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The world of pokemon is filled with possibilities that the possibility of an impossible is well, impossible.
Though Red watched with undisguised horror, from on top of one of the buildings, as his young lookalike (and friends?) below him turning to stone should definitely be impossible. He just wants to have a good time at Alola with his husband so why was he here out in the outskirts of an airship(??) ruins?
Short answer, A Shiny Solgaleo running amok.
Long answer, it was 2 days ago.
He and Green were just enjoying one of the secret quiet spots around the island as they waited for half of their team to be healed at a nearby pokecenter.
Pikachu and Mimikyu ( the newest capture on Red's team, Green tries not to think too much about the ghost type) were playing tag, splashing around water everywhere. Blastoise, having much more energy than their companioned teammates, joined them as a way to keep them in place while Charizard and Venusaur are all in their respective balls to catched up some sleep.
All is well. The sun is hot, Red and his newly wed husband are relaxing in a shady area where they can fully see their pokemon having fun and everything's in order while waiting for most of Green's team and Red's snorlax and lapras to heal at the nearby pokecenter.
That is until what comes next, that is.
Red gets up from his seat and slowly stretches out the knots on his back. Giving Green a full front view seat of the glorious view of Red's adult body. Green wolf-whistle as he smirks at the view he was given to.
"Not bad for an old guy but if we're happened to be talking about the guy that ages well, welp look no further than this jackpot," Green points to himself with his thumb with an arrogance that makes Green, Green.
Red rolled his eyes and softly smiled to himself. Silently agreeing but not saying anything to not further inflate the already large ego of the one and only Green Oak. He huffs in a silent chuckle as he raises an eyebrow, looking at Green with an arm on his hip in silent words that Green always knows how to interpret.
' We're just 27, don't exaggerate.'
Green adjusted himself on his plastic chair and rested his cheek on one hand. "With the way the world chucks out young trainer prodigies left and right makes me feel like my old gramps that is."
' You enjoyed the challenge, though.' Red signs back, trying not to smile at Green's another ridiculous yet silly remark.
"Damn straight. The world doesn't need any idiot trainers like that one guy at Celadon city."
Both Green and Red subconsciously shudder at the memory. Nobody needs to remember that time when that idiot did to Celadon City. Misty was still distraught till this day over what happened. Green cleared his throat, "Well, my point is that would it be exciting to fight trainers that are in our same age? Yeah, fighting skilled trainers are the best but it's still a bit humiliating to lose to a 10 year old. You get me?"
While it's true that more and more better (and younger) trainers are emerging thanks to Red, who was the world's inspiration as the world's best pokemon trainer, to his growing dismay and embarrassment. (He's just a guy that's a bit good at pokemon training, he does not want to be mobbed by journalists and fans while he was just doing what he wants and does best, pokemon battling.) He has noticed that good trainers seemed to be getting younger and younger while he and Green are getting older. He'll admit though, having someone other than Green as a challenge was an interesting idea. Not that Red will ever get tired of Green. Personally, he doesn't care what age his opponent is. As long as he gets a good fight, then who cares about whose age is who?
Red shrugs as he lazily waves back and turns around to walk up towards where pikachu, mimikyu and blastoise are. All three of them are locked in a game of splashing around and wrestling together. Blastoise only standing a bit curled as to join the two playing without any possible casualties.
The three looked up when they heard Red approaching. He adjusted the hem of his pants before walking near towards the pokemon. Mimikyu and Pikachu both jumps onto his shoulder and Pikachu happily squeaks as Red lightly scratches under Pikachu's chin. Mimikyu curled itself on Red's other shoulder as it began to nod off. He then also proceeds to pet massaged Blastoise on the head, who growled in appreciation and contentment.
When suddenly a rampaging solgaleo bursted from seemingly out of nowhere and proceeds to open up another wormhole. That wormhole was just about where Red and the pokemon were standing on. There was no time to react. As Red falls from the wormhole, the last thing he sees was Green's horrified expression.
Chapter 2
Summary:
Meeting the professor but then Red discovers something quite unusual.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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"Talking"
'Talking but by using notebook'
Professor Oak is not happy.
Especially the way things had gone today. A lot has happened but the stoned statues that once were the pokedex holders took the cake. Lorelei and Kimberly was on the nearest building using the building's phone talking to some people trying to get help at least to transport the statues to a safe place. With the things have been going on, keeping the statues was now the only thing they could do. Professor Oak stayed behind to keep an eye on the statues. With their phones busted due to the previous battles they've encountured, they have no choice but to use an another phone to communicate.
Then the ground rumbled almost causing the statues and the professor to fall down. Professor Oak looked at the direction of the supposed epicenter and paled.
A stampede of pokemon is heading towards the direction of the professor and the statues. But before any casualties could occur, a figure suddenly descended from above and passed through the professor and the statues until the figure stops at a safe distance in front of them and releases his pokemon.
Charizard and … something like a pikachu was released in a chain of smoke before unleashing a low hitting heatwave and disarming voice. Effectively stopping the stampede. The pokemon slowly calmed down.
On the first line of the stampede was a group of local ratatta looking confused. The figure slowly approches with both hands visibly empty and stops in front of them. The figure then tooks out a berry from his pockets and stretched out his hand as a peace offering. A lone rattata cautiously sniffs the berry before taking a bite. After that the pokemon all gather around as the figure slowly but surely worked into making every pokemon at the stampede into a calm state with his endless pets and berries offerings. When every pokemon was calmed enough, one by one they all leave but not before giving the kind stranger a thank you nudge, growl or whatever they do as a thank you gesture.Then the figure turned around.
Professor Oak blinks. Looks behind him then back again at the stranger who just helped him.
The stoic stranger recalled both of his pokemon with a pat on both of their heads as good job . He then took out a small notebook and pen and wrote. He then hesitantly looked at the professor who was looking curiously at him waiting patiently as the professor waited to hear what the stranger who just helped say before showing him what he wanted to say.
' I saw what happened to them. Are you alright?'
Can't he speak? Professor Oak couldn't help but think as he silently observed the trainer that looked remarkably the same as the same hotheaded trainer who has currently petrified as stone right now. If only the trainer were to smile instead of the serious poker face he's currently showing, Professor Oak would have been fooled to believe that it's Red in front of him. On closer inspection, this stranger has grey eyes instead of the crimson red eyes Red has.
Pokemon are fickle yet intellegent creatures that only listened to people they deemed trustworthy. So if a pokemon were to approach a complete stranger, that stranger is worth listening to.
Pokemon also has individual types of attacks that have its own disadvantages. Fire has a weakness against water. Water had no effect on grass and grass can be oblitherated with fire. Each type has its own advantages and disadvantages. But turning a living thing into a different thing is a complete new story.
The stranger awkwardly shifts his foot still waiting for an answer. Professor Oak quickly gets a hold of himself and said, "Oh how rude of me, thank you for your help. If it wasn't for you, well.. the worst may have befallen. And to the answer to your question...as you can see here, the situation is well, hopeless." Professor Oak waved at the direction to where the petrified pokedex owners stand.
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No shit sherlock. Red eyed the stones statues with the same serious poker face look he had ever since being stuck in this dimension. For a completely different dimension, he and the other Red looked completely the same. If one were to overlook the expression and clothes each wears, they might have assumed Red had a long lost brother.
Professor Oak looked at Red who was staring at them then at the statues. He sighs. Wondering if he had been there helping them, would things change? " If only things can be wishes to undo such things," he mused as he shakes his head.
Wait, wish?
Red's eyes widen. He had an idea. Might be a stretch but it won't hurt to give it a try. He written some things on his pocket notebook and lightly tug on the sleeve of a preoccupied professor who was busy thinking on what to do next.
'Jirachi'
"Jirachi?, " Professor Oak blinks at the odd name then gasped as he came into realization. "Wait a minute don't you mean that pokemon?"
A nod.
" But that's impossible! That pokemon is said to only wake up every a thousand of years…." Professor Oak pauses as he mentally calculate the years jirachi would appear. Hope slowly creeps up onto the chest of the oldest Oak as he began to realize what the stranger in front of him was trying to say in forms of small words on a piece of paper.
When Professor Oak first saw the statues he felt hopeless and guilt. Devastated as he come to the conclusion of his grandson and his pokedex owners could never wake again from their unnatural prison. But now, when this look-a-like of Red's suddenly appeared to protect the vunerable statues from out of nowhere and manages to give an answer to the pokedex's holders' dilemma, he could not avoid the grateful smile that threatens to appear on his face.
Red silently sighs in relief. Finally the old professor gets it.
Professor Oak turns to Red and widely smiled. " My boy thank you so much! Oh how rude of me, I forgot to introduce myself, My name is Professor Samuel Oak. You may call me Professor Oak. And who you might be?"
Oh shit. Not a good idea to tell the aging old man about him since the old man really doesn't need another stress to add on to his plate. In a fit of the most silent panicking ever, Red impulsively wrote on his notebook one of the most used nicknames Red has gotten from his partner,
'Rouge'.
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Rouge
The nickname that Green loves to use sometimes on him.
Before he even knew it, he was conditioned by Green to get flustered whenever Green uttered out his nickname with a tinge of kalosian accent that makes every word Green says in kalosian a pleasurable sin to hear. Good thing Green is the only one that could make him turned on now.
The only reason why Red even thought of the name 'Rouge' was because of how Green often loves to see him flustered. He had no evidence but Red suspects Green does this to see if he can get flustered if other kalosian people say his name when they get to travel to Kalos one day. Jokes on him, only he can make Red blush.
….
Was that a good thing or a bad thing?
Shit. He still needed to get home. And the professor was his best shot at finding solgaleo. But the professor is busy with this… problem. A problem that involves some serious help.
Alright, Red decided to help the poor professor enough to make the professor help him track solgaleo.
If Red could recall from Green's ramblings, Solgaleo is the legendary sun pokemon that could travel through dimensions. If that were true, then mabye whatever place he landed on was a different dimension. Or a parallel world mirrored to his world precisesly. It still doesn't explain why he reverted back into the body of his former self together with supplies he definently remembered ludging around pasio but not when he was on Alola. Mabye when traveling through that portal that solgaleo opened up underneath him reverted him and his companions back into time to keep them from harm?
Might be a long stretch but it's the best explanation he's got right now. And this kind of thinking is making his head a bit dizzy just trying to make every single thing that he saw and went though a bit more sense. Red sigh.
Damn that sunny cat from hell that puts him here. Yeah a legendary pokemon alright, a legendary pain in the ass more like it.
Notes:
I have no idea what to do from here. Pls comment if you want to give me ideas(/>~
Chapter 3
Summary:
Leaf arrived to a mess called Green while Red deals being a stowaway of the SS Solgaleo.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Two days later afterwards in Alola...
Leaf arrived at the scene of pure utter chaos. She knew without her things would derailed but she really doesn't expect Green in the middle of scattered research papers and books holding three books at all once trying to mend his face with one of the pages with how near his face on the poor book. Professor Burnet and professor Kukui are on his side, each clutching at different papers both looking ready to pass out if the eyebags on their eyes didn't indicate such need.
And no Red on site.
Hooo boy. Did Red bailed again onto the nearest Ice mountain again? Because if so, why is Green still here and not chasing that once caveman back to civilization?
One step onto the madness filled room and Green looks up.
Eyes red as if been crying, dried tracks of tears on his cheeks, rustled up hair that indicates no hairbrush and the darkest eyebags Leaf has ever seen on Green made her pause. Darker than the once she saw one day on the video chat with collage student Green.
Green squints at her, not really sure if he is actually seeing Leaf or not. When the dark spots from his vision faded, although confused as to why she was here, Green looked relieved, made a beeline towards Leaf and gives her the most bone crushing hug she has ever had. She can testify on that, she has one of the most cuddly Manchoke there is.
Leaf was planning on surprising both of the newlywed dorks on their honeymoon of their gifts that was left to her by the others that couldn't attend to their wedding, then left but it seems there was a commotion.
Green then grabbed her by the shoulders and looked directly at her. "I need your help, Red's been kidnapped."
Yup, these guys are hopeless without her.
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Arrival at pokespe world two days ago..
The palm trees swayed as the summer breeze passed through the beach. All was peaceful until a small swirling space of black appeared at the place where the water and sand meet, grew larger and larger into a large mass of opening through space and time.
A shiny large cat that embodies the sun that shines through the lands of the earth lands gracefully out of the rip and runs forward onto its desired place in mind.
The same could not be said towards its stowaways.
A splash was made from the unconscious human and pokemons as they all lay between where the sand meets the waters of alola. The black gate of time and space disappeared.
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A paw keeps on poking onto a cheek until it grew impatient and lightly conjured a small static shock. Red immediately jumps up seated and looks around until his eyes landed unto the one guilty pikachu who doesn't even looked guilty. The yellow pikachu just smiled cheekily when Red glared.
A small growl and a soft blood curling screech made Red turns his head to the side to see Blastoise rolled its eyes on Pikachu while Mimikyu looked confused.
Mimikyu kept on looking at Red like it doesn't know when to approach him. Red tilted his head and Mimikyu followed with a flop on its disguised head. He then slowly offered his outstretched arm as an invitation to beckon Mimikyu forward. Mimikyu looked at blastoise then at pikachu then back at Red.
Slowly but surely it let out a shadowy arm and held the offered hand a small touch. Red smiled. Mimikyu beamed back. Why does it looks like Mimikyu barely recognized him?
Back then, Mimikyu was such a shy creature even when they first met at the dark parts of the forest back at the pikachu valley. Red and Green previously visited that place but got lost and accidentally found a lone mimikyu behind a tree spying on the sleeping pikachus that were basking on the warm light.
Instead of fighting on capture, Red did the opposite. He sits back where the mimikyu could see him and outstretch a hand to it. Of course Green was originally against the idea of Red having a ghost type but a quick peck on the cheek made Green reluctantly agree.
After that and with a quick check on the pokedex, Red pay extra attention to his newest 'capture'. His original team doesn't mind at all at his current attention as they can see that shy mimikyu was just that starved for attention.
A low timbre growl made Red instinctively looked at Blastoise, who pointed at the water then at him. Red titled his head at that. The only thing Red noticed was how tall Blastoise is. Is it just him or Blastoise just grew larger? Wait a minute, Green!
Grey eyes frantically searched the area but the only things he could see was the familiar beach he was currently and the three pokemon on his side. Then he looked down. Mimikyu scurried away as he scrambled to look at the water. He looked and saw a younger version of him staring back. He lifted a hand and the reflection copied the action. He let down his hand and the image on the water reflected back.
Inoutinoutbreathecantbreathnormally-
Stop.
Inhale. Hold. Exhale.
Red slowly opened his eyes. (When did he close them?)
He.. he looked exactly like the time he was on Pasio. He turned on his back and felt the backpack that was not supposed to be there as he did not remember wearing one this morning, lay heavy.
Ohnononononononononononon-
His breathing quicken a bit. He closes his eyes.
Inhale. Hold. Exhale.
No time to panic.
He needs to fix this but how? Is this still Alola or is this Pasio? He rises up and looks at his surroundings a bit more carefully. Still Alola.
He slowly walked towards his team as he shrugs off his backpack and pluck off Charizard and Venusaur's pokeballs and let them both out. To their credit, they just took one look at him and displayed each signs of confusion while looking at pikachu for clarification. In their own language, Pikachu confirmed their confusion with a few squeaks and the two nodded back in understanding then looked at him as how they would looked at him everytime he screws up. Venusaur even looked like his mom whenever he does something stupid.
Red raised both of his hands deadpanned and shook his head. His hands slightly tremble. Whatever Pikachu said, he didn't clarify that this time Red wasn't at fault here for once. They still don't look convinced, rather they look concerned.
Red omitted to ignore their stares and checked out his backpack. He sits down on the sand and his team gets on guard as they all get ready for what's about to come. Red's fingers trembled.
Can't hold it in.
Red leans forward using his knees, knockin off his hat as he clutches his hair tightly while heaves deep breaths. Pikachu leaps into action and lays itself on his lap as it gives continuous calming purrs and small statics of electricity. The others formed around Red as a sturdy and solid presence that never fails to remind Red that he's not alone as he worked his way out of his panicked state.
In and out, 4 seconds in, 7 seconds hold and 8 seconds out.
They all stayed that way until Red rests his back on Charizard while continued on petting Pikachu. A soft tap on his wrist and on his left, a hesitant Mimikyu holds up his hat. Red, although tired, smiled and used his left hand to light pet Mimikyu and took the hat.
Red sighs. Not putting on the cap, he draped his left arm over his eyes.
What in the world happened?
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Everywhere a dead end.
He looked for Professor Burnet and Professor Kukui but everywhere he asked, all he got was confused stares. He looked through familiar buildings and found construction sites. Everywhere he goes, each building or stall looked fairly new.
Is he in the past?
Entering a nearby pokecenter, he took out his poryphone and sigh as he returned it back into his pocket when clicking on the on button doesn't work. When he got the energy back to do things again, he checked his old backpack. And sure enough, everything he brought back from Pasio was in here. Including his phone.
He took almost all of the nearby free newspaper and settled near a free outlet where he can charge his phone. It's a good thing the charger was inside, including his camping materials and the necessities suitable for traveling. Pasio was an explorable place after all.
September 18, 2010.
It was the date of the world championship tournament that Red and Green attended back at Unova. So why was it that the international pages don't have any coverage over that event? The only thing that was written about Unova was some trivial things Red could care less about. He took another newspaper and scanned for the same thing. Nothing about the tournament. He looked at another newspaper.
Pikachu, who was beginning to get bored from watching Red reading the newspapers on his shoulder, hopped down and played nearby with his light ball.
Same thing.
He looked through all of the newspaper and the same article about something that was not about the tournament was prominent. Red glances at the clock above the nurse station.
September 18, 2010. 1:03 pm.
It's the same date as the newspaper. This doesn't make any sense. Then again, in a world where a teacup can be a pokemon doesn't make the world sense either.
Red felt the numb cold on his blood as he came into realization. If he was not on the past, then where is he?
A ping from a fully charged phone and an earth shaking roar snapped Red from his thinking. He took the phone out and whistled for pikachu as he rushed out from the center. He hoped it's solgaleo.
He looked around. Another roar came from above. He looked up and saw a weirdly colored solgaleo just on the roof of the center. People were screaming and ruuning away in panic around him but he was the only one looking at the sun lion.
Maybe he could try a nicer approach towards it? Then Solgaleo pounced towards him. Screw it. Old fashion it is.
Pikachu blocks the upcoming attack with an iron tail. Using its tail, the mouse pokemon then used up all of its might to push Solgaleo away from the center onto the open street where the area was widely cleared of pokemon and human alike. Briefly looked behind to nod at Red before facing the legendary pokemon with a ready stance and a glare.
They are ready for battle. But before Red could even whistle for an attack, Solgaleo had other plans.
Solgaleo flee from the battle!
Red and pikachu both felt cheated. They nodded each other in unison before chasing after Solgaleo.
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It's been two days since the Solgaleo chase. Red didn't remember much nor mind much about what he did these last days and neither does his pokemon do as they all shared the same tunnel vision focus of chasing after Solgaleo. All he could recall were battles from different terrains and the non stop running.
He stops and put both of his hands on his knees as he slowly catches his breath. Charizard, who was half tired, turned its head around and around, scanning for any signs of Solgaleo. This time they were on the outskirts of a city. Debris scatter across the area as a ruined airship layed just outside of the city grounds.
Red looked around too and sigh. He might have just lost Solgaleo. Again. These few days of pursuing may have been for naught. Though he had to wonder, where in the world is he?
From afar he could see people battling. Suddenly there was a flash of light. When he got closer, all he could see are people slowly turning to stone.
The most shocking thing? There was a guy with the exact same face as Red (though a bit younger than him) slowly turning to stone.
Notes:
Meh. MEH.
Chapter 4
Summary:
Professor Oak makes some plans, Green is stressed out of his mind and Red is bored.
Chapter Text
Before stepping out of the team rocket building, Professor Oak and those that were kidnapped alongside him found a room that contained information of different kind of pokemon. He remember the bits of information found by Kimberly mentioning Jirachi. Back then he didn't think much about the pokemon and only remember the information that was presented about as a phantom pokemon that could grant wishes.
But when that mysterious boy named Rouge that saved him from the stampede, mentioned such a pokemon, he was ecstatic at the hope he manage to find and a bit suspicious. He asked the boy how he learned about Jirachi and he answered via pen and paper that he traveled and heard of stories.
He can tell by the way the boy carried himself that he is also a good trainer so he asked the boy if he could hire him to protect the statues. The boy agrees but if only he could help him with a problem that involves with an unusual pokemon from another region.
The professor agrees and the two shake on it. Now the boy is on his way to the battle frontier together with the statues while he ends his call with Scott and finishing up the complete analysis of the collected data that Kimberly stole for him to locate where Jirachi would appear.
The old yet wise Professor Oak wished he did the right thing.
The weathered old man prepared himself mentally before contacting the other pokedex holders. He needed all the help he could get.
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"Sooo… Red has been taken away by a large 'bastard' cat?.....What?"
"Thats its name."
Muffled voice between the corridors echoed, "It's solgaleo!".
The professors went to the kitchen, the other side of the room to rest up a bit from the haphazard chaos that has been going on while Green was keeping Leaf up to date as to what has happened.
