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EVENT: WHO'S THAT POKEMON?

For the residents of Wayward Pines, the 19th is just your typical boring Monday. The sun is shining. The birds are chirping.

Until suddenly, they're not.

That's the first sign. Maybe you don't even notice — you're far too busy with your nine-to-five, or maybe even by poolside, blissfully ignorant to the trouble brewing just out of sight, or to the fact that SPF 15 is basically just water anyway. Or maybe you aren't quite so lucky. You notice the birds have gone silent. You feel the eyes upon you, unseen but still raising goosebumps on the back of your neck.

And then from the woods, that telltale scream.

No, two screams, then three, then five, then more than a dozen. You can't count them, can't figure out which direction they're coming from. It's like they're all around you now. Even above you. Now you spot them on the rooftops — god, they're huge, you can't even fathom how they made it up there unnoticed.

But they're not playing at stealth anymore. One leaps off the roof, a single fluid bound on long thick limbs, and barely lands on the sidewalk for a moment before it lunges at the nearest person — your neighbor mowing his lawn, or maybe the woman carrying that armful of bags out of French's Grocery — long claws slicing through their flesh like a hot knife through butter. Then comes another, and another. Into the streets, the backyards, and the ill-timed pool parties, tearing through every living soul they can find.

By nightfall, the creatures have retreated back into the woods en masse, but anyone foolish enough to wander too far from the safety of their homes runs the risk of being picked off one by one if they're not careful. The 20th and 21st follow a similar pattern; during the day, the Sheriff and a team of volunteers comb through the woods looking for survivors, and during the night, these creatures do much the same.

The morning of the 22nd dawns with the last of the vicious "murder potatoes" (as Linda had hysterically dubbed them on the first day while wielding a butcher's knife with astonishing proficiency) have fallen, and the danger is gone.

For now, anyway. The questions they leave behind, however? Those are here to stay.

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This is a catch-all for any and all threads pertaining to the Who's That Pokemon event! It covers the battle on the 19th and the lingering danger over the course of the 20th and 21st.

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OTA all throughout the town

[Skye happens to be out when things go to hell. She hears the screams, and despite how many times she’s heard it by now, it’s still not something she can get used to. Then there’s more than one, and it’s suddenly a choir of screams. It’s clearly coming from the other side of town, which doesn’t exactly make her feel any better, but she does finish with what she had to do before she could go home.

That was cut pretty short when someone goes shooting past her yelling at everyone to run. Daring to look back in the direction they had just come from, Skye instantly realized why and instead of freezing up, she started running as fast as she could. She had never seen anything like that before, but it was very clear that whatever it was, was not friendly. She needed to get home and get her gun that came in the mail a few months ago.

Skidding to a halt when she sees someone frozen in fear, Skye quickly runs over to grab them roughly by the arm, dragging them if she has to, whatever it takes to get them to move. She can hear screaming in the distance and it isn’t long until she sees someone being torn apart. Somehow she manages to get the hell out of there without the creature paying attention. Or maybe it was just too distracted with its meal.

Finally at home, Skye slams the door shut and locks it, as if that will matter much. Grabbing her gun from its hidden place in her house, Skye is on the phone asking if anyone has any bullets that would fit her gun.

She would be a coward if she just chose to stay in her house, and she knew even there that she wasn’t safe. Which is why she goes back out once the coast is mostly clear. It’s not long before she’s using her gun one of the creatures to try and get them off someones tail. She offers help where she can, and is more than willing to team up with others.]

Closed to Mike

[She’s been fighting off these creatures to the best of her ability for god knows how many hours now and she’s exhausted. Not to mention she’s got blood and other bodily fluids on her from others she’s either managed to help save, or that she’s watched die. The past couple of weeks have been hell for her, with the incident at her mother’s party, and then her mother suddenly disappearing? Yeah. This is just the icing on the cake for her.

She’s managed to find a hiding spot now, as she had quickly realized that they didn’t seem to care about going into buildings. She just needed a quick break before she went back out there. You know, some time to cry and try not pass out from exhaustion and witnessing all of that terror.]

