Knowing Your Creations. [AU thread, open]

[`PhiePhie~]

(Okay this thread basically takes place during the destinae plot. Destinae sent the unown to our dimension after finding a convenient dimensional rift between the two worlds. So the unown came to kidnap the authors, in an attempt to catch our characters off guard. However, all of the author's control over the characters still apply. So, um yeah. Have fun >3))

[/i] right. In fact, it felt like she was being watched, watched by some creepy guy who wanted to do creepy things to her. She automatically assumed she was being paranoid, after all, it would be extremely difficult to break into this house unnoticed. You could hear almost anything from anywhere. So, being quick to deny all creepy stuff, she blamed the most logical cause. Television. ”I should seriously lay off watching ‘A haunting’ every day after school. One of these days I’m gonna open my eyes and start hallucinatin’ low quality horror shit floating around in my room.

“Unoooooooown.”

Her heart started pounding. That was way too real to be a hallucination, or some weird sound the wind made. She could feel her dog’s body shaking, as if it saw something truly terrifying. The girl slowly lifted her head, looking straight above her bed. And then she screamed, as loud as she possibly could.

There was an unown, a real unown, looking straight back at her.

Out of habit, she groped around for the closest, hardest object she could find. This time, it was her laptop. She swung it as hard as she could towards the eerie letter, but to no avail. It floated right past her, unphased. Stupid letter, being so stupid and floaty. The next thing she knew, said stupid letter lifted her out of her bed, using a psychic attack apparently, and drug her out into the hall.

Soon after that, everything went black.

--

“Dude, check it out, some chick is sleeping in middle of the sidewalk.” A raspy voice called out, floating above her slowly becoming conscious body.
“ Hnnnn.”

“Don’t start getting ideas, Shii. I don’t need another sleeping person pissed at me. Let’s just wake her up and evacuate her like everyone else.” It was a feminine voice this time, a couple feet away from the sound of it.

“Damn Destinae, ruining my fun.”

‘Phie immediately threw her eyes open. Destinae, Shii, an Unown coming into her room with the look of wanting to rape her? This couldn’t be happening. This was all some kind of sick dream, mocking how un-fun her life is.

But it was. A girl who was about three and a half years older than her was staring at her from the park sidewalk. She had long black hair, and piercing light blue eyes, and had a banette floating right behind her. Phie’s jaw dropped nearly instantly, looking at the girl with a dumfounded face. Oh my god it was one of her characters that she created.

Standing right in front of her, all real and stuff.

“Hey… I think she’s retarded. She’s wearing purple pajamas in public, for crying out loud.” Shii whispered, loud enough for Phie to hear. Furoi sighed, bending down to meet Phie’s dumfounded gaze.

“Holy shit.” Was all Phie could say at the moment. This was a “holy shit” moment after all.

Furoi cocked an eyebrow, unable to say anything to the strange girl. Why couldn’t the void eat the crazy people like this girl first? It would make her job a hell of a lot easier. She sighed, and then pointed to the laptop that was sitting right next to her. “That yours?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Take it, and come with me, we need to get out of here before the bitchy purple dinosaur starts eating the park,” Furoi stood up, “I’m a ranger, so you can trust me. I can get you somewhere safe.”

Phie nodded, grabbing the little Acer laptop right next to her. Furoi, being a little antsy today, started walking before the girl even got up, not caring how shocked the brunette was. She had more important things to do instead of playing babysitter.

Phie followed, taking in nada citadel for all its post apocalyptic glory. Part of her wanted to poke the grey doll that was floating in front of her, wondering if this was real. Poor shii, Phie had plotted many different little deaths for this guy just to write up how his trainer would react.

Thank god they didn’t know who she was. Yet.
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[Violet]

[OHMIGOD YES]

Rochester, NY... at a small college

"Hello?"

She was unsure where her friend went off to, or anyone else for that matter. There was absolutely no one in sight, and, for the slightly pudgy, red haired woman, this was rather scary in itself. Was there an epidemic going on? What if there were zombies!? OH GOD!

Blinking, she popped her ear duds out of her ears and plopped down at her usual table.

It was only then that she noticed she had missed a rather important memo that went with everyone's disappearance.

Of course, with her loud music, she could not hear the blaring noise of sirens splitting through her now exposed ears.

"Oh..."

She stared into space for a quite a bit before realizing that it was probably a good idea to vacate the building. After all, what was the point of a fire drill?

To vacate the building...

She went to stand up, but found it rather hard to do so, as something forced her to stay in her seated position. Grumbling angrily, she rubbed her head, staring upwards.

"Hey, now that's not ni-"

She did not get much out afterwards, as the club shaped floating eye-letter-thing conked her on the head and started to drag her away...

---

The next she awoke, she found herself in the arms of ... a knight in shining armor. He was rather shiny, and looked amazingly sexy like that.

And then he spoke.

"Oh! You're awake! Fluffy Lucario Bum Bum, she's awake!"

"For the last infernal time, it's Garth!"

"... Fluffy... Lucario... Bum Bums... should I add Grumpy to that 'Fluffy?' Whaddya say little Vicki?"

The girl blinked a few times as the slightly high pitched knight seemed to be conferring with what looked to be a rather angry looking, blue haired man, and some other person she had yet to notice. Fluffy Lucario Bum Bum? Vicki?

