Ask Darkrai!

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ask-serperior-queeny: And thus me, Camilla and the rest of the...

Sun, 25 Nov 2012 14:52:36 -0600

And thus me, Camilla and the rest of the team planted a whole bunch of different berries on Darkrai’s island.

It was very nice to see you all again! I am sure all your hard work will bear…fruit. hahaha! Terrible pun aside, I will keep watch here and when they ripen I will be sure to share them with you!

I have actually, I’ve wondered if she even has them...

Fri, 23 Nov 2012 09:55:35 -0600

I have actually, I’ve wondered if she even has them considering her powers. I’m afraid you’ll have to ask her directly if you want a definitive answer. Though I am sure she shares the sentiment that our recent…struggle was indeed a /living/ nightmare.

Oh yes, I remember mentioning that a while ago. I would be...

Mon, 19 Nov 2012 16:21:47 -0600

Oh yes, I remember mentioning that a while ago. I would be delighted to have some company, as long as you don’t show up on the new moon again, that is. Hah. We don’t want a repeat of last time, now do we? It would be very nice to have some more green around here, you may do whatever it takes to make the ground fertile again. It will be nice to see you and Camilla again, Enigma berries are my favorites but feel free to bring any other seeds you wish.

(Make sure to check out the companion comic! Hey everyone, I...

Thu, 15 Nov 2012 12:00:47 -0600

(Make sure to check out the companion comic! Hey everyone, I know it’s been awhile since a real good update but as I mentioned once before I had been working on something super special! I’m sorry it took so long to put together but I think it was really worth it! Cresselia and I worked very hard to put this together and we both hope you really enjoy it! This is the de facto finale for my nightmare rampage event and I think it’s a long time coming for the big finish!)

( Cresselia also worked really hard on a companion comic, which she posted over on her blog, it’s got a much bigger impact if you read and listen in tandem!)

Well if you used some common sense, you’d know that I can...

Thu, 01 Nov 2012 18:20:27 -0500

Well if you used some common sense, you’d know that I can only feed on a nightmare if one is asleep! Now, that isn’t to say that I don’t enjoy a nightmare made real oooooh no. They are infinitely more entertaining, oh yes. I just can’t taste them…or make them worse hehehehe.

((ahhhhhh I don’t usually do reblogs but I had to for...

Thu, 01 Nov 2012 17:56:51 -0500

((ahhhhhh I don’t usually do reblogs but I had to for this!))

Well hello there, this is a very interesting question thank...

Tue, 30 Oct 2012 20:15:32 -0500

Well hello there, this is a very interesting question thank you. If someone where to die while trapped in one of my nightmares, as morbid a thought as that is, yes I would most definitely feel it. Typically I am connected to those I’ve given nightmares, especially if the nightmares are persistent. So if the nightmare were to break, I would feel it-the connection would be severed. It’s never happened before, and I hope it never does.

Now, my nightmares are very powerful, I wouldn’t bet against the odds of that person’s mind being trapped in the dream world. After all a lot of the times that is how I enter ones dreams especially if I am invading from far away. I cant say what would become of them once there, it’s only speculation on my part anyway.

I have considered it. It’s very tempting, but I...

Tue, 16 Oct 2012 13:56:23 -0500

I have considered it. It’s very tempting, but I don’t think I’d want to see their nightmares. Cruel people, criminals, I’m positive their nightmares would be very…sustaining and they would be satisfying to give. It’s just…I believe that it would make me no better than them.

Torturing them for what they’ve done, even if they do deserve, it just doesn’t sit well with me. I’ve got to be better than them, better than Nightmare.

I am in control. At least, most of the time.

Hello everyone! It has been a week since my event...

