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Story time!
Weaton had issues with following the Darkrai into the desert.
Firstly, there was the little issue of it being hot, and if their odd behavior didn’t scream something was wrong, this definitely did—they usually napped about this time of day.
The second issue was that Darkrai could float, and therefore didn’t have legs that got tired.
Third and most pressing to Weaton’s spine, the fact that the Darkrai were not in fact carrying anyone at the moment, something Weaton was somewhat regretting right now.
Alden had finally insisted on walking himself, and was keeping good pace with Calcium, who spent most of her time ranging about anyway. Carrie was behind Calcium, hopping from one foot to the other, and Weaton would have given her a lift if it weren’t for the fact that his hands were full of Jojo and Tux. Yin-Ko had offered her a lift once, but she had apparently refused for now. Weaton thought her resistance might be breaking, though. He was certain his back was working on it, the one spot where he had landed wrong back in August giving off a dull grinding ache the longer this went on. Which was odd, come to think of it, because usually it didn’t do that unless he was hauling a ton of stuff all day.
Maybe it was the tension—something was wrong here, and it was making everything act up.
“Char,” Iggy muttered, draped around his shoulders and sounding mentally drained.
“Yeah,” Weaton sighed, feeling similarly drained. “But they…they’ve got to be getting to wherever soon, right?”
“One would think,” Yin-Ko said, scanning their surroundings. “I’m reminded of that Opposite Month incident, and I don’t like being reminded of that.”
“Right,” Weaton gasped, slowing up a moment to adjust his grip on Jojo and Tux. Jojo was only sniffling occasionally now, seeming to be more focused on the fact that Weaton was carrying her around and apparently having decided that she was having fun now. Tux just seemed worried, tapping his paws together. Well, at least there was still one Darkrai to the Darkraimancer’s name.
And then he was scooped up.
Weaton yelped in alarm before registering what had happened. Okay, so there was still more than one Darkrai to the Darkraimancer’s name—he had almost forgotten about Guardmoor, taking up the rear and watching everything with those eyes of hers.
And apparently she decided that he was slowing up too much and that would lose them precious time, so she was imitating Creedence and scooping him up and—
And he did not want to give voice to his worry that they were going to lose Creedence, along with the rest of the Darkrai.
“Uh, thanks,” Weaton said, figuring he needed to focus on something else at the moment. Guardmoor made a sort of strange noise, like a marble being rolled around in a bowl, but with a psychic tone. Weaton had never been able to explain it better than that.
Iggy made a chuff sort of noise and crawled onto Weaton’s chest as they continued on, flopping down around his collarbones and just looking exhausted.
“Are you okay?” Weaton asked.
“Char,” Iggy sighed.
“he’s holding up better than I would have expected,” Yin-Ko said. “I’m going to have to up the psychic protection, though—it seems we’re getting closer.”
“I uh, guess I shouldn’t ask if we’re there yet,” Weaton said.
“There would be issues,” Yin-Ko agreed, floating up higher in an endeavor to see where they were going. “There’s definitely something up ahead, though—I’m guessing our destination is within sight.”
“Right,” Weaton said, resting his head against Guardmoor’s sawtooth ridge. “Wake me when we get there.” Not that he thought he’d be falling asleep anytime soon, but it seemed like the thing to say.
He was surprised when he was lightly jostled awake, what felt like only a few minutes later.
“We’re close,” Yin-Ko said, body language focused and battle-ready. Calcium and Alden were fighting ready too—Carrie had ended up on Weaton’ chest at some point. “Whatever’s pulling everyone here, it’s nearby.”
Guardmoor gently put Weaton down, shooing the other Pokémon off his chest so he could stand.
“It’s a…it’s a city. Kind of,” Weaton said, looking around at the ruined buildings and trying not to think of the last ruined city he had been in. “But the…whatever that one building is uh, made out of is pretty good.”
“It’s also what’s attracting the Darkrai,” Yin-Ko said, waving them forward. “Be careful.”
Weaton picked up Iggy, who was now pawing desperately at his head, stared at the Darkrai as Alden and Jojo and Calcium and Carrie ran to them, trying to get them to snap out of it, Tux hopping around agitatedly under Guardmoor as Yin-Ko circled around the Darkrai, who were now chanting ominously.