Green scoffed. "Nope", he said with a bit of venom, "I dub thee thy son of a bitch a bastard cat from hell." He muttered more and more to himself that Leaf was pretty sure were insults in the most creative ways possible.
Green did not take this well. Of course, he already read up articles about the strange phenomenon surrounding Alola and its evolutionary inhabitants but the wormhole effect on this region is an unpredictable variable that had no conceivable outcome.
He hates not knowing things.
Space-time continuum is complex. It involves a lot of numbers, equations, theories and hypotheses that will only be more of a spectacle drawn up by observation and lucky occurrences.
In Alola, there are legendary pokemons that are the literal beings of the sun and moon that could create these worm holes. A phenomenon described as literal rips of time and space. So for Red to be dropped somewhere where Green can't even reach is something out of Green's top ten nightmares.
Only this time, he's awake.
After the accident at the beach, he immediately went to the only person he knew that had researched this type of pokemon mystery.
Only the thought of Red's well being kept him going through every single research that involves this phenomenon.
What if Red landed in a midst of a war?
What if Red fall of a cliff?
What if this will be a repeat of Mt. Silver?
what if,
What if,
WHAT IF-
He punched the nearest wall, his face facing on the floor. As if losing the strength, he collapsed onto the floor with the wall supporting his body, leaning his back onto it.
"I- I can't- I..." He covered his face as he takes deep breaths. "I- I can't- I - Red- what if..-."
"Green…" Leaf looked at her dear friend with a lost expression. She then joins him sitting on the floor, back leaning against the wall with Green on her left. Nothing to say, she could only stay by his side while her friend silently cried his heart out.
After a few minutes of silent heartbreaking sobs, Green took a deep sigh, wiped his tears and hugged his knees.
He then uttered a silent, "What if i never got to see him again?"
By his side, Leaf gently said, "Don't say that..."
" Well, what if I can't anymore!" Green lifted his head as his knuckles whiten from how hard he gripped his whole body.
"We don't know where or heck even when he is!"
He stood up, circled the room not even minding how he steps on the research papers that have been scattered around the floor. Leaf watched as Green aggressively runs his hand through his hair as he paces around with his brow creased on his face.
Green muttered yet again on his breath on the possible scenarios that Red might have gotten himself to, each scenario making him take shallow rapid breathing more and more quicker. Steady hands on his shoulder stopped his pacing and guided him to a nearby chair.
"Breathe Green, I doubt Red will be in any real danger. He's one of the most capable survivalists out there. And besides, didn't he survive on the top of the world's most dangerous mountain of all for 2 years?"
Leaf gripped his shoulders as she positioned herself behind him.
"Well, this one is different. How in the world are we able to contact him? It's not like I could climb another mountain just to talked to him again." Green sassed, his breathing a bit more stable as he turned his head a bit to the back. "I doubt the reception in the ultra space can pick up on calls here."
Before Leaf could rebutted back at his sass, a ringgg from one of the boxes echoed. Two heads slowly turned to the direction of the sound.
Green looked at her with a questioning expression. Leaf looked back at him with confusion and shrug. She then walked over towards the gifts and took the one that vibrated with a loud ring.
It’s her gift.
She handed the gift to Green who still looked confused. "Umm… Leaf what is this?"
"Well, it's a box wrapped around with a piece of decorative paper meant for giving to -"
"You know what I meant."
She huffed and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "It's a wedding gift from yours truly. I brought some that didn't make it to your wedding. Brock says congrats by the way."
"Huh." Green looked at the ringing present with hesitation.
This time she couldn't help it, Leaf rolled her eyes, "Just open it already, there's no prank or something waiting for you. I'm surprised that old thing still works."
That old thing was Green's old poryphone. Its casing was losing its color and there were some cracks on the screen but it was still functional. The phone shakes and rings on his hand.
Green raised an eyebrow, holding up the phone delicately. "Really, it was with you the whole time?"
Leaf cheekily smiled
After his number got leaked to the public, he was forced to buy a new one. One day he misplaced his old phone and it was lost forever.
He replaced it with a new one and sometimes on a passing thought wondered where his old one ended up on.
Turns out Leaf found it and decided to give it back to him in the form of a present. What a way to not spend any money for the person you cared about.
Green huffed out a small chuckle at the thought. He then looked at the call screen and blanched.
"Well?" Leaf asked impatiently, "Who is it?"
Green wordlessly turned his old phone for Leaf to see the caller id. Leaf's eyes widen.
The caller was Red.
If this was a prank call from some guy who thought he could mess around Green's old phone number then, may Arceus help that poor bastard from Green's wrath.
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“Umm...Captain Briney? What is this?” A sea crew member pointed at the large crate that only has the plate ‘ship hold’ on the side.
The old yet vigorous captain walked around with a poor crew member on the tow trying and failing to get his captain to wear the sea uniform. He gestured to the cargo with his pelipper by his side, facing his crew and said, “Tis’ the five stone statues aye! We’re gonna be ferryin’ them to the battle frontier’s battle tower after the weddin’ ceremony tomorrow!”
“The stone statues? Whatever for?” One of them asked.
Captain Briney only turned back, waving away the shoved uniform at him. “Don’t know! I’m only transportin’ them! A man of the sea minds his own business! Be careful with ‘em, y’hear? We’re professional transporters! I Don’t wanna be seein’ no single scratch on ‘em!”
The two crew members saluted and yelled, “Aye sir!” The third crew member that chased the captain with the sea uniform at hand shouted, “Sir, Your uniform! ”
They proceed to get back to work by wrapping around the crate with protective plastic wrapping with one of them uttering a “Alright, then…!” Securing the cargo tightly as possible. The extra precaution was a bit overkill but it's not like there could be anything wrong going on, right?
Suddenly there was a big earthquake like shaking vibrating across the ferry.
Instinctively, the two crewmen grabbed hold onto the nearest thing they could find and hold tightly onto the crate. “AHH! What’s going on!” The first crew member shouted in panic, preoccupied with trying to secure the cargo.
The other member looked back and saw a giant fierce looking tentacruel on the other side of the ferry and screamed, “AHH! A pokemon!!” and proceeds to take care of not doing something he might regret later.
The tentacruel raised his tentacle and tries to attack the crate the two were trying to protect.
Suddenly a powerful thunderbolt, the kind that fills the air with static at the sheer power of it, intercepted the attack. A lone pikachu landed in front of the two and prepared its stance for another attack, glaring at the large pokemon. The tentacruel visibly flinched and swimmed a bit far away from the ship. The two glared at each other and the larger pokemon swimmed away. Not daring to attack again for it knew it was severely outclassed.
The two stared shell-shock at the event that just happened and kept their eyes glued on the tiny yet powerful pikachu in front of them, who proceeded to turn to their direction and squeak adorably. Its large chubby cheeks bounced as it titled its head at them, who are still frozen from shock. The yellow pokemon raises its head, squeaks excitedly at the direction behind them and goes on fours to get closer to the teenager cladded in a red large collar jacket, who walked in front of them, his back on them as the teen scooped up the pikachu into his arms and giving it loving scratches on its head. The pokemon purred on his arms, relaxed too much to the point of falling off from its trainer’s arms.
The two shook themselves out of their stupor and gathered around the teen to thank him repeatedly all the while praising his pikachu, who smiled smugly at them. The teen remained quiet at them but nodded at their thanks.
After the two talked to the teen, the first crewmember walked to the other direction to give captain Briney his report on the cargos while the other re-secured the other cargos on deck.
The teen hovering around not too close to the cargos but not too far either. Pikachu and Mimikyu, who was released for some fresh air, explored around the deck to kill some time as they stayed as close as possible to Red.
Red did not sign up to be a bodyguard. He huffed in annoyance, but what else can he do but to stay close? Bored out of his mind he began to play around with his old phone. Not thinking too much, not giving himself much hope, he pressed the call on Green's contacts.
Red blink. The call was accepted.
His hands tremble slightly as he puts his phone near to his ear.
" Is this fucking funny to you?"
Red took a step back. The words flowed through the speakers of his phone with pure venom. But...
" Cuz i swear when-"
"... Green, is that you? " Red cuts the other person off, holding his breath as he willed himself to be strong. Because if that's not Green's voice, then he will break.
Despite trying to stay okay for his team, Red was not okay. These past few days have been the most bizarre days of this life. He needed something to ground himself.
"...Red?"
For the first time in 2 days, Red genuinely smiled. His heart felt as if it could burst from the overflowing emotion of hope and love he had at the moment. He is a slient guy by nature but for this day, all he could think about was talking Green's ear off with his voice.
In a whisper like voice but still hearable, he said,
"...Hi jerk, you miss me?"
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Green hummed in thought through the phone. " So you're saying, is that you lied to my other grandpa about who you are and agreed to help you find solgaleo in exchange for helping guard our other selves that had been turned into stone.
Also you had been reverted back into the time when you participated in Pasio with all your stuff that you clearly didn't bring, I'm I getting this all right?" He is surprisingly nonchalant over the phone, Red noted. He suspects Green had another meltdown and was trying to hide it but his voice on the phone gave him away.
Red rubbed the back of his neck with his other hand, subconsciously smiled in embarrassment. He hummed in confirmation.
" ...Red, either you had the worst luck or the best possible luck humanity had ever seen. Dismantling criminal organizations not enough for you, you had to settle with whatever this is too ? "
And there it is. Red rolled his eyes in retort even though the other can't see his expression. He leaned back on to the railings and rested his elbows on the smooth metal. The sea breeze ruffled his jacket collar a bit. Red huffed in annoyance.
" Hehe, even separated, I always knew where to push your buttons." A hint of relief and fondness unintentionally seeps through Green's voice. "... Red, I'm glad you're okay."
Red smiled. He hummed back in agreement for the reasons he liked to think about. He's glad he got to have a chance to talk to Green properly this time around. This situation feels eerily like the time he self isolates himself at 9,000 meters above sea level.
And this time, it's not by choice.
Red doesn't let himself think about the possibility that he might never get the chance to go home. He doesn't think about the possibility of solgaleo might be unreachable or the fact that this situation is the absolute surreal experience he has ever got. That the only thing that's keeping him sane was the fact he had to keep it together for his team and for himself.
That his choices from now on will determine his fate of whether he will be stuck here forever or not.
Instead he drowns himself in Green's voice, talkative as ever. Red suspects Green was going on about the mundane things and the things he thought of on the spot because of the same thing he absolutely doesn't want to think about so he let his voice out more than normal to give the other the closure they both needed.
" - Leaf was here just a moment ago but walked out to talk to the professors. Before I forgot, the fact that you gave other gramps a bit of a white lie on the spot was a good idea, if i were to be on your place i would just panic -"
Ummm huh?
"Hum? Oh yeah, think about it. If some random kid that looked like your grandson were to appear at the site where your real grandson turned to stone and say, ' Hey, I'm your grandson! ', that would have been disastrous. If I were gramps, I would flip out and kick your ass for daring to be my grandson when clearly the real one was right there."
“…….”.
....That was not Red's intention at all. All Red sees at the time was a worn out Professor and decided not to give the poor old man any more mess to deal with. Especially when it was his mess.
" You did plan it out right? Red?"
Yeah let's go with that. Red hummed back an agreed sound. What Green doesn't know won't hurt him.
Notes:
Look, I was a bit confused as to why Professor Oak would not let someone be protecting the stone statues in the original manga. Then I realize, he's understaffed and on a deadline. Since Game!Red is here, why not let him protect it instead? The reason why Red reverted back into a kid was because of Solgaleo's wormhole. It reverted himself back into time to protect his body from being obliterated from traveling through time and space. And well, let's just say the sync stone on his poryphone is the reason for it to connect directly to Green's old phone. Weird pokemon magic stone.
Also did ya get the reference? (。^_・)ノ
Chapter 5: Meet Gold and Crys!
Summary:
Before going into the Battle frontier, the ferry makes a pitstop. Gold arrived first. Crys arrives to an ongoing battle.
Notes:
In this fanfic, time was a bit faster and on a deadline than what was in the manga. Instead of 2 months, the ferry will travel from kanto to hoenn in ten days. Professor Oak called Scott at the finishing days of creating the Battle Frontier instead of the 2 months early warning
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A wingull flew by across the clear skies of Slateport city. Magicarp and other fish pokemon lazily swim around the ships and ferries that occupied Slateport harbor. The rolling wheels of a skateboard was overshadowed by the hustle and bustle of the busy main streets and the harbor connected. A teenager cladded with a reverse hat and accompanied by an impish Typhlosion stopped at a nearby tent that was stationed just near the harbor and rested. Fanning himself in futility from the heat.
Gold was at Hoenn region for a favor for the daycare but rushed to the harbor where he was supposed to enter aboard the ferry that carried the petrified fellow senior ‘dex holders and Silver to meet some guy that Gold wasn’t too sure if he heard the Professor right. Gold still can’t wrap his head around what Professor Oak just said to him on the phone.
An alien pokemon from space kidnapped him and Miss Blue’s parents that lead to the pokedex holders that partake the battle turned into stones? And after they got turned into stones, there was a sudden rampage of pokemon that was intercepted by a guy that looked a lot like Senior Red and that led to Professor Oak to hire the guy to keep the statues safe?
There was a lot of this to unpackage and Gold doesn’t even know where to start. He rubbed the bridge of his nose as he felt a mild headache coming. And that even to take consideration of why the statues were needed to be transported to the battle frontier.
Seriously professor, a wishing pokemon??!
Now, Gold doesn’t doubt for a second of what the Professor just info dumped him. He knows that the world he lives in is strange, but add on to the fact that there’s a deadline that literally stakes on people’s lives is not something to look forward to. Not to mention the guy that the professor mentioned who traveled alongside the statues.
The guy is suspicious as hell. A Senior Red lookalike? Really?
A nudge from a snout tears Gold away from his thoughts to see the concerned look of Exbo the Typlosion. The ‘mon tilted its head and gave Gold another nudge, accompanied by short bouts of growls and whimpers.
Gold chuckled and patted his companion on the head with a small smile. “Thanks bud, but i’m fine. Just a little heated from the sun that’s all.”
Slateport harbor was a sunny place for a lone visitor to wait. It only has a small tent for its visitors to block out the sun and Gold was not enjoying the heat. He looked from side to side, keeping watch of the ships and ferries that it occupies.
A horn sounded from afar sea led Gold’s eyes to a particular ferry. Finally it had arrived.
Gold recalled Exbo back to its ball and placed his skateboard on the ground with a thud. A mischievous smirk appeared on his face. Let’s see who’s the guy that is supposingly protecting his seniors, shall we?
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Red is worried. It’s normal if a few pokemon would shaken up the ferry but it’s a bit suspicious that throughout the whole ride, some wild pokemon seem to be targeting the statues. Not the humans or the pokemon on board but on the statues alone.
The salty breeze gently pushed Red’s bangs from his face, a harbor just nearby clear to see. Mimikyu and Pikachu played tag around the board. Charizard was circling around the skies while Blastoise was swimming lazily, following the ferry as it swims. Venusaur was resting its head from Red’s lap and enjoying the open sunlight.
The frog-like pokemon growled in content as Red gave it ear scratches, barely even looking at yet another attack on the cargo and reflected it with a timed vine whip. A shuffle of scurried splashes underneath the deck is the only indication that anything had even happened.
He has let out everyone just in case but there seems to be no worries as of now.
“ Ai’ eir’ me boy! E’r seems to be doin’ just fine ei?”
Except for one.
Red, who was sitting cross legged with a lap full of Venusaur, looks up to see Mr. Briney beamed down on him, still avoiding to wear his complete uniform. He tipped the brim of his cap in acknowledgement.
Mr. Briney joined Red sitting on the few benches on the deck and patted Red’s shoulders so strongly, his arms almost buckled down from the strength.
“I 'ave to thank ye fer the work ye've been doin' as o' late. I've 'eard from me crewmembers that there ye 'ave intercepted many o' the wild pokemon's attacks on the cargo. Truth to be told, I been a bit sceptic as to why that there professor asked us to let ye in to protect the cargo but now we all know why!”
He pointed down on the said cargo, and bellowed “This here package be like a beacon to all wild pokemon an' I appreciated it that there ye came along. Why, be ye some sort o' champion o' a region or something?”
You’ll be surprised at my other titles, Red thought inwardly. Thinking about his previous World Champion and Kanto region champion titles and his most current one yet as a Battle legend.
Mr. Briney suddenly slapped his forehead, “Oh I almost forgot, we be stoppin' by the slateport 'arbor fer a pit avast. The professor called me to tell ye to meet to the sky with a kid that there goes by the name, Gold. 'e's supposed to accompany ye on the ride to the battle frontier to keep an me good eye fer the package o'er 'ere.”
Red nod. After Green and he reluctantly ended the call, Professor Oak suddenly called him and explained him through in a weary voice the situation he is about to enter. The old man talked about two pokedex holders (Red really doesn’t understand this and just hummed in understanding) who will be joining him and meet another person who is currently conquering the battle frontier while simultaneously trying to capture jirachi in just 7 days.
Mr. Briney waved away at Red’s direction and said, “This here big thin' won't be goin' anywhere,so go on! When we land, stretch yer legs a bit. I shall be here while me crew members get some supplies fer th' trip.” Venusaur growled from the deck resonating with the same clear intentions ,to sunbathing out in the sun while protecting the cargo. Red couldn't help but chuckled under his breath and fondly scratched the spot between the ears where Venusaur likes. The behemoth melted under his hands within seconds.
A horn echoed from the ferry, indicating the arrival at Slateport Harbor. With another strong pat on the shoulders, Mr. Briney stands up and goes on to do his job.
Red looked at the back of the captain and gently removed the Venusaur from his lap. He whistled back for his team and everyone stopped at what they were doing to get closer to Red.
With a few gestures explaining and ordering as to what to do, everyone nodded in understanding. Mimikyu decided to come with Red while Charizard, Blastoise, Venusaur and Pikachu who chose to stay instead, would guard the package.
Well, time to see who’s Gold. Also is it just him or is the air a bit hot?
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Its f*cking hot. Red hates being here. He would like to be on the seas again please and thank you. He was just stepping away from the ferry stairs when the heat abruptly seeped into him. Mimikyu on the other hand was doing just fine. Being a pokemon from a tropical region can make a hot day in another region feel nothing.
Red eyed the ghost/fairy pokemon with envy. The said ghost/fairy type innocently chitter back. The red capped trainer rolled his eyes and lightly scratched its sides, causing the pokemon to rub against his cheek in delight.
Now where’s Gold?
Suddenly the air shifts and Red barely dodges a fire thrower. His feet skirts at the gravel he landed at and looks in confusion at the embarrassed Typhlosion in front of him. Mimikyu angrily screeched in retort but stayed by his shoulder.
Gold eyes sparked in anticipation as they stared down at the guarded yet confused grey eyes, accompanied by a mischievous smile.
“Woah, You really looked like Senior Red!” Gold tilted his head, with a ballard cue rested lazily on his shoulders. He looked at Red for a few moments then readied a stance. A smirk stretched across his face. “Hey, let’s have a battle! Exbo, use flamethrower again!”
… Ethan? Oh right he’s in a different dimension right now.
Mimikyu hopped from his shoulder and eagerly countered it with a shadow ball. It then menacingly stared down at the growing nervousness of its larger opponent. Red let out a faint smile unseen from his visor and nodded at his opponent. It's about time he’s getting a good battle here. And what better way to get to know the people you are about to work with than a battle?
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Crys arrived at the scene of a worn out battlefield. Rubbles of dirt and dust gathered everywhere at the harbor. She was also at Hoenn for pokedex data gathering but was also called down to the harbor as soon as she received a call from the professor. She rushed down to the harbor to see Gold and Exbo battling some guy cladded in a red jacket vest and a cap, making it a bit harder to see their face. Alongside fighting with the stranger was a creepy looking pokemon dressed in a pikachu stuffed toy.
What...what happened?
Chapter 6
Summary:
Gold reluctantly acknowledges Red, Crys is so confused, and Green just wants Red to come back home.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
~My name is Emerald! I love pokemon battles! And I’ve come here to conquer the battle frontier!!~
Shouted the boy with a viridian colored jewel on his forehead. A man with sunglasses and hawaiian shirt hurriedly grabs the boy away from the cameras. Out of range, he screamed at the boy who was nonchalantly chatting to him.
A girl with blue hair locks tied in twin pigtails sweat drops at the scene played out by a nearby store with glass windows of televisions on display. On the other tv showcased the battle of lucky Lucy vs Emerald with the pokemon she sent him yesterday.
Crys sighs and shocks her head, walking away from the scenes. Is it just her or are idiots getting more and more frequent around her? A sweet smell scatters around the area giving everyone in the vicinity a relaxed atmosphere. Crys smiled.
She petted the long neck of Megaree and thanked him, making the leaf pokemon emit happy noises. Crys and the Meganium walked away from the screens on to the road towards the Slateport harbor.
The hustle and bustle of the harbor stalls around her filled the surroundings with a lively picture of serenity and harmony. If only she could feel the same way too. The news that the Professor tells her yesterday has indirectly caused her mood to plummet ever since.
She lightly slapped her cheeks and jogged. Meganium trotted alongside her, a worried expression adorn on its face.
Then out of nowhere, a flurry of fire and wisps of darkness exploded nearby. The ground slightly rumbled at the intensity, making Crys and Meganium almost lose their balances.
“ What the-”,Crys cuts off her own sentence to stare at the commotion. The continuous attacks seem to come from...
Slateport harbor.