Sun, 23 Sep 2012 00:56:00 -0500

Hello everyone! It has been a week since my event “ended,” and I know I kinda just dropped off without giving it any real resolution, but not to worry! I (and a special guest) am working on something super awesome to give it an official end hopefully to be finished sometime very soon! I assure you guys that it will be quite awesome! :)

Dratini's Nightmare

Sat, 15 Sep 2012 23:30:38 -0500

“Nightmares exist outside of logic, and there’s little fun to be had in explanations; they’re antithetical to the poetry of fear.” – Stephen King

A nightmare… It’s just a really bad dream, right? One that scares you, or turns out to be horrible in almost all of the ways you’ve imagined…right? Nightmares only exist inside your mind, in the darkest of crevices, and are among the things you think should never be brought to the light. They differ from person to person; everyone has their own, individual, fear…or idea of what they think is terrible. So then… That’s what this is, right? A nightmare. A terrible dream. But, if that’s what this is… A dream… Then…maybe… Maybe… Couldn’t something change? If this was all just a bad dream…there had to be something…

‘This…This doesn’t… None of it makes any sense…’

Everywhere she turned—everywhere she looked—it was the same thing. Fire raging around her, destruction and chaos abound. The once proud structure that was the Blackthorn City Gym was alight with flames eating away at the walls and roof. The rest of the town was blackened with the soot and char of the fire that ate away at the rest of them. The mountains around the city seemed to tremble and chunks of them broke away—the nearest rocky walls falling and sending the town plummeting into further madness. Screams and cries echoed around her, as if competing with the roar of the flames for her attention. It was no use—wherever she turned, wherever she looked… This was all happening at once.

Behind her, the entrance to the Dragon’s Den was nothing but a pile of rubble. The Den, itself, was no more, having collapsed in on itself from some unknown event. Dratini didn’t even want to turn to look back at it, fearing the vivid images of her clan dying before her eyes would come rushing back to her. The Elder…the older Dragonairs…even her fellow Dratinis… They were all dead—crushed under the weight of the rocks… So then… Why was she still alive? Why was she the only one left? Why did she even bother to fight to stay alive when she would just be greeted by the same stench of death and destruction just outside?!

“This isn’t real,” she muttered to herself, unable to blink as she watched the silhouettes of the humans who lived in the town scramble around—some carrying smaller silhouettes, some were on fire themselves and ran until they simple crumpled to the ground in a heap. She watched as some of them fell to their knees, not caring about the flames that threatened to engulf them, and scream to the heavens—as if their cries could change anything. She could hear the heartache in their voices, their fears, and their uncertainty. The dark sky above her was painted a blood red, and even it seemed to join in with the destruction with the way the colors of the flames seemed to reflect off of the sky and back down to the earth. Tears fell from her eyes as she continued to watch everything around her die, unconcerned with her own well-being. What would be the point?

“None of this is real…”

This is all real.

A voice whispered beside her. Despite its quiet words, the little dragon heard it loud and clear. Turning her head to look beside her, she was stunned to see a black mist that seemed to swirl around itself in a serpentine shape. The mist then began to swirl faster and faster, as if forming some make-shift form—the silhouette of some serpentine head formed and there were two red, glowing orbs where its eyes would be. It rounded on little Dratini and raised itself to tower over her.

This is all real, it said again, as a mouth formed and curled itself into an awful grin. The mist seemed to laugh, throwing its head back before opening its mouth wide, revealing rows of sharp fangs. This is all real! This is the real thing! And, suddenly, the mist lunged at Dratini—engulfing her in darkness.

“Dratini! The tea is ready!”

The little dragon woke with a start. She was quick to look around herself, in a bit of a frenzy. There were no flames eating away at buildings, no crumpled heaps of humans littering streets. The stench of burning flesh and wood wasn’t mingling with blood or anything like that in the air. No, none of that. What she did see was the same, familiar, interior of the shrine in the Dragon’s Den.

Wooden walls painted a vivid red, clean tatami floors, and the sliding doors left ajar. It was, simply, the shrine. Uncoiling herself, Dratini reached for her eyes with her tail to rub the sleep away. So…she had fallen asleep in the shine last night? It would appear so. Then…that was just a dream.

Wait.

What dream? Blinking owlishly and tilting her head a bit, she realized that she had completely forgotten about that dream she had just moments earlier. Then again, isn’t that normally how dreams go? Still, she couldn’t shake this strange feeling in the pit of her stomach—like something was going to happen. Something big and…ominous? Perhaps?

“Dratini! Your tea is getting cold, dear!”