Weaton just felt useless.
“Creedence?” he called, spotting the Darkrai in question in the now thronging mass—when did he attract this many Darkrai? “Creedence! Hey, guys! HEY! what are you—OH YIPES!”
He stumbled back, tripping over a piece of rubble—Iggy bounced once with a squeak before sliding to a halt, but Weaton barely heard him over the rough grinding sound of the building standing up—
And then several eyes blinked into existence in the windows.
“I—what—”
Yin-Ko and Guardmoor were instantly hovering over him. “A Stakataka,” Yin-Ko said. “I suppose it makes sense for them to be hibernating like this—but it bears asking the question of why.”
Weaton wasn’t sure how to answer that, was horribly startled when the building answered instead.
You, it rumbled, looking right at Weaton. You are not welcome here.
Weaton blinked, not understanding—
And then the Darkrai all turned to him, and not in a friendly way either.
Destroy the intruder, the building ordered.
“What!?” Weaton squawked, hugging Iggy tightly to his chest. “Wait—no! What did—NO DON’T!”
Yin-Ko threw up a protect that several gusts of purple wind slid around.
“We need to take out the Stakataka,” Yin-Ko said. “And to do that…we’re going to have to get around them.”
“I—you can’t fight them,” Weaton protested, knees knocking as he saw the Darkrai fanning out as they approached menacingly, eyes unseeing and glowing that same horrible color that the Stakataka eyes were—
“We can render them unconscious,” Yin-Ko said. “Unfortunately, I don’t think they’ll be affording us the same courtesy.”
“Y—but—”
“Keep Weaton safe,” Yin-Ko told the other Pokémon. “Hold them off if you can—I’ll take out the Stakataka.”
And then the Darkrai attacked.
Alden—who had not given up trying to snap Vesper out of it—grabbed Jojo and ran as fast as he could, running by Calcium and Carrie, who had already thrown up Protects to shield them from the Darkrai attacking them. Tux was running as fast as his little legs could go, being rapidly overtaken by Bolete—
Iggy squirmed out of Weaton’s grasp, landed with a heavy thud and a growl at the approaching Darkrai—Toronto lunged forward—
Guardmoor was suddenly there, slapping her down.
“No wait!” Weaton yelped, grasping at his hair with his now-free hands—above him, Yin-Ko was fending off attacks from Royal and Helium. “You can’t—you can’t fight each other! GUYS! SNAP OUT OF IT! Aah! Tux!”
Guardmoor swung a hand out and scooped Tux up just as Bolete reached him—the poor Darkrai-mushroom did a faceplant.
“GUYS! STOP IT! STOP FIGHTING!” Weaton yelled, terrified by this—this—this was what he had always worried about, when the number of Darkrai started increasing—but this—this wasn’t their fault, it was that stupid building—
Iggy was spinning around, shooting out flames in a spiral and keeping them at bay temporarily—Guardmoor threw up a Protect as Toronto and Chrysoprase attacked—
Chrysoprase was slapped down—by of all things, the Dragoon, who roared angrily at him like he had hurt his feelings somehow. Guardmoor made another one of those marble-in-a-can noises—
And then she was glowing, and a pulse went out—
Weaton suddenly felt heavy, and all the Darkrai went to the ground—
As did Yin-Ko.
“You mind mentioning that move next time?” he groused, glaring at Guardmoor.
“What—what just happened?” Weaton asked.
“Gravity. It negates flying and levitating.”
That made sense.
But the Darkrai were still struggling upright, using their long thing legs to lurch after them—
Weaton tore his gaze away to look up at the towering Pokémon.
“Why?” he yelled. “WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? WE—WE NEVER DID ANYTHING TO YOU!”
The building stared down impassively. Destroy them.
“Why? At least tell me WHY! Why did you take them!”
Yin-Ko glanced at him, but was too busy assisting Guardmoor with another Protect, keeping the closest Darkrai away. Tux chittered something angrily from her hand, shaking a tiny fist.
Assimilate, the building intoned. The individual is no more. It is only the entity now. Join or die.