Crys immediately runs off towards it with Meganium trotted behind her.
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Upon arrival, she was met with dust particles scattered around the air. Large chunks of gravel scattered on the uneven grounds. The infrastructure of the nearby small stalls and miscellaneous sailing paraphernalia of the ships and ferries was thankfully, still intact.
And at the center of it all was Gold wiping off the sweat underneath his chin, heaving huge breaths while leaning heavily on his pool cue. Exbo equally exhausted if not more, in front of a…
... stuffed pikachu doll?
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Gold POV
Throughout the battle,Gold noticed things. Things such as his opponent doesn't shout out commands, can outwit his strategies in a blink of an eye and that his opponent's pokemon and strategies are unlikely he ever seen before. It has moves Gold hasn't encountered before and he was sure that the last attack, consisting of glitter and flashy was nothing to brush past when it manages to hit Exbo. Hard.
What made Gold change his mind on this particular person was that he also learned that his opponent is a bit on the soft side, after letting Exbo breathe subtly for just a bit moment, before returning attacks like nothing just happened. Of course this battle was just for fun, but a battle is also a great way to learn your opponent's character as a whole.
He also noticed that this battle is frickin hard! Like Senior Red hard. Or a final boss in a video game hard.
But unlike Senior Red's strategy of on-the-fly creative ploys, his opponents tend to favor an unpredictable approach that Gold can't figure out due to the opponent's lack of vocal commands and creative uses on the terrain such as the time when the creepy looking pokemon uses wood hammer to hit on the cement floor to cover itself like a shield from an upcoming flamethrower.
He can say for certain, This guy is no Senior Red at all.
Gold smirk. Things just got interesting.
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Crys POV
And then before Crys could even react, the ‘stuffed toy’ immediately conjured up a shadow claw from the confines of its insides and swiftly dealt the final blow. Typhlosion wobbles from side to side, then fainted.
Then everything came to a standstill.
A frustrated sigh. “ ...Well, that was unexpected.” Gold returned Exbo back into its ball, all the while whispered a quick ‘good job, bud’.
He looked a bit miffed about the outcome of the battle and turned his direction and was about to make a joke or something as a way to clear out the tense atmosphere but was taken back when he saw Red standing, looking at his side with a melancholic expression. As if remembering a sad memory.
Gold then walked towards the guy that was cladded in a red cap and large vest that hides the face of the owner and stares. The stuffed toy, who Crys was getting the creeps from looking at it, bashfully hid behind the guy.
Gold stares at him with a blank expression then smirks. Offers a hand to shake.
“Well, that was frustrating but good battle there. Next time I won’t lose! ”
The guy, who Crys still can't see their face due to the overly large neck collar, accepts the hand with a firm nod. Ok, she wants answers.
“Gold, what the heck happened here??”
Gold turns to see Crys, confused but a bit pissed off.
His eyes brightened in a mischievous glint and waved then said, “Hey super serious gal! The old man sent you too?”
He hooked his arm around the stranger, who had to bend down a little due to height difference. “We were just playing around a bit, you know?
When Crys just raised an eyebrow and waved her hand the destruction around them, Gold blinked. “Oh.” He turned his attention to the stranger,” Guess we got a little overboard? ”
The stranger only shrug awkwardly and played along.
Crys and Meganium walked up to them and when she could finally see the stranger, she gasped, ”Senior Red!?!?”
Huh? Isn't he supposed to be a stone statue??
Gold removes his arm and compacted his cue staff into his pockets. “Yeah, I know right? He looks exactly like Senior Red! Guess the saying that there’s 7 people that look a lot like you walking around the world is right.”
Oh, so it's a look alike then? It's a bit surreal to see two people with the same face. The stuffed toy pokemon that eerily looks like a pikachu howls in short nervous intervals, When Crys looks at it, it startles and hides a bit more behind.
Before anyone could do anything, an angry shouted behind them. “Hey, what in the world happened here?!“ A man, most likely the one in charge of the operations of the harbor, came rushing towards them with a frowning expression and crossed his arms. ”You three!”
After one unhelpful comment from Gold, the three of them got an angry scolding and were off with a severe warning of not doing it again. The leaf pokemon besides Crys flinches at the loud tirade while the 'stuffed toy' pokemon besides the stranger visibly trembles from fright.
“Now, now. They‘re just kids! I think they get it already, right?” An old crone with a cane came forward out of nowhere to try to placate the angry guy. She wears a priestess robes and holds a staff with three bangles attached. “ Right?” was said more pointedly.
The three wordlessly nodded.
She then grabs a hold of the three and with a crooked smile directed at the disturbed guy, she said, “ So nice to chat with you but…... we will just be going then!”
Then with a strength that surprised the three, She grabbed them all and highlighted into the ferry where Mr. Briney was waiting at the entrance.
The guy was left there standing and confused.
Crys didn't even do anything, Gold got a satisfied smile on his face and the guy with the large neck collar still has that stoic expression on his face throughout the whole ordeal.
She lets out a heavy sigh that she didn’t know she was even holding it. This is going to be a long trip.
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On the ferry deck, Kimberly introduced herself as the holder of the ultimate skills and wants the mismatched trio to inherit her skills. (Read forcing it onto them)
Currently, Gold accidentally (again) insulted Kimberly which leads to her to hit him with her staff then not even looking, grabbing the guy with the stuffed pikachu doll pokemon who was trying to escape, all the while wearing out Gold’s ear on how Kimberly was still young enough to beat him up.
Gold took on the bait and the two battled out while the red-long vest quiet guy and Mr. Briney who introduced himself a while ago tried to keep the situation from blowing out of the proportions.
Crys discreetly contacted Prof. Oak.
She waited for a while for him to pick up the call while admiring the strong looking blastoise that was following the ferry below. Leaning against the railings while Meguree the meganium was chatting up with the charizard on the sky. She assumed that the pokemons’ trainer is the same guy that wears the long red vest and flame pants (who looks a bit edgy yet childish in Crys quiet opinion).
As soon as the call was picked up, Crys whispered, ‘Professor! I need-’
*Hello, Crys! Have you met up with Gold and Briney yet?*
‘What?! You know…?!’
*Well Gold was also there so I thought it was a good idea if you two would join him together with Rou-*
Kimberly suddenly appeared behind Crys. “Is that Professor Oak?”
Crys was too busy trying not to jump and drop kick the old priestess looking person to hear the question. Gold will never let it die on the fact she accidentally kicked an old person. Luckily Professor Oak heard it loud and clear and answered back. Crys wordlessly handed her gear to the old lady while the two chatted.
She… she is so confused.
At the remains of the battle, Gold was defeated. Mr. Briney was by his side to give some comfort while the still unnamed guy was by his charizard and Meguree’s side.
Not having a name to a face was a bit tiresome to call the guy his physical appearance. She made up her mind and walked towards the trainer, albeit with some anxiety on her steps.
Crys nervously approaches Red. Her eyes flicked from the ground to his face, biting her lip as if contemplating something.
"Um, mister?" Crys hesitated before pushing forward, her cheeks a bit red from embarrassment from realizing how long it took her to ask this, " I'm sorry if this was a bit late, but could you tell us your name?"
Gold paused. He then backpedaled his own thoughts and shouted, "So that's what I forgot!"
He turned to Red and with a bit of cheek and admonishment on his part, he asked the same question without reservation. Crys was tempted to kick him again if not for the fact she also forgot to asked Red on his name too.
Part of the reason why Crys was a bit hesitant to approach Red was his silent and stoic demeanor. The way he carried himself and how he came to command his pokemon with skillful actions without even speaking a single word speaks volumes of his skill level. And Crys had a hunch that Gold knew that too.
After a short time of Red looking at them with a poker face, he took out a notebook and flipped through the pages to reveal the name,"Tajiri".
And or maybe he was just that silent. That makes a lot more sense than what Crys is thinking of.
Gold on the other hand has an astonishing lack of tact.
"Mister, you mute or something?"
This time, Crys does not hesitate to comply with her urge.
"Ow! Super serious gal, what the hell is that for?!"
"You can't just ask people like that!"
"Why not? I was just- Ow!"
Crys and Gold bicker on the logistics of how to approach sensitive topics. Though from the corner of her eye, 'Tajiri' has a faint of smile on him, making Crys feel a little bit relaxed around him.
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Red POV
Red makes a mistake. He flipped through the wrong page.
He tries to undo his mistake but before he could actually tell them, Eth- Gold opens his mouth that leads the duo to bicker.
He is in it deep huh?
….Oh well, he can just say that it's his last name or something.
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When the sky turned into a ombre of sunlight dripping down to the heavens above, small disputes were temporarily settled between the group and were guided to their rooms.
At night, with most of his pokemon tucked in for the night and belongings arranged, Red lies down on his bed looking at his contacts on his poryphone. But before he could even press the button, the phone buzzed and a video call appeared from Green himself.
Amused by how even till now, Green managed to be one step ahead of Red, he pressed accept.
Green was still the most handsome person he ever laid eyes on. Even when he looks like he looks ready to collapse, shirt all crumpled up and eyes bloodshot with dark eyebags underneath. He looks like he was still back at his previous university and even back then he was bad at taking care of himself when he is on the roll with completing his research.
When his eyes lit up in the way like he had seen something worth seeing, Red felt like he could take on the world for him and him alone.
*Awww*, Green gushed over the video call, *You look so cute before!*
Never mind, he is still an asshole.
*Can’t wait to see his handsome face can you, huh big guy? Or should I say little guy? Hehee.*
But it’s Red’s asshole and he is stuck with him till death. The small dimple that appears on Green’s face whenever he smirks in a light teasing way will always melts his frustrations away.
He tries to tell Green to take care of himself but Green waved his concerns off with, “ It’s fine” and “Ok ok, I'm sleeping today, are you happy now?”
Red tells him about his day and Green cackles about it. He raises an eyebrow at the ‘ultimate skills’ and Kimberly and outrightly laughs at Red’s mistake of turning the wrong page.
When he is done laughing, Green leans back and heaves a heavy sigh as if trying to dispel and residue of the previous laughter. Shame, Red always liked his laughter. But Red’s favorite was his voice. God, his voice. Even when it was laced with kid-like venom back then, he always looks forward to his run-ins with the cocky rival. Call him an idiot for being in love, but he would rather be a fool for his mellowed rival and drown in his own feelings towards his rival than to be cold and alone again.
So when Green looked ready to speak for a day or two but was still a bit hesitant to talk about something, Red decided to do something about it.
“ Spit it out.”
Green blinked. Then stared at him like he was the one who was holding something back.
*Spit what now?*
Red sits up from his bed and holds his phone up properly to look directly into his eyes. “Green, what is it? Something you want to share?”
Conflicting emotions played throughout Green’s face. Red wished he could reach out and smoothen his pinched expression and pressed soft kisses on his cheeks just to say in their language, everything is okay, for comfort.
*You’re thinking something sappy again did you?* Green deflected, looking everywhere but him.
“...”
Red stayed silent for a while. He could drop this but this must have been something big. And besides, if Green, who was hesitant to say something about the subject he was reluctant to talk about then it must have been about his current situation or the situation on Green’s end.
He prefers to rip out the bandaid swiftly as possible.
Green still doesn’t look at him, resigned. *Fine, Selene came back from her visit from Kanto. We tried, Red. We tried to come to you using Selene’s Solgaleo, the normal colored one not the
cheap knockoff that puts you in that mess btw, but everytime Solgaleo tries to travel, Solgaleo always ends up where it was.*
*I tried, Red…* Green finally looks up and looks him in the eye. Something inside of Red breaks a little at how Green’s eyes seem to convey his pain of not being able to help much.
A mockery of a smirk tries to appear on his beloved’s smile. Somehow this action is even worse to watch. *Guess you just have you wait a little longer...I’m so sorry.*
A whisper, *I want you back..*
Green drops his gaze onto the floor but thankfully doesn’t turn off the camera. His trust in Red is both a blessing and a curse. Red’s grateful Green trusted him to the point of vulnerability but it is also painful to watch someone you love beat himself up for trying to go up against the unknown. From the corner of Green’s screen, he saw his pokemons’ pokeballs resting on the desk besides their bed.
“Snorlax.“
The classic tell of the pop and smoke coming from a pokeball, and a heavy landing indicating that snorlax lets itself out. Using its large fluffy arms, it envelops Green in a bear hug. Green never saw it coming. It's a comical yet endearing sight to see Green sputter and being caught off-guard by the impromptu bearhug from behind.
*What the-?! Dude, tell Snorlax to lay off! Ah!-*
But the tears that were supposed to fall on Green’s eyes never appear so Red counts that as a win.
“Green.”
Green turned his attention back to Red. Exasperated beyond belief written all over his face but it’s better than the one before. *Look, Red-*
“ I love you.”
Green froze. Rarely they say these words out loud because in their language, actions speak louder for them. Those simple words, etched between their lingering touches and fleeting stares that held devotion as heavy as the vows they placed near the vein that touches their hearts.
But it’s nice to say those simple words out loud from time to time.
And when Green makes the sweetest smile of all for him and him alone, Red makes the decision of moving forward. For Green.
“I’m coming home so…” With a tilt of his head, Red smiled. “Please wait for me?”
Held hostage between the large fat pokemon as a replacement of Red’s embrace, Green silently looks at him with comprehensive amber eyes and said, *No detours and bring souvenirs.*
Red chuckles under his breath as he nods to his request.
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Outside where the moon shines dimly, a shadow echoes a figure of a large yet oddly colored pokemon.
In a flash of multicolored lights, the once large body of the feline shaped pokemon was reduced into a small creature. Intelligent eyes were the only thing that did not morph alongside its body.
Notes:
Ugh Look, Im in a bit of a romantic mood when I wrote the last bits so yeah. Ahahaha. Enjoy.
Chapter 7: Alola! Here's a tired Green and a worried crew of people
Summary:
Green is tired, everyone is worried and a certain Snorlax is an effective prison.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Green feels kinda sick. His sleepless endeavors of studying may have contributed to him almost falling apart in front of Red. Black spots started to float around his vision. He rubbed his eyes and sigh.
He really doesn't want to fall asleep.
He stood up. Well tried to, when he was suddenly manhandled by pillow-like limbs with paws into the giant's bed stomach.
"He - hey big guy!", Green struggled within his prison, glaring behind him. "Lemme go!"
Green got squished even further onto its stomach. He huffed, annoyed(no he did not just pout), and muttered, "gotta finish up on the reading big guy, lemme go." Patting on its stomach with his barely free hands.
Snorlax shook its head and made itself comfortable onto the flat floor. Its body fat jiggled ever so slightly, strands of fluff fur poking on Green's eyelids.
Green struggled until he could feel his strength waning. He lets the darkness take over and for the first time since Red's abrupt traveling to the other universe, he slept without a heavy heart.
Too tired to even think about anything.
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The next day….morning.
At the earliest peak of morning, Selene fidget in front of the door. Her hand raised to knock. Biting her lip, her thoughts strayed on what happened yesterday. Mr. Green's behavior was in a lack for the better words, worrisome. His almost manic way of forcing himself to do things as if things were normal even though the opposite.
Sure, after pestering Ms. Leaf for some answers, she was also worried about Mr. Red's predicament but the way Mr. Green handles things, well she was just waiting for the inevitable crash and burn.
Lightly psyching herself up, she knocked.
"Hello? Mr. Green? It's me, Selene." She shouted, knocked a bit more forcefully. "Hello? Are you home?"
A muffled voice, as if the speaker was very far away from the door, answered a "come in."
Selene hesitated but shrugged and turned the knob open. She steps inside, not for the first time being invited before, as such was not a stranger to the layout of the house. She walked into the bedroom to see a bizarre sight.
Mr. Green looked a bit more well rested than before, though his eye bags were still a bit dark for her tastes, holding up research papers on one hand while looking over a heavy looking book with another hand with ease. Eyeglasses perched on the bridge of his nose while looking at the papers with the same intensity when at battle.
She should know, she was on the receiving end of it back at the battle tree. But the version she gets was with vibrating anticipation full of commanding shouts and encouraging cheers, not the silent heavy one he was currently using on the papers.
Containers of takeout being scattered all over the bedroom and at the center of it all, a sleeping snorlax securely holding Mr. Green by the waist as if holding the trainer down.
The bed was pushed onto the over edge of the wall, it's frame barely cracking under the pressure from being squished between a large creature and a sturdy wall.
She found herself surprised both the bed and the wall still intact.
Her mouth quirks an involuntary smile as she tilts her head in thought. "Isn't that Mr. Red's Snorlax?" She asked, barely holding her laughter from the comical sight.
And could not help herself from asking, "And why is Snorlax holding you hostage?"
Green looks at her without lifting his head and deadpans stares at her.
She could not hold it in any longer and busted out a laughter so strong tears sprung up from the corners of her eyes.
Green rolled his eyes.
Selene, trying to calm her laughter, gasped in and out huge chunks of air. But one look at the sight and she couldn't help herself from falling into another round of laughing at the big strong previous champion of kanto being held hostage by a big cuddly pokemon.
At last, sitting on the floor, clutching her stomach while taking gasps of air to calm herself, she inhaled a deep breath for the last time and exhaled.
She lifted her head and said, "Ok, I'm done."
Green narrowed his eyes.
She held up her hands.
Rotom dex floated away from her bag and then snapped a photo.
On the back of her head, she knew she had to make that picture her background picture for her phone while falling into another round of laughter.
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A laughing child on the floor, and a struggling Green trying to get out of his fluffy prison as if trying to strangle the rotom dex that was floating away from the clutches of eevee's playful paws.
Leaf remarked this should be a bad joke or something. Standing in front of the scene does seem like it.
"What a party, ei?"
Every head snaps to her direction. And a cacophony of noise all directed to her direction.
" Leaf! Get ur ass here and help-"
"AHAHAHA, sigh. Bad language Mr. Green. … AHAHAHAH-"
" Voi! Voi!" "*AHHHHHHH-*"
Then out of the blue, an innocent phone tone of an Eevee cutely squeaking rang the loudest in the room.
The room froze.
Slowly but surely, Green, whose cheeks lay a faint red blush, delicately picked up the battered old phone from his shirt pocket and looked.
Messages
Red
>i need help. I need info on Typhlosion and Aipom quick.
For a second, Green though his heart stops. Then he read the rest of the message and felt a little bit of relief. And annoyance. Already forgetting he had an audience waiting, he immediately replies back. In the background, Selene looked at Leaf, to which she answered with a helpless shrug.
Green
^DONT GIVE ME A HEARTATTACK SO EARLY MORNING
^Wait
^Send: PDF file
^u dont have ur pokedex?
Red
> wasn't with me on pasio or on the beach before.
>Replied: Thx
Green
^Let me know if u need more info. And for the love of God, pls be careful.
Red
>Ok ok.
Green
^I'm serious, Red.
Red
>Ok I promise.
Green
^U better be.
Green rolled his eyes. Glad to see that his spunk is still there. He looks up to see Leaf and Selene looking at him.
He raised an eyebrow. "What's up with you two?"
Selene spoke first, "You have an eevee ringtone?"
Remembering that just happened, he sputtered defensively with a tinge of red blush appearing on his cheeks, "Red set it up permanently as a prank. What about it?"
She held up her hands again in a surrendering position. "Nothing, nothing." She smiled innocently. (She is so glad she has the foresight to instruct rotomdex to record after taking pictures.)
She turned to the side and looked at eevee who momentarily paused at its actions of scaring the living hell of the ghost type. Said ghost type who fled back onto her bag at the first signs of escape.
Eevee pouted, then leaped onto its trainers lap. Curling itself up into a nap while Green automatically reached out to give his starter calming scratches out of habit.
Green turned to Leaf. She smirked, "You got that lovesick expression on that smug mug of yours again."
Green deadpans. "I do not have that 'lovesick' expression." Still restricted, he makes due with his arms to emphasize the word lovesick with air quotes.
"Yeah, keep telling that to yourself." Leaf stretches, feeling a bit stiff from all the paperwork from yesterday. "Anywho, I just wanna drop by to tell you that you're getting a week off."
He blinks. Once and then twice. Then...
"Wait what!?" Green forced his way out but the limbs of a snorlax made sure he stayed put.
Leaf rolled her eyes. As amusing it was to see Green struggle, she knew when enough is enough for him.
She then pushed him down. With a bit of steel on her voice, she said, "No. You are not going anywhere mister. I will be the substitute for the battle tree. So just stay here and for once in your goddamn life, Rest."
Green turned to Selene, who was watching everything from the sidelines with intrigue. Privately, Selene is glad to see Mr. Green finally well. Or at least as well as he can be at the moment. So she agrees with Ms. Leaf.
"Kid, help me out here!" He whined, fruitlessly pulling the arms around him and still failing to remove it.
And if all it took was for him to get rested, well she would happily take sides with Miss Leaf. Her smile, still looking innocent, shook her head in negatively.
Green groaned. Another ringtone rang from his pocket. With a quick look at it, he typed out a few keys, looked up then back at the phone then shrugged. He settled down on Snorlax's sleeping body without a fight and readied himself to fall asleep all the while cuddling with eevee into his arms like a pillow.
Leaf blink. Wtf?
Green opened his eyes half lidded and barely lifted his arm to show his recent conversation with Red. On the screen, Red typed, 'go get some rest, it hurts to look at ur eyebags.' He withdrew his hand back to cuddle his soft, obedient eevee. Unlike a certain three pronged red hatted brat who won’t help him in his time in crisis.