All previous worries seemed to disappear at the sound of the Dragon Clan Elder’s voice, and the little dragon eagerly slithered out of the shrine and around to the back. Dratini loved everything that was the Dragon Clan; from the other Dratinis and the older Dragonairs who lived with her in the Den, to the humans who carried the same bloodline as the Elder. She especially loved the tea that the Elder brewed and shared with her. The Elder spent a lot of his time among the Dragon Pokémon inside the Den, and while it seemed like he rarely left his absence when he did take his leave was more than noticeable—even if it was for short periods of time. He was the one human that the other members of Dratini’s colony was the most comfortable with, and while he didn’t speak the same language they did he was still able to pick up what they were trying to convey to him based on the sounds they emitted and the emotions behind them. And that was more than enough to communicate with the old human.

“Ah, there you are, my sleepy little one,” the Elder greeted Dratini, as she slithered up to the low table that was set up. There were two cushions in place (one of which the Elder was seated on) and there was a teapot sitting in the middle of the table with two cups already filled with tea. Lounging, comfortably, behind the Elder was one of the older Dragonair and the elder dragon lifted his upper body up to nuzzle the side of Dratini’s head in greeting. With a smile, the little dragon continued on to the other cushion and arranged herself upon it as the Elder reached for the cups and placed one down for Dratini to take.

“Did you sleep well last night?” the Elder asked, as he took a sip from his cup. Dratini, who had lifted her tail up to wrap around the other cup, nodded before lifting it up off the table and bringing it closer to her mouth. The Elder chuckled, watching as Dratini took her first sips from the cup, and allowed himself to relax in his seat.

Every day always began like this for little Dratini. A nice cup of tea with the Elder, and then she was off to frolic and play with the other Dratini of her colony beneath the surface of the waters in the Den. Every now and then, there would be trainers who managed to make their way into the Den—but Dratini made it a point to stay away from them. The Elder always said that Dratini (as well as a few of her other kin) were not to allow themselves to be caught. They were “special,” in a way, and should not be caught without the express permission of the Elder himself. There was some “test,” or something like that, that humans were supposed to pass in order to have a Dratini like her. She never really questioned it, but if that’s what the Elder said then she’d go along with it. After all, she hadn’t really sat down to think about life outside the Den with some other human. The concept was still foreign and almost frightening to her.

But, that’s not your worst nightmare, my dear…

Dratini suddenly looked up, hearing that strange voice. It was soft, like a whisper in the wind, but… Where did it go? Maybe she just imagined it… But, it seemed…familiar. It was as if she had heard it somewhere before. Somewhere she couldn’t quite place… Where?

It was then that the Den shook and trembled, as a loud rumble passed through the interior. Rocks fell from above, and the Dragonair was quick to wrap its long body around both the Elder and Dratini while keeping its eyes trained on the ceiling. Was there an earthquake? How strange—things like that didn’t happen here often. The Elder placed his cup back down on the table, looking up and around at the Den’s rock walls.

“Perhaps it is best if the two of you went to seek shelter,” he said to the two Dragon Pokémon, just as the cavern shook again—this time the wood of the shrine splintering. Even the Elder looked surprised, before one of the stalactites from above came crashing down through the wooden floors. Now alarmed, the Elder stood, “Hurry!”

The Dragonair complied, wrapping his upper body around the smaller Dratini and lunging into the water with her. Beneath the chaotic waves formed by the quakes, Dratini could see the rest of her colony frantically swimming to and fro as cracks appeared in the stalagmites and other rock formations. Their distressed calls echoed in her ears, and for some reason Dratini just knew that there was no safe place to seek shelter here. But she wouldn’t voice that aloud—why would she? She was among family and the rest of her Clan—there was nothing to worry about, right?

It is almost amusing how wrong you are, little one.

That voice again. Now, Dratini was sure she had heard it. Whirling around to try and find it, she was met with nothing but bubbles and chaos—all of which came to a screeching halt when the wooden structure that was the shine started to fall into the waters in a splintering mess, pierced and crushed by the rocks falling from above. What caught her eye was a strange red mist that seemed to fall with the wood, and her heart broke—splintered, sank as the wood did—when she managed to pick out the royal blue of the robes the Elder wore. She let out a sound akin to a scream, before attempting to lunge forward but she was stopped by the Dragonair. Looking up at the older Dragon, Dratini cried—whimpered, anything—to get him to move, or at least assist the Elder. But the Dragonair only shook its head, and pushed her further and further away from the wreckage that sank to the bottom of their Den.

