Author's Note: Hey everyone! Back with another chapter done by the great Joltie themselves! In this chapter, things are really going to start up. Also, to anyone who's going to ask, yes, I did see the latest episode of Pokémon XY&Z. My reaction, I had a hint of a smile on my face. If you want to know why, PM me because I've already said enough of that opinion out in public already. Also, I got an announcement to make, I'm doing a Pokémon One-Shot in the Pokémon Category. I won't tell you much because I don't want it to be a spoiler, but you'll know it's by me when you see my username on the Pokémon Category! Anyway, now that's done, onto the Shoutouts! :D

SHOUTOUTS-

Steel Heart Alchemist: YEP! You're not the only one who's happy about that! Great! That's what I always hope when I write fanfictions, that I keep the characters in character. Oh, I really think Joltie should get those awards because they're way more detail than I ever could be. Yeah... I'm pretty sure I scarred a few people who decided to read this... Hope you enjoy the chapter!

Omarnosian10: Thanks! Um, I haven't really thought about that. One thing I can say is that I'm calling the Be Cool, Scooby-Doo one Be Cool, Pikachu! The movie verse, I have to get back to you on that.

Satoshi-Greninja: It is. I guess you can say that. I mean, I love writing the Scooby Gang with the XY Gang and no one thought of that idea, so ta-da! I've always been the one to try and think outside the box so this series was born.

Keaven: Okay, here's the thing. Shaggy and Scooby have meet the children's Pokémon, but it was off-screen. I figured it wouldn't be a spoiler to tell you.

Joshua Ketchum: Thanks! I think in this chapter you'll start to notice things are going to kick up! ;) Delia will be mention in the future, but that's all I'm going to say.

Guest: Yeah, take it from someone who doesn't like shots myself. Imagine getting them everywhere...*shudders* I think I just mentally scarred myself... Yeah, Velma is known to be the jinx-er of the group, isn't she?

Matt: While I did enjoy that puppet obsession for Daphne in Be Cool, Scooby-Doo, I'm sticking to the characteristics in the movie-verse. Also, I don't think Daphne is going to like puppets for what me and Joltie have planned up ahead.

Blaze: Thanks! Yeah, it sure is. Leave it to the monster of the mystery to ruin everything.

Lightwing: Who would blame him? If you had to be possessed for nearly two days, trying to fight for you body back but it's so hard, seeing yourself hurt your love ones, and seeing the face of your possessor after being freed for only a few minutes, I think Ash has an extremely good reason to get nightmares.

Darkwing: Yeah... Their governments really do hate each other. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


Chapter 3

A few hours had passed and the sun was beginning to set. After plentiful moments of fun, it was time for the group to leave the festival. A spokesperson had announced that the Creative Minds Award Ceremony would be held in a bit at the Lumiose Music Hall and that the festival would be shutting down for that. Earlier, everyone had planned a meeting place before the ceremony, out in the hallways of the building, with no time to change or freshen up in between. However, thankfully enough, none of them were giving or receiving awards so there was no need to worry about that.

Three of the members of Mystery Inc. along with a certain mocha-skinned millionaire had arrived a few minutes early, just in case for multiple different reasons. Fred was checking his wristwatch when a familiar voice floated over the heads of the other people here for the ceremony.

"Fred! We're, like, here!" Before anyone could say anything else, their eyes laid themselves on the now exhausted children that were behind the two bright-eyed adults, well an adult and a dog. Clemont was wearily trudging afterwards, his glasses having slipped down his nose, eyelids heavy and struggling to stay awake. Serena was only slightly better, yawning practically every other second, her hand constantly in front of her mouth. The most awake out of the children seemed to be Ash, who was clutching an already sleeping Pikachu in his arms, eyes blinking a lot more than normal which obviously showed how he was trying to keep them from closing. Bonnie, on the other hand, seemed completely out of it. She was having a nice piggy back courtesy of Shaggy, mumbling weird things about a giant Buneary and some devil girl with pigtailed plaits and glasses stealing something away, yawning her head off loudly and dramatically. Her pouch was carried by Scooby, Dedenne fast asleep snoring away from its place in the pouch.

"What did you do to them?!" Daphne gasped in shock over the children's state.

