Writing Nightmare

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Huh, I misread the "surged" phrase for some reason. I really was more tired than I thought.

The Suicune paragraph is indeed better, so I think we're done with that.

Yeah, we do have quite similar styles. If there's a difference, I'd say that I heavily incorporate my characters thoughts into the story while you use much more objective writing. Once I switched to third-person, I just can't go back to first because being able to pick and anyone's brains at any time was too awesome (and oh god, trying to read Collyn is so much fun). XD

But "in any case" as you have said, you're welcome for the read. ;3
 
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I redid the weak verb paragraph as you suggested; it's in the original post where I reserved the place. Thoughts?
 
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Cepheus was able to discern their facial features as they drew closer; the first man was tall, dark-skinned, and appeared to be at least twenty-eight years old. He was large, muscular, with a black hair and beard, and clothed with an armored chestplate and leggings – much like a makeshift suit of armor.
Yeaaaaah, for the first one, "could discern" works fine and is alot less wordy.
 
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Changes made, although I haven't edited them into the chapter post - instead I modified the Word file. But I probably should get around to editing the post sooner than later - the reason I'm not doing it immediately is because I'm writing something else. (edit: never mind, just did it)

Anyone else have input to share?
 
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I'll take that as a no!

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I'm not exactly sure what to share about chapter 9, except that it's more of a placeholder chapter that, although it doesn't contain much of the actual plot, it is necessary to connect the pieces together. This chapter may seem like it's deadweight, but trust me, it will be vital later.

Also, keep the following in mind: The protagonist's name is pronounced "SEE-fee-us", not "KEH-fee-us".
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9 – Suspicion

[Saturday, July 17, 1.47 PM]

“I can begin to see why you like testing this thing so much, Cepheus.”

“You see now, don’t you? Why humans take such pride in their creations?”

“Even so, I wish it wouldn’t stare at me like that. It just knows that I don’t like it being around and it’s trying to out-nice me.”

“Feeling a little jealous much?”

“Oh, don’t tease me.”

“Heh, fair enough.”

This light-hearted conversation took part between Cepheus White, the renowned genius of the Hearthome Synthetics Plant, and Hector, his zealous Spirit partner, as the Cherrim prototype was turned on and its programming tested further. Cepheus quite enjoyed experiencing the fruits of his labor, and he felt Hector was learning quite a lot by watching it. He’d never had his own synthetic before, and even though he knew it was still just a machine, the thought of companionship brought a smile to his face. He still had Hector all the same, but multiple Pokémon friends surely couldn’t hurt. Regardless, even when this Cherrim prototype was sent back after review, Hector would remain with him whereas the Cherrim would not. That tether was proof of that.

In the midst of this friendly banter, Cepheus’ telephone began to ring. Despite the technologically advanced age Cepheus lived in, he did not feel the need to carry a cell phone, so he walked over to the wall phone and answered the receiver.

“Cepheus speaking.”

“Oh, good, you’re home. I’d tried to call before, but I just got your answering machine.”

“Mr. Jenkins!” Cepheus exclaimed, recognizing the voice. “How are you?”

“I’m doing quite fine. Say, I have a favor to ask you. Can you hear me out?”

“Sure, what is it?” Cepheus responded as he noticed Hector trying to eavesdrop on the conversation. Cepheus rolled his eyes as he quickly tapped his palm with his ring finger.

“My brother’s family is currently out of town, so I’ve had to watch their son Jimmy for most of the day. The thing is, I just got an urgent call from the plant and they want me to come back right away. Can I get you to watch Jimmy for me?”

“Of course, sir. How long do you want me to watch him for?”

“Until I get back from the plant. I anticipate sometime around three-thirty, but I’ll try to wrap it up as quickly as I can, as I know you have your own work to do, and having my nephew around will preclude that.”

“Understood, sir.”

“Great! I’ll come over as soon as I can. Take care, Cepheus.”

“Take care, sir.”

As Cepheus hung up the phone and placed it back in its holder, he tapped his palm again to re-summon Hector, who reappeared with a rather frustrated look on his face.

“What was that for?” he asked in an annoyed tone.

“Listening in on private conversations is bad form.”

“Yeah, but even so I’m practically attached to you, so what affects you affects me as well.”

“You didn’t have to try and budge in on the conversation.”

“...I guess you’re right...Anyway, did what he say concern us much?”

“Yes, actually. He’s bringing his nephew over here and he wants me to watch him until about three-thirty.”

“Wait, first you get whisked away by a motorcyclist, and now you’re babysitting for your boss? Are your weekends always this weird?”

“This sort of thing never started happening to me before – not since you showed up.”

“If I didn’t know you better, I’d think you were blaming me for all this.”

“No, I’m quite grateful for it, actually.”

“So what’s the plan?”

“Well, he’ll be here soon, so in the meantime, I will store the Cherrim out of sight, and I keep you out of sight as well. Just in case you can somehow be seen, I want you to stay hidden in my hand until he leaves, okay?”

“Makes sense. All right; sounds good to me.”

Cepheus then took the Cherrim prototype and promptly turned it off. As its blue petals closed in upon itself once again, he stored it in the same hiding place he had previously, when Stefano had come to fetch him. It was not five minutes after Cepheus had hung up the phone than the doorbell rang. Expecting it to be his boss, he opened the door to find Mr. Jenkins along with a brown-haired boy with eyes to match, no more than eight years old, and wearing a green tee shirt and blue shorts.

“Mr. Jenkins!” Cepheus greeted his supervisor. “How are you?”

“I’m fine, Cepheus,” he answered. “I’m sure you’re wondering who this little boy is.”

“He’s your nephew, isn’t he?”

“That he is.” He then turned to his nephew. “Why don’t you introduce yourself?”

There was a slight pause, as if the boy was reluctant to answer or possibly shy. Then...

“Are you Mr. White?” he asked, his voice having a slight lisp.

“That’s correct,” Cepheus answered.

“I’m Jimmy. Jimmy Jenkins. Are you and my uncle friends?”

“Yes, actually...he’s my supervisor. We work together at the plant.”

“Wow! That is so cool!”

“I’d best be going,” Mr. Jenkins cut in. “I don’t want to keep the plant waiting too long. Jimmy, you have a good time with Cepheus, okay? I’ll be back for you.”

“Cephas?” Jimmy replied, mispronouncing his name.

“Cepheus, actually,” Cepheus responded, “but if you want to say Cephas, that’s fine.”

“Okay then!”

With that, Cepheus ushered Jimmy inside his house, and Mr. Jenkins headed off towards the plant for whatever errand they had called him in for. Cepheus wasn’t exactly one for socialization, so he was very grateful when Jimmy broke the ice by asking the first question.

“Is this your house?”

“Yeah, it is. It’s not the biggest house, but it’s definitely comfortable.”

“What do you do?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You and Uncle Leroy both work at the plant. What do you do?”

“Oh, right, the Synthetics Plant. I’m in what is called ‘Quality Control’, which basically means I need to inspect all of the synthetics that are made, and I make sure that there aren’t any defects in the models. If they have defects, they’re sent back to be repaired; if they’re fine, they are approved and then put on the market.”

“Do you make some of the synthetics?”

“I have made a few of them, but not all of them. Most of what I do is I draw blueprints for synthetics, and then give them to the technical department to construct, although there are a few synthetics I’ve personally planned and built myself.”

“Which ones are those?”

“Let’s see – Leafeon was the first one, and then after that I made Noctowl, Floatzel, and Torchic.” He stopped himself from saying ‘Cherrim’; although that was the fifth synthetic he made, it was still in the prototype and only one existed, which the public wasn’t supposed to know about – at this point in time, it was still a company secret.

“You made Leafeon?!” Jimmy exclaimed. “Are you serious?”

“Yes; why?”

“All my neighbors have one...it’s so popular. I don’t get it! Why is that silly thing so popular?”

“It’s because it is not only a cute pet, but it doubles as an air freshener, and many people like the thought of breathing clean air. Or so I’ve been told – I don’t actually own any synthetics myself.” Yes, because the Cherrim would most likely not remain his for long.

“I like Claydol. It’s so cool – what with all those eyes and how it spins around a lot. Do you know if there’s a Claydol synthetic?”

“Not that I’m aware of. Even so, I doubt it would be very popular.”

“I would buy it. It would at least make my sister be quiet.”

“Your sister?”

“Her name’s Emma. She’s got a Horsea synthetic and it’s basically her little pet. She basically rubs it in my face.”

“Older or younger?”

“Older. She’s 10 and I’m 8.”

“How’d you know about Claydol, anyway?”

“I once went on a field trip to some ruins, and...I learned about it there.”

“Very interesting. Were those the Mirage Ruins in Hoenn?”

“How’d you know?”

“It was an educated guess, and I’ve done a lot of reading, so I know a bit about the place. Anyway, are there any games you like playing?”

“Go Fish?”

“All right, let me go find a deck of cards.”

Even though Cepheus was a man who had lived alone for most of his life, it didn’t take very long for Cepheus to find a 52-card deck, shuffle the cards, and deal out hands for both himself and Jimmy. After all, decks of cards were practically universal ways to get to know other people better. The game had only just begun when Jimmy said something very unusual that Cepheus was totally caught off-guard by.

“Are you a Pacter?” he asked.

“A what?” Cepheus responded. Inwardly, he was immensely shocked by this, but he didn’t let his voice or his face show it.

“A Pacter. You know, right?”

“No...” he lied. “I don’t even know what that is.”

“Oh. I thought I saw your hand glowing. I guess not.”

Cepheus then continued to play the game of Go Fish as normal, but he now had an excessively heavy thought on his mind: How on earth did Jimmy know what a Pacter was? That phrase would only be used by someone who was a Pacter, or who knew a lot of information about them, and Jimmy didn’t look like either...that is, until Cepheus got a glimpse of his right hand and saw a brown insignia, consisting of several circles all tangent to one another, much like a fractal. This was even more worrying – this boy was a Pacter, and yet he didn’t recognize Cepheus as one. He ‘thought he saw his hand glowing’, but then admitted to being mistaken. Was this insignia bogus? Was Jimmy not paying attention to Cepheus’ palm? Or was there something else at work that couldn’t be fully explained?