Leaf stared at him in disbelief, then groaned. "Ughhh… it took me two days for me to convince you to at least sleep, but when you had one conversation, just once conversation with Red, all of the sudden you want to get healthy? Really man?" Green inwardly smirked at her exasperated stare of resignation.
"Well, Red had a way of convincing me, if you know what I mean?" He then had the gall to wink at her.
“Ugh eww. There's a child here, keep it pg.”
“You signed up for this the moments you third wheeled us back then.”
Leaf stuck out her tongue. "You’re lucky I’m nice enough to stay.”
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Afternoon
Green walked down the bustling busy streets with fast gait and a frown on his face. It's his second day of rest. Of course, he tried to go to work but not only the staff turned him away with stern orders to relax but even the challengers who approached him looked worried. Does he look that bad?
The window panels of the shops around him mocked his appearance. Sure, he freshens up and he did eat a bit of a snack on the go after grabbing Red’s Snorlax and Lapras on his way out but looking at the reflective windows he now notices that his complexion did look like he was about to join the other side any moment now.
He left Snorlax and Lapras on Leaf’s capable hands. If he can’t fight, at least Red’s pokemon can get a workout when Red gets back. Besides he can’t legally carry all of them and he trusts Leaf to take good care of them for a while.
Eevee circled all over his legs with a demanding mewl, bringing him out of his thoughts. Jerking its head to a fancy café that reminded him of the places he used to go around Kalos.
Left with nothing else to do, he nodded. Eevee purred in delight and ran headfirst to the place.
With one last look at the window panels, he shook his head and followed his wayward partner.
He ordered a light meal for himself and a basket of malasadas and fruits for eevee and his team. Walking towards the outdoor dining tables, with one hand, he lets out all of his team in the open space and settles down with his orders.
A ping from his pockets, a rotom phone flew out from his pockets and appeared in front of his face. He had to lean a bit back from how near the screen was shoved into his face. With one hand on his food, he eats while reading the data gathered from Professor Brunet’s equipment.
His brow furrowed in worry. Scrolling down, the data comes up with a pattern. He types a thank you and a message to meet up later to discuss this information. If he’s right, then the information the data suggested is something they needed to sort out properly. And fast.
He returned rotom phone back and was about to resume his meal when he was yet again disturbed by faint vibration from his other phone. After that incident, he turns the poryphone into vibrate mode. Fishing it out with his other hand, he looked at his poryphone all the while multitasking eating his meal.
Red
> Remember Ethan?
Green
^Polite kid, a great battler and one of the only people that can kick your ass. Yeah, I remember the kid, what about him?
Red
> I met the other version of him here.
Green blinked in surprise. Feeling his throat a bit scratchy, he reaches for his drink and takes a sip.
Green
^Woah trippy.
Red
> And he is the exact opposite of what you just described him here.
Only to regret it. Green coughed, covering his mouth. He cleared his throat to cover up the laugh that bubbled up involuntary. Eevee looks up from her share to look at her trainer in concern. With his shoulders shaking, he waved off Eevee’s concern and typed back.
Green
^Don’t be rude.
Red
>His name here is Gold.
He really should refrain from consuming food or drinks while reading Red’s texts. Green is not sorry at all for laughing out loud at the irony. Eevee stared at him laughing and shook its head. Electing to just ignore him and focusing on the delectable fruits in front of her. He then heaved a huge sigh, clutching his stomach on one hand, he replied.
Green
^I thought the color naming was just a Pallet town tradition. Didn’t know it spread to Johto. Either that or his parents really need a supervisor for naming kids.
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After eating his lunch, Green immediately goes to the lab where he finds Professor Burnett neck deep with all equipment connected to the plug. Without saying anything, The professor hands him a tablet that shows the occurring monitoring of space itself.
"You sure this is all that came up?" Green held up the tablet that indicated the current string waves emitting from the unusual unopened wormholes. The wormholes are there all right, but it seems to be plugged. Like something is closing all the gates from all dimensions and realms of reality.
Something powerful.
"Yes yes I'm sure. Even we are all confused as to why this is happeni- Ouch!" A thud then Professor Burnet emerged underneath the lab table, clutching her head in pain. She waves off Green’s concern and brushes past him to set up even more monitoring equipment. “Can you remove that USB from your right? Third row, almost next to that monitor. Thanks.”
Almost as if she was being chased by a hornet of Beedrills, she moved from one machine to another. Occasionally checking up the unpredictable influx of data that is currently showcased on the tablet on Green’s hand.
She can’t stop. Not while all of this mess was partially her fault. If she had been just a bit faster at finding out, all of this mess would have not been made in the first place. If she had made more of her research, she would have known that the trainer who is currently clutching the monitoring tablet is on a vacation and not on a search for a new place to battle.
Yeahh.. she feels a little bit guilty about that. For her blunder, she would help in any way she can.
“Prof, what’s up with the… uhh..unusual training regimen?"
She looks up on what she is being doing to see Green looking at her husband's training regimen with a conflicted expression.
Burnet looks back to the time whenever her husband does his training and sweat drops. She could understand Green's expression. It's an intense workout for sure.
"Red would be fine following this." Green mused, thinking out loud. "Because this is the exact kind of recklessness he would be down for."
Ok, that she could agree on.
"Red will be fine. Husbands will always be a pain in the neck. But that's what vows are for, right? To be reminded why stuck with them." Professor Burnet nudged him by the shoulder on her way to walk around again.
“No..it’s, not that's …well maybe because of his recklessness. This is supposed to be our break you know? Well a break that is also work but you get what I mean.”
The professor stopped what she was doing and walked towards Green. Looking troubled, she said, "You know, when we heard you both coming to Alola, we thought it would be a great idea to invite you two to be the battle trees' final bosses.” Professor Burnet bowed in apology, causing Green to flounder on his hold on the tablet. “I'm sorry we didn't realize you both were on your honeymoon."
Green became a bit flustered and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. He sets the tablet down on a nearby table that's a bit free from clutter and tries to reassure her with a grin. "Ahaha...It's fine. We were bound to be a bit bored so it's a welcome change for us to have a challenge everywhere we go."
"But.."
"It’s fine," His smile became cocky. "It won't do for me to become rusty just because I was distracted by Red's muscles."
Professor Burnet's shoulders became less tense and lets out a small laugh. She lightly slapped his shoulder when he snickered at his own words.
"Although…" Professor Burnet trailed off, tilting her head in thought then mischievously smirked. "The masked royal’s muscles are much more pronounced, don't you agree?"
Green arched an eyebrow. "Well I for one can testify Red's are much more solid than his would ever be."
"Oh I won't be so sure about that."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Professor Burnet smirk widens. "Well.."
A cough draws both adults' attention to Helios, who entered the lab quietly. He does not need to hear their partners' bodies in detail thankyouverymuch.
Helios just wants to get this last delivery of the day done that was abruptly shoved into him by Selene so he can get back to training for challenging the battle tree.
Though why is Green, the battle legend here and not at the battle tree?
And where's Red?
Notes:
I f*cking hate the timeline. I reread the manga while writing chapter 4(Ithink?) and it turns out it was months between the battle frontier and team rocket. So for this and maybe the next chapter will be mayyybe fixing up some plot holes I found in my story. I'm too lazy to rewrite them all. Good news, i think i know how to incorporate this mishap into a plot line. Ithink.
Let me know what ya think of this. And yes, its a mess.
Chapter 8: Pity party is over
Summary:
Helios is annoyed, Green has his annoying personality back and the plot finally progresses.
Chapter Text
Helios gets dragged (read: tricked) into agreeing to a battle spar against Green later that afternoon after he spilled the fact he was going to challenge the battle tree soon.
He would have appreciated it if not for the fact that he was tricked yet again and the fact the guy keeps on looking at his phone while battling.
It's even more annoying when the guy keeps on winning.
Red: how not to strangle a child
Green: What
Red: gold just noticed my pants and could not stop with the flames puns.
Green: To be fair, that is one of the worst pants ever. And i’ve been to Kalos
Red: i hate u
Green: No u don’t, im too lovable.
Does the guy barely even recognize what he is doing?! Ugh why is he of all people suffering from this? Red, why did you have to be away? Your husband is unbearable.
Red: gold finally nailed down the technique.
Green: technique? The one u've been complaining about?
Red: 'thumbs up emoji'
Green: Good. Give him icecream or somethin.
Red: after insulting my pants for the 100th time? No. I had Crys 'accidentaly' kick him every time he said a pun.
Green: Petty.
Red: ur the one to talk, u had leaf throw pokeballs at me for a month when we were kids because she thought i was a zorua in disguise.
Green: U tricked me into eating that mushroom! You r PETTY.
There goes his tactics going down the drain. Helios tries for an immobilizing strategy by commanding Incineroar to condensate its fire fang into a fine point onto the sandy grounds to make melting glass floor- and there goes his strategy. He watched passively as Eevee effectively used swift at the nearby sea water. Scattering large quantities of water everywhere. When Incineroar tries to recover, the speedy Eevee quickly attacks with a flinching quick attack.
Red: is it just me or is everything feels a bit ...wonky?
Green: Wonky? 1st of all, cute choice of words, 2nd how so?
Red: dunno just sometimes the world feels too fast and sometimes it feels too solw.
Red:*slow
Alrighty. Helios had just enough with this blushing mess. He took out his phone and opens up the gallery. Call him cruel but Green started it by not taking his training session seriously. Helios is starting to wonder if this training session is just him being a workout for Green's pokemons.
He looks through his files while Green was so absorbed at what he is texting at (probs at his husband again) that he was just letting his pokemon, Eevee do whatever it wants with his Incineroar.
It would be ok if not for the fact that Green barely uttered a command while he and Incineroar are working up a sweat just trying to beat one (overleveled) tiny pokemon. To add salt to the injury, Green's Eevee is not even on his competitive roster!
Helios called out to Green with a shout, when Green finally lifted his head for the first time since the battle, Helios showed him his picture that Moon gave to him as a present for delivering that final package.
In hindsight, he should have planned this out more carefully. When Green finally registered what Helios just let him see, his eyes widened and he muttered under his breath, "that kid shared-!" and then completely obliterated the match with a few gestures that only Eevee could understand.
At least Green is finally taking this seriously?
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"What have we learned?"
"That you're a jerk?"
"That was a long time established kid."
Helios looked to the sunset sky, heaving heavy breaths. All his other pokemon, all tired and sore laid beside him on the sandy shores. Green looked down with a grin. One day, Helios will wipe that smug grin off his face. Just he wait.
Green offered a hand, that irritating smug grin still on his face. "Hehe, sorry 'bout that kid. I lost control for a sec there."
Helios narrowed his eyes looking at him. Or maybe he's just squinting cuz the waning sunlight comes from Green's direction.
Liar. Helios wanted to say but opted to take Green's hand to lift himself up instead.
On Green's other hand, still holding his beat up phone. The only thing that is even remotely looking like it wasn't being thrown down from the sky was that strange gem attached into it. When Helios looks closely, it kind of reminds him of his z-ring.
Sometimes it even shines in a different light. Green always looks contemplative when that happens to the stone.
After Helios recalled all of his pokemon back, Green inquired, “Say kid, you know where to get these things?”. Reaching for his pockets, Green showed him a paper. It's a list of unusual stuff. Some of the things are not even in this area of the region. He hesitantly nodded, “...Yeahhh…why dya ask?”
Green beamed down on him. Helios doesn't like that smile. He doesn't like it at all. He took a step back. Green took two steps closer, his eyes shone in a mischievous way. Taking out a particular piece of pass to an exclusive one day buffet that was extremely hard to get into, he smiled.
“You mind if you run down some errands for me?”
Helios feels like he has sold his soul on a laborious task for an expensive buffet.
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They looked down at its chosen, who was walking back to his quarters after what seemed to be a tiring training session with the loud bright child and the serious child with pointy decorations on her earlobes. Tilting its head, they flew unseen above at its chosen, who properly sets his pokeballs at his bedside table and flopped unceremoniously to his warm bed. His’ pikachu ears straighten for a bit, looking from everywhere as if trying to figure out what’s bothering her.
It strengthens to hide its presence even more. The pikachu relaxed but still kept a vigilant stance as she nudged her trainer to properly set himself for bed. The trainer chooses to kick off his shoes and bury his head even deeper into the sheets. The pikachu huffed in dissatisfaction but let its trainer do whatever he likes. She then curled besides his pillow and closed its eyes.
The place is dark but It doesn't mind as it can see anyways. After waiting for a few more moments, It uses its bubblegum blue colored paws to summon a little bit of fate and future’s fabric and molding the raw components into a shape of a spoon.
Why they shaped it into the form of a spoon, no one but them will ever know. Placing the object on the bedside besides their slumbering chosen, it goes to the other side to finally finish up on its containment. It pulled on its power to slip through layers of reality washed over its tiny body as if swimming through water.
It arrived at the time of the other side’s sunrise. Huh it seems like the time stream on the contained side is starting to unravel. They better hurry so they can get started helping their chosen from the contained universe. Turning its head from side to side, it floated down onto a large white building. Using a slight teleportation, it lets itself enter a room full of equipment and bookshelves. The room was sterile but it noted that there are more machines hooked that it recognized as self made portals.
They are always amazed at how humans adapt to the point where they could create such amazing inventions. But alas, for its sake, these must be removed to avoid removing the containment of that creature.
But before they could even pull its psychic abilities, there was cold mist suddenly blocking its vision.
“Now!”
An ice beam came straight directly onto where it was floating. It tried to escape but a flurry of swift and a powerful wave of hydro cannon came straight from both of its sides. It might not hurt as much but the damage it sustains from a triple combo attack from all sides are not one to be taken lightly. When all attacks cleared out, it found itself trapped between an unopened wormhole and a rip from reality created from the humming machines it sees from the corner of its eyes. Amazingly, each phenomena are all stabilized.
But aside from the admiration, It was literally trapped in an artificial time and space.
Oh no.
From the dark, it sees a movement moving closer to it. Until it sees a familiar face it once saw together with its chosen. His amber eyes shine like a predator emerging from the dark. Placing a hand on his hip, he smirked. It twitches its tail from instinct.
“Heh...There’s something you don’t see everyday. A shiny Mew.”
Like a switch, the glint turns something dangerous. Mew’s tiny furs shot through the air.
“Give me back Red,” Green meets Mew’s eyes. “Or else.”
Notes:
I accidentally misspelled Helios' name last chapter. Btw its Helios for the Greek Mythos for the Sun. Ithink. I fixed it now. Tell me what yah think of this!
Chapter 9: Finally some answers.
Summary:
Just a comment but I think I made Eevee a bit of a diva here... its something I noticed writing this.
Everyone is tired but gets their answers so all is well? Well except for Red but he's busy so its understandable.
Notes:
Still alive, god this took way longer than I expected to write. Sorry bout that. Enjoy!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
The mechanics of a pokeball is simple while at the same time a difficult endeavour to create. It’s a pocket dimension compressed into a tiny travel sized compactable ball shaped container. By essentially tying a pokemon’s aura to the artificial space of the pokeball, the pokemon is contained without any worries about its comfort, since its size is being adjusted through the artificial pocket space of a dimension.
At the start of making these devices, the fruit known as the apricorn tremendously helped the development and understanding of how to use aura on pokemon and objects to put them inside into small, carryable and light containers.
But what if that pocket space is being stretched out in the open stabilized via another large container inspired by the same materials of the apricorn? Without the science babble, Green essentially does the impossible and risks the very fabric of reality by using it to capture Mew.
Only idiots and foolish people dare manipulate the very existence they stand on.
But Green was riding high on caffeine and stress so losing what's left of his sanity was maybe his excuse.
Leaf sneaks up and smacks the behind of Green’s head. So that’s what he’s been up to these past few days!
Green turned around to scowl at her, rubbing the spot where she hit him. “Hey! What gives?!” Oh no, he does not have the right to be angry. She should be the one angry at this situation!
“Oh how about telling me that you just ripped a hole in space and time just to capture Mew!” Leaf scolded Green near his ear, causing him to wince in pain “ Better yet, how the F&%# did you even manage to do that?!”
Green stepped a bit far away and blinked his sleepiness away. When the spots from his vision disappear, he answers, “By studying.”
On the floor, Eevee really wants to copy the thing that humans call a facepalm. Lapras by their side, manages to do that with its flippers. Blastoise is just really cramped and returns as soon as Green is distracted.
In the background, Selene and Helios munched on some popcorn that Selene prepared earlier. Helios especially appreciated the view of his tormentor/devil contractor getting an earful from the temporary Battle Tree leader.
His muscles may be hella sore but the scene before his eyes are worth it.
Though creating an open artificial space as a cage is ingenious coughcrazycough if he had to admit it.
‘hem.
Everyone in the room paused when a voice suddenly appeared inside of their heads, and all eyes were suddenly on the forgotten mythical pokemon. It sounded like a cave echoed through an ocean. Selene clutched her head with one hand and the other hand still on the popcorn. “Woah, trippy.”
The shiny Mew floated idly on its cage. With no means of being able to teleport away, it can only helplessly stare at the unusual group with eyes slightly wavy. Unknown to its audience, its heart screams with fright. Carrying on as if the turmoil inside is just a rain and not a typhoon waiting to emerge, Mew forged on and asked even if every fiber on its tiny body wants to just shut down.
What. Uh. Mean. ‘Is.
"Finally, It speaks- Ow! Hey, quit it!"
“Remember the word ‘respect’ Oak, or did you forget to manage basic manners?”
Leaf ignored Green’s glare and walked in front of the makeshift cage to meet the shiny Mew’s wary eyes. Not that she could blame the creature for that reaction. She tries for a smile as a peace sign. “Sorry about the idiot, we didn’t realize that his stupidity could be this severe.”
Leaf again ignored Green’s offended, “Hey!” in the background. “But since we’re here can you please tell me why in the world you would have kidnapped Red?” Unlike a certain someone, she can be civil. Although Green’s methods were unorthodox, he does manage to create a chance for them to get Red, and Leaf would be a fool not to get this chance.
The shiny mew sticks out its tongue and blows a raspberry at her.
Eevee nimbly circles around Green’s legs, hoping for a snack. Green, tired but still coherent, huffed and gestured at the children. Eevee rolled their eyes and walked towards the popcorn duo. Mewling in thanks as she tastes the buttery snack melt on her tongue.
Keeping one hear at the scene, Green silently gestures Lapras to her ball. She nodded, while giving the trainer a look. Green pretends not to see that.
In an amazing fit of temperance, she reigns in her emotions and asks once again. This time with a tad more sincerity. “Come on, please? Look the only reason we even did this was because you took someone that was very dear to us. Would you at least indulge us as to why you’d take Red away from us?”
The mythical discolored creature faltered but still kept up a brave front, annoyingly tight lipped. Its small body suppresses its own involuntary shaking. Green rolled his eyes and stepped forward. Taking out a remote with a button from his breast pocket, he gestures at the device for the shiny mew to see and smirks. Leaf raised an eyebrow at that.
“Hey kitty-kat, wanna see what happens when the distorted reality of the 5th dimension gets condensed as well?”
Its eyes widen in understanding.
Mew looks back at the woman and whimpers. Pleading with its eyes to stop him. Puppy eyes front and center, never mind dignity. that human is crazy!
While Mew is distracted, Green discreetly winks at Leaf and does a circular motion with one finger. Follow my lead? Green may be an idiot, but he is not stupid. Fine, Leaf can do Green’s way first. Leaf shrugged nonchalantly at Mew. “Welp, guess there’s no going around this huh? Green, are you done with that?”
If it was any possible, Mew’s eyes grew even wider.
Just one more push.
Green thought it too and smirked. For a psychic pokemon, this little guy sure is easily persuaded if provoked. He made a show to play around with the remote, who Leaf was sure was the same dead tv remote she was trying to find days ago, that flickered into that low lighted effect. Purely for aesthetic reasons. Leaf rolled her eyes. What a drama queen.
But the shiny Mew didn’t know that. With its powers suppressed by the cage, the discolored mythic creature had no choice but to believe them.
In a grandiose manner, Green lifted the remote into the air and cockely smirked at the Mew one last time. “Any last words?”
Unexpectedly, Mew bursted out into tears.
Oops.
///
Leaf is never going to listen to Green’s half brained plans ever again. Watching Green frantically opening the cage and clumsily rocking back and forth the sobbing pokemon on his arms in an awkward attempt to stop it from crying ...is still surreal.
The remote lay forgotten on one of the tables. The children who were at the sidelines were now offering their popcorn at the small cat all the while backhandedly insulting Green while talking to the mythical creature at his arms as a form of comfort. Eevee, from the sound of it, joins in as well.
She doesn't know if recording all of this on camera was a bit mean or not but who cares. Green started this so it’s fair if Leaf could at least get blackmail out of this.
Everyone knows not to mess with something that was not supposed to touch. But a desperate person is bound to do something like this so Leaf was surprised it took her this long to figure out Green’s actions.
A flustered Green with an armful of crying mythical pokemon is still a funny sight though.
After a few more hours of Green regretting everything and Mew crying, they all settled down criss cross apple on the floor with Green rubbing small circles with two fingers on Mew’s back, who was burying its face on Green’s shirt, sniffling while accepting snacks from the children every few minutes.
When Green dared to deemed it safe enough, he nudged Mew with the lightest touch he could make and whispered to its ear, “Sorry.” Yeahh...so about his plans to slightly persuade Mew into bringing back Red has failed. Yeah.
