The voices grew louder as I approached a room and went inside. The sounds came from directly below me and I pressed my ear to the floor to hear them. From what I can remember... it went like this:
A Nurse Joy: "...yes indeed, we had a very nice time today. I feel as if I have had too much cake. Too much indeed."
An Officer Jenny: "I am glad it all went well. The leftovers can go and feed our Growlithes. I am sure they will be happy."
A Nurse Joy (not sure if it was the same one): "Now now, ladies, I have some news for you all."
There was much commotion then silence.
That Nurse Joy continued: "Firstly, I am delighted to announce that those two eggs we were worried about have both hatched well. We now have an extra Growlithe and a Chansey to add to our teams."
There was a positive shared murmur of confirmation.
The same Nurse Joy spoke again when silence took the room once more: "Secondly, it grieves me to announce that a Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny have died today. Jenny Saffron and Nurse Joy Celadon. These two people were last seen together earlier today and found an hour ago. It can only be assumed that their attacker killed both at the same time. We have covered up the murder and told their respective Mayors that the women have both gone into early retirement. It has fit well with the festival timing, so we will not have to publicly reveal this information. Instead, we can get the attackers ourselves and deal with them personally and ruthlessly. That being said, we are now two staff members short. Tonight, we are able to gain one replacement. Here we have a Drowzee for the procedure and a Ditto as well."
A Jenny said: "Where is the candidate?"
The Nurse Joy happily replied: "She is right above us, listening to our conversation."
I was horrified. They were talking about me. About making me one of them. No... no... no, this could not happen, this would not bloody happen to me. Bloody freaks. I stepped up, ready to throw my Pokémon out... and... collapsed.
--
I awoke to find myself tied to a chair. Tied to another bloody chair. Of all the bloody things to happen! My hands, feet, arms, legs and head were all tied up. I couldn't move an inch. I was well and truly caught. I had no idea where my Pokémon were, and I doubted I could get to my cellphone... since there were now ten Nurse Joys and ten Officer Jennys all staring at me. I looked down (as far as my eyes would bloody managed... it bloody hurt being tied up like this) and I saw a glass cup and a painted red Pokéball sign spread across the tabletop.
The Nurse Joys and Jennys began to chant:
"Accipias et animæ comedet eos! Accipias et praesta animæ insignis virtute! Accipias animæ sanguinem et benedic hoc! Accipias animæ atque unum facias!"
Two Chanseys helped the Drowzee onto the table and made sure it was sprawled out in a star shape onto the painted Pokéball. Two more Chanseys entered the room with a cushion that had a Ditto on it. The Ditto was... dead and bloody... and in a literal sense, not an "oh bloody hell" sense, well that too but... well you understand. Maybe.
The chanting continued and one of the Nurse Joys stood up and picked the glass cup up from the table that was before me. She held it up to inspect it, then seeming happy, she suddenly chanted: "Paint the ball, cut the Pokémon! Paint the ball, cut the Pokémon!"
She pulled out a knife and stabbed Drowzee. The wound drained blood into the glass, lots of it, almost filling it to the top, and then the glass was put to the dead Ditto. Blood dripped from its cuts and gaping holes into the glass. The Nurse Joy swirled the mixture around and then held it up, the chanting getting more intense as she did so. And then silence. Each Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny stared right at me. The glass was pressed to my lips. I tried to move my head, to avoid drinking it. Perhaps Purple could help me, maybe Andrew had followed me... maybe that friend of Purple's... Cyan... no... not even my Uncle Gio could help me now.
The Nurse Joy saw that I resisted and so forced it into my mouth. I stared in horror as the awful thick liquid slithered down my throat. I could do nothing but cry and gurgle screams.
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I awoke once again and was right back in the room where I had heard the voices coming from below. Wooper was still casting Mist about me. The Pokémon looked really tired yet still held some of its merriness as it plodded along dancing happily but slowly. I sensed the area was brighter than before and I realised of course... it must be near morning! Bloody hell, what the bloody heck had just happened. It had happened, I was sure of it... sure... It couldn't have been a dream. No, I was sure it had happened. I could remember drinking the blood, of having it forced down me against my will. I could still feel the rope on my limbs.
What the bloody hell had just happened? Confused, I headed back to the way I had entered. If anything, I wanted to be out of here. I used Gastly to get out (he seemed to be back to his usual mood now) and after I achieved a long distance away from the Pokémon Center
Did it happen? It couldn't have been a dream. Perhaps the Drowzee had messed with my mind to make me think I was crazy, to cover up the Nurse Joys' real intentions, but was the Drowzee still alive? Had I imagined it being sacrificed? What really happened?
Not knowing what else to do, I took my time to rest and get my senses back in order. After a little while sitting, I found I could think clearer, breath easier. Maybe it was just a dream, a cruel prank.
But then I noticed two drops of blood on my coat.
Keep on... keep on...
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