Before they could return to their Clan, though, there was a thunderous noise followed by many panicked screams. The floor beneath them had cracked, and those nearby were being sucked into the void. Dragonair immediately pulled Dratini away, and the smaller dragon watched as other Dragonair attempted to do the same to the younger Pokémon. Many were unsuccessful, and Dratini could glimpse the fear in their eyes as they disappeared into the void. The rocks falling from above were getting bigger and bigger as well, as if the Den itself was attempting to destroy the inhabitants. What was going on? Why was this happening?

Dratini turned to the Dragonair towing her, as they were attempting to escape the heart of the Den. The elder dragon was quick to twist and turn as the rocks fell, the walls cracked, and the water surged and attempted to push them back. He was headed for the exit that opened into Blackthorn, probably thinking that it was safer outside than in the Den. Outside, there shouldn’t be a fear of being impaled by rocks or being sucked into cracks in the earth. As they neared the mouth of the Den, Dratini thought she could see a bit of the light filtering in from the outside. They were nearly there now. Just a little more…

And then the water suddenly surged upward and seemed to push them toward the exit—before the rocks around them suddenly caved in. Dragonair was quick to throw Dratini ahead of him, before the rocks fell upon his midsection and caused him to cry out. The smaller dragon turned toward the elder, and was about to go back for him, but the elder merely opened his mouth and let out a blast of blue flames—Dragon Rage—to push the smaller Dragon out of the Den. And he continued to blast those flames until could no more.

Little Dratini had fallen into the pool of water surrounding the mouth of the Den, and it took her a moment to recover before she swam back up to the surface. Her gasps for air were turned into deep breaths to keep from sobbing when she realized that the entrance to the Dragon’s Den—her home—was completely caved in. Destroyed. Blocked off. There was no entrance, there was no exit. The little Dragon screamed, as she rushed at the rocks and attempted to break them with her tail, her own Dragon Rage—anything. But it didn’t budge. She pressed her body against the rocks, as it attempting to will them to move, but there was nothing. Nothing.

It was then she realized there was a whole chorus of agonizing screams behind her, and she turned around to see Blackthorn engulfed in flames. How did she… How did she not see that? The flames danced, wickedly, as they leapt from building to building, joining with other flames and eating away at absolutely everything. The earth, itself, was charred black as humans attempted to run from the flames that even threatened to eat them, stumbling over other humans and even other humans’ Pokémon. It was a scene of chaos, of destruction, and even death as she realized that some of those humans and Pokémon were no longer moving.

This… Dratini gasped, audibly, as visions of a similar scene flooded her mind. Her dream. The black mist. The fires. How… What? But then… What was… What?

“This…can’t be real…”

Oh, but it is.

There. There it was again. Dratini turned her head to the side, to see the same ominous mist from her dream manifesting. It swirled around itself, before taking on the same serpentine shape as before.

This is all real. How many times do I have to tell you that, my dear? This is all real!

It seemed to form a mouth just for the purpose of opening it and letting out a hearty laugh. The mist threw its head back and laughed, the sound filling Dratini’s ears and mixing with the screams and cries of townspeople. It was a terrible sound, a horrible sight. The little dragon could hardly believe this was happening—that this thing was here and taking such pleasure in this destruction.

“How could you do this?!”

I? I did this?

The mist asked, forming those same red eyes Dratini saw in her dream as it turned to face her.

You think I am responsible? My dear, how wrong you are.

Seeing the look of confusion on the little dragon’s face made the mist laugh again, and its eyes seemed to glow.

This is all real—this is all your doing! Don’t act so innocent!

Looking into its eyes was the worst mistake Dratini had made yet. In those red eyes, Dratini saw a black serpentine dragon as it went through the town. She watched as it destroyed human and Pokémon alike as they came to stop it. The dragon roared and screeched and discriminated against nothing as it set everything on fire—living or not. And, at the very center of the dragon, she saw herself. Eyes as red as the flames that licked the flesh off of bone, an expression that showed no mercy. This… That. That must be a lie!

You said yourself that you loved the legend of the dragon that destroyed the human town centuries ago. Do you not think that there’s a reason for that? Don’t you feel its power inside of you? You weak little fool!

