Storm at the Vile Villa

"F*ck, Sofa don't fall over now," Maya called in worry, unraveling her arms from her body and trying to urge the Pokemon up. Bo, now an Ampharos, trudged forward and picked Lex up out the mud... Wait mud? Suddenly Maya realized that the snow had receded and instead they were standing in grassy mud. It was still cold, but not near as bad, and the flurries had turned into big fat rain drops that splattered them. She hadn't even noticed. The sky was dark and foreboding and Maya felt a chill slowly crawl up her spine. The kid that chilled every bone and her body and prickled in the back of her neck. The tags on her arms crackled under the layers of sleeves.

"Bo can you try giving him a start?" Maya coughed.

"Amphaaaaaaa..." Bo bleated, holding Lex in one stumpy arm, and hesitantly poking Sofa with a few strong sparks with the other hand.

Maya meanwhile tried to pick Marcus out of the mud, where he had fallen face down.

"Come on we've gotta make it to that building!" She said, holding his face out of the mud, despite him being unconscious. She fiddled with Dororo's Pokeball.

Sofa freaked out at the shocks and swung at the source with his claw. I'm not unconscious! I'm just exhausted...I can't go anymore. He dropped his face back into the mud as he didn't even have the strength to hold that up. Lex wriggled out of Bo's arm and hopped down onto the ground. He got right in Sofa's face and held it up with his two long, ear-like hands, squishing his cheeks together comically. "Wy. Wynaut? Wy wyna!" He then took a step back and saluted as if he was a Wobbuffet, "WYYYNAUT!"

The Vigoroth looked up with incredibly tired eyes and saw Lex's mother cheering him on through her son. Her and Marcus were the only ones that ever could get him off his lazy butt. Sofa's figure began to glow as he placed his palm on the wet ground, trying to stand up one more time. Slowly his claw turned into a hand and he rose to one knee, his shoulders broadening and his chest muscles growing. As Sofa stood tall, his belly bulged and his head changed shape. As his glow dissipated, his color scheme of his coat matched Marcus' perfectly, down to his white hair\bandana around his neck. He walked over to Marcus and Maya, grabbed his friend's arm and threw him over his shoulders in a fireman carry.

He walked with purpose as they approached the building, because he reaaaaaally wanted to take a nap.

Lex hurriedly followed behind, latching onto Bo's leg as they moved towards the looming mansion. He clung on not out of fear, but out of need for transportation; his little legs not able to keep up with Sofa's long gait. When they reached the gray, rickety-looking building, Sofa let go of Maya.

He then kicked in what appeared to be the back door to the mansion and walked in, placing Marcus on the nearest carpet. Once he checked Marcus' temperature and breathing; he splayed out on the ground next to him, arms outstretched and chest heaving as he finally took a much needed break.

Sofa's thoughts came to him much more articulately now than they ever had before. I've...never been...so tired...in my entire life. Arceus, did I miss being tired. Oh man...I forgot how nice it was to just lay down and not have energy. Not want to just go running full sprint all day, every day. As long as we have a few moments...I think I'll just rest my eyes for a bit.....just for a bit.

Sofa's eyes closed as he finally got his well deserved nap.

Maya felt absolutely weightless now as she was dropped just outside the back door, on her back. Her chest heaved as she looked at a dirty broken top of a porch, her heart stunningly clear in her ears. There was also something else in her ears... or was it her head? A strange high pitched soft giggling.

Whats so funny? She thought. She reached for a Pokeball, and out popped Dororo, the Frogadier exceedingly concerned for his trainer. He pulled her inside and Maya heard the giggling get louder. She wanted to pitch and tell Dororo that this was not good. She had to get out of here... but the inside of her head had turned into smoke, and her thoughts seemed to drown in a mental sludge.

"Froooga?" Dororo questioned, his trainer in concern as he pulled her onto the rug. 

Maya stood, swaying slightly. She slowly unbuttoned and unzipped her thick layers of jackets and let them drop, leaving on her normal sandy colored clothes and the hood. She even dropped her bag. 

"Frooooga...?" Dororo questioned again.

"Hehe," Maya giggled, green eyes blank and empty except for a strange light in them. A few cleanse tags fell out of her sleeves, the ink run into a dark mess. She looked around for a moment before aimlessly wandering about. 

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Front Entrance btw:

Marcus continued to lay comatose on the ground as his friend slept next to him, his heaving chest and heavy breathing a stark contrast to Marcus' soft inhalations. Marcus' face was calm and relaxed as he barely made a sound in his unconscious state; he gave no indication that he was going to come out of it any time soon.

Alexander rode in on his trusty...imaginary horse, noble and triumphant, the long bulb-like top to his balloon body flowing in the wind. He had been left behind when Bo was pulled back into her ball, so he had to get up the old-fashioned way. When it stopped, he dismounted his "steed" and patted it in thanks, and then turned to see his companions laying on the floor. His smile stayed ever present, but his tail beat the ground in frustration at his older friend sleeping while Marcus was in such a vulnerable state. He walked over to Sofa and then hopped on his belly. "WY! Wy, wy, wy, wy" With every hop, he called to his friend, trying to wake him up.

His feet started to glow a bright blue as he Splashed on Sofa's now very bouncy belly; forgetting what he was angry about. "WY!" His smile grew as he did flips and spins midair over the sleeping Slaking.

“Hello? Is someone here?!”

Lex's head swiveled at the call off in the recesses of the house and fell awkwardly onto Sofa's spongy belly, bouncing off trajectory and landing on Marcus' chest. He quickly stood up and patted his trainer's body in apology, "Wy...wynaut. Wynaut wy..."

He then turned to face where the call came from, but soon realized he was the only one able to protect Marcus, so he stood on his chest with determination and resolve not to move from this spot and protect his father figure, despite him showing no sign of waking.

Nicole jolted slightly from her position in front of the door to the room she had seen something run into. "What was that?!" She muttered to herself. She was really starting to get freaked out about all the noises around her. Shaking her head, she reached up to her bag and grabbed the familiar Pokeball her hand always knew to go to. "Nero, can you come out please? I don't think I want to be alone right now...." She whispered before opening the ball and letting the Vulpix out. Nero exited the ball with a yawn and looked around not sure of what to think of about his surroundings.

"I know that you were expecting the Desert Wastes. I was too. But we're stuck here until the storm stops." She said quietly to the Vulpix before looking at the slightly cracked open door in front of her. "Also... I saw something go in here." She said softly pushing the door open fully and stepping in with Nero following in behind her.

There was nothing in the room.

"I could have sworn...!" Nicole started to say but stopped herself. Nero looked at her confused. Nicole merely looked down at him, matching his expression with her own slightly fearful covered confusion.