Red and orange sunlight shadowed through the mountains and frayed between the trees onto the clumps of bluish-white grass crawling from their earthen burrows, leathery leaves pulsing with thin, red veins. An insect the size of a cat floated through the forest on withered wings, like a cicada husk hanging by a puppeteer's string. The grass tuft whipped towards the Shedinja on a single meaty vine, crushing its body. No ooze flowed from between the cracks in the shell as the carcass collapsed upon itself. The plant dragged the prey back to its hole, leaving behind a trail of sweet-smelling slime in its wake. An oraphus opened at the center of the tuft, wrapping its translucent lips around the shell to suck the remains into its throat. The weed repositioned itself as a clump of grass.
Deep within the ground, the carcass was pushed through a valve into a cavity. The chamber's rounded walls were woven by tubers trickling arid liquid that puddled onto the floor. The ooze frothed as the corpse slid into the basin. Two objects hung from the ceiling in a net of roots. One, a rugged blue effigy with a spiral engraved in its chest, and the other a sheathed sword. The meshwork flowed through every nook and cranny of their bodies, except the hilt of the weapon and the scarf hanging from the pommel. The blue eye on the crossguard opened, drifting from the mucus puddle, to the ceiling, then to Golett, whose yellow eyes stared back, dimly lighting the dark.
"Hey you, you're finally awake."
"NO!" The Honedge shivered and their scarf momentarily scrunched, "No. I'm not!" his eye shut tight. "I'm sleeping in my bed… and I'll wake any second now!"
"Really?" Golett mumbled. "You live in a stomach?"
"In this econo- NO! This is all just one very vivid and lengthy lucid nightmare..."
Golett huffed and started worming its fingers through the holes and kicking its boots. After a minute, they fell limp within the undamaged net. I guess there's only one way out of this mess.
"Why did you apologize to me?"
"What?"
"When we were running, you were strangling me. Why apologize if you think you're sleeping?"
The Honedge winced. "It was a knee jerk reaction."
Golett grunted and twirled some mesh between their fingers. "Can I ask you for a favor?"
The sword opened their eye slightly, squinting at the statue. "Why would it matter?"
"If this was a dream, it wouldn't hurt you to play along a little. I'm trapped; can you move around with your scarf?"
That might actually be fun.
The Honedge began to worm the scarf up the vine suspending the weapon like an umbilical cord. The tassels grasped the anchor and pulled. There was a quiet hum of metal on metal as the sword slid from its sheath and the blue glow in its eye brightened. The vine trembled and then shed the sheath into the digestive fluids.
"You did it! Now cut me down!"
The Honedge eyed the statue, then sighed. The scarf tensed and relaxed, swinging the blade back and forth, with each ark longer than the last. The blade clanged against Golett, showering the chamber with sparks.
"Sorry!"
After he settled, the sword began swinging himself in circles until the blade slashed the plant. The Honedge was now lodged into the vine. He felt as if he had punched a giant glob of borax goop and trapped his hand, except now, he felt like his whole body was just one long, rigid arm. If he had a stomach, the Honedge would have puked.
A black sticky substance flowed from the wound as the vine dropped the statue. Golett screamed as they struck the acid. They stumbled through the puddle towards the wall, climbing up the tubers. The chamber began to shake and contract.
Golett glanced up at the sword. "Oh cracks…" Then the entire cavity heaved upwards.