Dratini snapped out of the daze she had found herself in, as the mist opened its gaping jaws and lunged forward—just as it had in her dream.

Fall into the depths of despair—and allow me to be set free, Dratini!

HYDREIGON AND DARKRAI HAVE A MERRY OLD TIME

Sat, 15 Sep 2012 21:01:00 -0500

By nature, Hydreigons are not fearful creatures. From hatching, they learn that fear is nothing but a barrier, and barriers slow them down, and instinctively they bury fear deep inside them. As a result, Deinos are inquisitive and adventurous Pokémon, which gradually turns into sheer hostility towards life.
However, fear never really leaves them. It’s always there, digging its claws into their brains when they fight against impossible odds, when they have to protect their territory from older Hydreigons, when they fly in a strong lightning storm. And being exposed to fear after pushing it down so deeply is a extremely traumatic.
This particular Hydreigon was unusually aggressive and bold for his species, frequently boasting of his great strength and love of killing things. His bravery was undisputed - he had fought off several of his own kind without showing any worry, let alone terror. He had it fairly good for a Hydreigon, dominating a large territory with lots of prey Pokémon to feed his endless hunger for blood. Incursions by rivals were rare. Maintaining such a territory meant he rarely slept, preferring to burn more of his ample energy stores if he got tired. However, occasionally he decided to relax and sleep the night away. It was on this night, with the invisible new moon ensuring the safety of complete darkness, that he decided to have a rest.
Upon “awakening”, Hydreigon immediately noticed something was amiss. It was dark. Too dark. There was an extremely thick, dark grey fog flooding his cave. The air was stifling and hard to breathe. Slowly taking off from the ground, he glided out of the cave to see that the fog was blanketing the entire land. It was thick and interfered with his ability to breathe, making him feel like he was drowning on land, forcing him to breathe more deeply. The sky was also pitch black - no moon, no stars, not even artificial light. An endless stretch of inky blackness. No, wait… there’s something there…
A light blue eye was staring down at the confused dragon, which narrowed when it noticed Hydreigon hovering uncertainly outside his cave. A deep, dark voice reverberated inside Hydreigon’s skull, making him wince and snarl.
“Rise and shine, you unloved abomination. You’ve held this land and all its inhabitants under your draconian reign of intimidation for too long. I’ve been thinking, and I believe it’s time you felt the wave of terror those brave enough to remain in this place feel when they feel your shadow on their backs, moments before you brutally rip them asunder.”
Hydreigon’s snarl grew louder when he heard this. “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD BEFORE I SHOW YOU WHY THEY FEAR ME”
The voice merely cackled at this; a high pitched, malicious cackle that made Hydreigon’s ears ring, but it said no more. Gradually, the laughter faded away, until all was silent.
“COWARD” Hydreigon roared. “LIKE A DOG WITH ITS TAIL BETWEEN ITS LEGS YOU RUN OVER THE HILLS”
Hydreigon went to turn so he could go back into his cave when, strangely enough, he heard a sound from over the hills opposite his cave. Looking back, he saw nothing, yet he could definitely hear it - the screeching of his own species. The hair on his back and wings bristled as he rose higher into the air, preparing to fight his rival. He didn’t enjoy fighting his own kind, but his territory was top priority, and Hydreigons don’t share.
The darkness was all-encompassing, so his intruder wasn’t visible until it was much closer. In fact, it had blind-sided him and he only noticed it when it was only a few feet away, on his left side. It had moved silently, like a ghost, but at this range it let out a spine-chilling shriek and sunk its teeth into Hydreigon’s neck.
Hydreigon roared with pain and attempted to turn around so he could attack it right back. However, he could barely move - attempting to turn his head was a Herculean task, and his body was hardly responding. His eyes widened with worry as he found he couldn’t move! He couldn’t stop this fool from attacking him! However, after an effort he managed to flop his head sideways, to get a better look at his assailant.