He tried not to think about it as he continued playing the game. After the Go Fish had ended, Jimmy had asked Cepheus if he could play catch in the backyard. Cepheus consented, and though Cepheus’ backyard was small, much like his house, the two of them ate up the time very quickly until, before Cepheus or Jimmy realized it, it was already three-thirty, and Mr. Jenkins had only just arrived. They only found this out when the ring of the doorbell resonated throughout the yard.

“Aw man, time to go home already?” Jimmy whined.

“It might not be your uncle,” Cepheus responded. “Let’s see.”

Unfortunately for Jimmy, it was. Cepheus could clearly tell Jimmy was reluctant to leave, as he was having so much fun playing catch and enjoying the company.

“Ah, Cepheus!” Mr. Jenkins said as Cepheus opened the door to him. “I take it you handled Jimmy well?”

“Yes, sir, we had a great time.”

“Uncle Leroy, I don’t want to go!” Jimmy cried. “Let me stay a little longer!”

“Sorry, Jimmy, but Cepheus has work to do,” his uncle replied. “Don’t worry, if you want to, you can see Cepheus next weekend.”

“I’d be delighted,” Cepheus interjected.

“You really mean that, Cephas?” Jimmy asked.

“Indeed I do. You’d better go with your uncle, now...he’s right, I do have work to do.”

“Okay, see you later, Cephas!”

After Jimmy had left, and Cepheus was positive that both Jimmy and Leroy Jenkins were out of sight, he summoned Hector from his palm, as if to go over everything with him.

“I take it you heard most of what went on, right?” Cepheus began.

“I did...That Jimmy boy gives me the creeps.”

“He might be a Pacter, and yet he didn’t even see the insignia on my own hand...”

“‘Might be’ has nothing to do with it. His insignia was the real deal. That boy’s a Pacter, yet for some reason, he couldn’t see my insignia in your hand.”

“Do you have any idea why that is?”

“...I haven’t a clue.”

“Out of interest, do you have any idea what species of Spirit he might have? Or rather, can you tell that from insignia alone?”

“I can recognize some, and I can definitely tell you that boy’s Spirit is a Claydol.”

“Great, so he didn’t find out about it on a field trip – he’s got a Spirit.”

“Don’t jump to conclusions, Cepheus. There are still some Spirits that reside on the earth – most of them are sleeping below the ground or existing within other inanimate objects. It’s possible that the Claydol was residing at the Mirage Ruins to begin with, and approached him.”

“Whatever the case, we have an eight-year-old Pacter who can’t see my insignia, yet I can see his. And I’ve got a bunch of other questions as well, so...”

“You going to try and contact that Stefano guy?”

“No, I want to try and contact the dream guy.”

“That monster? For all we know, he could try to shoot lightning bolts at you again.”

“Regardless, I need answers, and I’ll take the chance of being shocked again. I just need to wait for him to show up.”

“How do you know he’ll show up?”

“Let’s just say I have a strong feeling. Anyway, it’s only three-thirty, so I’m going to spend the rest of the day testing the prototype. Hopefully I can finish all my testing by tonight, although if I don’t, there is always tomorrow.”

“Sounds like a plan. I’m with you, Cepheus.”

“And I only ask that you go along with me, Hector.”

“Ahem, the tether. It’s not like I have a choice.”

“Right, of course.”

The rest of Cepheus’ Saturday was primarily uneventful. Aside from the further testing of the Cherrim, which brought continued delight to Cepheus and continued disapproval from Hector (although Hector was gradually growing less and less adverse to the thought of the synthetic), the remainder of the day transpired without any hitches or outside interruptions. Cepheus felt rather pleased that there was a great calm that he could enjoy, despite all the hectic events of the past couple days. He felt confident that he’d be able to wrap up everything by Sunday, as far as the Cherrim was concerned, and even be able to take his weekly trip to Canalave Library to further expand his knowledge, so that he might be able to better contribute to synthetic making, so he reasoned. His weekend was all planned out.

However, those neat and tidy plans were soon to be interrupted and shattered by an all-too-familiar and hidden face...



You can learn about someone over a game of cards. Especially if his palm starts glowing.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to survey the next chapter for any continuity errors.

Next time on Nightmare: Wait, more backstory?

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This light-hearted conversation took part between Cepheus White, the renowned genius of the Hearthome Synthetics Plant, and Hector, his zealous Spirit partner, as the Cherrim prototype was turned on and its programming tested further.
What a run-on.

He’d never had his own synthetic before, and even though he knew it was still just a machine, the thought of companionship did bring a smile to his face.
Awkward tense change. I think it should remain past tense.

In the midst of this friendly banter of a conversation, Cepheus’ telephone began to ring.
Redundant phrase.

“Wait, first you get whisked away by a motorcyclist, and now you’re babysitting for your boss? Are your weekends always this weird?”
Only on Tuesdays. |3

“So what’s the plan?”

“Well, he’ll be here soon, so in the meantime, I will store the Cherrim out of sight, and I keep you out of sight as well. Just in case you can somehow be seen, I want you to stay hidden in my hand until he leaves, okay?”

“Makes sense. All right, sounds like a plan.”
Probably personal preference, but Hector's dialogue just sounds a bit weird with mentioning "the plan" twice.

Cepheus then took the Cherrim prototype and turned it off once again, and as its blue petals closed in upon itself once again, he stored it in the same hiding place he had before, when Stefano had come to fetch him.
As grammartically correct as this is, the clauses don't relate to each other strong enough to validate them to be conjuncted to me.

Expecting it to be his boss, he opened the door to find Mr. Jenkins along with a brown-haired boy with eyes to match, and wearing a green tee shirt and blue shorts. The boy looked about eight years old.
Surely you can fuse these two sentences together if you managed to make such a bizarre compound sentence in the earlier paragraph.

“All my neighbors have one...it’s so popular. I don’t get it! Why is that silly thing so popular?”
This kid is going to die, right? Right?


Basic chapter as usual. Can't really comment much as you're just introducing a new character. I await for more of this backstory. |D

Happy Writing,

~Zyflair
 
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As grammartically correct as this is, the clauses don't relate to each other strong enough to validate them to be conjuncted to me.
Ah, I can see what you mean. Looking at it myself, I'm dissatisfied that I used the phrase 'once again' twice. How's this sound?
Cepheus then took the Cherrim prototype and promptly turned it off. As its blue petals closed in upon itself once again, he stored it in the same hiding place he had previously, when Stefano had come to fetch him.
This kid is going to die, right? Right?
You know I can't tell you that ;p
 
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Cepheus then took the Cherrim prototype and promptly turned it off, its blue petals closing in upon itself once again. When he stored it in the same hiding place he had previously, Stefano had arrived to fetch him.
 
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Stefano fetched him 2 chapters ago. In both instances (that one and this one), he hid the Cherrim in the same location.
 
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The start of a new month brings with it the start of a new chapter, and also some great news I have to share.

Most of you probably aren't aware of this (which is mostly because I've only told a select few), but this fic Nightmare actually has a sequel. Its title is Cycle and I've actually just finished it, at about 11.30pm on January 31st (Pacific Time, of course). Over the next few days I'm going to comb over it, proofreading it, and checking for continuity, to make sure the fic is excellent.

Of course, I'm not going to post it anywhere until Nightmare is all done, but I have saved several backups.

Now let's see, what are we looking at...Chapter 10? Ah, here we go.

As you're aware, I left the last chapter off with the implication that Cepheus was going to end up meeting the dream man and find something unexpected. However, contrary to what you might believe, he's not going to get attacked. However, he IS going to get trolled.

What am I talking about? Just read it.

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10 – Guilt

[Sunday, July 18, 3.28 AM]

Cepheus began to dream, as he usually did when he fell asleep, and once again he found himself on the all-too-familiar stone floor that had vexed his mind for the previous two nights. However, on this third night, he found this stone floor to be a welcome guest. This time, the mystery man was no longer an unexpected guest, but a much-awaited companion...or as close to a companion as Cepheus could hope to expect from that man. Hector was with him in the dream, but he was resting, nestled deep within the insignia, so Cepheus did not think of summoning Hector, unless the cloaked man were to threaten Cepheus. He calmly got up, looked around, and upon seeing nothing, called out into the darkness.

“I’m here,” he began. “I need to talk to you. I’ve got some questions.”

No sooner had that last word escaped his lips that Cepheus heard the same echo he had heard the past two nights – the sound of the giant concealed man approaching. The pace was the same, the sound was the same – even the time to reach Cepheus was the same. He stopped his march when he reached within a twenty-foot radius of Cepheus’ position, and then crossed his arms over his chest, as if to say that not only was he willing to hear Cepheus out, but he also had no intention of electrocuting him.

“I’m listening,” he responded, in his usual booming voice.

“What? None of your usual hostility?”

“I have no need to be. I know you have many questions to ask, and you called me to get answers for them. I repeat...I’m listening.”

“Jimmy Jenkins...Is he a Pacter?”

“Yes.”

There was a three-second pause before Cepheus decided to speak again.

“That’s it? Just ‘yes’? I thought you’d tell me a bit more than that...”

“You didn’t ask me anything else.”

“All right, my next question...Is he safe to be around, and why or why not?”

“That’s what you really wanted to know. See, the answer to that question is ‘no’, he isn’t. Since he is eight years old, he’s more open than usual about Spirits, and therefore he compromises both his own situation and those of any Pacter around him.”

“If that’s the case, why hasn’t he been arrested yet?”

“The government is using him. That Claydol Spirit of his has allied itself with the anti-Pacter sentiment that lies within the world’s governing body. Presumably, that Spirit receives orders from another Pacter or Spirit, and then it passes that on to Jimmy. Jimmy is dangerous, Cepheus – he will do anything and everything his Spirit tells him to, because he trusts his Spirit partner completely.”

“And that trust would be a good thing, except for the fact that his Spirit is not our ally.”

“Exactly. I recommend you try and keep your distance from that boy. I know you two are good friends, but if there comes a time where he attacks you, that friendship may be broken.”

