Although Snorlax being willing to help him was a good thing, Heath's scalp tingled at the thought of having to trade mountain songs with Exploud afterward. After all, he had never heard the mountain songs of the Pokémon world. Without having heard them, he knew nothing about them, and even how to trade verses was a problem.
"Forget it, I'll take things as they come. I have to get up early tomorrow morning, so I'd better go to bed early tonight." Heath yawned and stopped dwelling on the problem. He was already exhausted today, and he had to get up early tomorrow.
With that thought, Heath turned off the bedroom light, then lay face down on the large Arcanine bed he had bought. Before long, he fell asleep. What Heath failed to notice was that, before falling asleep, the still-unreconciled Zorua was holding a somewhat familiar black crystal.
"Ah, what a pure nightmare aura. I rarely see nightmares this wonderful anymore." In the nighttime Indigo League, a Pokémon with an entirely black body and some white on its head flew in swiftly from afar, then stopped in front of an upscale apartment building and looked down curiously. It could see through these buildings to Heath, who lay frowning in bed below.
A dense, black nightmare aura poured from Heath. This black nightmare aura looked so tempting that Darkrai unconsciously drooled a little. It was very curious about what sort of nightmare Heath was having to produce such a wonderful nightmare aura.
Darkrai slowly extended its hand. As the nightmare Pokémon, Darkrai had certain special abilities, such as entering other people's nightmares and freely watching what happened inside. This was a little hobby of Darkrai's. It would record good nightmares, which would then become templates for the nightmares it gave other