All he really is doing is screwing up huh?
The mew turned its head to the side and scrowled as best as it could. It still looks like a pout. But it still sneaks glances at him so he counts it as a win.
Meanwhile, Leaf lifted an eyebrow at that, Selene stared curiously wide eyed and Helios scoffed. Green pointedly ignored his audience, who also joined sitting on the floor.
But he will destroy that camera, Leaf. Don’t think he can’t see that pointing at him.
A small feline smile almost emerged before it was hidden immediately.
Eevee throughout the event, just doing what it pleases. Resting on Helios’ knee while Selene, who was beside him, gave Eevee scratches to where they all knew it would be the best place to scratch. Green got this, Eevee rationalized itself and settled down with a content smile.
The phone buzzed under his shirt again. In a practiced way, he took out his poryphone and looked at the notification. Red. Green bit the inside of his cheek to stop whatever emotion he was feeling right now. Not the time nor the place to feel things.
Just come back...
Green thumbed onto the light touchscreen with a bit of hesitation.
Red: Just arrived at the frontier. Everything is weird.
Green : How so?
Red: Just weird.
Green scoff.
Green : ̶J̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶c̶om̶e̶ ̶ba̶c̶k̶ ̶s̶a̶f̶e̶ Don’t lose at those losers, loser.
Red: Great choice of words.
Green: ̶Y̶ou̶ ̶s̶t̶i̶ll lo̶v̶e̶ ̶m̶e̶ ̶w̶ha̶t̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ I’m still hot though.
Red: That doesn't make any sense.
Green: ̶The̶n̶ ̶c̶om̶e̶ ̶ba̶c̶k̶,̶ ̶t̶he̶ ̶w̶or̶l̶d f̶e̶l̶t ̶w̶e̶i̶r̶d ̶w̶i̶t̶ho̶u̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶be̶s̶i̶de̶s̶ ̶m̶e̶ I’m the epitome of making sense.
Will he ever see him again? No, don't think like that. Red will be back. Don't give up. It's not like this was the only option.
There has got to be another way to bring him back safe.
He returns the phone back into the confines of his pocket, ever so delicately. Green tries not to think of anything else and focuses on the light fur on the pokemon on his arms. He is lost in thought. What else can he do…
Don’t give up.
Last time you gave up, you almost lost Red.
Unseen by him, glowing maroon eyes widen then crinkle under the guilt. It...doesn't mean to do this. Mew subtly shifted just to see Green, too busy thinking to see Mew staring at him. What was previously a vibrant presence was now covered with layers of shadows looking all too familiar with its presence by its shoulders.
Mew sighs. Maybe… just maybe. It rested its head on Green's crossed legs.
It...wasn't be this way…
Green snaps his attention to Mew. His mindless strokes on its back, ceased. Pity, it liked it to continue.
I need him. Red.
Hesitant but then continued the strokes as if saying, 'continue'. Mew doesn't have the heart to admit that they can also hear the desperate 'please' on that action.
Red only can do this. Not me. Him as trainer to get the...unnatural.
Finally Green breaks the silence, "....what does he needs to get that even you can't do?"
Mew sits up and looks at Its chosen's partner of life and soul in the eyes. The one that unknowingly completes the coincidence for fate to set motion on its chosen's path to strength.
To capture that you people named MissingNo.
Green's body ran cold.
"MissingNo?" Two childlike voices chimed together, almost making Green jump out of his seat. Jeez, he almost forgot about the terrible duo. He took his eyes off the pokemon from his hold to the duo who titled both of their heads to the side like a lost rockruff.
That adorable comparison stays with Green for the rest of his days. It almost makes him forget about the subject matter.
Almost.
Leaf met Green’s eyes and nodded.
Green narrowed his eyes back to Mew's stare and demanded, "Explain."
Mew’s eyes flicker from Green to Leaf, to the kids, to the Eevee and back again to Green. It then settled comfortably in his arms.
MissingNo is by any means, not actually a pokemon. Its presence alone distorts the very reality it stands on. Its.. for the lack of better words, an abomination of reality itself. Mew shivered at the memories. Nobody could stand it. Not even me. Alpha could but they’re still sleeping.
“Alpha?”
Arceus.
“Oh.”
Leaf finally speaks, “Wait a minute, If you of all pokemon can’t even get near to MissingNo, then how can you even expect Red to do for you, let alone capture it?”
Mew looks at her and says, because he is the only one that I know that manages to see that... that thing with no repercussions. I only manage to survive to see it because of what I am, but other than that, I cannot go near to it again for fear I may never survive a second encounter.
Green sneered, memories of Red at Mt. Silver precisely because of MissingNo. “He didn’t really handle that encounter well either, bucko.”
Mew shook its head from side to side. No, I mean to say that nobody should be able to survive except for me. But Red, against all odds can actually see it without going insane. Madness sets in inside to whoever lay their eyes on MissingNo. Humans can’t really handle the existence that was MissingNo so…
Nobody wants to answer that end of the sentence.
Leaf slams her hands on the ground, making Green actually jump a bit on his seat. "Snacks!" She loudly exclaimed to the wide eyed group.
Leaf then hastily lifted herself up, pointed a finger at Mew and Green and said, " I need wine for this," she then eyed at the curious kids. "And some snacks then." She murmurs to herself as she makes a beeline towards the kitchen.
Helios blinked, staring at the door, not even noticing Selene stealing the last remaining popcorn away with Eevee helping finishing it off.“Welp that happened.”
Green snorts and pets Mew from his arms again. “Gee ya think, kid?”
Mew hiccups.
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Leaf came back with a bottle of cider and bag full of chips.
“They don’t have any wine.”
Green looked at the overflowing goods at her hands with an eyebrow raised. “Did you just raid their whole stock?”
“I need it.” Leaf hissed, giving the snacks to his arm stretched palm and to the eager kids, then opened the bottle with more force than one needed to. “I’ll pay for it later, when they come back.”
Mew titled their overly large head to the side. They then opened their mouth when Green silently offered a chip.
///
Mew munched onto the oily chips with a birdlike appetite. It looked at everyone in the room who all helped themselves with the snacks, then back again to stare at Green.
What a reckless personality. One would think that if someone is intelligent, they won’t be so eager to jump in a pool of lava if they could help it.
Green looks up to meet Mew’s eyes. They looked at each other, assessing and evaluating what they both saw from each other. Green was the first to break eye contact and asked, “Sooo….if you just need Red to capture you-know-what, then why are you here? Should you Idunno, be at least in direct contact with him or something?”
It then floated away from the warmth that was his arms, ignored his sputter and stared directly back into Green’s eyes. Without looking at the back, it uses confusion to telekinetically take a bag of chips and offers some to Green, who rejects it with a shake of his head. Mew takes the chips closer to itself then shakes its head in negativity.
I cannot stay there for any longer than necessary. It would alert MissingNo about my presence and would try to fight me, which would be a very bad idea.
Mew munches more of the chips, not noticing the crumbs accumulating on its face. Green chuckles at that image then uses his handkerchief on his persona to wipe some off. Mew floats still and lets him do just that. Mew looked a bit more conflicted than before then asked the question that has been brewing at the back of its mind.
May I ask a question?
“Shoot.”
Why do you go through these lengths for Red?
Green paused.
Then his thoughts strayed about how the ambers around a snowstorm never seems to dissipate. That despite all that, those flames seem to be the warmest. He would think of all the times he broke the promise to never leave again only to leave their friendship. Green then though about how cold the left side of his bed feels without that idiot by his side.
It felt weird. It felt wrong. He then remembers how they never even got a chance to have that ideal honeymoon night he always daydreams of, then he blushed.
"Hey- I mea- The- That’s because we're a package deal. Yeah! Wherever he is, I will be there! We literally grew up living together! Not being with him feels, well.." Green looks away for a second and shrugs. Putting away the handkerchief more time than necessary to hide his face that was blushing up a storm. "Feels wrong. Feels like losing a part of myself, you know?"
Mew stared at him with its huge eyes. In the background, Mew can feel the eyes of Leaf silently staring at them while she and the kids are enjoying the snacks with Eevee.
He tchs, rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Ah-! Forget it. Wait..”
Green turned back to Mew, he questioned, “If you can’t directly interfere or talk to Red without alerting the MissingNo, then how do you suppose to communicate to Red, telling him to capture it?”
Mew’s tail flickers back and forth in anxiety.
I don’t
Green lifts an eyebrow.
I’ve given him the Spoon.
Green waited for a few more moments. He then briefly closed his eyes and crossed his arms. Mew doesn't’ miss how Green’s eyes strayed briefly at the pointy devices in the lab.
He opened his eyes, “Ok, I’ll bite.” He took a deep breath and calmly asked.” What the f@*& is that supposed to mean?”
Mew’s large crimson eyes blinked a few times before widening a little in realization.
Ohh I forgot those were not a thing in this universe...My apologies. Ok let me explain. The spoon of destiny is an item shaped and bent by fate and the will of the user to let them seek what they desire and need at that time.
“So you've given Red a spoon that bends?”
Pretty much yeah.
“And you're betting on the fact that Red, the stubbornest person that I know, will suddenly follow a piece of metal instead of what he was trying to do for the past couple of days?”
I did try teleporting him to places where MissingNo appeared before but… Mew shivered from the memory. They then looked at Green with horrified eyes that had seen a predator. How in the world is that human so terrifying?!? Everytime I tried to teleport him to places, he pursued me nonstop with that scary strength and don't get me started on his stamina!
Green looked at Mew with a slight smirk. The first one Mew saw for the first time. ”Heh.You reap what you’ve sow. That’s what you get for trying to do things without explaining to him.”
Mew pathetically whined. I was hoping he would understand my intentions!
He looked at the pokemon with pure pity in his eyes. “You would have much better luck with a magikarp than Red when it comes down to directions. Why'd You think I always led him when we were on our journey?”
Mew clutched its large head with its tiny paws, looking quite ready to cry.
Green can sympathize with the feeling.
I already gave him what he needed for this task, but why does plans kept falling apart?!
“Mew?”
A psychic pokemon with a caliber to destroy and bend realities does not get frightened easily. But if by a rare chance they do get scared, the results, by Green’s opinion, are hilarious.
Eeep!! Mew shrill in fright as their fur stands up, making them look like a floating cloud with a tail instead of their usual sleek look.
The chips that were floating by Mew, suddenly fell down. Using agility, Eevee quickly hops away from her human chair to capture each and every single one chip into her mouth. Eevee ignores the muttered ‘Oi’ from her trainer as she focuses on chewing the flavors on her mouth.
As quick as Eevee was, Mew immediately flew from in front of Green into his back.
Green sweat drops. Eevee mewled happily to him and lazily walked to Green’s side; rubbed his side with her head with a purr. He rolled his eyes and petted Eevee’s needy head with a fond touch. The cloud with a tail takes a peek from their hiding place.
Hand in the air, looking lost was Selene who called out to Mew. “Um, Mew?” Selene blinked, lowered her hand in confusion. “ If you just need a gopher, you can just maybe use Green?”
A beat of silence.
Then as quickly as he came to process the idea, Helios suddenly jumped from the floor to stand and cackled in delight, as if he couldn't control his excitement, grabbed the puffed pokemon behind Green into a bear hug and gleefully exclaimed, “That’s a great idea!”
Ohh, this is going to be goood. Helios will be happy for the rest of the day knowing his pain from doing all of the grunt work from yesterday will be all but transferred to Green.
Mew just lets the child hold them.
Green just stared incredulously at Selene. “Kid, what the hell?”
Selene just shrugs. “Just seems like the thing you would do, after..” She waved her hand to the direction of the cage. Oh yeah, he kinda forgot about that.
With a flick of her hair, Leaf added with a grin, “Not gonna lie, this might be our last other option.”
Green snorts and stands up. Ignoring the delighted kid and the rattled puffed on the kid’s arms, he makes a beeline for the large cabinet from the side with Eevee on his heels. Leaf and Sselene followed suit. He opened the cabinet and showed some things.
A traveling bag, some scientific journals and a published book from Sinnoh about the legend of Palkia and Dialga.
Leaf’s eyes widen in recognition. She turned to Green, who crossed his arms once more while leaning to the side, and hissed, “ No.”
“Yes.”
“Green, no. You are not repeating what that loon did. That guy nearly destroyed the world!”
“Yeah well, I don’t have an organization bent on ruling/controlling the world and an eleven year old trying to stop me so I’m pretty sure I can do this. Besides, I’m just trying to get Red back, not doing what Giovanni is trying to do.”
“That still doesn’t make any better!”
Selene, who was already getting bored at what the adults are saying, joined Helios in hugging the mythical pokemon. Hey, she is not letting this chance slip away. Unlike the cute pokemon on her arms, the guardians of Alola are spiky to hug. And well, Mew is soft to touch.
Mew waited out until they calmed down, the hugs from the children helped. With a gentle nip for each child as thanks, they flew out from their hands. A mischievous grin stretched on their face as they floated towards the bickering adults.
Eevee huffed and groomed herself neatly from the sideline. What doesn’t bother her, ain’t her problem. She welcomed the children and bestowed them the privilege of letting them pet her once more. It's not because she is a softie. Nope she is not.
Then Mew headbutted Green right on the forehead.
Be my gopher!
“What the @&#k! ”
He covered his wounded forehead and glared at the innocent looking discolored pokemon infront of him. Mew just smiled triumphantly. Payback.
Green could only growled, he glared even more at Leaf, who was trying her hardest to stifle her laughter. “Green, language ~ ”
He glowered at the two.
Then he sighed. Rubbing the pain away from his forehead, he defeatedly admitted. “Fine.” Like Leaf said, this might be their only real chance to bring Red back home. And now that he thinks about it, apprehending Palkia is a bit too much even for him.
He whistled for Eevee, who like always, swiftly returned to his side once more. He looked back at Mew. “I’ll be your messenger boy or whatever and you’ll bring us back home when this whole fiasco’s done, got it?”
Mew grinned mischievously. Green barely managed to grab hold of the traveler bag he had prepared in the cabinet before was being whisked away in the same method as Red.
The door slammed open to reveal the married scientists barely out of breath. “Is Mew still here?!” Professor Burnet all but shouted in frantic. Her husband, clutching some recording paraphernalia on his hands, widely searched the room with the eyes of a determined scientist.
Selene and Helios both pointed at the spot where Mew and Green were just standing 0.2 seconds ago. “ You just missed them.” Leaf spoken up.
Is it just Selene or hearing some fully grown adults cry in despair over missing their once in a lifetime chance looks kinda funny to her?
Selene was so glad to have the foresight to bring her phone. At least this way, she had proof on why her ears ring that day.
////////
The sea salt air of the sunrise felt like a wayward dream. The cold from the night slowly dissipates but still cling to the atmosphere like a child clutching a teddy bear, not ready to let go.
Ignoring the two pokedex holders of Johto arguing in the background, Red welcomes the cold air like an old friend and looks at the horizon. There, from afar but getting closer, is the Frontier that will be the the stage for the reawakening of Jirachi and the Senior Pokedex holder. Leaning with his arms on the railings, he wonders what in the world is Green doing.
The stars that have not been hidden by the orange sky look similar to his. He wonders if Green is also watching the sky as well. Red narrowed his eyes in thought. Better yet, what the hell is that ominous last message? It’s been 3 days since their last video call.
Was it three days ago? Frustration bubbled inside but Red quickly extinguished it. What is this world’s deal anyway? At first Red ignored some events as coincidence or just him losing a bit of sense of time, but as time dragged on Red could not ignore it no more.
This world doesn't make any sense at all.
The only reason Red even manages to notice it was by the help of Green. By staying in line with Green, he quickly figures out that time here is inconsistent.
Like say for example, yesterday he texted Green about his impromptu training session with Gold (more like Gold ambushed him into sparring with hopes of mastering his and Typlosion’s fire attack that Kimberly ‘kindly’ showed them) when Green messages him with:
Green :Yesh take time to rest, it's been 5 days since that brat ambushed u into helping him with his training.
And just like that Red remembers. He remembers that, yes they did do training but was it just recent? Red remembers… that he...eh?
What?
At first, Red writes it off as being off of his game. What with the traveling and stuff. Then it happened again. And again. And again until Red cannot ignore it any longer.
Either time here is moving very slow that the natives simply write it off as a normal occurrence or...
Being here might have to do something with that...
Or maybe time moves differently from different alternate universes?
What felt just like yesterday for him felt like the yesterday he was experiencing was wringed tightly until yesterday felt like 7 days packed into just one day. That could explain how Gold manages to acquire such a difficult fire move that usually for his level would need to acquire a lot more training time.
He tried to subtly hint at that feeling at Crys and as he thought, he wasn't the only one feeling like that.
To be safe, he did with everyone on the ship and without fail, everyone else felt the same. Though Gold thought he was just being philosophical.
And what’s even concerning was that last conversation he had with Kimberly
“Well then! This is my stop!” Kimberly smiled at that crone look that Red came to associate with her and jumped on the back of her Dragonite. An offshore island just on sight.
Red showed her his notepad. You won't say goodbye?
Kimberly cackled and leaned to the side to see Gold and Typhlosion below, unseen by them. “My job here is done now, and with you supervising, even that rude boy can master my technique without any problems!” Saying all that with utmost confidence and giving him the thumbs up. Red sweat drops at that.
He then helds up a hand, and shows her a page that he prepared for his question.
Luckily, Kimberly was patient enough to sit still and read it. Her expression becomes serious in a split second before returning into that cocky crone like smile. She then threw the pad back to him, and cackled, “ Oh boy, you too? And here I though I was going senile. But don’t worry, this happens more often than not.” Kimberly then winked, as if sharing a secret. “ Don’t play cute here boy, I know you also noticed about the weird inconsistency on time.”
She then shrugged. “Too bad, even I’m at a loss here. But this ‘phenomenon’ has not been that bad, so as long as it’s not acting out badly for us, why bother?”
Dragonite, with its wings flapping ascending into the sky, flew higher and higher.
Kimberly threw her parting words through her shoulder as she and her dragonite faded from view.
“I’m leaving that mystery to you! ”
Oh yeah sure, go shove all of your problems and mysteries to Red. It’s not like he has a lot on his plate right now.
He shifted his weight a bit and felt something inside of his hat. Red bit out a groan as he fished out a metal spoon out of his hat. And what the hell is going on with this stupid spoon?!
"Yo! Find another spoon?"
Red groaned and chuck the spoon onto the open sea. Now this would be called littering, but to Red it's just a temporary solution.
Gold helpfully pointed to his vest pocket.
Red gives up trying to get rid of it and instead ignores the spoon's existence entirely.
Gold, not helpfully, grin. "Hey, at least you'll have a spoon for eating cereal whenever and wherever you want to eat some."
Red glares at him, Gold holds up his hands and grins obnoxiously. Crys walks towards them and rolls her eyes.
"Seriously Gold, don't just stand there and tease Rouge about this. By the way," Crys turned to Red and asked, " Are you sure you want to do this? This is a lot to ask for and we don't have a lot of time to think of a better plan than this so if you want to back out now.."
Red shook his head. Crys beamed him a smile. "Great! Now from here and out, let's make sure this won't go badly. I hope."
"Hey, why are you looking at me like that super serious gal!?"
"Nothing~"
"...Is this because Exbo accidentally burns your bag from the side yesterday?"
"..."
"That was one time!"
Notes:
If there are any corrections needed to fix or something, pls tell me. I wanna improve. Stay safe!!
Chapter 10: Just a pikachu filler
Summary:
A few days ago during Kimberly’s special training through a certain pikachu's POV.
Notes:
I have no idea if I should consider this as a filler or not cuz chapter 10 and chapter 11 supposed to be one chapter. I decided to just separate the two, ya'll see why...
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
A few days ago...
During Kimberly’s special training.
It’s so uncomfortable….that wrinkly old hag better make good of her promise.
“................”
He tilted his head to the side, chubby cheeks jiggling slightly. What’s going on from the outside? His tall ears twitched as he listened closely. A rustle from the side made him open his eyes and look at her. A barrier made of red walls is the only thing that separates them. He smiled and she nervously gives one back.
Her trainer has always been nervous. Maybe she got some of hers?
Don’t worry! He tries to squeak from his side, instead gives a confident smile and straightens out his back in a show of confidence. It’s still fine!
The tension from her slowly dissipates.
He doesn’t show any. He’ll be strong. He'll be fine.
The noise gets louder and louder. Hmmm...those voices sound familiar… Nope wait, that's just ‘Goldie’? No wait, Gold. Yes Gold. Oh! Maybe he could meet up with his spunky pichu again!
Uwa ah ha! His cheek was squished at the side by the red transparent wall. Ughh, the old woman is moving too much…
An opening gives him a small view from the outside. Hmm? Wait, is that?! He rolled his container at the right timing and got out of his container, facing.. Hm? Not Red? He looks like him but his aura…
It’s not him! It's another imposter!
Pika immediately goes into a battle stance and glares at the imposter. Cheeks sparking with frustration and anger. Why can’t anything go right, for once?! ‘Red’ took a step back, confusion shown clear as day. Pika really wants to roll their eyes. Oh please spare him the charades. Copying ‘Red’s face won’t fool him this time. Aughhhhh, it pisses him off just remembering that! Pika bent its forearms and string himself to attack the imposter with an iron tail.
Clash!