[Mike's been struggling with memories - that is, little pieces of a bigger picture, slowly eking into Mike's brain and leaving him all twisted up in the wake of the violence and bloodshed. He sees images of a girl and a monster, and the thing rips into her stomach. He sees corpses hanging in a rocky, decrepit room. He sees a girl collapse to her knees, and outside the door, he sees a man's head, rolled up on the porch--

He jerks back into alertness where he's also found himself hiding. There's a citizen nearby he doesn't recognize who has been ripped a-fucking-part, and his stomach does awful flips. Go figure, the week he gets his stitches removed, this all happens, huh? He still feels sore and stiff on his feet, but now that he's got a shotgun courtesy of the sheriff's department, he can at least keep himself a step ahead. Alive. That's what matters. Stay alive.

He's made a bolt for an open door, where he's pretty sure someone had ran out only to get dragged off; he just needs... somewhere. To recollect himself. His mind is all fractured, fucked up, and he feels like he's on the verge of hysterics if he doesn't stop to compose himself.

Not much later after he goes inside, he hears the door again.

...

Wait - the monsters don't use doors. Do they?]

Who's there??

[Skye had just closed the door and was walking further into the building, gun raised just in case. Although she had learned rather quickly that they didn't go down for too long even if she emptied an entire magazine on them. She was quickly running out of ammo too, which was just great.

Losing the ability to breathe for about five seconds when she hears a sudden noise, Skye's hand is gripping her gun so tight that her knuckles have turned white. At least until she connects the dots and realized it was someone talking. Not just someone, actually, because it sounded like...]

Mike?

[Moving further inside, Skye spotted him after a few seconds and was more than a little relieved to find someone actually alive. Was that a shot gun he was holding?]

Where did you get that?

[Mike had sagged with utmost relief when he hears the familiar voice. Sure, Skye had a hidden reason for being exasperated and Done with him, but at this point? He'll take whatever he can fucking get. And he liked Skye, for what it was all worth, especially when she'd been so willing to give him a hand.

He steps out from the shadows, smiling a little. He's got a few little claw marks across his shoulder — and it burns like a motherfucker — but they're not deep at all, and bled just enough. Got fucking lucky, is what he got. His injured hand is still bandaged up, healing slower than the rest of him, but he seems to be handling it well.]

Skye? Holy shit. You alright?

It's been fucking crazy out there.

[Her eyes were immediately drawn to the claw marks on his shoulder and her stomach gave a lurch. He had been hurt. Again. How had he managed to get away from the creature though?]

I'm fine. Well, not fine, because what the hell is going on?!

[All of them are in over their head.]

Are you okay? Is that from them?

[Skye steps closer to him to get a better look, eyes drifting from the marks to his face.]

Fuck if I know, honestly! One minute everything was calm — the next those... things, they're screaming. I think they must be what was screeching their heads off in the forest.

[He touches a hand gingerly to his shoulder, glancing sparingly at it.]

... I'm alright. This is nothin', just a few scratches.

I got really lucky I didn't end up...

[He bites his lip.]

They remind me of something. I don't know what. I think — maybe my memory's trying to come back.

[Moving to stand by him instead of away from him, Skye moves to lean against the wall for a minute. It's tempting to just slide down to the floor and rest but there's no time for that.

When he mentions how he feels like he's seen something like them before, Skye looks over to him in concern.]

I don't remember ever seeing anything like this.

[She knew staying in here was not only a risk, but she should also be out there trying to help people. Even if right now she felt like it was hopeless as they were clearly being overrun by these creatures.]

Which way did you come from?

[He nudges his head to the side, pointing the direction he'd rushed here from.]

Down the street. I was outside when it all started -- fucking nuts.

[He runs a hand over his forehead, and it throbs painfully.]

Wonder if that's what happened to me out there. Maybe that's why I was in the hospital. I can hardly believe I survived that kind of shit, if that's really what happened...

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Skye | Agents of SHIELD | OTA | TW for gory death later on in the comments

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sorry for how long this took, my inbox is a niiightmare zoooone

You're fine! It was a busy week for me last week so I get it.

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