"Like, don't blame us! The kids wanted to do it!" Shaggy was quick to defend himself. "It's not like we forced them onto anything, right Scoob?"

"Reah!" Scooby nodded in agreement, because it was the honest truth. Why the others wouldn't believe them he had no idea. Velma was about to speak up sternly, her arms folded and eyebrows furrowed when a tired voice spoke up.

"They're right. We wanted to do all the things we did, especially Bonnie…" Ash mumbled with a yawn at the end, Serena and Clemont showing their place in the matter with slight head nods. Bonnie didn't show her agreement, instead she settled for snuggling deeper into her position on the lanky built adult's back. Velma was about to say something, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed when a hearty laugh next to her stopped whatever was resting on the tip of her tongue.

"Well that must have been fun." Taku smiled gently, taking his nephew's hat off of his head and ruffling the jet black hair of his out of love, of course. He laughed once more with the tired yet annoyed stare, completed with a cute pout, he got in return for that action, with the trainer patting down his spikes with his own gloved hands afterwards. "We'd best be off to our seats then. The awards ceremony is about to start."


The theatre was bustling with sounds, conversations overlapping into an untune orchestra of its own. All thanks to the elder Ketchum, the group were sitting in the left hand box, one of the most expensive areas to sit and they could see why. Not only did they have an amazing view of the stage, they could also see all of the other seating areas around the music hall, including the allusive Gallery that only the well to do of the regions could afford. Luckily from them, the person paying was more than well to do, he was loaded with money.

Daphne, Fred, Velma and Taku sat in the front four seats with Shaggy, Scooby and the kids sharing the other five. Why five, you ask? Well Bonnie had decided to fall asleep on her brother's lap, wrapping her arms around his waist and mumbling things that sounded really cute, especially when she seemed to be asking an invisible woman to 'keep' her brother, making all of the gestures before collapsing back into sleep once more. Everyone else simply smiled or giggled at the display, especially at how cute the little girl was making herself appear whilst she was dozing away.

The kids weren't really speaking, being tired already, which left the adults in the front to converse quietly amongst themselves, mostly with the mystery gang members thanking Taku for the whole experience which he said was nothing for what they had done for his nephew over the past few months. It was true though, the millionaire felt deeply in gratitude towards Mystery Incorporated due to the two times in which they had helped Ash, Serena, Clemont and Bonnie out with both the hotel he owned up in the mountains and at Stan's Deadpan Camp. After all, if they hadn't been there, things would be a whole lot different now and Delia would be much angrier than she already was.

A hush fell over the audience as the curtains arose, revealing a woman who was holding a black and grey microphone in her hands, the lights around the theatre diming into nothing. The woman had long brown hair, a dark oak bark shade, which was curled at the ends and tied together in a fancy ponytail. Light green, leaf coloured, orbs glanced over the audience, as if they weren't even there. Her long pink gown trailed slightly behind her on stage, sleeveless with bunched fabric on the body of the dress, finishing at a v shape from her hips to where her bellybutton should have been.

"Hello everybody and welcome to the Grand Art Awards Ceremony! We are here to celebrate the talents from multiple forms of media in the creative side of life." She eyes seemed to glisten with joy as she spoke, voice loud and projecting making it seem as if she owned the hall with just her words to help her. "My name is Amanda Miller and I will be your host for the evening. We have a line-up of multiple performances throughout the awards, one of which is opening the show! Here's a blast from the past for all of you adults, introducing the Pokéfriends from the popular Fazbear Company!" She left the stage, walking off to the right as a part of the floor rose up from underneath, revealing a band of five robots.

The first was an Ursaring, except it had a black bowler hat and a bowtie, holding its own microphone in its hands. The second was a Diggersby with a purple colouring to it, only thinner than usual and holding a bright red guitar with a similarly coloured bowtie welded into its neck. Next was a Delphox with one of its hands being a silver hook and a black eyepatch over one of its eyes. The fourth and last Pokémon looking of the robots was a Torchic, if the Pokémon had hands and legs; it too was holding a microphone. Out of all of them, the last one was the creepiest, a mine like puppet creature with long fingers and, funnily enough, was the only one with hair.

