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Who: Gold, you, and a bunch of statues. Also a fake Kyogre
What: Nightmares not caused by Pokemon
When: The plot of course
Where: In Dream Land. Not that Dream Land.
Rating: G, for now

The cold stirs some long forgotten memory that was lost to time, but that's not important. The water level is rising, enough to soak shoes and make walking uncomfortable if it gets in them. The thick fog from the water clears, revealing a circle of sculptures depicting nine children of varying ages and statures. The expression of shock and disappointment directed towards you is so lifelike, it's as if they were real children who were suddenly petrified.

That disturbing thought aside, the water level is still rising. It's up to the ankles now, and anyone without boots is surely regretting it. A monstrous sound echos through the chamber.

It's a sea monster, terrifyingly majestic as it breaches the surface of the water. It's also made of water itself. And it's clearly the source of the flooding, which is by the way, half way up to the knees.

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It was the kind of levitation John had that he was jealous of. He could achieve that kind of feat on Mantaro and the Remoraids, but even they had their limited stamina. To be able to float like that was a dream, but Gold shook his head. It was no time to let it wander.

"We're in a memory. My memory." He started. "A bit before I came here, my seniors and my ol' buddy Silver got turned into statues, like you see over there. My pal Crys and I and a bunch of young'ins had to find Jirachi, a Pokemon that could grant three wishes. Problem was, this psycho who called himself Guile Hideout for all the wrong reasons decided he wanted to take Jirachi's wishes and rule the world by drowning it. That you see over there is what he wished for."

They were in a memory? Was that the case for all the other things that John had seen so far, it would certainly explain some things, but he did wonder how he'd managed to wind up in people's memories in the first place. Better yet, he was wondering how he was going to get out.

Though at the moment the biggest concern was trying to figure out how they were supposed to deal with whatever weird flood creating monster this Guile guy had wished up. He kind of wondered why he had done it in the first place, but this probably wasn't the time to ask about that.

"So... what are we supposed to do about it then?"

Gold took a moment to study John, taking in how serious he was and how he reacted to the back story.

"Last time, we were able to beat it with some help. Someone blew a hole in its fin, and we attacked that spot together, but it looks like that hasn't happened yet."

It was a sad backstory for sure! But John was also pretty sure if this was some weird variation of someone's memory then saving the people in it wouldn't actually do anything to help the real live people. He didn't know for sure though, he wasn't an experts on dreams or memories or anything of the sort.

He turned his head to look at the creature.

"So we're basically waiting for the help to show up before we actually do anything?"

Waiting. That always left a bad taste in Gold's mouth. It meant he was powerless to do anything. And his nightmare had the audacity to prey on his greatest fear.

"We can still try to wear it down." Gold shrugged. "Who knows, it's a memory, and memories get weaker over time. We gotta do something"

John wasn't sure how that logic really held up. Just because memories got weaker over time, he didn't think that meant that the giant monsters in memories also became weaker to match. Still, it wasn't like he knew the way out of this, and he wasn't going to leave this guy here with this thing.

"Okay, but how are we going to do that?"

Gold put his hands in his pockets and felt around just to make sure. He could not feel any Pokeballs, not even loose change. That meant he was really on his own on this. Excluding this floating stranger.

"You wouldn't happen to have any other weird powers other than floating, would you?"

It might be unfortunate that Gold didn't have his pokémon on handy at a time like this, but the good news was that he had in fact stumbled across a guy in possession of some pretty wicked powers.

Not that John would normally use them on a pokémon, but desperate times call for desperate measures and John didn't really want to be caught in a dream flood.

"I can make tornados? And with all the water in here I could probably make a whirlpool too."

Gold grinned at the good news. It was something.

"Good, that could minimize the flooding and keep it contained, unless it's the kind of thing that sucks out your energy. Is it the kind of thing that sucks out your energy?"

He had to think about that for a minute. So far nothing he'd done had really drained him that much, but he figured that keeping up the windy thing for a long period of time would get tiring the same way going on a long jog would eventually tire you out.

"Not exactly? I mean, not right away at least, so I should be able to until your friend shows up."

So that was the plan. Too bad he knew it would fail.

"Yeah, about that." Gold said, clearing his throat. "I don't think he's coming."

