City of Ambrosia

[Guu]

“Thanks for the honor to photograph you your majesty!”

Sylveon and gang were packing up after a long photoshoot.

“It’s all good.” She said in her familiar monotone. “You’re free to use the green screen anytime.”

Sylveon looked flabbergasted.

“I don’t know what to say, thank you so much.”

“You can repay me with good films and photographs.”

“Will do!”

Guu walks off the set and out of the room, leaving the Pokemon to their clean up.


She occupied one of the guest bedrooms as she lay down, watching the ceiling. The accomplished feeling from that morning hadn’t left at all. Instead it has increased tenfold. Now Ambrosia has a means of making OM outside merch, and now she has a film crew that could possibly establish an art scene for her city. She felt content with this day so far. She wondered to herself if it could get much better.

She wondered if she could make it a solid three. But then it struck her.

Reaching into her stomach, she pulled out that yellow key. The words “Cubic Zirconia” still etched in it’s surface. She had completely forgot about it with all the recent events.

‘I bet there’s something good behind that door.’ She thought, clutching the key between her fingers.

Climbing out of that bed, she sprints out the door.


The city was empty with everyone off doing the harvest, so nothing stood in her way as she made it out of town. However, where there was original only one door, now there were three.

Confused, she inspected each one. They were identical to each other with exception of their color. Along with the banana yellow one, there was also now a green one, and a purple one.

‘Whoever is setting this up... must have more keys to find...’ She though, curious.

Deciding to ignore them, she moves to stand in front of the yellow door. She shoves the key into the lock, the door starts to glow a bright light. She turns the key and opened it. Suddenly, either through curiosity or mind control, she felt herself walking forward through the passageway without looking what was ahead, the door slamming shut behind her.

To be Continued in “The First Door”