This is Not a Drill

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Ooog.....

Oooooff......

Lincoln felt sick. Like he was going to throw up. Everything was a mono-colored blur around him and his vision was fading in and out in weird pulses... his ears were ringing... nothing felt normal. His face clearly displayed his internal strain against all this copious stimulus information that was entering his head far faster than he could ever hope to process it and- oop nope here it comes definitely about to be sick.

He wrenched his head over to the side, trying to at least be curious and contain the inevitable results of his ungodly motion sickness. The motion didn't help his perception of the space at all, and the muddled cloud of blue that everything became nearly cause him to fall over. He clumsily righted himself before that disaster had a chance to happen. ...He also attempted to scoot away a bit, taking the temptation away from fate.

It was at this moment that Lincoln sloooowly tried to open his eyes. ...And then, he realized his eyes had not been open that entire time.

WHAT.

"AAAHHH?!!?" he yelped in a fashion that wasn't especially flattering. He was now flooded with all kinds of other concerns and questions, just to top off that intense motion sickness. "W-what?!! Where am I?!" He reached up to wipe his mouth- and then he nearly stabbed himself oh god was that a spike?!? "Th- There's something sticking out of my paw!!! What- Wh- What is going on?!?!" He looked around frantically. Was he stranded, alone, on top of this?!?

Lincoln the Lucario - 12 Energy

WaNnA bUy SoMe TeA, yOuNg LaD??

The locals of this house were absolutely getting on her nerves. The group of pokemon she approached fled before she could connect, which meant her leg met air. Her senses searched for the trio plus one, but they were nowhere to be seen, fortunately she could witness the Gourgeist as Lincoln gave a tiny scream of his own.

GOD! Why does everything here have to be such a P E S T? The lucario bolted right on back to Lincoln's position and took the responsibility of being the adult.

"No-Not interested. Bye." Once again, she attempted to take the lucario's paw and move along. Her stress was high and her blood pumped. She needed a moment to relax. She didn't want to deal with any of this nonsense any longer. It was only going to get worse from here wasn't it? She could feel the starting pangs of a headache developing in her head, just to make things worse.

G r e a t.

Lincoln was terrified of the strange gourd person and their icky, spindly hair that was making him feel ill- but seeds also weren't a bad idea... he did need items to get through the rest of this dungeon after all, he and Kira both! He looked down at the old lady's hand and she did indeed have a lot of seeds- four of them, to be exact. He didn't see anything that could heal them, but two of those seeds... looked peculiar, familiar. ...Something resembling a plan had suddenly erupted into his thoughts.

"Um, sure... can I see one?" he questioned shakily, reaching out towards her hand and looking at her. She seemed incredibly eager for him to make contact with her hand- and Lincoln had the feeling that had something to do with the fact that the hand on his shoulder was making fuzzy, colorful spots appear in his vision.

"Pleaaase, by all means," she croaked with an eerie smile.

Lincoln reached veeeery slowly at first, hesitating. Both as a ruse, and because he was actually very nervous. He could handle this for once, he thought. He wouldn't have to be saved by Kira this time.

His movements hastened their pace dramatically. He plucked the seed gingerly from the gourgeist's hand before she had a chance to try and grab him, then reared back out of her grasping clutch. "WHO YA GONNA CALL?!" he screeched as he gripped down on the seed, cracking it. He then tossed the active item directly into her face.

The gourgeist's face twisted into one of shock an confusion before she vanished completely from view. Her seeds clattered to the ground harmlessly, where Lincoln promptly gathered them up. ...Finder's keepers, right? A sense of relief washed over him as his stamina quickly began returning upon the gourgeist's vanishment.

"...Hey Kira, I got seeds!!!"

Lincoln the Lucario - 1 Energy

Lincoln N O-oh...huh, he actually handled it. She was about to just yank him away from the old hag when it seemed as if she was handled for her. She blinked in surprise as her aura reached out every which way to search for her. There was a slight problem, however, since the pain started in her head, the aura around her seemed almost blindingly bright and fuzzy. It was confusing.

Still, she didn't sense the gourgeist.

"Lincoln," she paused, clearly too impressed to speak, "That was actually pretty-"

WAIT-what were those shapes coming towards them?

Her gaze snapped back to the way the little ghost children came from. She could not visibly see them, but she could pick up on the shape of a large coffin, an irritated floating...head? Where was the rest of its body? And...was that a toy?

The Golett, Frosslass, and Cofagrigus approached, clearly angered as they received word that the young ones of the mansion were disturbed. They were slow at first, ready to creep up on them, but now that Kira looked back there, they picked up their speed to a mad dash.

"TIME TO GO-" Kira ordered. Just as she did, a door appeared just to their side. Out of nowhere. It made no sense. Still, Kira knew they weren't going to outpace the frosslass...so maybe they could use the house's confusing mechanics to their favor? Without even a second thought, she flung the door open and shoved Lincoln inside. She stepped through it and slammed the door shut. She could hear the earsplitting shriek of the frosslass on the other side of the door. It cut off, the aura was gone. The house had moved.

When the buzzing feeling suddenly condensed behind Lincoln he was sure he was in for more shit. There were, after all, only two possible sources: it was either another ghost pokemon coming to do... whatever that old lady just did, or it was Kira. Lincoln wasn't sure which of those two options was scarier. He turned around just as the buzzing feeling suddenly.... vanished for a moment? Behind him was Kira, but she didn't seem the same as she had been acting before.

Oh.

Was she...?

Was she about to compliment him?!

Now Lincoln was in shock, totally ready to receive a compliment because he was tentatively confident that that was what was about to happen? Or wait- she could be about to scold him too. That could be equally likely. Maybe she just hadn't realized that she was angry yet, and any second now she was going to remember and be disappointed. At this point, the newly-evolved Lucario was holding his breath really hard at this point.

-*Oh GOD NO more ghosts.*

"aaaaAAAH-!"

Lincoln didn't register much else beyond that point, as the adrenaline kicked in and the nerves took over. All he knew for sure was that Kira was trying to drag him somewhere.