“All right. My next question is, if Jimmy is a Pacter, why didn’t he see my insignia?”

“Good question. Why don’t you ask Hector that?”

“Why would he know that?”

No answer from the mystery man. However, an accusation like that couldn’t be taken lightly, so Cepheus summoned his partner from the insignia. Hector then looked around to survey his surroundings, and upon seeing the mystery man, he began to shout in anger.

“You!!” he yelled. “You electrocuted Cepheus and I! Why are you showing yourself here again?”

“Cepheus had questions,” the man answered, “and I came here to answer them. Besides, I recall you saying that you would go along with Cepheus’ plan to ask of me, correct?”

Hector was effectively silenced by that last remark, and Cepheus was as well, to an extent. That man was watching them from the real world, too – he knew about Cepheus’ plan to contact him, hence why Cepheus was so sure that he’d be visited in a dream again. Cepheus shrugged it off, seeing as he had anticipated this, and turned to Hector to ask him the question he’d been summoned for.

“Hector, why couldn’t Jimmy see our insignia?” he asked.

“How should I know?” Hector answered. “I’m just as confused as you.”

“Yet when I asked the cloak that question, he told me to ask you instead.”

“Why would he do that?”

“If I may,” the cloaked man interjected, “it seems like you know more than you are letting on, young knight.”

Hector then suddenly winced, as if recoiling from a bullet to the shoulder. Cepheus looked at his partner and could only draw the conclusion that Hector did indeed know more than he was letting on. The two of them were partners – why would Hector hide something like that?

“Hector,” Cepheus continued calmly, “what do you know?”

“All right,” Hector answered, sighing as if defeated. “It’s my own fault for not telling you earlier anyway. Cepheus, I am what is called a Spirit Knight.”

“Is that why he keeps calling you ‘young knight’?”

“Yes. Before meeting you I’d only just begun my service as a Knight, and I was very enthusiastic that I’d be able to use my abilities to help you.”

“What is a Spirit Knight, exactly?”

“I...I...”

“Come on, Hector, tell me!”

“I can’t! I swore an oath of secrecy...”

“You’d keep that kind of secret even from your own partner?”

“I’m sorry, Cepheus...”

The cloaked man then interjected once again, amplifying his voice so as to disrupt the pointless exchange that man and Spirit were having.

“This is getting nowhere,” he stated. “I will tell Cepheus what a Spirit Knight is. Then, young knight, I have words for you as well later.”

Hector winced again, feeling as if the mystery man would give him some kind of punishment. The mystery man then began his discourse.

“Spirit Knights are an elite rank of Spirits that are in allegiance to the Spirit King and Spirit Queen, the two highest-ranking Spirits in existence. They have profound natural abilities, and they use them in their service to defend their two rulers. Spirit Knights, when partnered with a human, have the ability to hide their insignia from other non-Spirit Knights – and in some cases, even their rider form from other Pacters – so that in the real world they can more easily avoid detection. Their powers are also substantially greater than other Spirits, and so this carries over to any human they form a pact with as well.

“Only a select few Spirits are chosen to be Spirit Knights – to be accepted into the order is a great honor. When a Spirit is accepted, he first becomes a squire, and goes through two years of intensive training before the title of Knight can be bestowed upon him. However, their training and their techniques are a secret, so I cannot divulge to you this information. Suffice it to say that Hector, being a Knight, lends his powers to you in more ways than just one.”

“I see...” Cepheus said. “Although, that doesn’t explain why Hector didn’t tell me at least this much...it’s nothing to get worked up over...”

“I thought the vow of secrecy carried over for everything,” Hector chimed in. “I wanted to tell you, I really did, but I didn’t think I was allowed.”

“A word of wisdom, young knight,” the mystery man said. “When you form a pact of friendship with a human, Spirit Knights are indeed permitted to share some of the secrets of their order. However, since I’ve told Cepheus most everything he needs to know already, there isn’t much else new you can tell him. Just know that your worries were misplaced.”

Hector winced yet again, this time feeling utterly dejected, not only for misinterpreting his being sworn to secrecy, but also having to hide information from his closest friend. He had a look of great sadness on his face, almost as if to say ‘Will Cepheus ever forgive me?’. His fears were alleviated greatly when Cepheus looked at Hector in the eye and reassuringly told him ‘Hector, it’s fine’. Upon hearing that, Hector breathed a sigh of relief. The mystery man then spoke up again, continuing in his same line of thought.

“There are quite a few Spirit Knights in the human world,” he continued, “more so than you realize – and all of them are on the side of justice. For example, you have met Stefano, yes? His partner is one of the many Spirit Knights. There are also a few more stationed throughout the world, some of whom may be very familiar to you.”

“Will I be meeting any more of these Knights?” Cepheus inquired.

“In due time, my friend.”

(Did...did he just call me his friend?) Cepheus thought, his mind greatly boggled.

“For now,” the man continued, “I believe you should get some rest. Sunday is fast approaching, and I have quite a lot in store for you today, so when it comes time for you to awake, I recommend you take a deep breath and sort out your thoughts before facing the day.”

The man then snapped his fingers, and the entire dream faded away into blackness, leaving Cepheus and Hector once again fast asleep. They both felt quite relieved in their respective situations – Cepheus because he found out that his hidden insignia was not a fluke and that his partner was a great aid to him, and Hector because Cepheus had forgiven him for not disclosing information regarding the Spirit Knights. Cepheus was still a bit worried about Jimmy and what he might do, but he tried not to think about it too much – he was confident that, even if it did come the time that they’d have to fight, Hector would see them both through. He took long deep restful breaths for the remainder of his time asleep, confident that he would be able to face the next day.

Yet, the mystery man had told Cepheus and Hector to prepare themselves for the coming day for a reason – what awaited them would surprise them beyond belief.

Only 1861 words? Wow, I must be slipping.

Next time on Nightmare: Me Tarzan, You Jane.

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I'ts an interesting story, and I loved how you made the reader think at the end! SUPER excited for sequel!!! When I read the part about Jimmy's partner being Claydol, I immediatly remembered something I read in your Bio. Did you perphaps base a little bit of that character on youself? :) I really like when authors do that, it lets you learn a little more about the person.

COOL STORY BRO.(Literally XD)
 
RE: Nightmare [PG] - Chapter 10 up!

Ahahaha, how'd you know about the sequel? (Or did I tell you and I don't remember?)
Yeah, the sequel's finished completely, but we still have a lot of ground to cover on this current fic, and I want to keep you all anxiously waiting.

As for Jimmy being based off myself, the answer is no. However, I did want to give a shout-out to one of my favorite Pokemon, and so I gave Jimmy the Claydol Spirit. (I actually have a lot of various shout-outs of one form or another, but it takes a keen eye and a good understanding of my person to find them all.) The character actually based off myself is the dream man, but pieces of my personality exist in Cepheus as well.

Glad to see your feedback! It's good to know I have more than one follower now. :D
 
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DNA said:
Ahahaha, how'd you know about the sequel? (Or did I tell you and I don't remember?)

You told everyone right before Chapter 10. :p

Can't wait for it! :D
 
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I'm supposed to fail at least once per day to keep my ego in check.
I've now reached my quota today.
 
RE: Nightmare [PG] - Chapter 11 up!

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Ta-da! It's the end of Singles Awareness Day! And what better way to celebrate than with the posting of a brand-spanking new chapter of Nightmare!

...Yeah, I know, I know. My sales pitch needs work. Suggestions, anyone? Anyone?
Nothing? Ah, whatever. Let me know if you have any ideas later.

Now, what was I doing? Ah, yes, that's right. New Nightmare chapter.

As far as when things actually start to make sense (well, at least they look like they're making sense), this is about where it begins. The pieces begin to fit together, and you can more easily make sense of the plot thus far, as well as where it's going to be headed next. A bit anti-climactic, I know, seeing as I reveal so much information...but I've found I like working in that style.

Enough pontificating. Pull up a chair and enjoy!

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Page Count: 7.3; Word Count: 4313
(yep, it's a doozy)

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11 – Knight

[Sunday, July 18, 7.56 AM]

Cepheus slowly opened his eyes on Sunday morning, hoping to start the day off with a refreshed mind and a focused plan for the day ahead. Unfortunately, his ideas were dashed to pieces when he took note of the scenery around him.

He was not in his own house.

Upon looking around him, he found himself in a round wooden shack, about twelve feet in diameter with bamboo walls ten feet tall, and having a green conical roof set above that. There were a few square windows to let in light, and looking outside them, Cepheus could see nothing but trees around him. The door that led outside was closed, and the only furnishings in the room were a small nightstand and a bed, which he had presumably slept in. Cepheus surmised that he was in some sort of tree house, but where in the world this tree house was, he had no idea. His thoughts were interrupted with a loud series of knocks on the door.

“Yoo-hoo!” a girl’s voice called out. “You awake yet, sleepyhead?”

Cepheus didn’t respond right away, but slowly stood up and parted his feet, adopting a battle stance, preparing for the worst.

“Who are you and where am I?” he demanded.

“Oh, good, you are awake!” the voice returned, seemingly ignoring the question. The door opened to let in more light, and Cepheus saw the owner of the voice – a girl with long black hair and dark blue eyes, with similarly-colored tee shirt and shorts to match. Her shoes looked like they had small spikes in them, and she also had two black wristbands with a couple spikes as well. Cepheus judged that she couldn’t be much older than fifteen.

“You’re the one that Pierre brought here, right?” she asked him, her voice as loud and upbeat as it was previously.

“Who’s Pierre?” Cepheus responded. “And you still didn’t answer me...”

“Oh, don’t worry! You’ll have all your questions answered later. Stay right here, okay? I need to tell him you’re awake.”

“Wait, hold up, you’ve – ”

Cepheus didn’t have the opportunity to finish his sentence as the girl ran off. He saw her running the opposite direction on a wooden walkway that wrapped around the trees. He decided to take the opportunity to survey what kind of place he was in. He stepped outside the wooden house he was in, and beheld his surroundings. The place appeared to be a small village built in the canopy of a rainforest. There were several round shacks much like his, no more than five, plus an exceptionally large one set in the middle of the area. All the shacks were connected by a series of walkways, skirting the trees, and connected to one another by bridges and ropes. Off in the distance, Cepheus could see two other people talking – one male, one female – but neither of them looked like the girl he’d just talked with.

