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Event 7: Letters From a Century Past - P.1 A Mawile wearing a brown dress and red ribbons in her hair slowly stumbled into the larger, main room from an adjacent one, and sat beside her friends, a Shuppet with a teal sideways bow tie and a glasses-wearing Miltank. The old-timey wooden hut housed many pokemon at the moment, all looking exhausted, worried, and home-sick.
"H-how is she doing? Jasmine?" The Miltank's voice quaked, but that was nothing new. Mimi was always nervous about something. This time; however, she had a legitimate excuse to be scarred.
"She's looking a bit better. That Teleport took a lot out of her though. Mike and that Grand Kec guy are apparently going to go look for some kind of special tree sap that can help, but... If she doesn't get better, we might be stuck here. A century in the past, with no way to see our teams again..." Marci's voice dropped to nearly silent as she barely had the heart to say the last sentence.
Shannon floated above the other two. "Speak for yourselves; I'm
C-Sealed in Another Body Chap. 5Chapter 5: Sky High Problems
The shrill, pulsing screech of the alarm clock rang throughout the bedroom, which was otherwise devoid of sound. I sluggishly drew an arm from underneath the cozy warm sheets and blindly swatted around the bed-stand for the clock responsible for the ruckus. I finally felt the raised surface of the snooze button graze the bottom of my paw and smacked it at a rate surprising for how slow every other part of me was going at that point. When all was calm again, I retracted my arm back under the covers.
"I hate alarm clocks..." I muttered at an unintelligible volume. It was several more minutes before I could muster the strength required to sit up and release myself from the cocoon of fabric. My body shivered from the sudden absence of insulation as I managed to peel back my eyelids and look around the room for the first time that morning.
Faith was already up and about, sta
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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