Pika then found himself in front of a mirror.
No wait, the mirror quickly pulled its weight and shoved Pika to the side. Countering the attack while protecting who's behind the imposter.
Wh-what in the name of alpha is going on here?!?
It's no..its not him. The Red that Pika knows has a lot of kind words ready to be spoken out. Even if a person who really needs it doesn't want it.
Give him back...
Give me my Red back, you imposter!
The sparks on his cheeks are volatile like a bomb ready to explode. His eyes sharpen as the cute cheeks on either side of his head puffed, readily charging up.
But then, Pika lost.
Lying on the ground, Pika blinked. He picked himself up and shook off the dust. One more time.
And again, in a blink of an eye, Pika lost.
Straining himself to sit up, Pika looks up to see the worried look of Red.
Wait, no. Get a hold of yourself, that’s not Red! ‘Red’ flinched and tooks a step back. Wait, wait,wait.
Pika narrowed his eyes from a sudden thought.
Why?
Why is the imposter not talking?
Pika looks back to his look-alike with newfound suspicion.
“Ready to listen now?” His mirror suddenly squeaked, ready to spring at any sudden actions.
Pika eyed him for a moment before asking, “Hey, are you close?” He gestured at the human behind his Mirror. The Mirror gave him a Look, which excuseee him for asking! sheesh, and nodded once.
Pika relaxed for a bit. But just for a bit. The Mirror also does the same.
///
Pika sits on the floor, sulking (he is not pouting, no he is not, Chuchu!) as he watches Chuchu warming up to everyone on board. His cheeks puffed and huffed as he pointedly looked away from Gold’s questioned stare that was directed towards him.
Hm! Pika will just have to focus on giving support so that his Red will be back. The moment that copy ever ruins things.. well.
///
That copy is running around all over the ship again. Pika once overheard that he’s been asking around something about time? Eh, not his business. Now, where are those berries…
He is now a bit bored but maybe… Oh he’s got a great idea! How about he help train Goldie and that's..um what’s her name again? Ahh whatever, Pika just likes disturbing Gold. Hehehe, beating Goldie and Typlo-something is always a fun pastime.
///
Tonight, Pika saw that copyface on the floor, sitting beside a heavy wrapped crate with a scared look on his face. Clutching his shirt as he stared at the horizon. The morning sun reflected light that strayed a bit far that gleamed off his sweat that rolled down from his face as he breathed in a slow yet rugged manner.
Pika raised an eyebrow. Did that guy seriously just slept on a cold hard surface when there was a perfectly good bed available?
Whatever. It's not like it's his problem or anything.
. ..
Aughhh...but...But!
Pika is still suspicious (curious) about this stranger so what harm can he do if Pika approaches him? It's not like he can do any harm without his team. Pika checked awhile ago, this look-a-like is alone.
Walking on fours, he approaches with vigilance.
Hmm? Anxiety?
Pika smelled the air once more. Yup, it's the smell of fear alright. Heh, did this human notice his awe inspiring strength at last? Hehe.
Oh wait, cold hard ground, hazy eyes as if just waking up….ohhhh. Is the Mirror of his trainer having a nightmare? Oh if so, Pika gives his go ahead at continuing at it.
Don't mind him, he is also in a nightmare of his own. Maybe Pika can also wake up and find himself in the arms of his very much alive trainer. If he were that lucky…
Thd trainer finally noticed him and silently stared at Pika. What? It's not like Pika planned to do anything at all, he is still very much suspicious of you! Hm!
The red vest wearing person quirked a barely seen smile. Huh, Pika has to admit, that alone makes him almost human. No what, wait huhhh? Ugh, Pika no that is a copypaste human. Don’t you dare fall for it like last time.
Pika makes a tactical retreat. (No. It's not running away because of how he looks a lot like Red when he smiles. No it's not.)
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Today, Red’s mirror is in a dilemma.
Specifically, a spoon problem.
Pika was having a blast watching him frantically running all over the ship just to dump that spoon.
He's really magnetic today, eh?
At the railings, the copy turns to Pika and glares at him as if sensing something. Ehhh? Pika did nothing wrong here. His glare intensifies as Pika tries to do his best impression of a wooper.
Hehehe.
Pika points at the spoon that appears suddenly on the copy’s left hand. Impulsively, he drops it onto the floor. The impact lets the spoon skitters across the floor until it descends onto the ocean with a sounding plop. Both pokemon and the human just stared at the ocean.
That is until Gold arrived at the scene and remarked, “Hey man, nice accessory.” Motioned at the spoon that tucked itself at the copy’s ears.
Gold is just a bundle of joy, Pika later decides.
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Tucked hidden in a corner, Pika eyes his mirror and that creepy fake pokemon that tries to look a lot like him buttering up on Red's copycat.
The breeze of the open ocean made his eyes water a bit.
What are you doing? Chuchu, bless her sweet yet very trusting personality, tilts her head to the side as she appears out of nowhere just behind him. Pika quickly tries to hide the both of them but was quickly spotted by that creepy stuffed toy!
Egh! Aghhk!
Pike tries very hard not to flinch. He fails.
Ughhk! Now Chuchu thinks he's so lame! Especially when Chuchu's the one that's been approaching everyone on the ship fearlessly. Including that creepy pokemon!
'Red' then beckons the two to come closer to them. Um, can I get a raincheck on that? Fearless and amazing like always, Chuchu bravely approaches the trio.
Or maybe she was just getting closer to the berry being offered by the trainer's hand.
Reluctantly, Pika follows. He follows because he was a loyal pokemon and as such will not leave her alone with the trio that Pika doesn't trust the most.
Look, the rumbling on his stomach is just a small indigestion. Nothing else.
The berry is so shiny lookin- ahem.
With just the right amount of sweetness and ripenes- AHEM. AHEM.
Pika ignores the looks of curiosity(concern) as he clears out his mind and the small chunk of the berry that has been swallowed the slightly wrong way.
Being preoccupied with not choking to death and ignoring everyone but Chuchu didn't let him be prepared for the slight bump on the ship.
It happens so fast. He was on the vessel then he was on the waters. Good thing, he had a trick to stay afloat. Courtesy of being one of the best of course!
Pika smugly smiled up at the people who came to look at him. Then he notices the intrigued look of that copycat.
What was that about?
Then that ba**ard mirror had to one up him by literally summoning a powerful wave and riding on it. Holding a hand at him to grab on board back to the ferry.
To shock to think of anything, he mindlessly grabs it.
///
After that, Pika had one goal on his mind.
To learn that move. He didn't know his kind can literally move water! Wtf, that was so cool.
Too bad his mirror is so tight lipped about how to do it. Killjoy.
Luckily for him, his trainer readily agrees.
Huh.
///
That 'Rouge' trainer guy seems ok for now.
///
Nevermind, he is a demon from hell.
A slavedriver. Even worse than that Green fellow that once trained him after he and Red accidentally swapped their teams' pokemons.
The encouraging scratches that is heavenly to receive every time Pika almost lifted the moving waters below by creatively using his surfing move makes this training even harder.
Ughhhh. His muscles. Are they putty now?
A shiny sheen that indicates a slight sweat from his brow is the only hint Pika gets to know that the trainer is also being tired from training him all morning. Amazingly the trainer encouragingly smiled at him.
So he is a human being capable of smiling. What an amazing discovery, call the professors, Pika made the discovery of the century.
The trainer huffed as if he could tell what Pika was thinking and offered a delicious looking berry drink.
Now that's a beautiful reward.
He could cry. It's so delicious.
Wait, is that a hint of ketchu- Omg.
Heaven.
Above the deck, Pika could see the container that protects his own trainer from all of the elements that could break him. He side-eyed his companion who is currently busy looking at his phin-no wait phone.
That's the name, right? Right.
Pike looks back and forth between the container and the trainer.
Tomorrow's the day. He overheard a conversation between that gal that could kick really hard and Goldie that tomorrow is the day where he could finally get a chance to fight for his trainer to get back again.
He puffed his cheeks slightly as he came to a conclusion all the while taking his time to slurp the divine drink.
Alrighty then, Pika gives out his hope that this trainer will, at least give them the edge to finally free his trainer and Chuchu's trainer from their prison.
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His surf move is a lot stronger now. Pika might not have managed to recreate his mirror's move but that's ok. That's fine.
He can manage this. Pika wants his trainer to help him train anyways. He'll use his strengthen surf move to his advantage in this fight.
And then when everything is alright, he'll endlessly bother Red to help him recreate the move.
Pika grabs hold of Red's cap tightly to his head as he surfs towards the building.
He hopes with all of his might that he'll see Red again. Unknowingly, a certain stuffed toy was following Pika through the sea breeze together with Chuchu.
Notes:
Pika is a precious sassy little bean and no one can tell me otherwise. Btw, sorry if it took awhile...
Chapter 11: ????Message received By??
Summary:
A message for game!Red from MissingNo and the continuation of the plot. Also a hint of manga!Red's past.
Notes:
If u get freaked out by horror or something like that, then its better to skip the ??? on the story...
Just skip under ??? until u can only see just letters...
If u managed to solve this chapter, yay!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
The attack that was supposed to be for Guile, came at the statues. At the last second, it was deflected by a strand of darkness.
In front of the statues, standing menacingly at everyone was a tiny little pokemon. Covered in a pikachu stuffed toy overcoat, the tendrils of darkness retreated back inside.
An aura of bloodthirst surrounds the tiny pokemon as it seemingly glares at everyone, who all suddenly got goosebumps all around them.
Then a crack appears.
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"Amnesia, so that's how it is…" The aging professor muttered under his breath in thought as he went over what Red confessed to him.