A yelp turned everyone, except from the kids who were fast asleep by now, in Shaggy and Scooby's direction, both of whom were hiding under their seats. The two were shaking like the tail end of a rattle snake, hands over eyes and teeth chattering.

"What is wrong with you two?" Fred asked; confused as to why they'd react that way to robots that were a long way away from them, most of which looked extremely child friendly.

"They've come to haunt us man!" Shaggy yelled; images of animatronic robots from overseas jump-scaring him flashing through his mind. "They've, like, escaped the pizzeria and changed form to find us!"

"Not fun! Not fun anymore!" Scooby whimpered in agreement. Unlike Shaggy, Scooby had the right mind to not play, but what his friend scream at the jump-scares that the horror games he played threw at him. Taku gave a confused stare over to the Mystery gang members who weren't cowering in fear, all of whom just gave him a shrug back. They had no idea what was going on either.

"Excuse me, Mr. Ketchum?" A member of staff at the hall had just arrived, ignoring the cowering men, or one man and his dog, to speak with the millionaire. "There's a phone call for you and it's extremely urgent."

Taku gave a quick glance over his shoulder at the children, more specifically his nephew, only to smile as he noticed they were all asleep as the robots played a cheesy eighties kiddies tune. "Can you look over them for me?" He asked, getting nods from all of the Mystery Inc. members, Shaggy and Scooby included as they had come out from under their chairs. "Alright, I'll be back shortly." He left the Box, following the staff member until he was out of sight.

The music from the robots continued, with surprisingly only one remaining inactive until now, the robots had a set pattern and build-up of their instruments and voices. No one, note even those in the Stalls up close to the stage noticed the puppet robot, the Puppet Master, smirking before she wound up her music box and began playing its tune. Immediately, for some reason, the other robots shut down, leaving only the music box behind for all to hear. The eyes of those listening became glazed, showing the other worldly mental state of those forced to listen to the melody.

Shaggy raised an eyebrow at the slumped and zombie-like poses that people across the hall seemed to have, except from himself, Scooby and the kids, everyone seemed to have adapted into this possessed persona. He gave Scooby a confused look, which he only received another dog versioned form of the look back.

"Hey, Fred. Like, what's going on?" He poked the Mystery Inc. leader in the arm, who didn't even respond. Something told him that they were the only ones who hadn't changed a bit in response to the music. For a while, the melody continued until the robot suddenly powered down and the light came back on. The once trance people were pulled out by the sudden light and noise as a voice spoke out through the speaker in a monotone voice.

"Due to some major technical difficulties, the Grand Arts Awards is postponed until a future date. Can everyone please make their way out of the building in a calm and orderly fashion, thank you." It was Amanda's voice, but it didn't sound as jovial as before, more dark and serious in a way. Taku re-entered the Box only to find that the lights were on and people were leaving. He frowned and asked the question on his mind.

"What's going on here?"

"I dunno…" Daphne mumbled, sounding slightly groggy for some odd reason. "That puppet robot began playing that music box thingy and I think I fell asleep… what about you guys?"

"The same thing happened to me." Velma nodded, wondering what could have happened during those few minutes of shut eyes.

"Me too." Fred added, turning back to the two awake members in the back. "What about you guys?"

"Like nothing happened. The music played and then suddenly the thing shut down and the lights, like, came on. We were told to, like, make an exit!" Shaggy replied, shrugging his shoulders to which Scooby nodded energetically in agreement.

"Well, in that case, we should be leaving." The millionaire's eyes rested on the four sleeping kids. "Can you help me to get them back into the hotel?"


It was quite the scene as the group walked back, the males carrying one of the children each. Taku was carrying his own nephew in his arms; left arm supporting the ten year old's back with the right holding his legs right under the knees, Pikachu slumped over his shoulder and his mouth open with cute sounds rolling out of it. Shaggy was doing the same thing to Serena that he'd done with the sleepy Bonnie earlier, giving her a piggyback. Clemont's stomach rested on Fred's shoulder, one strong arm keeping him from slipping off, the rest of his limbs floppy and like that of a ragdoll. As well as handling Bonnie's pouch, Scooby was carrying the girl himself over his back as she hugged him during her sleep.

