Pitch couldn't agree more. The problem was, he didn't trust the shadows. That was where they had struck last time. Jumping back into them in his mind was like asking for a beat down. He wasn't ready to deal with one of those again.
Where were they?
The light was so bright in comparison to the darkness around them that it was hard to make out specific objects. And there didn't appear to be any windows, so they couldn't see out. Unless it was night time...
Suddenly, a faint giggle could be heard, cutting through the silence. Pitch tensed up once more, looking around him and seeing if anything popped out to him. The giggling grew louder and louder, until it was a full blown boisterous laugh. Pitch decided that remaining silent wasn't going to help anything.
"Okay, who are you?!" he called into the darkness.
And just like that, the light went out. Pitch made a faint squeak at the sudden change in atmosphere as he couldn't see a thing. The laughter had stopped. But something much worse could be heard: whispering. It started with one voice...then another...and another. More and more voices joined the sound as the unintelligible whispers began to wear heavy on his ears. He shut his eyes and tried to tune them out. It wasn't working.
"Stop!" he gritted his teeth and crouched down, using his paws to cover his ears, "Please!"
And the voices stopped. Except for one, a seemingly large and baritone voice sounded.
"Welcome to The Family..."
Wait...Pitch stopped trembling, his look of fear turning into one of anger. He got up and walked in front of Zap, scanning the darkness with newly found bravery. But now, he knew what he was up against. "Dim...I know you're here..."
The light came back on...no wait, all the lights came back on. A quick glance around revealed to Pitch that he was in an abandoned warehouse, presumably on the northeast side of Nimbasa City. A fair distance to travel, Pitch realized, if his hunch was correct. Waiting in the front of the warehouse stood, or rather floated, Dim.
The Dusknoir had his arms crossed, his glowing red eye shimmering darkly. Around him were a variety of Ghost and Dark Types, all grinning at the two of them.
"Well that kind of ruins the mood," Dim's voice echoed throughout the expansive and empty building, "A Pokemon that had heard of me..."
Pitch kept a set look on his face. He couldn't show fear. It's what these guys fed off of. "I've lived in Nimbasa City for a few years, you know. I know all the Pokemon factions scattered around the place."
"So you have shown me," Dim replied, rubbing his chin in thought, "Which is why, as you may know, I need to recruit some more family members."
Pitch didn't like the sound of that. Not one bit. "We're part of the Family now?"
"That's right," Dim's eye seemed to pulse with excitement, "We are going to wage war on the other factions to show them why we deserve to run this town!"
As much as he liked the sound of someone sticking it to Castol, he didn't know whether Dim should be the one to take over the town either. He'd heard stories of Lavender Town and the thought of seeing the bustling city void of people sent a chill down his spine.
"How do you plan on doing that?" he asked.
"Well, we'll start with the Crusaders, who just love to attack others, and put them in their place. Then, we hop on over to Long Horn territory and take care of those guys mighty quick. Finally, the Juggernauts will behold the mighty power of the Family!" he began to float around the room, around the two of them. "And you two are going to help me do that."
"And if we refuse?"
The Dusknoir laughed, his eye pulsing with menace, "Then I'll have no choice but to send you two to the Spirit World...one way or another."
He gulped. Dim could do that. If there was any Pokemon with the one surefire way to essentially kill another Pokemon through touch, it was the Spirit Pokemon. He sighed in defeat.
"Okay...what do you want us to do?"
Dim turned to a particular Haunter in the crowd, "See? They can learn." This got a few chuckles to which Dimcompleted his circle around them, "Now, I know Castol has a particular bounty on a specific Eevee, an Umbreon, and a Donphan. I'm assuming that Eevee would be you?" Pitch didn't move or speak, telling Dim that he was correct in his assumption, "And as for you, my little electric Raichu, I could always use some electricity to power up my facility here! They cut the power to this place a long time ago and...well, we have to be a bit conservative with our power consuming resources. We could always use your energy."
"Uh, wait!" Pitch exclaimed, stepping in front of Zap, "He's wanted by Castol, too!"
"Is he, now?" Dim floated closer, eye baring over them, "Funny. I don't recall him looking for a Raichu..."
"Yeah, he's in the same group as us!" Pitch stepped forward, "And a Lucario as well. Now tell me, you may have just me, but that may not be enough to lure Castol and his posse out. With two of us, he wouldn't resist the opportunity. Now, you don't want to have a plan being set up and not have it go through just because you didn't have enough bait on the hook?"
Pitch was hoping Dim didn't know the specifics. Castol had no idea Zap was even alive at this point. But he wasn't going to tell Dim that. After all, Zap was in the same group as everyone else...at least Pitch knew he was. For Zap's sake, he hoped he'd agree.
Dim thought for a moment, before turning around, "Hmm...you may have a point there. He can come with you."
The Dusknoir was now floating towards a closed metal door. "We will strike at night, then. In the meantime, you two can stay here in the company of your family...not like you have much of a choice." His laughter rang through the warehouse once more before walking through the metal door.
Pitch sighed in relief before turning to Zap, "He would've used you as a power source had I not intervened," he whispered, out of earshot of the other Pokemon, "I'm just thankful he bought it."
The door to the amphitheater burst open and in filtered a variety of Pokemon, from a Delcatty to an Espeon. The group of ten Pokemon surrounded the three. Entering the room last was the Houndoom, a confident smirk plastered on his face.
"Hello, my friends!" he started pacing on the outside of the circle, "I'm only going to ask once for you guys to come with us nicely. We can escort you there, or we can drag you there. Your choice!" He growled low when his eyes looked upon Glow's. The Umbreon had taken him down in such a fair swoop last night. He was hoping the three of them would attack...if only to get his revenge on that blasted Umbreon.