A young man with spikey red hair, wearing a red shirt and a simple pair of blue jeans, which gotten all dirty from the ground he was lying down on, and woke up in a rather unplesant manner. He got up into a sitting position, tucking in his legs toward him as he yawned, mouth wide open and tears formed below his eyes. He wiped his tears tiresomely and opened his eyes, revealing his mischievous golden eyes.
"Uagh.. My back." Spark's first words from his awakening kinda sounded like that of an old, cranky man. He started to rub his back, hitting it once or two.. Spark scanned his eyes around. Suddenly, he gave a dumbfound face, realizing something rather odd about his environment.
"Err.. Hold on a sec.." Spark gave another look around. He seemed to be quite surprised at the fact that NO ONE was around him. "Wait a darn minute.. This doesn't feel right..? Huh?" Spark leaned foward and started to ponder deeply.. "Why do I feel like I've been replaced?" After a brief moment of wonder, Spark laughed this off. "Pff! Whatever! I'm sure it's nothing."
Spark adjusted a shiny silver watch located around his right wrist. He slid his hands deep down in his pockets, as he began to walk away and vanished into the unknown wilderness ahead.
Unaware, a nefarious silent shadow is stalking Spark in his tracks...
-----------------Meanwhile-------------------
All the commotion around slowly began to awaken a young teen, lying uncomfortably down on the ground. Wearing apparel that was once considered perfectly clean, now completely filthy from the dirty ground.
"Ow, jeez, agh!" The boy coughed out violently as he sat up from the ground, recovering from an accidental fall he experienced earlier before losing consciousness. Though rolling down a hill doesn't seem all that hazardous especially to someone at Ikarus' age, crashing into the spikey rocks down below is undoubtably dangerous, if not painful. Coughing once more, he placed his hand on his forehead - smudging it in blood that's dripping down on the left side of his injured face. "Tah!" The boy cried displeasantly. He took a long look on his hand, now drenched in his own blood. A depressing look of explicit displeasure emerged on his face, as he was upset about attaining such an excruciating injury from such a simple and honest accident. Though it's safe to say that Ikarus has gone through worse tradegies.
"Oh, just my luck!" As Ikarus sighed his personal cheesy catchphrase, rather sarcastically and depressingly to himself. He quickly got up on his feet and took a quick look around. After he was finished, his jaw dropped open wide, his left eye twitched maniacally and his entire bloody face melted into an unpleasant mixture of anxiety and awe, as he realized he was no longer near his haven called home but now in a hellish world that reeked misfortune that was similar to Ikarus' bad luck. Trying to figure out where exactly he was, he ultimately came to the conclusion that he has just died and just entered the depths of the underworld. He became cheerful - or rather hysterical over this fact, realizing that he no longer had to suffer from his misfortunate life, considering the fact that he is now dead.. or rather, that's what he thought.
He began to smile maniacally to himself. The smile slowly shifted into a frown, realizing how illogical his conclusion actually seemed. Shaking his head in annoyance, he noticed two people nearby, both whom seemed to be a little younger then Ikarus, along with three Pokemon - two which Ikarus could not remember the names of. To him, it was a bipedal rabbit which looked rather feminine and a rather dangerous looking brownish Pikachu, alongside an Eevee. The Eevee disturbingly reminded Ikarus that he was searching for his Pokemon, a task in which he nearly forgot about.
"Wait a minute.. Sherpa! Oh, yeah! I still have to find her.. Damnit." Ikarus looked down on the ground, his head hanging frustratedly. Nonetheless, he decided to put that aside for the moment given the circumstances, and ran towards the others, hoping for a clear answer from somebody.
"Hey!!" As Ikarus reached out for their attention. Suddenly, before getting to say anything else, Ikarus tripped over something and lunged fast, crashing down on his face. His face pummeled hard into the ground, as expectedly. He ended up eating a bit of dirt, with a side of some dead grass, bits and pieces of it. He grumbled as he lifted his head off the ground to spit out a few blades of dirty grass rather disgustedy.
"Pew! Oh.. wonderful."
Ikarus wiped his dirty lips, spitting out anything remaining inside his mouth. He then checked behind him to see what exactly he tripped over. Thinking it was a large rock he tripped over, the first thing he noticed was a lifeless cloaked figure in a pool of blood. Fearfully backing away from the figure in shock was his first reaction.
"W-what the hell?!" Cried Ikarus, as he slowly positioned himself further away from the cloaked body, unsure of who or what exactly it was. The mysterious figure seemed to be blending in with the landscape perfectly, being completely still and shrouded by a similar color as the dead ground.
