aura of Brave Bird, talons outstretched in midair combat against Salamence, who was likewise surrounded by wisps of draconic energy. Pidgeot, larger and marginally fresher, held the upper hand, his great bulk allowing him to push the dragon around midair. As the pair were worn down, Gary ordered an approach for the final blow.

Too close to gain much momentum, Pidgeot crashed into Salamence like a Comet, shining a bright silver streaked with purple and blue, driving him towards the ground. Yet again he had overextended in his haste.

As the silver Comet sent Salamence towards his defeat, an orange comet was sent in the opposite direction. The Draco Meteor smashed Pidgeot into the ceiling before exploding in a meteor shower. Salamence crashed down in a cloud of dust, and Pidgeot joined him moments later as the battle ended in mutual defeat.

But Gary knew he had already lost. And as Clair sent out her next pokemon, his vanquisher stood before him. Altaria floated in front of her, cooing affectionately, the deceptively powerful bird completely at ease. Umbreon was his only chance.

"Quick, trap then Confuse Ray", he barked out immediately as the battle began. His hopes rose as Altaria was slow to rise under Mean Look, the dazzling yellow of Confuse Ray washing over her. Yet even that faint glimmer of hope was brutally extinguished as Altaria pulsed blue before flying up, completely unaffected.

The remaining battles were a train wreck. Gary stood by, completely helpless, as first Umbreon, then later Blastoise attempted in vain to hit Altaria. Slowly but surely, they lost, worn down by the unending bombardment that engulfed the entire battlefield.

And as he returned back to his room in the Pokemon Centre, all he could hear were Clair's parting words. "You aren't even a knockoff Ketchum"

Entry 10:

Author: Wic W. Athor

Prompt: The Ghost

The purple fog swirled and seethed, only one wisp of ghostly green anchored itself to the centre of haze.

Then he (and they) were back in that dark room of cobbled walls. Blood splatters littered that place. Moans of pain and mutterings of promised revenge gathered and echoed off the walls. At least when they could be heard over the tortured screams of pain, both physical and not. Whatever they felt, they all despaired.

He did not.

He wondered, did he want vengeance or freedom? He still didn't know.

His tired eyelids couldn't take it anymore, they closed. As he fell into peaceful darkness, there was resolve.

I won't despair.

The purple fog shuddered and seethed, the glowing wisp flared. He (and they) were back.

He gazed at the characteristic falling ice crystals, billowing gusts of blanketing wind, draining chill of the temperamental weather and unnatural specters of Mt. Coronet.

With a thought he dragged himself towards the bright opening. This cave was too characteristic of that horrid place, that horrid failure of a person, his creator. With every memory that was reminisced, another ghostly wisp manifested. Soon a flurry of wisps gathered and flared again, blinding and burning the cave with a ghostly emerald fire.

The nexus of chaos raged, at old memories, at the horrors they experienced. At the thing that they "owed" their creation to. They would burn everything if they continued to remember. It would attract the attention of those Guardians. Those ancient beings disliked any disturbances to the ancient grounds of Mt. Coronet. They did not care, they still raged, trapped in old memories of what they once were but not anymore. He was more controlled, he was the one that kept them in line for all this time.

Stop.

The lingering tongues of green fire and distortion paused before they siphoned towards the spirits lingering within the seething fog and were then absorbed. The wisps flared again burning against the hold he held on them, indignant at the restraining hold of their collective rage.

They questioned and demanded. Why did he not rage? Was he not furious at what was taken away from them? The things they once held before they were ripped away.

He was! That repulsive failure - the central wisp flared, sparked and almost exploded with rage himself. Everytime that thing came across his thoughts, he dreamed of being the one to deliver the death of that pathetic one, the end to the Artificer.

air repulsed with chilling heat in response to his thoughts. As soon as it seethed did it also return back to normal. That was enough. They knew that they pushed too hard.

Return to slumber.

They did.

It did not matter, that thing was gone. Lost to all time was what the Ancient Watcher told him. Rage still surfaced, still burned like a raging fire but it would be exhausted. It was too late. They still lived. They still continued.

He exited the claustrophobic cavern into the cold outside.

Anyone else would freeze with the harsh winds blowing through any winter clothing they wore and the drifting snow covering them in a soft blanket of cold moisture.

He felt nothing. Snow phased through the seething fog covering nothing other than stone he (and they) were bound to. Even the fog continued its usual movement, swirling and seething in a spiral with the harsh gusts affecting nothing.

They weren't mortal anymore. They could never see their families again, never live as they once did. Peace was distant to them, only rage and regret coursed through them.

He was different but the same. Rage and regret coursed through him but he could feel more. Respect and wonderment filled him again as he gazed out from his situated look out. The beautiful landscape filled his vision, the distant towns and cities that had developed from his own time. Building of wood and stone had developed into structures of hardened stone and metal framework.

And yet, things still stayed the same. The beautiful natural lands of the North still held the same beauty, the clear waters of their ponds, lakes and rivers flowing throughout the land. The trees covered the land like a verdant rash upon the earth and even the formation of distant mountains connected to Mt. Coronet or foreign brought wonderment. But they also brought… Was it apprehension?

Every time he gazed at the distant formations, he saw the highest summit of Mt. Coronet and something… tugged at him. A distant want to journey (or was it return?) to that peak in the sky, to the place that was said to be the final grounds of the God-King. But nothing could journey there ever again, the ancient guardians guarded it, no even they couldn't journey there. So they forbid travelling there, they protected it from anyone else who tried. Many tried, none succeeded.

So he could only gaze at the lands of Sinnoh and the distant peaks. Maybe someone else could make the journey or so he hoped. Gazing at the land, feeling the wonderment and respect towards the land of the North he could only regret that he would never be able to craft something to reflect this beautiful vision.

But it brought peace.

They were all gathered, their pain, suffering, hatred and it all raged and burned. That thing laughed at them, at the suffering it brought on them.

"Now form into Not, thou lives are made worthy under my creation!"

And they all felt pain. At first it felt miniscule. Then it began to hurt, all of them were being torn apart.

They were in the process of being unmade.

They all were unwinded from their forms, only their rage, suffering and pain remained, intertwined together into a tapestry of NOT.

He refused.

HE ONLY BELONGED TO HIMSELF, ONLY HIMSELF.

107 became the collection of NOT and pain. HE remained, and he would lead them. To freedom or revenge?

Why not both?

And he was grateful.