Bancho bolted to his feet as Ninetales began to stir, "Stay here Ninetales, we won't be long." he shouted back as he dashed out the door after Taillow.

Blissey rubbed his head as he got back to his feet. "Well, that was quite the surprise." he said as he took some time to glance around the room, now covered in feathers. Noticing a broken flask of water on the ground and mumbling something under his breath, he turned back to face Flocon. "Where was I? Ah yes, what I'm going to do is ask you a set of questions and determine whether you're demented or not. Answer them to the best of your ability, Ninetales."

Flocon sighed as he gazed for a few long moments at the closed door. "Sure." he said flatly before turning back to Blissey.

As Blissey sat down in his chair, his shadow shifted over a bit. "Now then. What is the last thing you remember before the accident?"

A sound of disgust escaped Flocon's maw as he heard that. "How many times do I need to tell you people, I don't remember anything about the accident." he said with a growl, ears pinning to the back of his head.

Blissey looked at him curiously. "I understand that," he said as he adjusted himself to clarify, "but I'm asking about things prior to the accident."

Blinking a few times in surprise. "Oh." Flocon sounded. "Well, the last thing I remember is…" Flocon's voice trailed off as he thought about it. "There was… shouting. And there was… a… pokemon, they had these wings, black wings—er maybe they were purple…? then things start to blur around there." Flocon paused frequently as he continued. "Then a bright flash of light. A couple even. Then it all fades to black."

Taking a few moments to jot down notes on the pad, Blissey made a few more inquiries, "Anything else you can tell me about this pokemon?"

His eyes furrowed as he strained to think of any more details. Flocon opened his mouth to speak but he was hammered back by a splitting headache. Flocon sputtered out a few words, "I… sorry? It… hurts…" Before falling forwards. His eyes seemed to dull in color as whimpers of pain escaped his maw.

Blissey got up to approach the fallen Ninetales but as he got close Flocon's face went blank any sign of pain was wiped clean from his visage. Without getting up he muttered, "It's a simple job really." Flocon's voice changed, it was deeper, colder. "I don't think we'll have any issues."

Blissey got up to investigate, Flocon didn't seem to react. The doctor nervously waved a hand in front of his face but yet again, the Ninetales completely ignored him as he continued to speak, "Don't worry about me, worry about yourself. If things go wrong, at least you'll be safe." his estranged voice gained some sort of affectionate tone to it.

Nervously reaching over to the Ninetales, Blissey lightly tapped one of his ears. This snapped him out of his trance as he yelped at Blissey and leapt back, almost falling off the table, the empty expression dissolving into a far more panicked one. "What was that?" Blissey questioned.

"I could ask you the same question." Flocon's voice returned to its normal—now indignant—tone as he looked around foreginly.

Blissey paused in disbelief and jotted down another note. "Try and think of anything more. Does anything else come to mind?" his voice was shaking with a mixture of excitement and trepidation as he said this.

Flocon stared blankly for a few moments. "Anything more?" he said. I don't remember saying anything. He thought suspiciously. "No, not really."

"A shame, really." Blissey said.

Flocon eyed Blissey's shadow as it shifted once more. That's the second time it's happened. He glanced up at the kerosene lantern suspended from the ceiling. Something isn't right, but what's going on? Flocon thought before looking back at Blissey.

Blissey's face seemed to read blatant satisfaction with… something. Something that Flocon couldn't quite put his paw on. But Blissey continued his questioning without a second thought afterwards, "So, what's th-"

"I know." Flocon said as he stared down Blissey intensely. What are you thinking?! He internally shouted at himself. It felt odd to be saying something like that, but he didn't know why.

Blissey flinched at the determination in his words. "W-what? What do you know?" he said in a mixture of shock and curiosity.

"You're awfully personal for a doctor, you know that?" Flocon continued. Okay, let's consider this for a moment Flocon. He thought to himself. If he really is a spy? What do you do then? his tails began to shiver nervously, it felt like something was telling him that he couldn't trust Blissey, and he believed it. He knew something that he didn't.

Blissey stood up and said incredulously, "That's hardly proof of anything."

You're right, it isn't. he continued thinking. Why can't I stop myself? it occurred to him that his thoughts were right, but he couldn't stop himself for some reason. "Yet you don't seem to be denying the possibility." But Flocon knew that it wasn't his own thought.

