-William-
William looked at Tini, and say "No, I'm not an outlaw..." and he closed my eyes, taking in deep breaths. He stood up, and then walked back into the room to get some sleep, but he heard the Bidoof ranting and raving about how someone broke into his room and took a look in his book. He sighed, got up, and then walked into the crew rooms, and then paced around. After a few restless attempts at napping, he said "No sleep today, I guess. No sleep."
He climbed the ladder to get to the Mission Boards and take a look at what he could get for a mission. There was a sketching of a sableye on the outlaw boards. Wanted for stealing items from the stalls, somehow slinking away without being caught. He had made some sort of suit that conceals the jewels on his back, and makes him hard to see in the dark, and he's suspected of stealing over 1000 pokê worth of items. He read the rest. 1000 pokê reward, minus the 'guild wages', that means 100 poke for each of us. He's apparently level 30, so the four of us could probably take him. He grabbed the mission, and walked outside in search of Samuel. Although, when William climbed the ladder to go outside, it didn't lead outside; it led to the basement of some building. The walls were stone, a fire was lit but there weren't any pokemon in sight. The floor was absolutely covered in hay, and there was an odor that was so putrid that it would make even the foulest, nastiest pokemon choke. There was a wooden door on the other side of the room, and a set of stairs. He turned back to go into the guild again, but the entryway was no longer there, so he turned back around, walking to the stairs and going up them. After he opened the door, and looked inside, he closed the door. The room it led to was the exact same basement. He went back down the stairs, and opened the wooden door.
He walked in; suddenly it got loud. An intense whispering of five voices drummed in my head, getting louder and more hateful as he listened. He walked down the corridor, and turned to the right; there was no other way to go. Another hall. He went down this one, turning to the right. There was a stack of hay, with baskets of apples. He took one, and ate it, and continued walking. Another right; this led right back where he was, and he thought "Wasn't there only one way to go when I opened the door? Wasn't it only one hall? In fact, where was the door? Am I dreaming? I must be dreaming... I can float, and see the stars! Haha! A lucid dream. How wonderful." He began floating in the room, seeing a wide span of different stars, but then he suddenly dropped like a stone, and the stars are gone. He continued walking down the hallway... "Hey, were the voices gone? Weren't they here a few minutes ago? I continue going along, but I see the same things. Haystacks with fruit on them in one hallway, and nothing in the others. Where am I?" He pondered about the voices, and then thought to himself "I've always had a voice in my head... describing every action I do, everything I say... and now it's describing me thinking about it describing my life..." and then he realized, out of rational thinking, this couldn't be a dream. He felt the temperature, cold and damp, he felt the ground, stone cold and hard as rock.
As he realized that this could not be a dream, he yelled "Hello? Is anyone there? Can anyone hear me? Help me, I'm lost! I don't know where I am or what's happening! My name is William and I live in Allure Town, someone help me! I'm not dreaming, this is real, this is VERY real!" beginning to run down the hallways, soon shouting "HELP, HELP! I'M REAL, I'M NOT DREAMING! SOMEONE HELP!" and he heard a voice trying to calm him, and a ghost, maybe, stops him gently, and then he began panicking, hyperventilating and soon continuing to run. There was no hope. "ANYONE, CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?! BONNIE! SAMUEL! MOTHER, FATHER! ANYONE?!!" he screamed, looking all around as his vision gets blurry. He fell down again, this time unconscious. He was in a delusional fit; running around treasure town in a square for a while, then he began screaming until someone tried to help him, and he pushed past them, until he fainted of hyperventilation.