This story mostly has a POV (Point of View) of a young Cyndaquil that found himself lost... But not in a cave or a forest, rather, well, I'm not so sure yet... You guys desire in the comments... :| (It will have other POV's, though.
Chapter one- "What the fuck?!"
(Current setting): Ethan's room Time: 1:15AM Current Pokèmon team: Nada
Ethan's POV: I lay here, wide awake. Staring at my celling, I start thinking. I see Pokèmon playing in fields, munching on berries and poffins. My view of this happy moment fades, and turns into a hellish nightmare. I see myself, once again, staring into oblivion in my sleepless nights. I toss and turn a few times, still wide awake. Time ticks by. 57. 58.. 59... 60.... 1..... 2......
The longer I lay, the slower time gets.... 38....................... 39.......….................. 40......................................... 4- I hear a whisper, a whisper of pain and anguish. Someone starts walking up the stairs. I tremble as each step is followed by a dreadful creak... Then I notice its Lyra. Relieved at it just being her, I start to ask, "What the f- ..." But that's as far as I get, as my vocal cords refuse to work. All I can do is make small gasps of breath here and there.
My bedroom light turns off.... Limiting my vision to simple silhouettes. Lyra comes closer, I can now hear every singe breathe she makes. "Hello? Lyra? Is eve- ..." I say, even though I'm silent. A storm outsides begins, lightning and wind, hail and rain, clash. The small light from the storm reviles Lyras face. Blank. Staring at the wall across from me.
Again, lightning gives me a small glimpse at her. Flash by Flash her face erodes away, leaving black eye sockets, black teeth, or what's left with them, half a nose. And a single clump of hair.
I get out of my bed and move towards her left side. I see now that her skin has turned a dull grey.
"Lyra!?" I manage to peep. She just stares, er... Uhhhh, she can't see, uhhhhhhhh points? at the wall. Time is at a near stand still. 23................................................................................................................................................................................................ 24- I check my PokèGear, 1:15AM....
"..." I say, as I notice that the time has been continously the same
I look back a Lyra. She's now, pointing, at me. Her rotted teeth and gums attempt to make a smile, but simple sag. A low pitch starts up.... Almost like someone is humming... Then a section from the Lavander theme that was played by the Johto orchestra last fall starts playing, except more 8-bit and retro sounding....
Lyra suddenly started running at me, screaming, limping, and other things I don't want to mention..... Then she grabs me...
I open my eyes, and see light, coming in from my windows... I still hear the screaming, only to realise it was me.... Lyra was standing over me, back to normal...
"Ceasus, I just had a nightmare." I say, taking note of my working voice. "I'll say," she replied, "I've been here for an hour, and all you've done is spudder my name and cuss and other things..." I,frowned at her. "How did you get in here?" I question her. Only to get the most truthful answer ever. "This is the Pokèmon world, silly. Remember? People break into other people houses, and the best part is, nobody cares!" I roll my eyes. "Sounds like something straight from a fan-fiction...."