Red rubbed the back of his nape as he looked away. "Yeah… the people that found me told me that I was washed up by the shore near here. Told me I was involved in a shipwreck of some kind. The only thing I could remember at that time was my own name and the fact that I lived in Pallet town. Other than that, nothing."
"But Red, what makes you so sure that you have no more family?"
Red just gives out a sad smile.
"If I had one, I would have been searched for a long time ago like Blue did with her parents."
He looks away. "And personally, it would have been better if I just forget everything before."
He then smiled brightly at Professor Oak. For the old man in the room, he felt that smile was the loneliest looking of all.
Professor Oak puts down the photo with a simple click. Amnesia… if that was the reason maybe that 'Rouge' fellow also has one. He turned around and punched in some familiar numbers.
Bzzz. Bzzz.. Click. "Hey Professor, just in time! I was just about to call you!"
"Yes, well I also had something to talk about, Scott. It's about the.."
If everything goes well, maybe Rouge is the family Red secretly searches for. The Professor boots up the computer with one hand on the phone as he searches for news about a shipwreck near Pallet town shores years ago.
For the meantime, he should make things smoother for everyone else by pulling just a couple of strings.
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Have you ever wondered what it is like being turned into stone? For Red, it's a sort of apathy being literally crystallized into your whole body.
It was as if time freezes and moves too fast at the same moment you tried to breathe.
It's both suffocatingly claustrophobic yet at the same time blissfully empty.
What time is it?
What is even time?
1..2...3….4…..5…..6…..7…..8…
What is the meaning of his name?
And what is he even trying to think?
Is this a prison of self or liberation of doubt…
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Where is he?
Where is him?
Where are they?
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Its noisy….
NoIsY...
The WhY Is IT so NOisY?!?!
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He wants to be deaf, and yet he has ears. He has no tears, and he wants to cry.
I had no breath, and he must exhale.
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0̴̻̟͆͜͝1̵͖̙̙͒̈́0̸̞͇̠͋͊͝0̴͔̺̒͠1̴͖͉͍͆̈́̓1̵̺̫͉̒̚͝0̸̡̻̠̓͒͠0̸̫͕̝͑̾̚ 0̴͙̦̠͋̔͑1̸͙̫̓̽̾1̸̡̪̓̾͝0̵̻͇͍̾̈́0̵͙̠̦̓̓1̸͉͎̙͐͑͝0̴͔̘͖͒̿̾1̸͕͎͓̒͒͒ 0̴̫̻̞̒͝͠1̸̢̫͓̈́̓͐1̸͓͍͓͆͐͝1̸̠͖͕͆͝0̸͉͙̘̓1̸̼̫̦̔͌͌0̴͇̘͙͊͌̾0̴̡͖̐̈́͝ 0̵͔̦͛͒͆0̵͙̝͙͑1̸͖͉̘͠͝͝0̵̙̼̫͊̕0̴͇̝͍͆̓͆1̵̞̞̦͋1̵͉͎̒̓̐1̸̟͖̠͑̾͝ 0̸̡͇͚͌͋͐1̴͎̺̺̒͐1̴̡͔͋̓̾1̵̙̝̝͒̿̕0̸̦̫͐͊0̴̙͚̠͊̒̒1̵̼͎̝̔̓1̵̦͔̦̐͒̕ 0̸̼̺͕̾͐͛0̵̞̙͒͠͠1̸̢̙̈́͑͝0̴͍͕̒͆̾͜0̴͙̠̻͐͋0̸̡͉̝͒0̸̢͙͛͛͜͠0̸͍̻͋̚̚ 0̸̻̪͍̓̿̈́1̴͚͉͎̚͝͝1̸̝͖͋͘0̴̟͇̒͠0̴͎͍͖͑͝1̴͎͕̘̐̔̽1̴͓̞̞̓͐͋0̸͓̘̒͠͝ 0̴̞̙̪͆͝1̵͍͖̟̽̔̚1̵̼͖̟̾͑͝0̴̝͙͇̓͛͝1̵̡̫̘̓͝0̴͉͎̫̐̒0̴̫̼͙͒͌͠1̵̢̠͇̈́̚͠ 0̸͙͍͌̔1̸͇͕̠̓͐̚1̸͖̠̦͋͒̒0̴̡͚̠̐͑̽1̴͓̦̙͋͑̚1̸͍̼͚̓̈́̒1̵̡̢̺̓̈́0̴̢͇͎̐̕ 0̸͖̒̓͜͜1̴͎͎̔͜͠1̵͔͓̓̈́͑͜0̴̞̙͇͌̿1̸̪̼̫̈́̈́̚0̴͎͖͎͛͐0̸͍͎̿̈́͠1̵̪͍̦͛̕͝ 0̵̼̔͜͝1̵̘͔͜͝1̴͕͕̦͛͐͛1̸̙̝̼̈́͝0̵̠͓͋͘͝0̵̢͖̟̈́͐͘1̸̡͇͔̓̽̿1̸̢̝̪͌̕ 0̸̻̫̼̐͘͘1̸̘͔̞̿̈́̈́1̴͖͎͋͜0̸̢̘͖͑̔͆1̴̢̪̝͌͝͝0̵͓̘̓͠0̵̢͎͉̈́̽̽0̴̡̠̫̚͝͝ 0̵͖̦̺̾̐͠0̵̙͍͐͆1̴̻͖̞͛͘0̵̠̙͕͑͊͝0̴̠͙͖͆͌̔0̴̠͖̓̔͌0̴̟͎̘͑͐̚0̵̪̠̞̾͠ 0̸͖͉͎̐͠1̸̝̻͉͛̚1̵̢̼̼̽͒1̵̦͓͎̿͑0̸̼͙̺̾͊͐1̸͕̠͖̒̐̕1̴͖̠͔͊͌̕1̵͉̘̞͌͊͐ 0̴̪̝͑1̵̢͕̟̓̈́̈́1̸̼͓̒̽̐͜0̴̟̘̘͌̔͘1̴̫͍͑͜͝0̸̻͚͆͌͐͜0̸̼̠͍̔͑̈́0̴͔̟̫̈́͐̚ 0̴̘̞̔͛͘͜1̸̢͓̻̓̐̓1̴̪͓͙͑̓͛0̵̼̻͚̓͊͐0̴͕̟̫͌̾͛0̸͓̺͐̐͑0̸͎̫͓͐͊̿1̵̘̙̫̓ 0̸͙̪͔̐͌̈́1̵̢͎̠̿͝1̵͔̟͇͑̓͛1̴̡̠̫̒̒͝0̸̙͖͑͋̕1̵̞̼̦͛͛̚0̵̫̙̻̾͒͛0̵̝̠͍͊̐͝ 0̵͔̞͚͑͋͠0̵̞͙̞̾̿1̴͇͓̙̿̈́0̵͍̼̙̔̓̓0̴͚̝͋̿͜0̸͉̪͔̒̒͝0̸̠͚̦̓̐͠0̵̢̪̼̐͒ 0̸̝̫̔͘͝1̵̡̞̝͒̽͝1̸̟͓͖̒͛͠1̴̞͙͎̒͘0̸̙̟͉͌̔͝1̵̡͓̚͜1̴̻̠̿̿͐͜1̸͎͉͌͊͊͜ 0̸̞͙̝̓̔̕1̵͙̈́͜͠1̵͙̠̞̔̽͠0̴͙͙͕͐̾͆0̸͚͙͚̒̐͠1̴̪̙̿͛̕0̴̙͕͕͐̚1̵̪͎̠͑͛͘ 0̵̘̝̔͌͝0̸͖͔̝̐͆1̵̡͔͉̓͋̒0̴̘͕͕͒͛̈́0̸͕̙̻̓̚1̴͍͙̓͘1̴̢̙͙͛̈́̾1̵̠̻̐͐̚͜ 0̵͎̝̈́̿̕1̵͓͔̘̈́̈́͠1̵̘̙̞̔̓1̴͙͚̽̽͝0̴̪̟̙͊͠1̵͉̝͙͌̈́͆1̸̝͓͙͒̈́̚0̴̢̙̙̿͠ 0̵̢̪̪̒͒͝1̵̢̫̘͆̐1̸̢̫̞̓̾0̴͍͎͊͒̿0̸̘͕̦̿͆̓1̵̦̠̠̾̿͝0̵̠̘̦̿̾͒1̴̞͍̘̒͐͝ 0̸͎͓͇͆̔̚0̴̙͉̺͋̾1̴̡͎͔̓̓̿0̴͚̫̠͒͝0̴̡͉͕͛̐̚0̵͖̝͍͌̓͝0̴͎̝͔͆͑̾0̵̡͚̪͌͛͐ 0̸͎͔̺͆̿1̵̦̻̺͐͋͘1̴͚̦̫̔̒1̴̢̪̦̔͋0̴̡̫̼̓0̵̠͎̿͒̈́1̸̙͇̼̒͆͘1̸͖̞̓͑̕ 0̵̪͖̪̚̕͠1̴͔̘̝̾̓̈́1̸͓̞̠̿̽1̸̞̫͐̿0̸͍͚͔͐͛̚1̴͇̘̝̈́̓͋0̵͚̦͙̐̿̓0̸̦͓͍͑̕ 0̴̼̘͛̔͠1̸̙͖͋̚͜͝1̸̘͎̘̾͊̾0̵̼̻͐͊̚͜0̴͎̠͇̈́͝͝0̸͇̼͎̿͐͘0̵̙͖̦̿̓̒1̴̢̻͎͆̓̓ 0̵̘͛͑͜͝1̴̡̞̦̐͛̈́1̸͚̙͓͌̈́̽1̸͕͍̓͆0̸̡̦̻͋͘0̸͉͓̔͒͠1̴͙͍̓͆̾͜0̸͓̝̙͆̚͝ 0̵͉̟͖͒̾1̴͕̪͒̐͘1̵̺̻͒̐͜͝1̵̝͎̼͊͘͝0̸͖͖͕̾͘̕1̸̪̼̐̾̿0̸͖͆̈́͜0̵͉̺̙̾̔͒ 0̵͇͔͇̓̐1̴̘̪̙͒͠͝1̴̻̝̞̓͛̕0̴͖̘̪͊̿̈́0̸̺̞̪͊͆͝1̴̢͚̪̈́͋0̵̪͎̦̿̕1̴͖̟̫͐̐̽ 0̸͍̫̿̿͝1̵͖̫͑͛̾1̴̡͉̝̕͝͠0̵̼̺͎͒͝0̴̡̘̝̾̔1̵̡̺̺̽̈́0̸̡̺̞̒̔͘0̴͔̟͋͐ 0̸̺̞̪͊͌͝0̴̠͖͒͠1̵̪̞̼̓̕0̵̟͉͙͒0̸̘̺̦͆̒̕0̸̡̝̐̕͠0̴͔͇̼͒̐̽0̴̘͇͕͆͆͆ 0̵̡̡̞͛̔̕0̴͉̠͙̾̈́0̵͖̝̝͒̚͝0̵͙͙͛͠1̸̡̞̽̐̈́0̵͓̫͔͌͒1̸̘̻͉̒̈́̽0̴̢͚͔͑͝ 0̴̻̫͎͐͠0̴̡̼̫͐͑̚0̴̠̙̠̈́̕͠0̴͇̦̪͛̚͝1̸͙̻͔̈́̈́0̴͕̫̟̓͠1̴͍͎͇̐͝͝0̴͓͖̟̈́͌͋ 0̸̡̟͌͊̽͜0̸͓͔͒̔̾0̵͕͍͐͜͠0̵͇̦͆̕͜͝1̵̫͔͍͌͌0̴͔̪̟͊̓͑1̸̢̙͉̓̿̕0̴̙͙̙̽̈́͌ 0̸͇͖͙̓̒͝0̸̟͉͔̒̕0̴͎͇̽͋͝0̸͙̪͕̔͘1̴̙̺͎̿̿0̵̡͙̦͆͊̔1̸͎͙͆̓͜͝0̴̘͔̠̿̐̔ 0̸̟̘̒͛0̸͕͉͇̔̚͝0̸̢̡̠̔͘0̴̠̝͐͋͘͜1̴̘͕̈́͆̒͜0̴̞͇͙̔̿̈́1̴̢͙̝͠͠0̵͙̻̓͋0
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0̢͚͉1͇̞͜0̞̠̫0̡̼͍0̟͚̪0̼̠̦0̢͉͉1̡͍͜ 0̞͓̼0̠͎1͉͔̞0͔͉̺0͎̟̼0̺͙̠0̦̪͓0̦̠ 0̢̼̞1̟͍̙1̟͇͙1̡̼͜0͔͖̻0̼͉1̼͙̙1̫̟ 0̼̫͓1͖̞͔1̟͓̠0̡̟̘1̙̝͜1͚͙͕1̫̫̦0̡̞͎ 0̡̙̼1͉͓͔1̦͇͔0̙͓͇1̡͖͜1̢͙̙1͔̘͚1͙̙͓ 0̝͕1͕̙̘1̡͇1̼̙͜0̘̻̻1̡̝͚1̙͖͜1͚̟̻ 0̝̟͚1̦̻͖1͇͎͔1̪͔͔0̺̟͔0̡̪͚1̙͖̺1͚͎ 0̺̻͎1̠̙͜1̡̪̞1͓̠̙0̙̘̘1͔͍0̺͎̫0̦͉͙ 0̺͕͜1̡͖͚1̻͖͕0͓̪͖1͇͕͙1̞͉1̻͚̦1͓̠̘ 0͇̪̫1̟͓1̙̦̺1͔̟̼0̢͖͉0̝͔1̻͚͜0͖̝͖ 0͓͔͎1͚͕1͙͍͎0͓̪͜1̢͙1̡͉̫0̻̞̼1͚͎ 0͍͙̟0̫̟͔1͙̞0͍͍̦0͖̞͚0͚̝͚0͓͔̪0̦̠͙ 0̫͖̺1̝̞̪1͉͖̙0̞̙͍0̢̝1͉̦̝0͇͓̝0̙̠̦ 0͕̻͎1̡͎̙1͉͕͙0͉̟͇1͖͙͉1̢̟͜1͍͔͖1͉͜ 0̡̼̪1̞̙̪1͔̙͕0̙̠͖0̝̻̞1͇͉͔0̢̺̟1̪̦̼ 0̢̺͙1̢͖1̡̙̦1͇̼͕0̝͙͚0͖͔1̠̫1͇͎ 0̫͚̠0̟̞̪1̢̙̘0͚̟͜0̝͎͜0̝͍̘0͇͎0̢̺̪ 0̡͍̙1͓̟̙1̢̘̼0̘̻͉0̫̘͕1̘̠̫1̼͉͍0͇̠̟ 0͓̫̼1͖͚̘1͚̪̼0̡̪̞0̢̠̪1̦̠͕0̟̞͕1̞͔͜ 0̦̪̟1͖͇͉1̪̞̦0̠͍̻0̦̘͖1̘͔̪0̡̻͜1̢̘͎ 0̻̺̞1͉͎͍1̼͎͕0͇̻̪1̦̻̦1̝͓̺0̼̙0̢͕͜ 0̺͇0͎̟̝1̢͚̘0̘̙͉0̺̠̠0̞͚̼0͕̝͕0͔͍ 0͙̻͜1̠͙1͖̼͎0̘͙̘0͙͚͍0͍̫1̡͜1̦̫͎ 0͎̺͜1̙͙͉1̡͇͕0͓̦1͎̟̪1̟̟1̪̠͓1͉͍ 0̢͎͜1͇̫̻1̙͚̫0̻͓͜1̝͇1̢͉0̢̝̟0̟̦̝ 0͉̟͖1̡͚̺1͇̞̟0͖̫͓0̝̙͕1̡͓͔0̢͔̠0͚͇̪ 0̡͍̙0̡̻̪1̘͍̠0͕͚̫1͉̞̘1̠͙͚0̪͖̘0͔͓͜ 0͓͖͚0̼̫͔1̢̟0̢̘͎0̪̠͕0̢̟͉0͖̝͜0̡̻͇ 0̢͚͜1̢͓͍0̢̢̝0͓̠̞1̡͎͜0̟͍0̫̦͍1͔͚͜ 0̦̼͓0̦͔͜1̙͎͜0̠̟̞0̫͚͍0͎̼͓0̫͉̘0͓̝̻ 0̼͉͜1̼̺͜1͚͍̠0̦̦1̢̢͔1̢̘͙0̼̠̟0̝͜ 0͚͇͔1͔̺͜1͓̫̪0̝͇̘1̡̟̙0͚͕̻0̝̟͜1̠̫ 0͓̝̙1͉̟̙1͚͇͜0͇͕͜1͓̝̦0̡͔͜1̟͇̦1̞͔̠ 0̡̘͓1̙͖̦1͕͓̻0̡̼͓0̻͙͜1̺̝͍0̡͚̝1̡̟͙ 0̡̻͖1͕͕̝1̺̙̝0̢̻͚0͖͍1̪̘0͚̦̞0͇͚͚ 0͔͙̺0̟̦͎1͎̼͜0̦͉͜0̙͙0̢̞͓0͍͙0̢̫ 0̺̘1̟̟̦1̼͉͎1͚͇̠0̢͍͚1̫͔͖0̼̦̟0̟̫̘ 0͖̝̟1̢͕̫1̢͕̘0͙̟̻1͔̞͍0͇̼0̙͚0̡̫ 0͖̦͖1͙͇̻1͔͚̻0̦̙̻0̢͚̞1͎͕͉0͚̘̠1̢̝ 0͉̦͜0̪̦͇1̘̼͕0͉̦͓0̫̙̪0̠̺̺0͓͉͍0͖͔͚ 0͖̟͔1͓̼̞1̙̪̠1̟̫0̟͜0̞̙̦1̘͉̘1̢̙ 0͉͔͎1̟̞1̢̘̟1̻̝͜0̢͍̺1̫͕̪0͉̻͚1̪͎͓ 0̡̻͜1̦͔̟1̪͍̫0̢̞͜1̡͚͜1͔͔͕1̝̫̦0̼͓ 0̺̺̠0͉͔͚1̦͓̪0͕̙̙0̞̠̘0̡͇͔0͓̞0͚̟͕ 0͙͕̘1͉͙1̢̼̼0̠͇͜1̫͔1͕̟̟0̙͓1̘͎͕ 0̡͙͜1̘̞͎1͕̠͙0̺̞͍1̘̞̠1͖͓͚1͇͚̪1̡̻̼ 0͙͎̫1̙͇͚1̡̝͉1͙͍0̢͉̠0̢͜1͖̺0̪͔̼ 0̡͎̺1͇̟͜1̺͍͓0͉͓̘0̫͉͉1̢͍͚0̦̝1͓͔̫ 0̼̻͙0̝̺̦1̡̫͖0̢̙̦0̟̪̪0͙͉̞0̡̟̦0̙̟͜ 0̦̙͜1̝͚̘1̻͖̙0̝̻̦1̢͉̫1̟͇͍1͖͎͙0͉͉̻ 0̘͇͇1͕͓͎1͚̪͓0̡̟̼1̢͓͍1͇̙͔1̢̠1̻̘̘ 0̠̞͉1̡̼̫1͔̻̝1̡͙̦0̠̫̻1̡͕͓1͙̘̠1̢̞ 0̢̫͔0̡͎̪0͚͉͜0̡̘͔1̞̘̝0̘̻̙1̡̞͔0͍͚̘ 0͔̝̝0͚̝͓0̢̙̠0̦̼̦1͔̘͎0̙͇1͕͓̘0̟͙̙ 0̢̝̼0͖͓̞0̝̞̙0̡͉̞1͓͔̘0̞̼̺1͍͙̙0̻̟̟ 0͚̫͓0̡̘͎0̢̦̪0̙͎1̟̘͖0̪͙͔1͎̺0̞͓ 0̢͓͜0̡̡͚0̞͖̦0̻͖͎1͕͓̙0̢̟̝1͖̙̻0̫̪̫0
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noʎ ǝɹɐ llǝɥ ǝɥʇ ʇɐɥM? What the hell are you
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01011001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01100001 01110010 01100101 00100000 01101110 01101111 01110100 00100000 01100001 01101100 01101100 01101111 01110111 01100101 01100100 00100000 01110100 01101111 00100000 01100101 01110011 01100011 01100001 01110000 01100101 00100000 01100001 01100111 01100001 01101001 01101110 00100000 01010010 01100101 01100100 00001010 00001010 00001010 00001010 00001010 00001010
01011001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01100001 01110010 01100101 00100000 01101110 01101111 01110100 00100000 01100001 01101100 01101100 01101111 01110111 01100101 01100100 00100000 00001010 00001010 00001010 00001010 00001010 00001010
0̷1̷0̷1̷1̷0̷0̷1̷ 0̷1̷1̷0̷1̷1̷1̷1̷ 0̷1̷1̷1̷0̷1̷0̷1̷ 0̷0̷1̷0̷0̷0̷0̷0̷ 0̷1̷1̷0̷0̷0̷0̷1̷ 0̷1̷1̷1̷0̷0̷1̷0̷ 0̷1̷1̷0̷0̷1̷0̷1̷ 0̷0̷1̷0̷0̷0̷0̷0̷ 0̷1̷1̷0̷1̷1̷1̷0̷ 0̷1̷1̷0̷1̷1̷1̷1̷ 0̷1̷1̷1̷0̷1̷0̷0̷ 0̷0̷1̷0̷0̷0̷0̷0̷ 0̷1̷1̷0̷0̷0̷0̷1̷ 0̷1̷1̷0̷1̷1̷0̷0̷ 0̷1̷1̷0̷1̷1̷0̷0̷ 0̷1̷1̷0̷1̷1̷1̷1̷ 0̷1̷1̷1̷0̷1̷1̷1̷ 0̷1̷1̷0̷0̷1̷0̷1̷ 0̷1̷1̷0̷0̷1̷0̷0̷ 0̷0̷1̷0̷0̷0̷0̷0̷ 0̷0̷0̷0̷1̷0̷1̷0̷ 0̷0̷0̷0̷1̷0̷1̷0̷ 0̷0̷0̷0̷1̷0̷1̷0̷ 0̷0̷0̷0̷1̷0̷1̷0̷ 0̷0̷0̷0̷1̷0̷1̷0̷ 0̷0̷0̷0̷1̷0̷1̷0̷
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noʎ ǝɹɐ oɥM?Ẅ̶̧̺̳͉̩͔̮̥͌͝h̷͖̙̗̞̼̗̘̖͓̎̿̈̈͌̄̚ͅa̸̻̬̗͉̦̍͠ẗ̷̖́͑͋̏̕ ̴̭̩̜̚͝a̶̧͓̗̱̣̋̓̊͠͝͠r̸̻̲͉̣̗̬̋̈́̈́͘ͅę̸̳̩͎̩̪͐ͅ ̸̤̪̘͖͖͖̦̬̲̓͛̇̋̌̓̑̽y̵̨͎̘̓̐̿̏̈́̈́̈́́̃ơ̴̮̩͍̹̰͆͌͗̾̈́ŭ̸̡͕̜̱̩̗̝̑̽ͅ
0̷1̷0̷1̷1̷0̷0̷1̷ 0̷1̷1̷0̷1̷1̷1̷1̷ 0̷1̷1̷1̷0̷1̷0̷1̷ 0̷0̷1̷0̷0̷0̷0̷0̷ 0̷1̷1̷0̷0̷0̷0̷1̷ 0̷1̷1̷1̷0̷0̷1̷0̷ 0̷1̷1̷0̷0̷1̷0̷1̷ 0̷0̷1̷0̷0̷0̷0̷0̷ 0̷1̷1̷0̷1̷1̷1̷0̷ 0̷1̷1̷0̷1̷1̷1̷1̷ 0̷1̷1̷1̷0̷1̷0̷0̷ 0̷0̷1̷0̷0̷0̷0̷0̷ 0̷1̷1̷0̷0̷0̷0̷1̷ 0̷1̷1̷0̷1̷1̷0̷0̷ 0̷1̷1̷0̷1̷1̷0̷0̷ 0̷1̷1̷0̷1̷1̷1̷1̷ 0̷1̷1̷1̷0̷1̷1̷1̷ 0̷1̷1̷0̷0̷1̷0̷1̷ 0̷1̷1̷0̷0̷1̷0̷0̷ 0̷0̷1̷0̷0̷0̷0̷0̷ 0̷0̷0̷0̷1̷0̷1̷0̷ 0̷0̷0̷0̷1̷0̷1̷0̷ 0̷0̷0̷0̷1̷0̷1̷0̷ 0̷0̷0̷0̷1̷0̷1̷0̷ 0̷0̷0̷0̷1̷0̷1̷0̷ 0̷0̷0̷0̷1̷0̷1̷0̷
0̷1̷0̷1̷1̷0̷0̷1̷ 0̷1̷1̷0̷1̷1̷1̷1̷ 0̷1̷1̷1̷0̷1̷0̷1̷ 0̷0̷1̷0̷0̷0̷0̷0̷ 0̷1̷1̷0̷0̷0̷0̷1̷ 0̷1̷1̷1̷0̷0̷1̷0̷ 0̷1̷1̷0̷0̷1̷0̷1̷ 0̷0̷1̷0̷0̷0̷0̷0̷ 0̷1̷1̷0̷1̷1̷1̷0̷ 0̷1̷1̷0̷1̷1̷1̷1̷ 0̷1̷1̷1̷0̷1̷0̷0̷ 0̷0̷1̷0̷0̷0̷0̷0̷ 0̷1̷1̷0̷0̷0̷0̷1̷ 0̷1̷1̷0̷1̷1̷0̷0̷ 0̷1̷1̷0̷1̷1̷0̷0̷ 0̷1̷1̷0̷1̷1̷1̷1̷ 0̷1̷1̷1̷0̷1̷1̷1̷ 0̷1̷1̷0̷0̷1̷0̷1̷ 0̷1̷1̷0̷0̷1̷0̷0̷ 0̷0̷1̷0̷0̷0̷0̷0̷ 0̷0̷0̷0̷1̷0̷1̷0̷ 0̷0̷0̷0̷1̷0̷1̷0̷ 0̷0̷0̷0̷1̷0̷1̷0̷ 0̷0̷0̷0̷1̷0̷1̷0̷ 0̷0̷0̷0̷1̷0̷1̷0̷ 0̷0̷0̷0̷1̷0̷1̷0̷
01001001 01110100 01110011 00100000 01110011 01101111 00100000 01100010 01101111 01110010 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01101010 01110101 01110011 01110100 00100000 01110100 01101111 00100000 01110000 01101100 01100001 01111001 00100000 01100001 01101100 01101111 01101110 01100101 00001010 00001010 00001010 00001010 00001010
01000010 01101111 01110010 01101001 01101110 01100111 00001010 00001010 00001010 00001010 000010100̵͉̠̾̈́̕1̸̞͉͉̽̾͝1̸̢͚̿0̴̢̈́̐̈́͜0̴̝̫͑͛͝1̵̪̻̫̾͌͠1̵͙͍̺̿̐͘1̵̡̝͇̐̓̓ 0̸̢̫͎̓̿̈́1̵͉͓̾͛͊͜1̴͇͉̐͐͝0̸̞͉͍̈́̔͆0̴͔͖̼͊͘1̸̢̙͔͌͊͝1̸̠̞̫͋͌̈́1̸̙͇͎̓̕͘ 0̴̠͙̦͒̽̐1̵̝͚̐̓̈́͜1̵͇͎̒̓͝0̸̙̠̼͒̐͐0̴͕̼͓͛͌̕1̸̢̦͐͜1̴̟̞͍͆̚̕1̴̦̪̻̽͊͠ 0̴̡̘͉͊̐̐1̴̝͚͇̔͘1̸̞͚̿̈́̕0̸̢̘͍̈́̈́͝0̵̡̼̺̔̒͝1̴͙̺͙̓͒͘1̴̡̡̪̿͒1̴̫͇͔͒̓͋ 0̸̡̟̈́̓̒͜1̵̝͖͚̔͛͊1̴͇̙̪͘͠͝0̸͚͙͖̽͋͘0̸͇̘̙̈́̕͝1̵̘̞̻̔̓̈́1̴̺̪̦͑͝͠1̸̟͍̒̕͜͝ 0̸͖̠͓͑̽͠1̴͚̺͉͐̓̚1̵̡̦̦͆̒̐0̴̢͔̈́̈́͜0̴̼̺͍̓͝1̵͔̺̪̒̽͊1̵̟̺͙̾͌͆1̸̡̺͉͆͐͝ 0̵̼͔̟̐͊1̸̺̻̻͑̿͝1̴̼͔͔̔͐̕0̵̠̾͊̚͜͜0̸͔͕̠̈́̾̈́1̸͇͎͌̾͘1̸͇̞͉̾̈́̕1̴̻͎̐̚͜ 0̵̙̪͑̕1̸͔̻̘͒͌1̵̟̪̽͑0̵͎̠̼͒͘0̸̪̾̕͜1̴̟͇̠͑̕̚1̸̼͙͙̓͝1̵͎̦̞͐͌̒ 0̴̢̪̈́̓̐1̴̡̠͎͛͌̿1̴̝͎͇̈́̿0̴͚͔͔̒̈́̓0̵͖̙̻͊1̴͚͖̓̐͝1̴͉̼̫͒͊̕1̴͙͆̾͜͜͝ 0̸͙͚̒͝0̸̼͍͑͘̕1̸͕̦͙͆̚͝0̴͓̻̫͊͑͝0̵̙̺͑̓̚0̵̙͍͍͊̿̚0̴̢̼̟͒͘͠0̸͕̼͙̾̕͝ 0̸̦͇̦̈́̿̚1̸̟͕͓͒̈́͆1̴̫͖͔͊͠0̴͚͇̝̐̒̚1̸̢͍͕͐̔͛0̵͙͕͓͋̿0̴̝̘̪̽͑0̸̪͎͍̾̕ 0̴̘͖͚̐͝1̸̡̞̙͐͊1̸̫̦͎̒͘0̴̫̦͇̒͛͊0̵̡̺͐͌1̴̡̡̝̔͝͝0̸̝̪̞̾͑1̴͚̺̈́̽̕ 0̵͎̼̫͒͛1̵͉̦̝͛͠1̴̙̼̝̽̈́̾0̸̪͕͆̔͘͜1̵͙͉͋̔͝0̸͇͍̝̚0̸͍̫̞̓͘0̵̞͔͔̓͒͘ 0̸̺̼͒̈́̽͜1̵̢̻͆̚1̴̻̞̟̒̓͊0̵̦͔͋͋͐0̵̡̙̺̔̕͠1̴̼͖̿͊͐0̴̡̟͔̐͝͝1̸̺͇̈́͌̒ 0̴̦̟̔͜͠1̴͎͓͖͝͝1̵̢͇͍͋͐̓0̴̢̢̞͑̚̚1̴̺͇͐͒0̵̦͕͊͆͝0̵̡͇͛̓͘0̸̢̺͎͐̓͐ 0̸̠͕̘̒̔1̵̝͙̪̔̐1̵̘͕̝̒̒͝0̴͖̠̪̈́͒̓0̵͉̙͍̿̈́̕1̸͇͉͍̈́͋͛0̴͔̾̽͋͜1̴͔͉̘̈́̚ 0̴͔͍̟͘͝1̵̢̙͚͒͌1̵̠͙̺̔͛0̵̢̫͒͌̕1̴̙̘̟̾͒0̸̢͖͚͆̚0̸̝̼͑͜͠0̸͓͓̠̐͑̕ 0̴̫̦͑̿͠1̵͔͎͊̽͜͠1̸͇͕̦̈́̾͠0̸̘̫̪̈́̓0̵̼͇͔̔͝͝1̴̫̫̻̈́̾̈́0̵̙͔͙͆̓̓1̴͎͚̙̈́̿͆ 0̸̞̟̈́̕͝1̸͇͓͍̈́1̵̺̻̙̈́͊͊0̵͔̫͚̚1̵͕͖͉͒͛͌0̴͖͍͎͐̈́͠0̵͙̺̺̐͘͝0̴͍̼͑͒͒ 0̴̟̘̈́͐̔1̸̻͔̘͋̾1̵͖̦͍͛͒͘0̵̘̼͑̔͊͜0̵̝͉̞͆̕̕1̸̻̦͎͐̕0̵͎͔̞̿̕1̸͖͚̻̾͆̒ 0̸͔͓͎̕͝1̸̠̞̦̓̾̈́1̴̦̦͒͑͛0̴͍̼̪̾͆̓1̸̘̫̟͒͑͋0̵͔͍̟͊͠0̵̡͕̝͑͛̚0̵͇̘͓̈́̐ 0̵̡͎̟̾̒̾1̸͔͇̺̔͆̿1̵̙̝̺̈́̽̚0̵̟̻͇͋̓͠0̴͉͇̒̽͘1̴͉̠͎͌̿̽0̴͍̦͕̚͘1̸͇̼͔̒̚͝ 0̵͎̺̦̒͊͘0̸̼̺̠̿̾0̸̺͓͙͋͝0̸̡̙̫̽̾1̴͉͔̪͋̚̕0̵̡͍̺̒̈́̈́1̴͍͖͖͋̾͐0̴͚̠͌̚͝ 0̴͕͎͙͐͘͘0̵͖̪̐̈́̓0̴͉͙̫̿̔̕0̵͙̻̙͒͛̕1̵̢̘̼͑͛͆0̸̢͉̾̈́͜1̵̟͔̻͌̽̕0̸̠̙͑̔͘͜ 0̸̡̡͖͒͝͝0̴̫̙̝̾͒̕0̸̡̟̪͌̽̕0̴̢͇͙͌̿͛1̴͓͚͎͌͠͝0̸͕͍̞̿1̴͚͓̼̒͝0̸͕̘̫̚͝͠ 0̸͉̺̟͛̈́̕0̴͚͐̾̐͜0̵͖̝̟̐͠0̵̠͇̼̈́̿͊1̵̢̪̓̿͆0̸͔͓͚͑̓͘1̵̡͍̟͒͆̿0̸̪̘͓̾̓͋ 0̸̡͒͜͝0̵̡̙͚̐̔̓0̴̟̠̙͋̈́0̵̺̫̪͋͆̕1̵͔͚͚͋͠0̵͕̙͙͒͘͝1̵̢͖͙̔̐0̴͙͉͋̽͒
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Is this My reality or Y̶̛͙̰̑͂͛̈́͆̔͂̇o̴̼͉͖̹̝͎͛̓̾̏̀̓̽̓ŭ̶̢̞͉̱͗͘ŗ̶̢̠̝̩̾̐s̸̮̳͓̲͌̉̾͘ ?