It was a Hydreigon, but it was strangely coloured, being mostly black and grey. Its eyes were a curious blue, but its teeth were extremely long and sharp. It grinned at Hydreigon’s struggles to move, and spoke, with the same hateful, shadowy voice he had heard in his head mere moments ago.
“Breathing in the fog inhibits your movements, so you can’t fight back. Puts you in the shoes of all those poor little Pokémon you target, who are destroyed without so much as a scratch on you. You’re a monster and a coward. And there’s no room for cowards in our species, is there now?”
The dark Hydreigon roared with laughter at this, the same terrible, ear-ringing cackle that had assaulted his ear drums earlier. However, he didn’t react as much to it this time, as he felt his enemy’s teeth rip into the flesh of his throat again.
He was beyond being able to express his agony verbally. His head could only flop sideways, tongue lolling out, as the dark Hydreigon mauled his entire body. He felt his blood, thick and warm, running down his bloated body, congealing in the fur on his chest, dripping from his atrophied feet. Flight was beyond him, as he felt his concentration ebb away, causing him to fall heavily to the ground. He could barely feel the shattering of his tail as its bones were crushed under his great mass, as the dark Hydreigon was still savaging his neck and torso, but carefully, methodically, with purpose.
It felt like an eternity, but the dark Hydreigon eventually stopped and studied the bloodied piece of meat that had once been the lord of the valley. Hydreigon was barely conscious, gasping and choking on his own blood. His foe murmured a few twisted words, attempting to restore some of Hydreigon’s consciousness. As Hydreigon’s vision swam back into focus, the agony came flooding back, and yet he found he couldn’t even spasm with shock, completely paralysed. Only his eye still moved, and it rolled up in its socket to focus on his assailant. However, it was a Hydreigon no longer. It had become something more sinister - a Pokémon as dark as the sky, with a long grey head of hair, black beads around its neck, long arms spread. It had no mouth, but it seems to smirk at the static form of the defeated dragon. It swooped down to him, hissing one last sentence at him as he scooped Hydreigon up in its arms.
“See you in hell.”
It then roughly dumped Hydreigon at the foot of the mountain he called home and began to float away, continuing to cackle. Hydreigon laid on the ground, steadily bleeding into the dirt, mind blank of anything but the pain and the demon’s words. He found himself staring at the sky, watching the demon fly away until it was gone. But the sky wasn’t empty.
A flock of Murkrow were flying directly overhead in a circle. One of them broke away from the ground and flew down to the stricken dragon. Landing on his ruptured chest, it sniffed the bloody wounds and began to peck at them. One by one, the others flew down, cawing and screeching at each other, landing on different parts of his wounded body, and pecking at the wounds. They began to bite bits of flesh off and swallow them, starting with small slivers of flesh, but gradually beginning to tear off great chunks and swallowing them whole. Some of the greedier birds began sticking their heads deep into the wounds in an attempt to rip at the internal organs. His thick skin and muscles were nothing more than a banquet for the birds. The smell of his apparent corpse was starting to attract other scavengers as well, such as a hungry Rattata, which darted in and began tearing at exposed flesh.
Hydreigon was lost in madness; the situation was too much for him. There was nothing left to think of any more - he was being eaten alive after experiencing what could only be described at torture. The feeling of having parts of his vital organs pinched and sliced was too much to bear, and his mind blanked out. He could barely feel any of the hungry Pokémon feasting on his body. The last thought he could muster, before he succumbed to his wounds, was if this was what fear was like.

