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 Nigremme’s eyes were shining but cold. Folie and Prof. Hazel betrayed no fear from their faces, even thought the Professor’s hands were trembling in her pockets. Their breath puffed in cold clouds, and they both knew not to waste any time. “Folie, Close Combat.” Nigremme appeared to melt into the darkness when Folie’s strike connected. “An illusion? Crap! Where-?” The professor turned around frantically. Then a deep voice rumbled. “Not this time.” Rapid puches struck all over Folie’s body, knocking her to the ground. “Ugh!” “Folie!” The Professor ran to her f

“And they were never heard from again. The End.” “Yikes Rita. That’s a pretty blunt way to end it.” The story game seemed to have taken everyone’s mind off worrying. “Well, I’m getting tired. It would be better if we all go to the toilets at the same time so we’re not stepping all over each other.” “Okay, I think my legs fell asleep. Can someone help me up?” ”Wait, where’s my flashlight?” “Over here. Yours is the pink one, right?” But when we got out of the tent, my own meager confidence began to waver. The stillness of it all seemed to tease

Folie tore through the underbrush at a surprising pace for a Pokemon her size. The device was still clutched in her mouth, but this purple miasma was getting so thick, she could barely see. She had to get this thing to the Professor quickly, so she tried to smell for anything familiar. Even though it was swollen, her nose caught the scent of ashes and wet sand. The campground was close by. Thunder rumbled again, dangerously close now. Folie set out once again. Then came the whispers. They were so soft at first, it could have been the wind. She shook her head and tried to ignore it, but like a swarm of insects, they came from multiple directi

Try as he might, he slept fitfully. Images and sounds kept going in and out of focus, snatches of conversation with faces that he recognized but could not place the names. They had to be memories, but they shouldn't have made sense. Bits and pieces jumped out at him. A strong voice and curly blond hair, blue eyes and a sharp nose, shiny shoes and a deep thrumming sound, like what he had heard when he woke up in...wherever this place was. He looked behind him, and saw a sea of gigantic hands, all clapping like thunder. Clapping for them, he was sure of it! He stood up on two legs, and howled, goading them on, and they applauded even harder! Th