Donas stared blankly ahead, watching the bushes and trees pass him by uneventfully and in the dark. What time was it now? He didn't know, he didn't care. What did it matter? He would be awake day or night and the sun would never rise whatever the time would be. The eternal night was slowly becoming his only sense of comfort. He was beginning to set into the role of night dweller. This was his place, his natural habitat. The darkness was made to form how he wanted it to be. Light is unnecessary. The thought would flutter in an out of his mind at intervals and every time it passed he would slowly become more and more convinced.
What was the function of the sun? To comfort them with rays of light? To help them see in the darkness? To drive away the fear, the unfamiliar life in the shadows? To keep them happy? He didn't need the comfort of the sun, and neither did anyone else. Some pokemon didn't appreciate it anyhow. Some had taken the time to complain about life, forgetting the gifts they get for free when the sun rose every morning. Donas had been one of these pokemon. When the sun had gone it was like a drug that he needed to survive. It was devastating. The first week of sleeplessness had been draining. Fatigue gripped him like a disease. He was still tired. Now, he was just used to it.
Donas tripped over a tree root, cursing under his breath as he stumbled forward and collided inevitably into the ground. He lay there for a while, not feeling the urge to stand up or containing the drive to try if he had. Momentary pain stung his numbed body. Maybe... Maybe if he lay here a while eh would sleep. Slowly the poor Cranidos closed his eyes, trying to sink into the darkness of subconsciousness. He had seen pokemon that could sleep. Fidgeting and fighting whatever they saw in their dreams. Some would wake up screaming. Others would still think the dream was real, seeing the images that had hidden behind their eyelids in the physical world. In the midst of their night terrors they would injure other or themselves. He remembered it happening to a Pachirisu in particular. The pokemon had gotten so scared that it had run off into the woods down here. Donas and others had tried to help, venturing in here to see if they could find the little rodent. So far there was no success. Some quit. Others didn't even leave the forest. Donas himself would come in here daily, sometimes spending uncountable amount of time.
His eyes shot open suddenly, red eyes darting two and fro from the sound of jingling. He had heard this sound before. Before him the source of the sound came into view, sliding from a tree in front of him like a dead traveler. Misdreavous it was. He had seen that pokemon on and off, coming near him time and time again. Like it always did it turned towards him, expressive eyes twinkling with recognition and mouth forming into a smile.
"Come on...!" It said, its voice like a hum in his ears. It always did this. Telling him to come on, but where? Mechanically Donas stood, legs unsteady under him. Come on! The voice echoed in his head over and over, but the Misdreavous never moved. He couldn't tell if it was talking to him or not. Seeing him comply the Misdreavous flipped around and cruised away from him. "Come on...!" Automatically he followed. First as a trot and then into a full out run. Where was it going? He couldn't even tell. The path always seemed the same, however. Straight until it started to disappear away from him. Is it real? Donas asked himself the question every time he saw it. Was this pokemon reality or another hallucination? He had to know and he didn't think he would know until he finally caught up. Even now the image of the Misdreavous was getting smaller as it dwindled into the night. Slow down! He screamed in his mind.
Donas ran faster, trying to keep up with the lighting-fast pokemon. It didn't matter how long they'd been here. That Misdreavous was just so energetic, ready to play chase every time it saw him. However, he was tired, so very tired. The strain of running put a toll on his body, making his breathing seem labored and his legs protest from movement. Only his determination kept him going. He would catch that pokemon. Now, or later. He would catch it. Donas' heart fell, finally seeing the pokemon leave his sight. No! Not again! Wait! He ran as fast as he could. Ignoring the thudding of his heart, the sounding of his breathing in his ears, and the pulse of the headache coming on. In moments that felt too long Donas burst through the bushes, finally out of the forest. Ahead of him the city showed itself. He looked around wildly, trying to find the pesky Misdreavous, but it was gone... Gone as it always was. Always from his sight.
"Where did you go..?" He whispered, unable to put together the mystery. Automatically he looked up, seeing the castle of Darkrai, looming above them all like a powerful force. There? He could imagine the pokemon in the sky, that smile on its face, speeding towards the castle. Maybe that's where it wanted him to go. Oh, he could always imagine why. The castle, dark as it looked, maybe him think of paradise. A realm of beds, of comfort. Like another world that would bring him to sleep as soon as he stepped through the doors. How that would be wonderful. A small smile came upon his lips. Oh, how he wished to be up there. In comfort. In paradise.
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Donas yawned, walking through the depths of the city. He searched for the homes of his friends, trying to find out if they had found any news of that Pachirisu, but as always, his memory failed him. Where had they lived before? Remembering was such hard work. He shook his head, chasing away the blurry images of their faces. It didn't matter. He needed to find a place to rest for a while. Maybe... Yes.
His aimless wondering brought him in a automatic path. He knew where to step, which way to turn, but he had no idea where he was going. As he traveled, his ears eventually picked up the sounds of a violent altercation. Misdreavous? Maybe it had gotten caught up in something. He sprinted towards the sound. Eager for it to be the body of the pokemon he was most familiar with. He came upon a home, but it didn't lead him to the ghost pokemon. Instead, it brought him into a brawl between a Joltik and some Lucario. There were a couple other pokemon around as well. Donas groaned, unhappy.
"What are you guys doing?" He asked in an irritable tone to the group. Unhappy with the fact that they weren't Misdreavous.
OOC: I assume that they're still at the house. I've been half reading this thing. XD And yes, stupid reply is stupid.