The next thing to catch Cepheus’ eye was the original girl coming out of the large shack in the center. She opened the door, closed it quickly behind her, and then started bounding towards where Cepheus was standing. As she got nearer, she skidded to a halt as she had been running quite rapidly to convey her message.

“He wants you to talk to him,” she answered. “See that big house? Go in there, and don’t forget to close the door behind you.”

“You still haven’t told me your name.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it! He’ll tell you. Now go on! He doesn’t like being kept waiting.”

(This just gets stranger by the minute,) Cepheus pondered, (but I suppose I have no choice but to obey.)

Cepheus then walked slowly but purposefully to this large shack situated in the center of this small village. A slew of new questions had entered his mind that he, as usual, desperately needed answers to. What and where was this strange place? Why had he been brought here? And who was this strange person he was going to meet? He doubted he’d ever get answers to these questions, or if he would even leave this place. The thought was incredibly unsettling, and he tried not to let his face betray his heart as he worked his way to this inevitable meeting.

As Cepheus reached the shack, he opened it, and as per instruction, quickly closed the door behind him as he entered. This shack was identical in basic structure to the ones around it, but it was at least twice as large in both diameter and height as the others around it, and it had only one window, whose light did not carry very far. In the gloom, Cepheus saw a table made of oak about ten feet in front of him, and a single visible chair facing the table, presumably to sit in. There may have been other chairs around the table as well, but since he could barely see a thing in the room, he didn’t know one way or the other. In his confusion, Cepheus didn’t even think to use his insignia to light up the darkness – but then again, these people might not have been Pacters, so he didn’t want to betray himself to them. He silently took a seat in the chair he saw, and waited patiently.

Suddenly, part of the roof above him gave way to let more light into the room. Presumably, there were windows built into the roof that could be opened and closed to give light to the shack. As the shine flooded the gloom, Cepheus became more surprised than he had ever been. Inside the room was a single person – at least six-foot-eight, muscular, and wearing a tattered brown cloak that covered his face and torso. He was wearing black gloves and boots, and his trousers, protruding from below the cloak, were likewise black. He suddenly spoke.

“I’ve been waiting,” he spoke, in an all-too-familiar deep voice.

“You!” Cepheus exclaimed, leaping out of his chair. “You’re real?!”

“Of course I’m real, Cepheus,” the man replied, taking a chair at the opposite end of the table, that had become visible due to the light from above. “I’ve been visiting your dreams for three nights straight now. Why would I not be real?”

“It’s just...I never expected to meet you in real life at all.”

“Well, it was only a matter of time. Now, I assume you have a lot of questions on your mind, but I do not want you asking them at this time.”

“Why?”

“Because I will explain why you are here, and as I do so, all your questions should be answered. For now I ask you remain silent and let me speak.”

“I suppose I don’t have much of a choice. Very well, say on.”

“You are in Fortree Forest in the region of Hoenn. The forest is mostly uninhabitable, but we manage to stay hidden here, living in seclusion, away from the Vernexum’s watchful eye. We are a small group of Pacters that live here, and most of what we do is gather intel regarding the Vernexum. We fear that battle may be upon us in the near future, and that it may be unavoidable; therefore we want to gather as much information about our enemy as we can. You are here to be briefed on the situation, as well as who is residing here, and what will be in store for you. Has what I said so far answered any of your questions?”

“Partly, yes, but that still doesn’t explain a whole lot – in fact, you have given me more questions. First of all, I was told that the name of the government was the Vernex, not the Vernexum. Why do you call it that?”

“That is an interesting story, and one that is worth hearing, Cepheus. You are partly correct – at one point, it was called the Vernex. I am sure you’re well aware by now that Pokémon were forced off the earth by the humans. This was due mostly in part to a group of six men: their last names were Volus, Extrio, Reuben, Nicolas, Endore, and Xavier – and as you have probably just noticed, the first letters of their names spell ‘Vernex’. Although these six men are now dead, their grandsons now rule in their place; however, these men aren’t quite like their grandfathers were. Some of them are still against the idea of Pokémon entirely; others are more moderate, saying that Pokémon pose no threat if they are not hostile, and then there are still others that don’t care either way.”

“So why is it called ‘Vernexum’ now? Did they add two more members to their ranks?”

“Yes – you catch on quick. About ten years ago, the six men had voted to do something totally unheard of – to elect two more men as ‘generals’, which is what they call themselves. Their names are Ura and Machina, and these eight men as a whole effectively control the world. But...”

“But?”

“It’s the two newcomers, Ura and Machina, that hold the most sway. Ura is an incredibly headstrong and somewhat violent man. He is opposed to the thought of Pokémon at all costs, and he’s even adverse to the idea of synthetics. He wants all memory of Pokémon to be erased, and will do anything he can to eliminate Spirits and Pacters if he can find them out. Machina, however, is his total antithesis – incredibly calm and collected, and he decries wanton violence. His influence spreads over to the other members as well as Ura’s, and were it not for him, Ura and his agenda would go unchallenged.”

“So, what is your goal?”

“Ura needs to be removed, taken out of the picture entirely, if we and the rest of the world want any hope of surviving. What I’d like is to get one of the generals on our side, but telling one about Pacters might jeopardize our position. I want this conflict to end, Cepheus, and with an end that will please everyone – but I don’t want to have to sacrifice lives to do it.”

“I understand. Yet, I must ask you a poignant question, that has been eating at me for several days now, even before I became a Pacter. If I do not ask you now, I fear I may never know the truth.”

“Ask away.”

“Who...are you?”

“Who am I? Is that what you want to know?”

“I do.”

“Cepheus, are you familiar at all with the Watchers?”

“I found out about them once while researching mythology. They’re supposedly a group of creatures that reside above the human plane, and they watch and survey everything that is going on throughout the world. Their role, so I read, is not really to intervene, but just to keep the world existing and continuing. I heard there were eight, but I’m not sure.”

“That description is quite correct, and yes, there are exactly eight. Cepheus, I am one of those Watchers.”

“Do you jest?”

“I do not. I am not known for joking around.”

“If that’s the case, then why are you here?”

“The aspect of reality I preside over is not quite as taxing as you would believe, and therefore I find opportunity to spend time in the human world and watch over people from here. I also watch over the Pacters, and want to protect them by any means necessary. It is for this reason that I head up the effort to return Pokémon to this world.”

“That is your goal? To return things to the way they were before?”

“I believe it’s possible. I know a full recovery for this world may never be possible, but I know that many of the Pokémon want to return back to earth, without fear of oppression. It is for this reason...that I fight.”

“Watcher, do you have a name?”

“I do. And, since I trust you, Cepheus, and have great plans for you, I feel like you deserve to know. However, you must not tell anyone else – only a select few know my name.”

“Then...what is your name?”

“It is Deus.”

“Deus...A name remarkably similar to my own...”

“I know. As you know, my name means ‘god’, and yours means ‘king’. But I’m no god. It was just a name I adopted when I accepted the burden of a Watcher. I don’t have much memory of who I was before I was a Watcher.”

“You mean...you got accepted into that position? Can such a thing happen?”

“Yes, but it is not important to our goal, and it is a story for another time. For now, I wish to introduce you to the other Pacters that stay at the base, and then I want you to return here, where I can give you your next assignment.”

Deus then got out of his chair and walked over to the entrance of the shack, opening the door, and letting Cepheus out before he closed it again. Much to Cepheus’ surprise, the girl that had been waiting for Cepheus before was now waiting outside the large shack as well. Deus spoke to her, giving her a command. How long had she been standing there?

“Can you gather the others here, please?” he asked. “I want to introduce this man.”

“Sure thing!” she replied energetically, before running off at breakneck speed, just as she had before when relaying the previous message to Cepheus. When she was out of range of hearing, Cepheus shot Deus a question.

“Is she always like that?”

“Yes. Why, is there a problem?”

“Not really, no...”

Within twenty seconds, the girl had returned, with two others in tow. Cepheus recognized them as the man and woman he’d seen talking earlier. The man was a bit younger than Cepheus, stern-faced with black eyes and a stare that seemed to pierce the soul. He seemed to be dressed mostly in purple, and had an air of distrust about him. The woman looked somewhat similar to the first girl, with brown eyes and black hair with dark blue highlights. Her clothes were blue and white instead of the first girl’s blue and black, and she appeared to look a lot more focused. Other than that, she looked very similar to the first girl. When they had all gathered together, Deus began to make the introductions.

“I believe it is time I introduced this man,” he began. “This is Cepheus. He’s a very intelligent level-headed man, and I believe his wisdom will contribute greatly to our cause. He’s twenty-four years old and has a good head on his shoulders. Cepheus, please raise your right hand above your head.”

Cepheus did as told, not knowing what the bizarre motivation behind this act could be. In response, the three others – the man and the two girls – raised up their right hands as well. Cepheus then understood the purpose of the act – it was to show insignia. He saw a purple insignia in the man’s palm, and blue insignia in the palms of the two girls – somewhat similar, but by no means identical; the energetic girl had a slightly lighter blue in hers than did the other.

“Now, Cepheus, I will introduce the others to you,” Deus continued. “You may all lower your hands.” They did so, and he kept talking. “The first girl, Cepheus – the one who woke you up – her name’s Victoria. Her partner is a Lucario, and she is very energetic and upbeat virtually all the time. Her enthusiasm knows no bounds. She’s fifteen, but is phenomenal at gathering intel.”

“Nice to meet you, Cepheus!” Victoria said, bounding up to him and giving Cepheus a nice, firm handshake. “Sorry about being secretive earlier, and all. It’s part of the job, y’know?”

“I understand,” Cepheus said, nodding.

“The man there...He is Pierre. His partner is a Gliscor, and therefore his forte is stealth. He can enter places without being seen or detected, and he has a few other abilities at his disposal. That’s also because why he acts so distant all the time. He’s the one I sent to fetch you. He is twenty-two.”

Pierre took a step forward, but then halted, as if reluctant to shake Cepheus’ hand.