That... wasn't exactly comforting to hear. John could try to destroy this thing on his own. It wasn't like he hadn't taken out enemies in larger numbers that were about the same size in the past, but having a surefire was always better, wasn't it? Especially in someone else's memory.

"What do you mean? Why not?"

Gold sighed, scratching at his cheeks.

"How do I put this..."

He had made trips around, and even he could put together that this was some nightmare. Horrible images, experiences and feelings. They weren't memories, he knew that much. They had been much more exaggerated.

"A nightmare never has hope." He pauses a beat. "Except for you since you're outside of my head."

That sounded weirdly deep, even if John didn't totally understand what he was saying there. Was this guy saying that the only chance they had against this weird flood causing monster was him? Well, he figured he had a pretty good chance against it, but he still figured that the other guy showing up and taking care of this mess would be better.

"So... I have to be the one to take this thing down?"

Well the other guy certainly didn't waste any time. Kinda stiff like Silver, minus the thing where he was actually statue at the moment.

"Pretty much. Of course, if you could amass an army, but I've been trying that with nothing."

Yeah, those statues... that was one thing John definitely wasn't going to be able to help with! Even if he wanted to. He didn't have any sure for gorgonized people.

"I don't think so. I don't even know how I got here! Much less how to get other people here, but... I think I can stop it at least for awhile."

"It's a start, and that's what everything needs." Gold said reassuringly with a grin. If only it were truly that simple.

"Speaking of getting out of here, we ought to help everyone else if this works."

Now that was a promising idea! John sure as hell didn't want to be stuck in any more nightmares, and he imagined no one else wanted to either. At least none of the people he'd met so far seemed particularly happy about where they were. First thing was first though, taking care of the problem at hand.

If he had sleeves he would roll them all the way up right now, as it was his god tier outfit was more of a t-shirt with a giant hood attached to it, so he couldn't be as dramatic and down to business about the whole thing as he wanted to be. But he could still probably get pretty theatrical here.

"Okay, just leave it to me, and uh... you might want to get to safety if you can. This could get pretty messy."

Well that didn't bode well. He knew there were all sorts of things that could go wrong--being sucked up by accident among the top of his concerns. But messy?

"Messy? Aren't you just going to tornado or something?"

John raised himself up, keeping an eye on his new target now as he tried to decide how to go about this. Yep, there was no way he wasn't going to kick up a ton of water. A whirlpool might even occur, but if not a lot of water was going to slosh around in a spinning air vortex.

"Yeah, but it's kind of hard to not get things caught up in those tornadoes."

He hadn't been trapped in a vortex, but having already been stuck in an ice mirror, then in time, and being smashed against Crys' clear rooms, he wasn't ready to let himself find out what it's like.

"Gotcha, I'll look for some cover, you get prepared."

No argument or having to explain? All the better! John figured they probably spent a lot of time with him having to be told what was going on and more things got flooded in the process! Maybe, he wasn't actually sure how this all worked, or how fast this thing was. It didn't really look more flooded, but who was he to say that?

He kept rising into the air, giving Gold a small salute as he starts flying at the "pokemon"ish thing.

"Good plan!"

Gold returned the salute before John turns to face the Kyogre replica.

"I'm counting on you!"

He wonders if that's a proper motivational thing to say. It normally works for him, but he's always known that other people weren't him. So he returns to the task at hand: finding shelter, or at least something to cling to.

John didn't particularly mind at least, he was used to people putting a lot more faith in him than he really thought they should. A line like that was probably nicer than some things his friends would give him.

Keeping an eye on Gold though, John charges forward towards the replica, calling out to get its attention. Not that it really mattered one way or another before buying the other guy the time he needed to find somewhere safe to hang out.

"Hey!!"

Finding something to cling to wasn't working out well, and it would have been extremely awkward to use the statues as an anchor. Who would he use anyway? Red had been holding Yellow, he was certain he'd reap some awful punishment if he held Green, he wasn't familiar enough with Blue, Crys' would come to life and slap him if he even thought about it, Emerald's was too small, and he hadn't the heart to get between Sapphire and Ruby. That left Silver.

And there was no way he'd cling to Silver.

He was so lost in his thoughts, he smashed right into an invisible wall. "What the--Oh damn it Crys!" Figures that stupid thing was in his dreams too.

As he shimmied around the invisible structure, trying to find the door, John had caught the Kyogre's attention. It warbled malevolently at him, as if challenging him.