Disclaimer: This chapter is kind of gore-y, so you should skip this chapter if you are not into that kind of stuff. This chapter serves no plot significance, and the next chapter will start during this one's end. Enjoy! If you dare...

Archie woke up in a cold room. For a moment he thought the braviary has carried him back up to team magma's base, but that couldn't be true. There was no chair, the lights were on, and no skeletons. There was an open door leading into a rusty hallway. "Hello? Hello?!"Archie shouted as he walked through. His shouting echoed through the halls. So far their were lights in the hallway, but then they just turned off.

Archie looked behind him in the dark. Without the lights, it was pitch black. He heard a low growling noise coming from in front of him. He backed away quickly, tripping over something. The lights came back on without warning. He looked around and the source of the growls was nowhere to be seen. That was when he slowly turned around, seeing his beloved arcanine, Growly, sprawled on the floor, lying dead. Archie began to tear up when, in an instant, he saw a shadowy figure jump out of nowhere and leap on him.

He woke up, again, in the same room he started at. "What in the world?" He said to himself. He walked theough the door, thinking it was just a dream, when he saw it. The exact same layout in his dream. The worst thing was he heard a low growl from down the hall. He knew what was happening. He was being hunted.

He ran through the halls, hearing growls from behind him. He dared not look back at the risk of being caught. The lights were flickering like crazy, obstructing his vision. He came across a ledge leading into complete darkness. He looked back in horror, seeing a six-legged demon with no arms. This must be some sort of devil. It was holding a dead Growly, who had been cut open and its intestines spelling "YOUR TIME HAS COME"

Archie screamed out in terror, falling back into the abyss. He looked behind to see Thorn had landed in a bed of spikes at the bottom. Archie was plummeting towards them and screamed when he hit the spikes, waking up in a different place.

He was comforted by the fact he had not seen the deaths of his beloved Pokemon, and had instead woken up back in Hoenn. Furthermore, his house. It was all great, except Growly wasn't there and his door was locked. He thought he had simply gone outside and locked it somehow to protect Archie.

But he was wrong. There was a smell of smoke from his room, so he went back upstairs to find his house was going up in flames! He ran back down, actively trying to open the door. He eventually gave up and jumped through a ground floor window just as his house collapsed from the flames. He saw every other house on fire, and in the middle was the six-legged being, crushing a house underfoot. Everyone who lived their was dead with their intestines hanging out, including their Pokemon.

Archie could feel himself losing his mind. Slowly but surely, he would go crazy eventually. Hoping to wake up properly, He ran into one of the blazing houses. There was a searing pain all over his body, and after two minutes of the demon just watching him burn, he woke up.

Once again, he woke up, but locked in a chair. If the rest of this dream was just disturbing, this was a downright nightmare. In front of him was a table, and in the other chairs around it their was Growly, Thorn, Roger, Maxie, Roxanne, and Jacob, smiling bloody smiles.At the end of the table was the beast, laughing at his mental torment. Archie could feel himself slipping away. He screamed, waking up back in the real world.

He was sitting in a hospital bed, with his Pokemon and roger sitting next to him. "He's awake!" Roger shouted, hugging him tightly. He took a moment to recollect what had happened. He had been mentally tortured by a demon, and barely got away with his sanity. From the corner of the room he saw Thorn hyperventilating into a paper bag and Growly thankfully alive and well too. The braviary was also there, looking over him. Roger sat back down and explained "So, I was taking a boat over here, when I saw a bird and it's flock carrying you over here! It seemed to understand you were in trouble or something. Pretty cool, right?" Archie lent over to Thorn, patting him on the back. It just felt nice to be back in the world again.

Author's note: from now on I think I may take the story in a more innocent direction. Also, if you think the protagonist should catch any particular kind of Pokémon, say so in the comments and I'll consider it. Happy Halloween!