“Something wrong, Pierre?” Deus asked.

“I still don’t totally trust this guy...” Pierre responded, his voice sullen. “I don’t know what you see in him.”

“Even so, it is common courtesy to shake hands...”

“No, that’s fine,” Cepheus interjected. “If you don’t want to, Pierre, I won’t force you.”

“.....Hmm,” Pierre grunted, and took one step backward again.

“And the other girl...Her name’s Abigail. Her partner is an Absol, and she is the one in charge of telecommunications here. She keeps us in touch with other Pacters around the world. She’s nineteen but she is a technological mastermind.”

(Not unlike an old friend of mine...) Cepheus thought, his memories returning to his childhood friend Lyon.

“Cepheus, hm?” Abigail said, approaching him and shaking his hand. “That’s a nice name. I’ll remember that.”

“I find your name to be similarly pleasing,” Cepheus responded, trying his best to act like a gentleman, even though he had just met this girl.

“And now that introductions have been exchanged,” Deus spoke up, “you all know what to do. Victoria, you’ve done very well in your mission. I applaud you. Pierre, I want you to relay your message to Esmeralda, and then go about the recon I briefed you about. As for Abigail, you are with Cepheus and I. Follow me back into the shack.”

“Understood,” the three Pacters responded simultaneously, and they all split up to go about their respective duties. Victoria ran off again into a shack – presumably her own place of residence. Pierre took a few steps and leapt off the platform, engaging his rider form and vanishing into the forest, presumably using the powers of his own Spirit to do so. Abigail then joined Cepheus and Deus, and the three went back into the large hut that Cepheus had talked to Deus before in. Cepheus and Deus took their previous seats again, and Abigail took a third chair that was facing perpendicular to the two.

“Now that you’re both here,” Deus began, “I want to brief you two of what I want you to do next. This concerns you both, so listen up. First, Cepheus – your codename.”

“My what?”

“Actually, I’m joking. We don’t have codenames. They’re pretty silly and there’s no real point to them. Rather I will tell you how to keep in touch with us.”

“And how will I do that?”

“That’s what I’m getting to next. Cepheus, as it stands right now, what we do to keep in touch is I have one Pacter in each region to note everything that goes on within the region in regards to the news as well as other Pacters. To that end, you will be given a special cell phone to communicate with the others – it’s special in the fact that any call made by it is totally untraceable. For security purposes, we only give this special cell phone to Spirit Knights. Ideally I want four, but right now we only have three.”

“Four? One each for Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, and Sinnoh?”

“Yes, that’s correct. My plan is to have you one of those Knights who keeps in touch.”

“So, I would be the one in Sinnoh?”

“Actually, no. We already have one in Sinnoh – he is actually the one who designed the cell phone, and I believe you two have met before.”

“So wait...Stefano invented the cell phone?”

“No, silly!” Abigail cut in. “Stefano lives in Kanto, not Sinnoh.”

“So Stefano’s a Spirit Knight too?” Cepheus asked.

“Yes,” Deus replied, “and please, permit me to explain everything before asking your next question. Right now, the one region that is missing a cell phone so to speak is Johto, and so, ideally, we would want you to move to Johto, possibly to Olivine City. There’s a synthetics plant there, so if you got transferred there, that situation would be ideal. However, the world headquarters for Vernexum is also in Olivine City, so with that would come a certain threat. If need be, it’s possible to arrange a transfer, but at the same time, I don’t want you jumping into this.”

“It sounds like a nice idea,” Cepheus responded, “but I’ve grown up in Sinnoh. I don’t know if I’d want to leave any time soon...would you permit me to think about it before deciding?”

“Of course. Now, I should tell you the names of all the Spirit Knights that use the cell phone in the various regions. As Abigal just told you, Kanto is represented by Stefano. Johto as I mentioned doesn’t have anyone; Esmeralda lives in Johto but she didn’t want to be involved with it, unfortunately. In Hoenn, we have Abigail here, and in Sinnoh, we have Lyon.”

“Hold up a moment...Did you just say Lyon? As in Lyon Waters?”

“That’s him. You know each other, do you not?”

“He has been my best friend for years, and I know he’s a genius. You mean to tell me that he is the one who invented this special cell phone you use to keep in touch?”

“Indeed he is.”

“That’s...astounding. It’s a great relief for me to hear that Lyon is on our side.”

“I can very well imagine. And now for the other half of the mission. I want the two of you to listen very carefully – anything I say cannot leave this room, do you understand?”

“I understand,” Cepheus answered.

“Yes, sir,” Abigail replied.

“Then,” Deus continued, “I will now tell you what I believe to be the secret behind this war. It concerns General Ura. I believe that he is being controlled or otherwise influenced by a very powerful Spirit, by the name of Blackheart.”

“Blackheart?” Cepheus questioned. “I take it that this Spirit is...evil?”

“Yes, and also very powerful. Few Spirits that are malicious in intent exist, and this Blackheart is one of them. He’s also a great threat – he has the ability to enter and invade dreams, at times even infringing on my own power.”
“Your own power?”

“Yes...I apologize, I have been remiss in not telling you before – I am the Watcher who oversees the world of dreams. And this Blackheart...he can enter dreams. I think Ura’s being used by Blackheart, or at least taking orders from him.”

“Is that why you said before you want Ura out of the picture?”

“Yes...you find Ura, and you find Blackheart. Once Blackheart is exposed I can finish him myself.”

“So why tell us all this?”

“Because I want to tell you the final end to this war. I firmly believe that once Blackheart, and by extension Ura, are gone, the threat to Pacter-kind will be gone as well. I don’t know how far off that day is, but I would rather it be sooner than later.”

“I...I see...”

“I have another mission I want taken care of as well, and it concerns mostly you, Cepheus.”

“Why me?”

“I believe you’re in a prime position to get it done. First, though, I want to introduce you to someone.”

Deus then snapped his fingers, and immediately a Spirit appeared next to him, hovering nearby. Cepheus surveyed the Spirit’s appearance, and found it to be rather similar to a large seahorse. It was blue, and its body was rather elegant-looking as well. Its mouth was thin and tapered, as if it was made for shooting projectiles instead of speaking. Cepheus recognized this Spirit as being of the species Kingdra.

“Cepheus...this is Louise,” Deus said, motioning to the Kingdra.

“How do you do,” Louise spoke, bowing slightly. Cepheus noticed that her mouth didn’t move when she spoke, leading him to believe she spoke with her mind, and her words became clearly audible. Perhaps other Spirits could do this as well?

“Louise has been looking for a human to make a bond with for quite some time,” Deus explained. “The thing is, she can’t quite find a person who is quite right for her. She has told me she wants her human to be female, and someone she can instruct as well as console. She wants to be a confidant for her human.”

“I want to be of assistance,” Louise stated, “but I can’t find someone to assist.”

“I think I have an idea...” Cepheus said.

“You do?” Louise asked.

“Yes...but I don’t know for sure if I’m right. I want to confirm my suspicions first.”

“In that case, Cepheus...may I come with you?”

“Come with me? Won’t you be in danger?”

“I am a Spirit Knight, Cepheus, much like your own partner. I can stay safely out of sight. Fear not; you will not be compromised.”

“Very well, I accept your offer. I will see if I can find a human you can partner with.”

“Thank you.”

“If everything is settled,” Deus interjected, “I believe this meeting has reached its conclusion, has it not? All the relevant issues have been resolved, and I believe we can go on.”

“If I may ask,” Cepheus questioned, “why did you invite Abigail in here?”

“I wanted her to be apprised of the situation. I also trust her, and know she will keep secret what she has heard. Also, Cepheus...”

“Yes?”

“I shall also speak privately with you tonight. I have one more piece of information I wish to share with you.”

“I understand. By the way...how will I get home from here?”

“I can take care of that.”

Without a moment’s pause, Deus then lunged forward and thrust his fist squarely into Cepheus’ stomach. Cepheus winced slightly, yet didn’t feel as much pain as he was expecting from that fierce blow. However, after being hit, he fell unconscious within half a second, and his mind drifted off into blackness.

Lots of fun stuff going on, and I invite you to ask questions about it all, really. I don't like explaining things right here in this post. And the reason I didn't break this chapter up is because I couldn't find any good point to put a break! But don't worry - it keeps getting better, and not every chapter will be this long.

Ah, by the way, before I forget, the character named 'Abigail' is the first character in the story based off a real person who isn't me. Anyone care to guess? Nah, you'll never figure it out.

Next time on Nightmare: Oh, this is gonna be gooooooooooood.

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Hmm, I thought I would have gotten a bit more attention than this. I have let Nightmare sit here for a while, actually. So maybe I can whet your appetites with a few bits of interesting news.
First of all, I plan to make the Nightmare books (meaning Nightmare plus any sequels and prequels attached to them) into a series. The first sequel, Cycle, has already been written and finished, and as for the second sequel (with a working title of Apprentice), it's currently in the thought stages. I also have a prequel (titled Legacy) which will be a revamp of an unfinished fic that I wrote sometime about five years ago.

And the real reason I said all that is because I wanted to say something filler-related. On to real matters!

I suppose Chapter 12 is when the plot actually starts to kick off, and you have a bit of an idea on where the plot is going to head from here. It's pretty lengthy, much like chapter 11, but it also has a lot more to say. A pair of new characters is introduced, and you'll see how they factor into the story later. Or perhaps even right now, if you pick up on the hints.

Stats for this chapter (12):
Page Count: 7.7; Word Count: 4162 (another doozy)

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12 – Terror

[Sunday, July 18, 2.14 PM]

Cepheus didn’t know how long he was out for, but when he finally opened his eyes, he was back in his own home in Hearthome City, lying in his bed. He checked the clock on his bedside table, and noticed it read 2.14 PM. Presumably, Deus had knocked him out to keep him from knowing the route that he took, keeping the location of the Fortree base a secret. He wondered how Deus would arrange Cepheus to move to Johto, but he assumed that Deus had at least something in mind.

“Oh, good, you’re finally awake,” a voice spoke. Cepheus wondered who was talking to him, but his question was answered when a Kingdra Spirit suddenly appeared nearby to him. It was Louise, the Spirit he had met earlier in Fortree.

