You've been replaced, Icarus. You aren't needed.
Those words echoed through Icarus' head. Wilson was his best, his first friend. Why would he say this? Why now? What was wrong with him? And replaced? Really?
From the shadows, Syvery walked forth with a devilish grin on her face. She charged a Swift, and was itching to pull the trigger.
"Buh bye, Icarus." Wilson waved and turned around, despite Icarus shrieking, telling him to snap out of it. Swift was charged up, and Syvery fired. It was over.
*REALITY*
Icarus shot up with a gasp. His head darted around - and he was back in his room? How? Did Violet put him there?... No, it was Syvery. She was sleeping, she must've been tired after moving him. How thoughtfu-
You've been replaced, Icarus.
Icarus shook his head, trying to expel that thought, that line from his head. He wasn't replaced. It's just a new friend, one who actually took him into his room, despite an obvious size (and therefore, weight) difference. It really was nice... what was that smell? Icarus looked around once more, and noticed a Pokepuff and a drink of some sort on the counter closest to him. Syvery must've left this here. She really is nice. I have to thank her. He thought. He tried getting up, but instead fell off of the bed. His legs refused to work, and it hurt a lot more than usual when he fell. He yelped in pain, and covered his mouth with his front paw after remembering Syvery was sleeping. He didn't want her to wake up, but if he needed help, the only one who could help in that very moment was her. Icarus didn't know where Violet was, or even if she was in the room. Instead of trying any further, Icarus stayed sprawled out on the floor in pain.