This was beginning to sound like quite a dream...

"You took a big conk on the noggin,' little lady," the knight said, returning his attention to her, "There's a bruise and everything. We have a doctor in Nada right now... maybe she'll be willing to help... make sure you're not gonna die."

"She won't die. If she was going to, she would have already," the blue haired man replied angrily, "And the Maggot looks like she could walk by now..."

Maggot?

Waaaait...

"Fluffy Lucario Bum Bums! Don't you treat the Destinae victims like your students! That is very impolite of you!"

Then her knight returned attentions to the girl.

"Can you walk?"

"Uhm..."

She was not sure how to answer that, but ended up nodding weakly. She felt herself move, and was set down on her feet again, where she kept close to the knight. He was much less scary.

Beside him was a smaller girl, with a cute pair of eyes and a beautiful set of scales and fins, and what looked to be the messenger bag she had taken to school with her... But that eerie stare was just too much...

Wait.

".... What's your name?" she asked curiously. The girl's eyes widened, and she kept staring for quite a bit.

"... Victoria," the girl replied, before slowly edging to the other side of the armored figure, who only wrapped a large arm around her and grinned.

"Mr.... Mr. President, sir," the girl, Victoria, said weakly, "Is she... she going to be alright?"

"Of course she is! We take her to this Dr. Takeshi person and she'll get patched up in no time!"

She must have been seeing things. These people were cosplaying... as her characters. What strange joke was this?

But she kept going. Her head hurt and Victoria had her stuff...

And the sky was looking pretty inky and black right now...

"Let's go find others... OH LOOK! OTHERS!" the knight called out, waving happily at another set of people, "HELLO OTHERS!"

The blue haired figure grunted and shook his head.

"Maggots... the whole lot of you..."

[Feather]

[Michigan, Early Spring--middle of the countryside]

"High forties, and a sunny day in the Auto-capitol."
The newsman perkily stated, to his audience on the other side of the screen. One such audience member inwardly sighed, as she pulled her knees closer to her stomach.
"Rain . . .rain it is."
This was Michigan after all, the state of many personalities--each as unpredictable as the next. Temperatures in the sixties in th middle of winter, temperatures in the low fifties in mid-June. Patting down a patch of staticy- red hair, the girl half-rolled off the couch, and lurched to her feet.

In her backpack nearby a math book containing five unfinished problems sat--but was brushed off as the girl turned toward the computer, on the kidney bean shaped table. Braid clumping down on her shoulder--the girl kicked one socked foot toward the on button--just as a eerie moan echoed about the house. As usual, no one else in the house seemed to hear it (perhaps because they went to sleep hours ago). Leaping from her chair--the girl glanced around, green-rimmed eyes wide with fright.

The dog was quiet. All was wel--then a shadow moved off to her right, just beyond the light range of the kitchen bulb. While most horror-movie stars would have walked toward the odd shadow, the girl backed away from it, just as the Unown flew at her head.

Blackness.

One minute . . .two . . .and as was usual as she woke into consciousness, she merely laid there--eavesdropping on the conversations around her lanky body frame; trying to grip the situation. Beneath her was a slab of thin concrete, had she been kidnapped? Why had that thing looked like a giant letter "F"? Then a clawed foot prodded her shoulder, none too gently, and she sat up. The thing looked like a giant yellow banana--with rows of sharp teeth, and a sinister smirk. On his head there was a slowly spreading bruise, and a girl stood frightfully in shadows to the creatures' left.
"Didn't anyone ever teach you not to knock into others?"
The girl (Feather of course) , merely blinked and looked up.
"A-ch-chilles."
The dragon snorted, and widened his eyes in amazement--just as a pair of arms wrapped around him.
"YOU ARE JUST A BIG CUDDLY MARSHMELLOW!"
Then a numbing shock spread up her tightly circled arms--as the dragon snarled:
"Let me fuckin' go . ."
Odd, in all her daydreams of meeting the Remoorians--he never got pissed at her. Wait . .fell into him?
"Of course I know not to fall into people--err..."
"You were just standing there, with one of those ugly Unown things nearby--and passed out like Aubre at a dog show."
..heh heh. That sounded like a mean hearted joke she'd write up.

--

With a rather jerky flinch, the red-head let go, and backed away from the dragon--and instead turned to the girl behind him, Aubre.
" . .I am sorry if I scared you."
"Not a problem . ."
Of course not. Well if this was a hallucination-no doubt when she had been backing away from the "shadow" she had knocked her head on the chair--might as well go with it. As the girl stared at Aubre--she noticed something. Fearful gaze, scars, and baggy hoody aside, they looked a lot a like.

--

Normally she was shy when meeting new people . .but this was a damned dream for petes sake! Nothing to be scared of.

As if to prove her wrong, a pair of golden eyes blinked in the darkness.

--

The creator of Aubre and friends smiled--and began walking toward the center of Nada . . or would have.
"Err..which way is . . err . .the Pokemon center?"
Without a word, the giant banana and trainer galloped off down a nearby alleyway.

In a dream, one just went with the flow.

(That was horrid..I have no idea what I would do . .besides realize where I was rather quickly)