“Were you knocked out too?” Cepheus asked.

“In a sense...That man didn’t want me to know the exact location of the base, and so he blindfolded me.”

“So, what is the next course of action?”

“I recall you saying you knew of someone who would be an ideal partner for me?”

“I did, yes, but I’ve never met her.”

“Who is she?”

“Her name is Emma Jenkins, and she is the niece of my supervisor. She is 10 years old and all I know about her is that she has a Horsea for a synthetic, and loves it.”

“Who told you that?”

“Her brother, Jimmy.”

“Ah yes, I was warned about him. We need to stay away from him at all costs. He’s unwittingly being used by the government, and will do anything they tell him to do.”

“It’s such a shame...I thought I would get along well with him.”

“I see what you mean. However, how do you plan on introducing me to Emma?”

“I don’t know. I am unaware of where her family lives, and asking a question like that is bound to draw attention...of the wrong kind. Perhaps a dream visitation would be more appropriate?”

“That would probably be ideal.”

“Hmmm...I am not sure what I am to do at this point...”

“You haven’t received any orders you can enact right away, Cepheus; is there something else that you can do at this time?”

“There is, actually, but...”

“But?”

“It concerns my job at the Synthetics Plant and I am supposed to keep it a secret. I know it’s because it needs to be kept secret from other humans, but may I ask your cooperation and request that you go somewhere else for the time being? I should be done by six tonight.”

“I understand,” Louise finished, and vanished before Cepheus’ eyes.

Cepheus then retrieved his special Cherrim prototype from the place wherein he had stored it, and activated it once again, potentially for the last time. There were only a few more small tests that he needed to perform on the object, and then it would be ready to submit to the Synthetics Plant for final evaluation and mass production. Cepheus was very pleased with not only having the opportunity to work with the Cherrim, but also feeling satisfied in the work of his own hands. He hoped to be able to at least keep the prototype with him after he submitted the blueprints to his supervisor, as he would be rather loath to give it up so readily. Nevertheless he performed his duties faithfully, and by 5.45 PM Cepheus was finished with testing the prototype, and he deemed it a success. It would be ready to submit for review the following morning, when he returned to work. His plans were to start working on a Froslass synthetic design, or at least toy with ideas for one, when he came into work on Monday. A scant fifteen minutes later, Louise reappeared again before Cepheus.

“It is six o’clock,” Louise began. “Have you finished your secret errand?”

“Indeed I have,” Cepheus responded. “Thank you for respecting my privacy.”

“You are very welcome. What do you plan to do now before you retire to sleep?”

“I hadn’t really given it much thought. And yet there is something that bothers me...”

“What is that?”

“I know that the existence of Pokémon is to be kept a secret, and I have been told many times that the government is hostile towards them. I can understand why Spirits must be kept secret, and yet...I have no proof that the government is against them.”

“Unfortunately, I do. We Spirit Knights are regularly informed of what goes on throughout the human world in regards to Spirits, and truth be told, it is heart-breaking.”

“What kind of things?”

“... ...I...do not want to say. Ask...Ask Hector.”

Cepheus could tell that Louise didn’t want to respond for whatever reason, so he summoned Hector from his palm to ask his own partner directly. Yet, as he did so, he couldn’t help but feel a rising sense of dread, anticipating what Hector might say...

“Hector,” Cepheus asked, “is she telling the truth?”

“...Yes,” Hector responded. “We were recently informed of another incident.”

“Incident? What incident?”

“Cepheus...I do not want to tell you this. Were I to tell you, I do not know what you would think – you may even be drawn to tears.”

“Hector...what are you hiding from me now?”

“It’s something...something you might not be able to bear.”

“Tell me, please. If I don’t have some sort of proof, my commitment to your cause may forever remain half-hearted.”

“Very well, Cepheus. I...I must apologize in advance for any grief you experience because of what I am about to say.”

The feeling of dread began to rise in Cepheus’ stomach, yet despite that, he asked Hector to tell him the news anyway.

“It happened on Saturday night, at around 9.40 PM. Vernexum police found out that a certain girl was in possession of a Spirit – Froslass to be exact, and although this girl had done nothing against the laws of the land, the police stormed her house and carried her off to a maximum security prison, near Lake Acuity.”

“What!? They just arrested a girl and carried her away from her home? That’s inhuman!”

“Yes, Cepheus, they did. Her name is...Anna Waters.”

Cepheus froze instantly. There was no reaction he could give to that. After about a five-second pause, his legs buckled, and he crouched down on the ground and began to sob profusely, unable to contain his emotion any longer.

“Anna...!” he managed between gasps of sorrow. “Why!?”

“Cepheus...” Hector said softly, “I am sorry. This raid...was the first one we have ever heard of. We didn’t even know it was coming – and by we, I mean all the Spirit Knights. Had we anticipated it, we would have gotten her to safety.”

“I’ve got to get her out of there!” Cepheus yelled, and he leapt to his feet.

“No, Cepheus, you can’t!” Hector retorted.

“Don’t try to stop me, Hector! You’re my partner, and you’ll help me in this!”

Cepheus then began to bolt to his front door to head for the prison in question, but as he was about to depart, he was stopped by Louise, who blocked his path.

“Louise, please move,” Cepheus spoke, his voice a monotone command.

“Cepheus, understand please,” Louise begged. “Right now there’s nothing you can do.”

“Anna is my best friend’s sister and a close friend of mine! I can’t let you stop me!”

“Don’t be a fool! You try to infiltrate that prison and you’ll be dead in no time!”

“I don’t care; I have to rescue her!”

“Stop this argument, now!” Hector shouted. “Cepheus, calm down! There’s more – you didn’t let me finish my report!”

“What’s there to say, Hector?” Cepheus replied. “You telling me she’s already dead!?”

“No! Now, be quiet and listen to me! You know Pierre, at the Fortree base?”

“The Gliscor Pacter?”

“He was ordered to go rescue her by none other than Deus himself.”

“...what!?”

“Deus is no fool, Cepheus. As soon as he heard that Anna had been kidnapped – apparently, it was when Lyon contacted him in a dream – he relayed to Pierre two orders. The first one was to get you and bring you to the Fortree base. The second one was to infiltrate the prison undetected and rescue Anna. You saw him leave the base on Deus’ orders, didn’t you? That’s what he went to go do.”

“Where is Anna now?”

“Around 1.40 PM, we were all updated on the situation. Anna is currently staying at Stefano’s base, and is to remain there until further notice. Since Anna is an escaped prisoner, there’s been an all-points bulletin released to find her and track her down again. Stefano knows how to keep himself and others totally out of sight, so Anna will be safe there.”

“How long will she remain there?”

“I don’t know, but my guess is she’ll have to lie low there until the war is over, or at least until the police stop looking for her. Regardless, Cepheus, you do not need to worry – she is safe.”

“... ...You told me all that just to prove that the government is really out to get us?”

“There was no easy way to tell you, Cepheus. I am sorry.”

“... ...You did nothing wrong.”

“Hm?”

“You gave me fair warning that what you were about to tell me would not be easy to hear, and despite that I asked you to tell me, and you did. And for you both to hinder me as you did in my state of emotional turmoil...that was also the right thing to do. I bear no ill will towards either of you.”

“Cepheus...”

“This will disrupt my plans for Monday a little. For starters, my plan was to work on a Froslass synthetic, but since being told about Anna, I will need to find a new idea. I’ll start thinking about what to do.”

“What will you do tonight, though?”

“At this time I don’t have any plans for the rest of the night, but I do want to meet Deus and try and find a way to get Louise over to Emma.”

“You want to meet with Deus tonight as well?”

“Yes; it would probably be best.”


That night, Cepheus had a quiet dinner as normal, and retired to bed as normal, being prepared for the day ahead, and another week of work at the Synthetics Plant...as normal. While asleep, he dreamt he was once again in the mysterious dimension with the stone floor that reached on forever, being lit by an unknown light source that stretched out as far as he could see. He wondered to himself if Deus had ever considered meeting with people outside of this area, but Cepheus paid it no mind, as he deduced that Deus didn’t really care how he met with people in dreams, just so long as he actually met with them. Or at least, that was the assumption he made. It was almost immediately after he entered the dream that he heard the footsteps coming toward him, and Deus slowly came towards him, stopping twenty feet in front of Cepheus and crossing his arms as he did the night before.

“I assume you wanted to see me?” Deus asked, his face still concealed beneath his tattered brown cloak.

“That’s correct,” Cepheus answered. “It concerns Emma.”

“I had anticipated that...”

Before Cepheus could respond to Deus, he heard the echo of footsteps across the stone floor. The echo was indicative of rather small feet, meaning that another, younger person was in the dream. Could it possibly have been Emma Jenkins?

“Where am I?” a young girl’s voice called out, quivering in fear. “Hello...?”

“Who’s there?” Cepheus called out. He couldn’t see this girl, who he assumed was Emma, but he could definitely hear her.

“What’s going on?”

“Can you hear me?”

“Yeah...”

“Follow the sound of my voice!”

“B-but...I’m scared! I don’t know where I am!”

“Stay where you are, then! I’ll come to you!”

“Someone...help me...”

Cepheus glanced back at Deus for a brief moment, almost as if he was waiting for approval to go find this girl. Deus nodded slowly and said “Go”, and Cepheus immediately started running toward the girl’s voice, trying to locate her in the darkness. It was only ten seconds before Cepheus reached her. She was very young, no taller than four feet in height. She had hazel-colored hair and eyes, and was wearing a green shirt with beige shorts. She had a small bow in her hair that was shaped somewhat like a seahorse, and when she saw Cepheus approaching she looked toward him.

“Who are you?” she asked.

“My name is Cepheus,” he responded. “Tell me, is your name Emma?”

“...! How did you know?”

“I am friends with your brother, Jimmy. He told me about you.”

“Really? What...did he say about me?”

“Not much...he said you owned a Horsea synthetic. That’s all I know about you.”

“Oh! Were you the one that was my brother’s babysitter yesterday?”

“...I was, yes.”