Weaton’s stomach lurched—Yin-Ko managed to get up into the air, arrowing for the antennae—the building lifted a piling, and several Darkrai flew into the air with cries of pain, blocking Yin-Ko’s progress—Barrel collided with him, sending them both down—the rest fell back to earth heavily—
Weaton’s stomach stopped lurching, instead replaced by a burning sensation he had last felt when that raider had kicked Balto.
His glare was probably as ineffectual as you could get, but he screwed every last nerve to the sticking point and took a step forward, fists balled. “Stop it! You’re hurting them!”
The individual does not matter, only the entity. The individual is no more, only the entity. Die.
“That’s not true! I’ll—I’ll prove it to you! You can’t take them like this and—and use them!”
The entity does as it will. Destroy them.
The Darkrai were forcing their way through the stalling moves that yin-Ko and Guardmoor were throwing at them, still pounding on the Protect that Calcium and Carrie were now struggling to hold up, were still chasing Alden as he ran, still carrying Jojo—
There. If he could get through to any of them—
“Creedence!” Weaton yelled, spotting the Darkrai lurching towards him through the Gravity and the Imprisons and who-knew-what else, snarling viciously. “Creedence! Snap out of it! Come on!”
“Char char!” Iggy barked upon seeing Weaton go forward—was immediately distracted by Gneiss trying to poke his eyes out.
“Creedence, it’s me,” Weaton said, hands out and trying to work through his own panic and to soothing. “It’s me, it’s Weaton. I—I know you’re, I know you’re still in there. Creedence?”
Creedence was snarling, practically frozen in a rictus of almost-ready-to-attack, unable to go any further at the moment because of all the stalling moves on him, but….
Weaton put a hand on his forehead, feeling the soft white hair, risked putting the other hand on his cheek as he rested his forehead against the snarling Darkrai’s.
“I—I know I’m always—always a wimp, about everything. About you,” Weaton continued, feeling the words choke him on the way out. “But—but I trust you. I trust you, okay? I know you’re in there, Creedence, just—come back to me. Please.”
Still growling, lips and nostrils twitching as he stared into those sightless eyes, flickering with colors like a sick oil slick—
And then the film started to fade from his eyes, they started to go back to normal—
And then it was Creedence, just Creedence, eyes flicking around and a whine coming from his throat because right now he was a very confused Darkrai—
“You’re back,” Weaton breathed, a smile starting to form. “You’re back! Creedence! You’re back!”
Creedence didn’t get any less confused by that statement, or by Weaton’s sudden hug—
NO! the building rumbled. The individual must become the entity! Assimilate! Destroy the human! You must conform!
Creedence flinched, looked around, looked at the building—
Went still.
“Creedence?” Weaton asked, one hand still on his arm—no. No, he couldn’t—he had just gotten him back—
Assimilate. Destroy the human. The entity wills it.
Creedence started growling, took a step—Weaton’s hand slid off of him.
“Creedence?...”
Now he was starting to glow, orange flickers dancing up his body as he looked up at the building—did Darkrai evolve?
Destroy!
And then Creedence launched himself up—rocketing straight for the building and glowing brightly as he screamed—
And then he collided with it, sending rubble and smoke flying everywhere as the behemoth building tumbled—
Weaton went flying back, rolling, colliding with Vesper, still chasing his brother and Jojo—they both went tumbling into a nearby half-wall, narrowly missing Bolete, who was trying to jump up to get Guardmoor and Tux—
“Char! Charmander!”
“I—uh—” Weaton managed to get out before devolving into a coughing fit.
“Krai?”
Weaton glanced at Bolete, who was now looking at him with clear eyes and a confused look. Matter of fact, all the Darkrai looked clear-headed—
Oh no.
Creedence.
Final Word Count: 2,165 words
Event time! And I was hoping for the How to Train Your Dragon 2 reference, and dang if I wasn’t able to do it!
Another WIP, because despite knowing what I wanted to do, I didn’t get the inspiration to do it until today. And then my computer froze. Lost a good hour/two hours' worth of work on the art. I hate technology—why did we ever progress past the wheel?
So! Names now, levels later, because I have to get to bed!
Honorable mentions:
Royal
And I’ll write more later thank youuuu
Pokémon © Game Freak; Nintendo
Done in Adobe Photoshop (with a Wacom Tablet! 