((Being the prey to his own prey))

Sat, 15 Sep 2012 21:00:00 -0500

((Being the prey to his own prey))

He was dreaming again. It was rare for Vinis to experience...

Sat, 15 Sep 2012 19:53:00 -0500

He was dreaming again.

It was rare for Vinis to experience them. He would usually rouse himself before he would let it happen, not wanting to risk the off chance of foreseeing a disaster befall a nearby village or town.

When he did dream, though, they were never pleasant. It would always be the same nightmare..

-

The ice gave away much too suddenly for him to properly react; only a gasp of terror managed to escape him as he realized what was happening, the rush of the ice-cold water swallowing him up and impairing his movements.

It felt like he was being stabbed all over. The sheer coldness of the water crushed his lungs, forcing out whatever oxygen he was saving. He immediately felt swamped, the intake of water causing him to choke and panic even more, the sickening feeling of helplessness taking over, darkness taking hold of him as he sunk lower and lower- -

British Mew's Nightmare

Sat, 15 Sep 2012 19:34:52 -0500

As the small kitten sat up, rubbing his face from the lack of sleep he seemed to have been getting lately, he shook his head to try to rouse himself from his half-consciousness. As his eyes became accustomed, however, he began to realise he wasn’t where he was meant to be.

Even without his monocle, he could tell that his surroundings were not that of his home on Faraway Island. His small little alcove where he slept, surrounded by his most prized possessions, was now replaced with a large, open room, dark-purple in colour with a black cieling and carpet. He was lying on a black, marble slab that was acting as his bed it seemed and the lack of windows stopped the light from entering the room. The light that was there, it seemed, was coming from a dull, dark bulb in the centre of the ceiling. Around him, all over the floor, was a mis-matched array of items that, in his un-monocled state, he could not decipher.

Quickly, Brit-Mew scrambled for his monocle, finding it next on the floor next to his slab. Slipping it on over his one good eye, he took another look around the dark room. Although the monocle improved his vision in normal light, it did nothing to make the room more visible to him. Squining, he fumbled around in the almost total darkness for his top hat, scrambling with his paws as he felt himself beginning to get a little claustrophobic.

Finally locating his top hat, he gave a small sigh of relief as he felt the fabric in his hand. Smiling a little despite the situation, he reached up to place it upon his head.

<RRRRIIIIIIIIPPP!!>

“…I… I say…” Brit-Mew lowered his hands in shock as, right before his eyes, his beloved top hat fell to shreds, scattering across the floor like black snowflakes, disappearing into the black carpet. Giving a cry of shock and anguish, Brit-Mew dived onto the floor, feeling around in the carpet for the remnants of what used to be his top hat.

As he did, his foot caught on something and he tripped, falling face-first into some of the things around him. Giving a grunt, he sat up and began to scramble through the piles of items that he found. Several items became apparant to him; a half-eaten pizza, a model of the Eiffel Tower, a large American flag, a paceket of Canadian bacon, a pair of lederhosen, a large turban and many more miscellaneous items that he could not decipher.

“Where… where in the World are all of my British things?!” Brit-Mew almost screamed, his voice reverberating around the cramped room; “What happened to everything that reminded me of my dear sweet home?! …A-HA!!”

After several minutes of fruitless searching, Brit-Mew finally found something to make him smile. A teapot, a teacup and a small box of tea leaves. Sighing happily, he brought the box’s label close to his face to try to read it.

“Pure British home-grown tea? Excellent!” Brit-Mew sighed in relief, happy to have simply one of his treasured possessions with him. Sighing, he slumped on the ground and, using a “Scald” techniquie, summoned some boiling water from the air to add to the tea-leaves in the cup. Giving another loud sigh of relief as he let the soft aroma of Earl-Grey tea touch his nose, he closed his eyes and drank the warm liquid deeply.

…Before promptly spitting it back out again. This wasn’t tea! It tasted like re-processed McDonald’s Coffee!

Screaming in rage that he had been lied to, Brit-Mew whirled around only to have himself slam face-first into one of the stone walls. With a loud crack and the sound of shattering glass, his monocle smashed to pieces, falling off his face and hitting the floor at his feet.

“My home… my monocle… my hat…” Brit-Mew had finally lost it. He turned on his heel and curled up into a ball, shuddering and wishing for it to all go away.

“There’s no place like home… there’s no place like home… there’s no place like home…”

aurorawolfa: A submission for… ask-darkrai.tumblr.com! For the...

Sat, 15 Sep 2012 19:13:07 -0500

aurorawolfa:

A submission for… ask-darkrai.tumblr.com! For the submission thing going on. I JUST heard about this so I had to rush, but here it is! It was about your character/whatever you really wanted to be facing a nightmare with Nightmare!Darkrai. I figure Nightmare darkrai looks nearly the exact same as regular darkrai, considering they’re the same person. But I might add a slightly reddened tint to his eyes later, to show that creepy, nightmare inducing pokemon.

Can’t really provide much of a story other then the fact I have a lot of fears, but drowning would PROBABLY be number one. Since I can’t swim, that’s probably WHERE the fear came from in the first place.

((Mimi’s “Nightmare” and the Return of...

Sat, 15 Sep 2012 19:10:25 -0500

((Mimi’s “Nightmare” and the Return of “Shadow Mimi” ))
???: Mimi! Hello. How nice to see you again… did you miss me?Ahahahahahehehehehehehe.