"Ow," he mumbled into the grass. As Pichu helped Blazé up, a flicker of pink light caught his eye near the Carousel’s central pillar—a pillar carved to look like a wise old Celebi. The light vanished behind it.
It was the friends you found when the music almost stopped. poképark
But Pichu was already squeezing behind the pillar. There, hidden by a curtain of ivy, was a small, rusty door. The pink light flickered again from inside. Pichu, his cheeks sparking nervously, pushed the door open. "Ow," he mumbled into the grass
shouted a Scorbunny, skidding to a dramatic stop. His fur was immaculate, and he wore a small, unnecessary bandana. "The Great Blazé is here! No sad tune is going to ruin my park." It was the friends you found when the music almost stopped
The Dread Dip was a maze of echoing caves and shifting shadows. Mew guided them telepathically, but the fear was real. Gigantic shadow-Gengar lunged at them (illusions, Mew assured). The floor turned to sticky spiderwebs. Blazé’s fire-footprints kept fizzling out.
"We can't fight it," Pichu whispered. "We'd wake it up angry."
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