"We're fine, and ... still a zombie" Alex responded to Jude and Maker, hesitating at the attempted humor. "This body is pretty tired though, and so is meour mind. This telellethpy is really intense," he continued, grabbing a pokeball from a pocket. Alex recalled the bitey pokemon from his arm and handed the pokeball to Jude. "Can you take care of this one for us? We're gonna try disconnecting," he explained, draping himself over Arcanine's back. Espeon lept up to sit next to him, and they both closed their eyes. Within moments, Alex was out like a light, and Espeon had opened his eyes again.
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Alex found himself standing in the middle of a field. The ground felt slightly springy beneath his feet, almost like after a light springtime rain. Chest-high pinkish grass extended to the horizons, and was maybe the softest thing he'd ever felt. In the distance were mountains of... He squinted his eyes. Were those pokemon treats? He picked a direction and started walking. Above him, the sky was thinly overcast in a distinctly un-cloudlike way. It was almost like someone had stretched a giant, light grey sheet between the ground and the sun. It was still bright, but not blue and without a sun in sight. As he walked, the mountains didn't seem to get any closer. The parallax was all wrong, things near the horizon distorted in strange ways he wasn't used to.
Soon he caught sight of a swarm of Alexes. There were at least ten. They were all running around, picking up random objects and setting them in arbitrary places, acting busy. One Alex rose from below the pink grass carrying a tea kettle, scurried over to another, equally grassy area, and bent down. He then stood up carrying a step stool. Alex changed his direction so as to not get closer. They seemed busy and he didn't want to interrupt.
Alex turned his head and suddenly saw Espeon next to him, standing on top of the grass? Legs locked in a standing position, he seemed to float along at chest level as Alex walked. "it feels like you're walking on meow skin, weird." Espeon's voice seemed to come from the sky above him and the ground beneath him. The sound echoed off the mountains in the distance.
Alex looked down, realizing the grass wasn't grass at all, but rather Espeon's fur. Well, that explained why it was so soft. Alex ran his hands through it again, and the earth beneath him purred. "So, where are we?" Alex asked, watching a group of Arcanines doing somersaults with eachother. Their tounges flopped out of their mouths, while they wore goofy expressions on their faces. "And why are there so many of me, and Arcanine?"
"mrrrrr... my mind I guess. meow don't know what you mean about bunches of yous though," the world spoke.
"You mean you don't see the mountains of treats in the distance? Or the endless field of your fur?"
"no... i just hear your voice in my head, and two tiny feet on my skin. your feet, i guess. meow feel totaly awake, tired though," Alex felt Espeon's voice rumble through his feet. "even when i close meow eyes, i just see darkness, like normal."
"Wow, that's really interesting," Alex expressed genuinely.
"mrrrr... well, your body is still uncionscous, so we should probably do something about that. but not now, im tired. hey, while youre in there, pet me some more," Espeon spoke, as the floating version of him faded away.
Alex obliged, the fur was quite soft and enjoyable to pet anyway. The whole earth purred.