Blissey stood for a moment. "Then I guess there's no use then." Blissey's voice seemed to overlap with itself as he fell to the ground. A Gengar lunged out of the darkness using a Shadow Claw to slash across Flocon's cheek before leaping back. Whatever it was, Flocon lost the train of thought.

Flocon tried to counter attack with a Tackle but as he did so he slammed into a barrier of some kind. Flocon backed up, the Gengar crossed his arms and chuckled. Okay, so he was a threat. Flocon mentally confirmed as he looked up. But he's not making an attempt to fight? Flocon circled for a few moments before he fired off a Powder Snow only for it to harmlessly bounce off.

Gengar chuckled at the Ninetales' futile efforts and prepared a Shadow Ball. Wait, what? Powder Snow isn't that strong a move, but how and why did it just bounce off like that? He thought as he chilled the air around him. It looks like I'll have to take a bit more of a drastic measure here. He thought as he leaped out of the way of the Shadow Ball. The air coalesced around him, cloaking himself in his Arctic Warrior.

However, Gengar only seemed amused by this change of pace. "Do you really think that can help you?" he taunted as a small portal opened up behind Flocon. From the portal a fist came flying out and planted itself directly into his back, sending the Ninetales straight to the ground.

Flocon managed to find his footing with ease, the Arctic Warrior absorbing most of the landing. But it didn't do a thing to stop that punch. Flocon thought to himself as he looked back up at the laughing Gengar.

Slowly strafing around his opponent, Flocon tried to find a crack in whatever defense Gengar had. The Ninetales stopped for just a moment and began to chill the air around him, Gengar spread his arms. "Go ahead," he scoffed. "When you fire that, you'll be wide open." Gengar laughed as he began to prepare a Shadow Ball once more.

Flocon smirked weakly, the air around his mouth pulsing as he sent out a Powder Snow and lunged forward. As he did so, Gengar fired off a Shadow Ball. And Flocon countered with his own Aurora Beam, the fast moving blast of light collided with the grim projectile. What followed was a small explosion of energy that blasted Gengar a few feet away and onto his back, Flocon stunned momentarily by the small shock wave as it peeled his wounds back.

Blissey was shaken awake by the blast and began to climb to his feet. "What's happening here?" he demanded in a pained voice.

Flocon glanced over at him and said, "This Gengar was possessing you and now he's attacking."

By the time Flocon had finished talking Gengar was already back on his feet and lunging forward with another Shadow Claw. Flocon made an attempt to dodge but he was far too late, the attack cut deep across his sides. Cold blood spilled from his wounds and he completely lost his concentration, his Arctic Warrior sublimated into the air from which it came, letting him slam helplessly on the ground.

Watching this happen, Blissey huffed and formed an egg-shaped ball in his hands and threw it like a football. "Wait, no!" Flocon exclaimed. But he was too late as the projectile bounced off the shield and exploded, blasting the door open, sending both Flocon and Blissey against a wall and filling the room with dust.

Looking upwards from his position on the ground Flocon saw something revealed by the settling of the dust: Gengar didn't have one continuous shield up but multiple, overlapping, plates of energy. Flocon eyed a cabinet on the other side of the room, the one that Taillow flew out of. It was barely hanging onto its hinges after the blast. Flocon stood back up on injured legs, blood flowing from his face. The dust was still falling when Flocon took his chance and ran towards Gengar.

Gengar took notice of this and shot a Shadow Ball but Flocon jumped out of the way. And just as Gengar thought he was going to fall for it twice, Flocon twisted his body mid-air, the punch just scraping his fur. However, this maneuver made Flocon lose what little control he had in the first place as he tackled the cabinet. The room was spinning as he yanked it off the wall and threw it in Gengar's general direction.

Flasks of water and alcohol landed onto and around Gengar's shield. The room was filled with the sounds of shattering clay as Gengar was covered in a mixture of fluids. By the time Gengar had recovered, Flocon had already braced his back and taken a deep breath.

Gengar twitched and fired a Shadow Ball once more. But Flocon refused to move as he let out a Frost Breath, the cold stream flowing past the shadowy attack and freezing everything it touched in a thick sheet of ice, the plates, Gengar, and the floor were covered.