By this time, Deus had come into view, his footsteps as loud and purposeful as ever. Each step bounced off the stone floor, and the sound waves traveled quickly through the still air. When Emma saw Deus in his large cloak, she let out a loud scream and hid behind Cepheus.

“Who’s that?” she said, her whole body shaking in fear.

“...He’s a friend,” Cepheus answered. “He won’t hurt you.”

“He’s...scary...”

Deus stopped walking when he was twenty feet from Cepheus, as was his custom. He cut right to the chase and spoke loudly and clearly toward the two of them.

“I can tell you are somewhat scared of me, Emma,” Deus began. “Therefore, I will let Cepheus speak first. He has something to say to you.”

“What...” Emma replied. “What is that?”

“Ask him yourself. Since I scare you, I will not speak yet.”

“Is...is this true?” she continued, looking up towards Cepheus’ face.

“It is,” Cepheus answered. “Tell me, Emma, do you like your synthetic?”

“I do very much. It’s like a best friend to me.”

“But you do know what a synthetic is, right?”

“...Not exactly...”

“A synthetic is a copy of something else that exists or once existed. Your Horsea synthetic is not actually a Horsea – it is, unfortunately, a machine. Horsea are actually an extinct species...as are most Pokémon, really.”

“That’s horrible...How did they die?”

“About a century ago, before either of us were born, humans ended up forcing all Pokémon into endangerment or extinction, because they felt like Pokémon weren’t needed anymore and were harmful.”

“Why? These synthetics are so cute!”

“They wanted Pokémon who would obey their commands fully, and so they decided to not take any chances and get rid of them all.”

“That...That’s horrible! But...that can’t be true!”

“...Emma...”

“I don’t believe it! I can’t believe it!” she exclaimed, appearing to be on the verge of tears. “You’re wrong!”

“...Emma, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

“I’m not talking to that big scary man!”

“Not him...someone else. Louise, where are you?”

At this, the Kingdra Spirit materialized next to Cepheus, and looked straight at him.

“You called my name?” Louise asked.

“Louise...this girl here is Emma, the one I spoke about.”

“Oh?” Louise then turned towards Emma, and floated through the air towards her. Emma’s face was buried in her hands and so couldn’t see Louise.

“Emma,” Louise calmly called out. “Emma, look up. It’s not good for you to cry.”

Emma sniffed and lifted her head up. Her eyes were bloodshot from tears.

“Who are you?” she asked. “You look a lot like my synthetic...”

“My name is Louise...Dry your eyes, Emma. You look very sad.”

“Your name is Louise?” Emma answered, wiping her eyes on her arms. “What are you?”

“I am a Kingdra, very similar to your Horsea synthetic. I am...a Pokémon.”

“But...didn’t that man say Pokémon were extinct?”

“...We are, Emma. I technically do not have a physical body anymore. And what Cepheus has told you...is unfortunately the truth.”

“But why are you here?”

“I feel as if you need a friend. You feel sad because there is no one you can talk to, to pour your heart out to. I know your Horsea synthetic is a good companion, but it cannot talk with you...you can only talk at it.”

“...I do feel lonely sometimes...that’s why my parents bought me the synthetic.”

“Would you like me to be your friend, Emma?”

“But...are you really real?”

“I am, but I am only a Spirit – I do not have an actual body. And...my existence must be kept a secret.”

“Why?”

“As Cepheus said, the humans drove us to extinction, but there are still humans around today who are trying to get rid of us as Spirits as well.”

“But why? That’s mean!”

“I know. I don’t know why, but that is what Cepheus and people like him are trying to find out. We Spirits want to be friends with humans again, but we must keep ourselves out of sight, because the threat against us is still very real. At the same time, Emma, I want you to be safe and I have the feeling you might be in danger.”

“Why is that?”

“I can’t tell you the reason just yet...but I want to protect you. So, will you allow me to be your friend?”

“I...I don’t know. All this...it doesn’t make sense. Why would people be mean to you? Why are you all extinct? And why did you say my life is in danger? It just...doesn’t make sense!”

“I understand, Emma. In that case, may I stay with you for a little while?”

“What?”

“You said you don’t know if you want me to be your friend yet. So may I at least stay with you for a while? I will keep myself out of sight and only show up when you are alone and want to talk.”

“I guess so...That, and...you sound like my mommy...”

“Oh?”

“My mommy is never around...she’s always working, and so is my daddy. That’s why Uncle Leroy has to look after us sometimes. I miss my mommy and daddy...but at least I have Uncle Leroy.”

“I understand completely. I will go with you, but please, do not tell anyone about Spirits or that I exist, at least not yet.”

“When can I tell other people?”

“For the time being, I ask that you only talk about me when you are around Cepheus. He is a good friend and he will hear you out any time. But I will be there even when Cepheus is not around.”

“Okay...”

“Cepheus,” Louise continued, turning to the young man, “is it okay if I go with this girl, at least for now? I want to hear what she has to say. I’d also like to take her out of this dream.”

“Sure thing,” Cepheus answered. “You two go on ahead. I’ll talk with you tomorrow night in a dream.”

“All right. Now, Emma, come this way, please...”

Louise then went ahead of Emma in a direction away from Cepheus, and the young girl followed her until both girl and Spirit were out of sight. Cepheus then turned back to Deus, who looked like he still had something to say.

“Is there anything else you want to tell me about, Deus?” Cepheus asked.

“Yes, there is, actually,” Deus responded.

“Is it about Anna?”

“No it isn’t – Hector already informed you that Anna is safe, and so far there is no new development on that. No, what I am about to tell you more directly concerns you.”

“How’s that?”

“You are aware that most of the Vernexum’s anti-Spirit stance comes from Ura, one of the eight generals, correct?”

“Yes, you informed me as such.”

“Well, shortly after Ura rose to power, he found three men of exceptional ability, who he trusted as some of his closest allies. Coincidentally, they are all Pacters.”

“Oh no...Is this how Ura plans to find us out, by using his henchmen?”

“It’s definitely a possibility. I’d known a little about them before, but I had been doing a lot of information-hunting as soon as I found out about their existence. These three men answer directly to General Ura and will follow his every command. They have incredible physical prowess even as humans, and as Pacters their powers only increase. To most of the common public, they are not known as Pacters but rather as enforcers, and they have come to be known as the Three Terrors.”

“I’m guessing that name is somewhat fitting.”

“Indeed it is, and since the time may come very soon where you will have to fight them yourself, I need to tell you as much information as I can about them.”

Deus snapped his fingers, causing a round stone table with two stone chairs to appear before them.

“Please, have a seat, Cepheus,” Deus asked, taking one of the seats himself. Cepheus complied, taking the opposite seat.

“The first of these three is a man named Lazaro. He’s incredibly large and muscular, and possesses a lot of physical strength, but he’s slow to catch on to things and his intelligence is somewhat lacking. Nevertheless you can’t underestimate him just because you think he’s stupid – once he finds out you’re a Pacter he will show no mercy. His partner is a Salamence.”

“Is that Salamence a Spirit Knight?”

“As far as I know, none of the Spirits that the Three Terrors have are Knights, although I could be mistaken. However, since they show no qualms about engaging their Pacter form to attack other Pacters, it doesn’t matter whether they are Knights or not – if they attack you, you must respond in turn.”

“I see. And what of the other two Terrors?”

“The second one is Jentus. He’s much like Lazaro in build, except he has a better head on his shoulders. He doesn’t make rash decisions and always thinks before acting. He isn’t as strong as Lazaro, but since he’s very wise, he is just as dangerous as Lazaro, if not more so. His partner is an Aggron, and thus he fights very defensively, as opposed to Lazaro who is all-out offense.”

“Who’s the third one?”

“The third of the three is the most terrifying of all. His name is Solano. He barely ever speaks or acts, but he will do whatever Ura tells him to, no questions asked. He would probably kill another general in the Vernexum without hesitation, if he was given the order. His partner is supposedly a Solrock.”

“What do you mean by ‘supposedly’?”

“He’s never been seen outside of rider form...ever. The possibility does exist that he’s not a Pacter at all – he could be a Spirit himself, or even a human-Pokémon hybrid. I don’t know for sure what he is, but what I do know is this – he is stronger than both of the other two Terrors put together, and he is absolutely merciless, so if you see him, do not engage him in battle.”

“What if he goes to battle me directly?”

“Then flee. Cepheus, Solano doesn’t have any heart or emotions to speak of – he is a cold ruthless killing machine who does nothing more than take orders from Ura. Should he come after you to fight you, you could be pretty much done for. Just...stay away from him at all costs.”

“Why are you telling me all this, though?”

“The Three Terrors are involved in this war as well, Cepheus. Remember, Ura is our opponent, and if those three men are under him, they’re against us as well. We need to either kill these men or otherwise remove them. I don’t want to kill any of them if I have to, but if it becomes necessary, I will not hesitate.”

“I just hope I don’t have to fight any of them myself.”

“Neither do I. But there is the possibility that it might happen, and that’s why I’m telling you all this.”

“I see. Thank you, Deus.”

“That is all I have to tell you for now. You have a week of work ahead of you, and you should be at your best. We’ll talk again, at the usual time.”

“I understand.”

With that, Cepheus and Deus parted ways in the dream, and Cepheus returned to his place of rest. He had now gained a useful piece of information: there existed three Pacters in the employ of the government who were used as enforcers to dispose of other Pacters. Cepheus hoped that he would not have to fight any of them – or any Pacter at all, but he kept the thought in mind that, should the time come, he would have to fight, if not to win, then just to survive.

And the time for Cepheus to prove himself, though unbeknownst to him, was fast approaching, and it would manifest itself in a way that he would never expect.

...Pretty interesting stuff, really. You get to see some real emotion in Cepheus here, as well as a bit of an insight into his past. However, will this insight affect the decisions he'll make in his future? That is something you'll have to wait and see. And how will Louise factor into this all? I'm sure you people can guess how Emma will, however. Let me hear your thoughts!

I tried to make Louise as a sort of motherly figure for Emma. I'm not sure how well I did in executing that, but I'd like to think I did well.

