Within Mt. Mortar | morning
As soon as Koin has closed his eyes, he was swept into a dream. He felt himself drifting off, with the thought of his new teammates, when the soft moonlight shined down on him. The Jolteon turned to his side, and knew the first image, the first person, he would see, would be Master. It was a dream the Lightning Pokemon had experienced many times, and he figured he would dream of it many more until he could finally get over his trauma of letting his friend die.
An infected Grumpig stood in front of him, trying to hit him with a well-placed Brick Break. "Be careful, my little Eevee!"
Master shouted fretfully as Koin used Yawn to lull the offending Pokemon to sleep. He sighed; the 'Eevee' could remember as he used Headbutt repeatedly in his adrenaline, not caring to use any other move. Maybe if he had used or taken care of this stupid
Grumpig faster, he would have been able to protect Master and keep him alive.
But it was too late. Koin used Headbutt on the Grumpig's head, causing it too fall off and black ooze to fall out. He heard the muffled yelp and a frightened scream come out of his Master, and turned to see the Scyther zombie stabbed his trainer again and again through the stomach, straight from the back. In his dream, the Eevee scrunched up his nose and attempted to close his eyes as he smelled the blood seep onto Master's clothing, creating an awful stench of death. Koin wanted, needed
, to close his eyes, but alas, he couldn't. It was not what happened in the memory, so it could not happen in the dream.
It seemed like a time skip for Koin, and he was suddenly next to his dying friend on the ground. "Remember these Technical Machines, Koin?"
Master quietly murmured as he took out two discs. "I want you to use them on yourself. They'll... help you."
Koin whimpered. It was always Master that used the Technical Machines, not him! The Eevee started to lick the blood off of his trainer, ignoring the horrible taste it left on his tongue. Master just need to cleanse himself of the injury, that's what he needed.
Koin knew what would happen, but he didn't try to stop it. Never once did the Jolteon have a dream based on pure random; it was always based on memory, a twisted memory or bad decision that Koin could not changed. Master slowly dove his hand into his bag, pulling out a Thunderstone. "I want you to survive...
" They both stared at the stone, one with uncertainty and fear, and one with sad calmness. "I love you, Koin, never forget."
The Eevee felt his eyes water, pawing his beloved friend on the face, begging him to live.
The answer was always a slight shake of the head, and Koin closed his eyes in despair. The Eevee would feel his paw being raised by a soft hand, then lowered to be on the two TMs. He gulped down a yowl, wanting to yell and hope it would bring Master back in good health. Koin felt the Thunderstone being placed atop his small Eevee head, and felt himself changing, taking the stone into his very being, and when he opened his eyes, Koin was a fully-evolved Jolteon, with his dead friend before him. The Jolteon sat down next to his deceased trainer, whimpering and pressing his head against the hand of Master, hoping for a sign a life. The answer was always death.