Flocon took the Shadow Ball head-on, the attack slamming into his face with a small explosion, sending him flat against the wall once more. Opening fresh wounds on his face and rending the other one. The original pain was dampened by adrenaline flowing through his veins, but this new searing torture on his face broke through and he yelled out. His tails quivered furiously as he prepared to dash. Gengar laughed as he floated out of his frozen prison, leaving a hollow Gengar shape on the inside of it. Gengar started a taunt but he could hardly get a word out as Flocon in a blind, adrenaline-induced, panic lunged forwards and snapped down on Gengar's leg.

Gengar cried out in pain, as Flocon swung him back into the ice sculpture, shattering it and concussing the pokemon on the receiving end. The Ninetales flailed him around, smashing him against the ground before throwing him into the collapsed cabinet with a loud crash. Taking a chunk of… something out of his leg in the process.

Flocon relaxed as his injuries caught up to him, the blood loss he was experiencing, the icy cold feeling inside him, it was all too great for him to continue.

Weakly turning around to the sound of running footsteps, Flocon saw Bancho through his bleary vision. "Do I have a story for you." he said as his vision faded out and he crumpled to the ground.

Flocon weakly opened his eyes. Looking around the room, he noticed that it seemed perfectly fine. "Was that… a dream? Where am I?" he said between painful coughs.

Turning his head, he saw Blissey and Bancho. "I'm glad to see you're awake." Blissey remarked. "It seems I haven't lost my touch just yet."

Starting to stand from his position, Flocon noted that most of his wounds had healed but moving around in any capacity sent a sharp pain down his nerves. "Wait, how long has it been?" he asked as he let himself fall back onto the table.

"Not long." Bancho told him as he sat down in a chair.

Blissey nodded. "I'm very well-versed in healing and first aid, it appears that you still have a lot of recovering to do and may leave you with a few scars, but you'll be fine for the time being."

"Well, what now?" Flocon asked.

Pulling out a pad, Blissey flipped through the pages oblivious to Bancho looking over at it. "I suppose we still have to do your dementia report. You answered one question on it, now you just need to answer the others."

Looking back towards the ceiling, Flocon didn't give any objections.

"Very well, can you tell me your name, the one you used before the accident?"

Flocon didn't look back down, the only response he gave was a shake of his head.

"Do you know when you were born?"

Flocon shook his head once more.

"Where did you live before this?"

Once again, a negative response.

"What city are you in now?"

"Oh, I know this one… Gal… Galley?" Flocon looked at the two of them

Blissey scribbled something down before continuing, "What city did you live in before the accident?"

Flocon furrowed his brow and after a few minutes, shook his head.

"Seeing as you admitted yourself, this next question is unnecessary, these next three in fact." Blissey murmured before continuing. "So, what is the first thing you remember after the incident?"

"I woke up next to pools of blood." said Flocon

"Can you give me any details?"

"Well, I was mangled, barely breathing and I think someone picked me up and took me somewhere."

"That was the police questioning you I assume." Blissey remarked as he wrote something down, "Let's see, already went over that. What day of the week was the incident?"

"It was… cinqi?"

"Alright, what day of the sect was it?"

"Septieme… quinze."

"What is the sect now?"

"Huitieme."

Blissey was taken aback, and wrote something down and corrected something else. "And the last question, what year is it?"

Flocon went quiet as he tried to think. "It's 17… 93." he said slowly.

Blissey wrote down a few things before holding up the pad. "It appears your final score was… 49. Well, looks like he really is an amnesiac, and a pretty bad one at that."

Bancho rested his chin on his hand. "That's it?" he said.

Blissey nodded. "That's all there is to it, he's mentally impaired to the point of amnesia. The test is accurate." he told him matter-of-factly. "Now then, I'm to perform a physical examination of him. I'll call you back when it's over."

Rising from his chair, Bancho half-turned back to Flocon before leaving. "Ninetales, how did Gengar possess Blissey?"

Flocon looked up. "He jumped from his shadow, bastard nearly killed me then and there." he said with some disgust

Bancho shut the door behind him as he heard muffled conversation between the two of them through the oaken door, he looked down the hall where Gengar and Taillow were being taken away for questioning and walked the other way to catch up with Ohm.

Ohm was waiting just behind a corner for him. "Well," he began. "How did it go?"

"Ninetales is stable. Dementia." Bancho said as he leaned beside him.

Crossing his fins and puffing, Ohm said, "Glad to hear something went well, I didn't get shit from Taillow…" as he said this, his voice trailed off. "Wait, remember when you said this wasn't a trap? It was."

Bancho leaned back. "Not in the way you were thinking."

"You're not going to tell me, are you?" Ohm's voice was flat and unamused.