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I'm not exactly sure who's still paying attention anymore, but there were a few people who wanted me to post a new chapter; in that case, so be it. I know you guys will read and not respond; that's fine, but I'd just like to ask this request: if you're reading this, at least say something. It can even just be a quick comment on my wall if it's less than 20 words.

Let's see, I need to post chapter 13, so let's see if I can find something that can whet your appetite. As I scroll through the Word document that holds this file, I espy the following:

There is a fight scene in this chapter. The first real fight, in fact.
Interested yet? I certainly hope so.
Oh, and expecting the end of the parading of the name of Leroy Jenkins? Too bad; Waluigi time.

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13 – Delusion

[Monday, July 19, 10.51 AM]

To Cepheus White, every day was just like the one before it, with very little variation in between. Every morning he would wake up, get dressed, have breakfast, and prepare himself for his job at the Hearthome Synthetics Plant, which would start at nine o’clock sharp. He would begin by arriving ten minutes early, so as to effectively ready himself for the day ahead. He would always inspect each chip on the assembly line, making sure it was free of defects before they were implanted into the mechanical bodies that were specifically prepared for them. He would do this for no less than eight hours, going between different areas of the plant and making sure everything was running smoothly in the other divisions. Then, at exactly five o’ clock, he would pack up his things, head home, enjoy a dinner alone and without any outside distractions to annoy or perturb him, and then head off to bed, fully prepared for the next day ahead – only to repeat the exact same cycle all over again, six days a week, with Sunday being the only exception. And even though Cepheus was now a Pacter, being in possession of a Spirit, he was able to keep Hector concealed, and was able to lead his life as normal, just as he had before. He was incredibly content – he had feared that his life would never be the same if he were to become a Pacter, but much to his delight he was still able to maintain control of his life.

The first order of business that Cepheus attended to at the start of his work week was to turn in his Cherrim prototype to his supervisor Mr. Jenkins, who, upon viewing the synthetic, was phenomenally pleased with Cepheus’ work. Cepheus gladly gave his supervisor the blueprints for the synthetic, but as he did so, he also asked him if he could keep the prototype for his own, to keep as his personal synthetic. Much to Cepheus’ joy, Mr. Jenkins consented, which gave Cepheus great pleasure.

Unfortunately for him, that feeling of pleasure would remain rather short-lived.


As the time on the clock more closely approached 11 AM, Cepheus was sitting at his desk, scribbling feverishly at a notepad of various ideas he was considering for new synthetics, and although he hadn’t decided on one single idea, he had several potential ideas to choose from and pursue to their conclusions.

His work, as well as the work of those around him, was disturbed when a large tremor was felt throughout the building.

(What was that?) Cepheus thought, starting to his feet. (An earthquake?)

The tremor was followed up by a large crashing noise, as if a giant projectile had been slammed into the wall of the building. It was immediately followed up by a loud alarm echoing down the halls – the signal for the employees to begin evacuating the building.

(The emergency alarm?) he continued. (What’s going on here?)

“There’s some creature outside attacking the building!” a co-worker yelled, running towards the back exit.

“Every man for himself!” another yelled.

“Demons are coming for us!”

“We’re all gonna die!”

Cepheus began to calmly pack up his things and headed instead for the front exit – the opposite direction in which the other workers were fleeing – to see what on earth was going on, since he felt the noise and shock coming from the building’s entrance. He didn’t feel like running away from the threat; rather, he felt as if he had to face it head-on and expunge it himself. Perhaps being a Pacter had given him this newfound confidence. The sight that greeted him when he exited the building troubled him immensely – and yet, it was a sight he should have expected all along.

He saw a curious being towering above him, incredibly unusual in appearance. Its body consisted of a large oval that served as a head, plus a smaller sphere that served as a body. Upon the head were a total of eight eyes and four mouths, positioned evenly around the head, with the mouths at 90-degree angles to each other, and the eyes at 45-degree angles to each other. Its body was a near-perfect sphere, save for two small stubby feet protruding below it, and upon the body were some unusual Q-shaped markings. The whole creature appeared to be almost eight feet tall in its entirety and was floating eight inches above the ground, and it also had four hands positioned perpendicularly around it, kept floating and having no physical attachment to the main body.

So this was it...this was the appearance of a Claydol Spirit’s rider form. And, given the circumstances, there was only one person that it could have been...

“Cepheus!” Mr. Jenkins yelled, emerging from the front entrance. He most likely had been helping to evacuate the other workers from the building, and was now finally leaving himself. “What are you still doing here!?”

“Hi, Uncle Leroy!” the Claydol creature spoke with a slightly contorted voice.

“That voice...Jimmy?”

“Mr. Jenkins, you must get out of here,” Cepheus said calmly. “I feel as if Jimmy...is intent on doing this place harm.”

“Jimmy, stop this right now!” Leroy commanded.

“Sorry, Uncle Leroy, but I can’t do that,” Jimmy answered. “Dogie told me that would be bad!”

“Dogie?” Cepheus asked.

“My new best friend! The one who gave me this power!”

“What!?”

“Sir, I believe he means ‘Dogu’,” Cepheus explained. “The creature that he has taken the form of resembles a dogu...a kind of ancient clay figurine.”

“I’m...so confused,” Leroy continued. “What’s going on?”

“Sir, I ask that you go and get help. Just go and get the police and the paramedics and get yourself out of here as fast as you can.”

“But what about you?”

“I will take care of Jimmy, sir.”

“How?”

“I’ll find a way. Now go! There isn’t much time!”

“...I do not know what you are planning, Cepheus...but I trust you. I leave this situation...in your hands.”

With that, Leroy Jenkins ran off to go fetch aid, leaving Cepheus alone with the man’s nephew. Cepheus then turned around to face Jimmy, his two eyes staring into Jimmy’s eight.

“Jimmy...” Cepheus asked, “why do you do this?”

“Silly Cephas!” Jimmy exclaimed, mispronouncing his name as he’d done before. “You thought someone as evil as you could escape justice?”

“Evil? What on earth are you talking about?”

“You are evil! Dogie said so!”

“Will you obey the words of your Spirit even until the bitter end?”

“So you do know about Spirits, Cephas! You are a liar...You told me before that you didn’t know what a Pacter was...and yet you know about Spirits! Dogie was right about you!”

“...I don’t know what your Spirit said about me, but I can assure you...I am not evil.”

“You think I can believe you now, after I know you lied to me? You must be punished, Cephas, and Dogie has now given me the ability to do so!”

(Jimmy is really intent on fighting me...) he thought. (That means I’ll need to fight him in my rider form. However, Jimmy wasn’t able to see my insignia before because Hector is a Knight, and that could mean...!)

Without a second thought, Cepheus summoned Hector from his insignia and tugged the trademark tether towards him, and in only an instant, Cepheus vanished completely from Jimmy’s sight, confirming his theory that Jimmy couldn’t see Cepheus in his rider form either.

“What!?” Jimmy screamed, his voice seemingly more contorted than it was previously. “Cephas! Where did you go!?”

There was no answer in words, but Jimmy was answered by a fireball that was hurled seemingly from thin air, and it landed solidly between two of his eyes, leaving a small burn mark and causing him to yell in pain.

“Agh! No fair!” he complained. “No fair that I can’t see you!”

The whine was followed up by another fireball, landing between two other of Jimmy’s eyes and causing much the same result, yet it also caused Jimmy to wobble slightly.

“Show yourself, Cephas...” Jimmy hissed. “Accept your punishment!”

This time, Jimmy was answered not with a fireball, but with a tackle – Cepheus, remaining still invisible toward Jimmy, bowled into his target, his body ablaze in flame, and the spot where he made contact was charred black by the sheer force of his charge. Jimmy teetered back slightly but regained his balance, and became greatly enraged.

“I’ve had enough!” he screamed, and as he said that he caused his body to stop levitating and fall to the ground, creating a tremor much like the one that had occurred before. The shock of the attack caused Cepheus to be sent flying into the wall of the Synthetics Plant building, causing his whole back to be slammed into solid brick and his body to slump to the ground, disrupting his affected invisibility. He had been totally winded by the shock, and was now at Jimmy’s mercy. He saw Jimmy lift up a rather large rock with telekinetic power, and saw Jimmy cause the rock to move closer, as if he were about to crush Cepheus beneath it.

“Say goodnight, Cephas...” Jimmy said, “...forever!”

“I will not allow that!” a voice cried out.

“Who said that!?”

Cepheus was equally confused over who yelled as well, so he attempted to turn his head to see who had arrived, but his body was in pain enough that he could not move; however, he could still see Jimmy straight ahead of him. Before Jimmy had a chance to react, he was assailed with a host of numerous small sharp needles, which began to rain down on him and jab into his body upon contact. Jimmy raised his four hands up toward his eyes to block all the needles coming at him, but he still crumbled and fell down before the repeated assault. Cepheus noticed another Pacter, humanoid with white fur and a scythe protruding from its head, run up and jab one of Jimmy’s hands with two fingers. This act caused Jimmy to lose consciousness and revert him back to his human form.

Cepheus was dazed and also grateful for who could have done this, but unfortunately he couldn’t see who it was more clearly, since his neck couldn’t move because of pain. His question was answered when the Pacter he saw, the one who had incapacitated Jimmy, came running up to him.

“The paramedics are almost here,” the Pacter said. Cepheus looked at the Pacter’s face and recognized that it was Abigail, the Knight he had met at the Fortree base. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. Just close your eyes and relax.”

Cepheus was too weak to argue, and he slowly closed his eyes and let darkness overtake him, slipping off into unconsciousness. The last thing he felt before falling off to sleep was Abigail jabbing his right hand with two of her fingers...

Woohoo stuff is happening! Well, kinda. And I know you could technically say we've reached the halfway point if you're counting number of chapters, but this is not quite the halfway point yet. Enjoy what is left.

By the way, if anyone needs a refresher on what has happened thus far, I can give that too.
I...kinda wish there was a bit more to say for this chapter, but alas.

Feedback, comments, and constructive criticism are always appreciated. However, as I have previously stated, keep your replies at a minimum of 20 words apiece. This is not a PokéBeach forum rule, but I'll probably ignore you if you don't have much to say.
 
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