A wrong turn in dreamland.

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Character(s): Tobias and Espio.
Location: The shattered black space called Tobias's memory.
Rating: PG-13.
Open/Closed/Finished: Finished.
Summary:
As the "dream" starts, you find yourself standing on the edge of an oddly square island, looking out to sea. There's music playing loudly and non-stop, and you look down to your trusty... whatever the flip that thing is. The creature, whom you recognize in your head to be a 'Nidorino' and who you remember was named Terrian gives a happy noise, obviously content to trail at your heels as you pace around the edge of the island nervously.

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The boy was in such a state - not that Espio could blame him - that nothing seemed to be processing right. It was rather aggravating, if Espio were to be truthful: the boy was in a panic, but Espio wasn't. It was... uncomfortable, not being entirely sure what was going on.

'You'll be fine...' he kept repeating, though he knew it wouldn't have any effect. 'Honestly, you will. Just calm down and try to think clearly.' He was a child! What had he done to deserve that?

'Ah!' As the kid grabbed the man's arm, Espio couldn't help but be shocked as it started to... to delete. 'Quick, let go!'

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Whether Espio's thoughts were getting through again or the boy had come to the same decision, it didn't matter -- he released the man's arm like it was on fire, stumbling backwards and falling on his butt. The deletion stopped the moment the hand was removed, but the wound was still there, and immediately began to bleed heavily. The scientist clapped a gloved hand over the affected part of his arm, now yelling in pain himself while another panicked and a third rushed into the red-roofed building.

"I-I --" Okay, his voice still worked, but was cracked. "I didn't... I..."

The scientist simply stared at him, before starting to back away quickly, yelling something behind him. The boy heard it something like 'harghadhg.'

But the meaning was clear enough, and he scrabbled on all fours, seeing but apparently not registering that even the ground was deleting wherever he touched it; it was only once he hauled himself up on a building that he realized he was deleting part of the building as well.

Which was replied with another scream and falling over himself.

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Espio was... in awe. This was a pretty serious situation he seemed to have been lumped in, and this kid was... was...

'What is this?' Espio wondered, with no idea how this even made sense. No, no, who cared whether it made sense - more importantly, the kid had to stop touching stuff and figure out what to do. But he couldn't do that unless...

'Calm down!' he insisted, though he knew it was futile. He knew the boy couldn't hear him, though he seemed to occasionally get the general gist. Even if he could hear him, he was too panicked to listen! And he had every right to be panicked. Super-powers weren't always useful - some could be simply disasterous.

Why was Espio even here, anyway?

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And the idea was gotten once again, as the boy took a few shuddered breaths, closing his eyes. He unconsciously dropped his hands to his legs, glancing down after a moment. He blinked once or twice, noticing something, well, different: the glitched up hand seemed to have absolutely no effect on him, or even the clothing he was wearing.

"There!"

He jerked his head around at the yell, noticing.... a group of very angry trainers, with their equally angry Pokemon.

Oh, this wasn't good.

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'And here comes the inevitable mini-mob' Espio noted - if he could roll his eyes, he would. People could be so predictable sometimes. 'Right, right, what do you want?'

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It was pretty clear what they intended to do, even to the boy who Espio was currently hitching a ride with -- and he'd been dumb enough to go through with this in the first place. He held up his hands, trying to stutter something out...

And fell over again as one of the Vulpixes the trainers had blew a colum of fire at him, causing him to fall over again with a shocked yelp. Heat singed his face, way too much heat for such a little animal, distracting him from the fact that he was deleting the edge of the island slowly as well.

This obviously didn't go over well with the trainers, and all of them started yelling at once, the boy putting up his hands over his head and causing them to slightly back off.

This really wasn't good.

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Oh, Espio hated it when this sort of thing happened! What was it with people and deciding that the best way to handle something was to try hurting it? The idiots!

Okay, so maybe that was a tiny bit hypocritical, but it wasn't as if the kid was some kind of evil villain! All they were doing was making the situation worse!

'It's not as if he can help it!' Espio wanted to shout at them, feeling the heat from the fox-like creature. 'Cut it out!' Like the boy could even really protect himself against those animals.

As the whole thing continued moving before his eyes, all Espio wanted to do was actually be there. That way, he might actually be able to help! And not...

Wait...

'What is he touching?' Espio realised, trying and failing to turn his head and see where that freakish hand was.

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The kid wanted it to stop as much as Espio, likely for the same reason that the chameleon did. He shifted again, nearly falling backwards through the newly-created gap in the shoreline. Well, that explained where the hand had been, especially when the boy's head snapped down to see.

Before the trainers could get much closer, however, there was an odd, strangled cry, one clearly unnatural. What seemed to be a giant orange, winged lizard (Charizard) slammed between them, grabbing him and being rewarded with a sharp screech. It was only a moment before they were airborne, and one look down made everything fade completely to white again.