"Taillow and Gengar were decoys, Blissey's the spy." he said flatly.

Ohm flinched in a mix of surprise and shock. Bancho accused someone so suddenly and almost without any evidence, at least any that Ohm could see. Once he recovered he turned to face Bancho "Okay, let's assume you're right-"

"-I am-"

"-For argument's sake," Ohm's hair started to spark but he shook it off and waved his fins a few times before continuing, "if Blissey is the spy, what led you to that conclusion."

Bancho stood up. "Going over all the evidence, it's obvious. Blissey acknowledged Taillow's presence and did nothing, as the Galetian Oath of Doctoral Ethics roughly states, 'If there is a suspected Pokemon or Pokemons in the area that could be listening without consent of the patient on the dialogue between the doctor and patient, the doctor must then postpone the appointment to another time.' Blissey did not follow this code. Secondly, Blissey's attitude, it isn't like that of a doctor, doctor's are explicitly told to keep an air of professionalism around their patients, Blissey did not act in that manner. And finally, the possession, Gengar was said by Flocon to come out of Blissey's shadow, a common misconception, possession comes from a grasp on the body, following comes from a grasp of the shadow, yet Blissey claimed he was possessed, it's simple." he finished as he let out a long sigh.

Ohm muttered something before saying, "So, what do we do about it?"

Bancho sighed and leaned against the wall once more. "Can't do much. All the information he'd want. He already has." he said.

Ohm leaned back against the wall and uttered one word before he went quiet, "Shit." Bancho nodded in agreement and the two waited for the door to open once again.

Blissey watched as Bancho carried Flocon out of the room. "Sorry about him." Ohm called back.

Blissey laughed as he rubbed the wound on his hand. "Don't worry, that's not the first time I've been bitten by a patient and it'll hardly be the last." he told them.

"No man should ever stick their fingers where you've stuck yours." Flocon exclaimed, tears running down his face. He wanted to give Blissey a dagger-like glare, but all he could manage was limply staring at the floor as he just let it all out.

"Shut up." Bancho reprimanded Flocon, shaking him around a bit as the door closed.

A few minutes of silence passed in the room before a new voice was heard. "So, Ditto." Blissey turned to see a Malamar walk out of the corner of the room holding the limp body of a Blissey. He was garbed in a form fitting cropped vest with hypnotic patterns of black and purple laced across the dark blue surface. His voice was smooth and dark, like a fresh pot of coffee and just as bitter.

Blissey reformed into the Ditto that he was. Watching as Malamar let go of the real version as he stilted towards him. "You have your information, the Stray Cats will expect payment soon." Ditto said.

"Very well," he said as he eyed up Ditto before saying, "however… you did a sloppy job." As Malamar talked, his beak wrenched into a sinister grin as he appeared to draw himself upwards.

Ditto backed up from the Malamar who was either very angry or very amused. "What do you mean? They didn't suspect a thing." he remarked incredulously.

"My scrying tells me otherwise." he said coldly, the intonations in his voice were formulaic, descriptive, almost detached from reality. "The Pangoro suspects you and soon they will all know."

"But my job is done here, right?" he said as he tried to shrink himself from the eye of Malamar.

He eyed him harshly. "Out of my sight, cretin." Malamar said flatly, staring down the Ditto with an unmatched intensity. If a look could kill, the Ditto would likely be six feet under the ground by now.

Wasting no time in escaping whatever this pokemon might do if he stayed, Ditto slipped out through the window.

Malamar observed his descent with a watchful eye. "So, this is how it ends." his voice was little more than a slow mumble as he scryed upon Flocon through a psychic tear. "Amnesiac or not, if my theory is correct, then this Flocon is far too dangerous to let live."

He pivoted back to the unconscious Blissey and remarked, "You'd do well to forget that this happened." he reared up and flashed a few lights in front of Blissey's face. Malamar watched him closely for a moment. "That should do."

Malamar leaned out the room and saw that the police were now questioning bystanders, one of which was a disgruntled Aggron. He let loose a slow laugh, "Keh-heh-heh." as he leaned in and slipped through the bars in the window, using his psychic powers to break his fall.

His tentacles flicked in thought as he dusted himself off, his brow furrowed as he pulled out a sheet of paper and mumbled under his breath, "Looks like we have a new job on our hands…" he folded up the paper neatly and tucked it back into his vest before walking off, disappearing into the shadows.