"They've been asleep since the act started?" Taku inquired, noticing their nods. "I guess the festival really puckered them out."

"Even kids have a limit, Mr. Ketchum." Daphne smiled sweetly. "I think we've found theirs."

"I wonder why there were difficulties." Velma mumbled, frowning as she walked. "Did something happen to one of those… robot thingies?"

"Animatronics!" Shaggy shouted, visibly shaking in fear before rectifying his position for the passenger he was carrying on his back. "Like that's what they're called. Man, I've had the worst nightmares about them! I hate the name Scott Cawthon and, like, anything to do with FNAF."

"FNAF?" Fred raised an eyebrow looking slightly sceptical over the four lettered word that didn't make any sense to a normal, non-horror game playing human.

"Five Night's at Freddy's, man." The hippy like man groaned at the full name. "Set in a kid's pizzeria with animal robots and dead children with the purple guy who may be a phone guy and…" He shivered once again. "The lore is more complicated than anything, even the Legend of Zelda's."

"Oh, that Scott." Taku grinned, remembering the guy he had met when he had come over for a visit to the regions for inspiration for his make or break game. "I know him, told him about the Fazbear Company and took him to one of their restaurants… sorry Shaggy." If looks could kill, the millionaire would be six foot underground in a wooden casket. The sound of a buzzing from his jacket pocket turned all attention to him, probably due to the fact his phone was going off. "Velma, please can you find out what that's about without disturbing Ash?"

The glasses wearing female nodded, putting her hand gently into his jacket pocket, pulling out a sleek, extremely new phone that had only just rolled onto the shelves. She slid the message tab on the menu screen and began reading.

"Due to technical difficulties with the animatronics causing multiple equipment pieces to short circuit, the Grand Art Awards Ceremony will be held back a couple of days until we get everything up and running once again. Sorry for any problems this has caused." She read, everything seeming normal until she noticed the name of the sender. "Mr. Ketchum, how do you know Amanda Miller, the host of the awards?"

"She's actually my business partner." His reply started off short and sweet but looks caused him to continue. "Amanda's a philanthropist however; she likes to support noble causes which is why she was paid to host the ceremony."

"Wow, you know a lot of people, Mr. Ketchum!" Daphne said, however she wasn't really shocked. A business man like Taku was would know a lot contacts.

"Yes well, not all of them are reliable." He said guiltily, eyes resting down on the floor. The others knew who he was talking about, Peggy White and Stan. Both of them betrayed his trust, putting his family and friends in danger due to their lies. No one decided to speak after that, and the rest of the walk was made in pure agonising silence.

The hotel room was not exactly a room; a suite was more along the lines of it. The two gigantic bedrooms were spilt from each other by a living space that was devoid of any kitchen or cooking equipment. Everything was made out of the finest fabrics, the best materials and the nicest decorations. Of course a millionaire could afford this. Both bedrooms had five queen sized beds with fresh sheets and multiple pillows; so many that most of them had to be thrown off just to have enough to sleep on.

After getting the kids into their beds, without even bothering waking them as it wasn't worth the time or the effort to do so, the adults dropped into their own ones. The Mystery gang in one room with Taku joining the children in his own bed with them. It had been mere hours since they had fallen asleep but yet, there was something afoot.

A silhouette had landed on top of the hotel's roof, music box in hand and plan forming in her mind and, at the very least, the knowledge that the events earlier weren't for naught. Everyone in the hall who had heard the box whilst conscious would react immediately to hearing the sound once again. A smirk formed on the Puppet Master's face as she grasped the handle once again. This was going to be great! As she turned the mechanism, the feeling of satisfaction filled her.

"YeS yEs! LiStEn AnD fUlFiL yOuR dUtIeS! rIsE mY mInIoNs!" She screeched happily, evil cackles following her words as those who listened to the melody for the second time began to rise under her hypnotic spell. In a certain room, floors from where she was sitting, three people heard the melody drift into their slumber and awoke them from the pleasant dreams they were once having, replaced only by the single message the melody gave them. All must listen and obey the Puppet Master, they must obey their master.

And right then and there, from the deep darkness of unconsciousness; Fred, Daphne and Velma opened their now glazed eyes, controlled by the strings of the Puppet Master's melody.