sɹno⅄ ɹo ʎʇᴉlɐǝɹ ʎW sᴉɥʇ sI
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̵̨̧̢̢̨̢̧̢̨̨̢̡̢̨̢̨̡̨̧̛̛̛̘̻̖̦̫̭͍̥̼̙̩̞͚̣̞͇̙̼̘̺͕̪̻̖̼͉̥̜͖͓̬̪̬͔̭̟͇̱͕̮̝̺̜̱̬̗̱͉̹̩̘̫̰͖̟̯̣̪̲̹̯̭̰͚͕̻͙̠̺̻̜͈̫̳̪̞̩͇̪͚̯̥̼͚̘̹̻͖̼̪̼̖͎̖̣̘̪̮̤̮̱̞͕̗̯̝͚̬̗͇̬̤̥͎̼͍̺͎͕̼̼̦͕̖̠̜̻̘̦͙̗͈̲̘̠͔̬̯̭̭̫͙͉̼̯̗͇̻̜͎̺͈̦̯͕̞̬̖̺͚̳̫̯̳̈́͆̌̆͆̒̑̎̀̾̉̐̄̐͐͋͑̿̾̽͌̈́̍̽̈́̇͛̅͊͐͊̃͊͐͗͆̿̀̑̆̏̊̾̌̀͛͗̋͋̑̇̆̅̈́̈́͒̒͗̔́͊̌̅̆̀̉̋̾̃̓̉͊͗͛̾͑̽̅̔̃͒̇͐̉̏̋́͐̈́̌̒̌̎̾̇̓͋͊̄̓̓̎̏̀̉̾͑̀̐͊͂̔̅̂̈́̈́̌̎͌̿͑̅̿͐̉́͌̋̋̉̋̓͊̅͆̿̏̆̎͊̈́̌̅̋̄̒́̈́̑̎̑͂͛̎̈́̀̈́͂̊̾͗̉̇̉̐̆̋̿̚̕̕͘͘̕̕̚̚̚̚̚͘͘̚͜͜͜͜͠͝͝͝͝͝͠͠͠͝ͅͅͅͅs̵̨̧̨̧̛̛̛͔̭̳̞͕̗̲̱̬̖͎̤̘̯̮̺̞͖̤̟̜̟̻̲͉̟̩̳̜̱͇̮̱̠̭͎͍̙̤̫͚̘̹̳̘͍̮͕̼̫̮͍̩̥̬̯̺̫̪̻̪͓͖̗̩̭͙̲̟͓̗͍͚̖̬͚̗̹̙̖͍͇͇̻͕͉͈̯̔͌̎̀̊̇̌͐̾̆̄̏͗̄͑͐̉́͌͛̎̈́̆̾̿̈͑̈́̋̑̏̄̾̈̃́̋́̒̓̔̀̈́̈́͆̽͊̽͑̑̓̿̏̒̄͑̽̏̅̍̾̈́̐̓̾̿̌͗͒̋̽̄͌̽̉̈́̍̈̒̈́͋̊͆̌̾̒͆͊͛̽̎͗̂͐͋̇̄͐̌̋͗̓͋̈́͐̔͌̈́̍͌̏̊͌́̌̿̔͌̕̕͘̚̚̕̕͘̚̚̕̕͜͝͠͝͠͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅͅơ̶̡̨̨̢̨̧̨̧̧̨̨̧̛̛̛̛̛͓̻̫͖̘͓̭̻͙̭̘͔̭̠̦̪̙̜͈̲̻͓̗̲̪̤̜͙̼̩͓̱̜̹͕̹̼̺̦̯̹̱̟͎͇̝̫̟̻̹͎̫̱̘͎͈͈͓͈̺̰̮̬̫̤̤̹̭̫̱̬̱̝͍̭̩̱̫͍͎̱̞̺̤̬̣̫͎̠̱̣̳̹̪̼̥̘̻͕̗͈̩̪̦̹̜̯̗̯͈͈͚̬͚̗̖̩̳̻̗͔̫̣͗̋̂͋̈́͗̏͗̓̓͗̒̏̈̐̎̈̃̀͐̈͋͑̍̓̂͒̓̉̔̒̉̍͛̓̊͊͗̉̃̔̄̍̎̉̀̈͑̄͆̌̿͗̑͛͋̆̿̄̐̅̽̇͋̔̃̑͑͐̏͆̾̈́͑͌̊̋̍̑̔͑̾̒̓̀̑̈̔̍̃͑͒̃̌̓̊́̔̊̌̾̈́̿̃̌̋̎͋̓̌̓̌̈͛͊͛͌̔̽̓͂̎̍̈́̓̆͗͒̅͗̓̆̎̈̈́̅̕͘̕͘͘̚͘̚̚͘̕̚̕͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͠͠͝͠͝͠͠͠͠ͅͅͅͅͅự̶̢̧̡̡̡̨̢̡̨̢̢̢̛̛̗̭̜̱̹͙̯̤̻̹̣̰̯̪͕̥͍͖͙̹̠͍̗͇̻̼͍͚̖̠̗̝͓̭̬͇͉̫̫̞̩̲͚̫̦̭̖̲̜̜͇̠̼̠͙̟̮̣̰̯͚͕̼̗̬̞͚̲̱̺͔̘̺̮̟̭̱̟̰̦̮̮̥͚̪͕̠̦̥̻̜̲͕̫͍̘̱̣̥͎̬͈͍̹̮̭̙͍̝̯̭͖̦̼͕̟̟̤͚̪̳̤̣̙̹̩͔̦̯̣̹̩̥͚͈͖̘̜̜̼̥̭͎̘̬̝̻̱̜͚̭̳̠̼̗͓̙̞̣̳͉͇͈̮̞̤̪̦̠̬̯̲̾͊͗͆̾̇̃̊̓͐͋͗͗̃̓̋̽́̏̊̂̽̅̇̏͋͑͆̅̀̇̏̎̿̈́̈́̎̐̓̀̀̈́̒̂͗̀̀̓̏̈́̄͋̀̉̄̋̅̃̇̿̏̈͋͗̂̅͂͛̅͒̆̿̏̀̅̍̿̐̍̇̃̉̃͂̌͋͂͐͐̆̿̈͂̂́̈́̃̑̿̄̈́͒̆͒͋̆̏̑̅̒̉͋̈́͑͒̓̌̊̊̎̍̒̽͗͒̾̑̽͛̊͆̊̊͌̍͆͛̀̅͛̍̊́̈́̇̏̑̌̾͆̈́̿̿́̐̂͊̓̓͊̏̂̌͐̽̃̕͘̚͘̕̚͘͘̕̕͘̕͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͠͝͝͠͠͝͝͠͝͝ͅͅn̶̡̢̡̨̢̨̨̧̧̢̨̧̢̧̨̡̨̨̛̗̯̖̣̹̦̲̰̤̦̭̮̣̖̗̦͙̪͔̮̘͙̺̖̣̳̫̫̠̙̺̹̗̳͖͔͓̗͖̖̹̱͔͎̫̲̠͙̱͕̮̖̖̗̯̪̖̱̮̜̥̯͉̦͔̩͚̳͍̜͓̝̣̘̝̞̫͉̟̥̙̭̲͉͔͙̭͍̦̜̰̯̺̖̥̤̱̘͙̦̗̺̘͖̗̙̲͎̥̪͔̣̲̣̤̳̩̲̰̳̹͈̮͓̮̖̮̯̤̰͙̮̗̥̗͔͔̦̺̣̰͚̤͖͖̭̻̝͈͖͍̹̝͚̟̖̥̘̜̍͂̒̋̓́̑͒͐͑̌̏͊̈́͊̂͋͌̌͌̈̇̇̏̍͊̓̿͗̂̄͒̔̔̋̀̊̄̏̓̋̎̃̄̀̔̓̏̇̑̅͛̍̓̓̒̅͊̆́͊̾͗̎̿̅̅̒̿͑̿́͒̒̎́́̽̽̌̂̓͛͒̈́͐̎͑̽̒͗̾̊̂̍̂̈̎̾̔̅͆́̐̅̽̑̍͊͐̄̿͑̃̇̎̅̾̽́͆̉͊̐́̄́͆͒̈́̍͑̇́̈́͑͌̇̈͊͒̿̄̋͆̍̆̾̿̈͊̎͊̍͆̃̀̓̈͆͐́̈́̋̑͘̕͘̚͘̚̚͘͘̚̕̚͘͘̚͘͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͠͝͝͠͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͠ͅͅͅͅͅd̸̢̢̢̡̨̢̧̨̧̨̧̡̡̛̖̱̠̟̘̬̖͕͖͈̗͈̜̥̫̜͔̦̪̫͈̣̺͇͓̻̤̥͇̟͎̬̖̞͓̯̦̪̦̣̻̲̝̰̳̖͍̙̯̗͖͕̦̯̲͉̜̙̯̘̹͔̮͖̱̭̲̠̭̯̦͖̭̙̱̪̩̗̺̜̦̦̭͙̹̘̫̰̥͙͉̹̪͇̼̫͖̮̼̞̲̞̥̺̰̳̯̻͖͖̳͇̩̬͙̥͙̬̼̜͔̰̗̝̱̫̘̤͉͔̘̭̼̦̱̤̤͖͉͚̝̤̙͒̂̒̐̆̽́͆̽͊̈́̌͛̆̓̉̈́͊͊̉̆̍̓̈́͗̆͊͆̅͌̒͘͘̕̕̚͜͜͜͜͜͜ͅͅͅͅͅ!̴̡̢̡̨̢̢̢̳̼͖͇͚̭͈̻̮̪͖̟͉̭͎̹̥̰̝̦̘̤̖͔̭̮̟͍̖̞͎͚̺̱̰̠̗̟͍͕͕̟̮̗̬̰͙͖̻̦̣̝͊͌͑̅̽͒̿͂̑̎͗̕̕͜͝ͅͅͅ!̴̨̨̧̧̢̘͈̜̟̬̟͇͎̜̰̩̜͍̜̞͖͚̬̌̊̎̄̓̔̿́͑͐̈͒͊̕͝ͅ!̴̧̡̨̨̡̡̢̧̛̛̛̛̛̛͙̩̰͎̫̭͎͓̰͓̗̲̳͎̜̺̬̜̝͔̥͎̬͍͕̳̪͎̜̥͎̣̬̯̺̦̤̤̰͇͖̘̗͇̖̟̦̟̙̯͓̹̲̳̘̪͎̝̙͖̪̣͙̹͔̠̳̺̖̙̪̘͈̹̭̣͈͎̮͇̖̻̜͕̻͓̪͙͓̲̹̩͉́̈͛̄͌͆́̈́̆̔͌͐̈̔̓́̎́͛̊̅̽̈́̿̓̑́͊̏͒͗̈́̓̍͗̇͂̆́̎̄̾̎̂̅̌͌̄̐̉̒̈́͊̿͊͐̑̋̈́͒͋͑͊̌̍͂̈́̒̏̌̆͗̈̑̓̒̓̇̈́̅̇̎̅͗͌̑͑̋̏͌̌͋̈̎͊̀͋̓̿́͌̌̊̐̔̈́̃̃͊̍̑̈̽̃̄̄͌͛͛̉̒̓̿̅͋͑̊̒̅͌͛̈̆͒͑͒̅̀̋̓͑̋͒̃͑̏̿͑̓̓͑͊̈́͌̑͒̏̈͐̈́̾͛͆͘͘̕̕̚̕̚̚͘̚̕̚͘͘͜͜͠͝͝͝͠͝͝͠͝͠͝͝͠͠͠͝ͅͅ!̵̢̧̡̨̧̡̨̢̨̡̢̡̧̨̡̡̨̰̫͍̭̗͍̘͇̥͔͚̘͚̥͈̟͙̼̳̩̳̪̮͓̹͔͚̼̟̬͔̯͉͎̤̗͖̪͔̦̭̟͖̟̗̖̟̤̩̲̳͕̦̭̠̰̩͍̬̻̺͕͕̞͈̖̹̪̦͕̬̯̦̣̜̱̠̼̹̠͍͎͉̬̣̫͖̺̹̤͖͎̲̘͖̘̼̬̝͇̻̥̹̜͉̞͎̟̘̣̯̜̠̯̪̬͎̺̫̘̰̩͉̞̭̯͓͕̯̰̻̦̣̜̳̥̗̬̱͓̣̝̙͉̫̖͓̟̖̘̣͈̤̹̤͓̱̭͔͚͙̩̦̬̯̼͖̝̘̟͖͉̌̌̍̑̆̇̊̽͐̚͜͜͜͜͜͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅ!̸̧̨̢̡̢̢̡̢̢̢̡̧̨̨̧̲͈̲̠̰̱͈̰̟͙̣̰̟̼̞̻̝̮̗͓͖̦̟̥̟̳̞̺̥͔̤̤̖̗̼̩̥̠͙̺̪̘̙̪̳͉̝̺̭̼̱͙͚̣̳̼̯̯̱̙̲̪̠̠͎͍̼̯͇͍͍͍̲̞̭̭̲̮̤͚̼̥̻̟̙̻̯̖͈̣̣̥͇̖̼̩̹̥̙̗̗̣̦̼̬͉͇̣͖̞̙̣̣͕̪̭͈̻́̀͗̔̆́̎̽͐̌̄̓͛̅̐̆̒̃̍̓͂̚͜͜͝͠͝ͅ!̶̡̧̧̢̢̨̡̧̧̡̨̛̛̛̲̺̭̘̩̭͇̰̗̰͙̭̠̙̻̝͍̤͈̦̲͉̳̣̳͖̖͓̹͇͇̫͕͕̝̣͇̣̣̫̣͓̟̠̰͇̳͈͚͎̭̗̱̭͖͓͙͉̗̟̮͇̬̖̮̤̜͇͈̞̖͈̦̙̜̫̗̱͙̥̣͉̤͎̞͎̏͑̅͂̽̉̈̓̔̿̀͂̈̑̎͒̆͂̌̓̀̇̅̽̍͊̂̄̐͊́̂̍͌̉͗̐͛̂̅͗̊͊̈́̄̉̌̔͊́̔̏͑̐͊̾̈́̏͆̂̓̒͊́͋̔̃̔̿͋͊̾̊̋́̏̈́̂͋̓͑͑̾̈́̽͋͊̐̎̅͆̉̿̄̈̈́̏͌͛̒͘̚̕͘͘͜͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͠͝͠͝ͅ!̵̧̡̧̧̧̢̥͙͉͇̜͕̩̲̬͍͇͙͚̤̱͓̪̜̬̹͇̭̩̳̫̞͔̜̩͚͓͈͇̲̱̘̤͙̻͇̟̱̲͍͖̤͕̤̰̠̼̫̹͓̱͈̣̤͍̠̟̹̲̯̻͕̳͖͉̼͉͖͍̼̤̘̤͔̬̺̪̱̙̘͙̩̇̂̊͋͊͌̔̔̀͌̒̊͒̌̚͜͜͜͝͝ͅͅ!̷̨̢̡̛̛̛̛̯̘͚̞̤̳̗̙̯͉͖̦̺͈̗̯̺̩͙̫͙͚͇̞̝̖̝̞̦̣̌̃͋̈́̓͂̈́̾̎̅͗̐́̒͆̉͛͆̽̊̃̇̓̉̐̿͋̒̑̀̌̐͌͋͊̑́̓͒͂͌͑̓͐̔͋̒͛͗̊̓͋̉̂͂͑͗̉̔́̋̎̋͒̌͐̾̍͐̓̂͋̈́̑̌̓̈́̃͆͒̆͐̈̎̏͑͌̉̄̈́̓̂̉͊̃̓̍̑̓͛͐̐̔̈̀͊̆̾̈́̆̉̋͊̽̔̒̋͆̐̾̍̒̔̓̒̊́̑̊̀̑̏́̈́̒̾̐̌͗͒͛͛̒̈́͋̽̏͒̈́͌̆̅̈́̇̕̕̕͘̚̚̕̚̚̚͘̕͘̕͘̚̚͘͜͜͝͠͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͠!̸̡̢̢̧̧̨̢̛̛̙̜̼̼͇̰̭̹̝͕̜̤̪̳̬̭̯͍͇̭̮̦̪̫͎͍̬̗͚̬̳̟͔͉̜̭̲͈̭̣͉͙͇̗̝̼̝͎̮͙̘͓͓̥͍̘͇̰̦̖̗͓̤̘̦͍̹̱̝̠̖̝̄̂͂̾̈́̆̇͌͂̾͑̓̂̌̀́͌̉̿̌͑͂̏̔̎̓̈́̆̀̓̓͘͘̚̚̚͜͝͝͠!̴̨̢̨̡̨̡̧̡̢̢̨̨̡̢̧̢̧̢̛̛̛̝̟̮̭̪̤̱̲͇̮͇͓͈͎̟͖͔̟̦͈͇̲̤͚̦͉͇͔͔͈̝͈̱̫̙̟͓͚̝̯̖͈̰̪͈̳͉̦̻̳̘͉̥̻͉͚̞̩͎̺̯̣̪̼̮͓͓̪̰̱̣̩̪̻̫͎̱̹̳̝͖̻͕̖͖͖̺͈͕̼̟͈̥̻͖̞̟̭̻̥̘̤̰̣̰͓͎̱̰̼͔̤͇͍͉̳̼̱̩̥̬̯̞̙̙̳̪͙̳̲͔̘̫̬̘̹͔̻͇͓̫̮͙̰͓̻͚̯͙̣͎͙̣͉̼͍͉̪̮̘͚̻͇̳̥͈̞̲͉̰̻̠̘͈̝͓͍̰̮̦͕̫̐͆͒̈̄̄̓̈́̍̃͌̀̇̌̅̏͐̆̅́̅̄̐̃̉̆̿̀͋́͛͒̀̈́̐͌̆͑̋͗͐̽͐̅̄͐̏̌̽̍̆̋̎̇̔̊̑̂̓̆͐̆̐͊͘̚̚̕̕̚̕̕͜͜͠͝͝͠͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅ!̷̡̧̧̡̨̡̡̧̧̨̢̡̡̨̡̡̧̢̛̛̦̼̬̬͙̟̤̤͍̞͇̺̱̬̳̥̜̩̳̭̰̗̝͓̙̰͖̺͈̞͇̱͖͉̟̤̯̲͍͕͇͔̲̟͍̣̰͇͉͉̮͕͇͍̝̞͔̤̬̪̩̤̣͔̮̻̲̬̮͇̦̭͕̣̳̱̩̫͓̘̯͕̫̹̻͙̻͚̤̜̖̼̜͈̗̫̯̤̟̞̺͈͈̪̦̪͉̻̝͍̫͚̗̮̮̝̮̞̼͔͙̫̣̹̳͕̺͍̬̥̱̰̰͎̙͕͇͍̜̞̖̝̰͎͔͖̗̗̱͓̟̻͉͍̻͙͍̲̰͖̲̮̻̞̯̦͙̰̭͖̪͕͔͉̲̳̯͖͛̏̀̅̍͌̂͛̋̽̽̏͌͌͒̉̇̅̇̐͑̂̓̈́̉̂̀̆̈̔̇̇̈́̋͋̽̽̂̒̈́͆̎̒̏̈̐̽̓̎̄̈́̾̓̕̚̕͘͜͝ͅͅͅ!̶̧̢̛̛̛͖̗͖̗̱͖̘̹͖̺͈͎̰̹̣̳̮͎̙͉̺͇̯͚̗̭̹̂̈́̌͛̂̇͌̽̋̽̓͆͗̋̀̈́̓̍̃͑̈́͂̌͗̅͑̄̒̃̌̐͌͆̎̐̾͂̊̈́̈́̑̓̀̆̇̆̿͐̌̾̋̔̃̅̃͌́̃̈́̚̚̚͘͘͘̕̕̕͘͜͜͠͠͝͝!̶̡̢̨̨̧̝̹̤̤̮̹̹̮͕̞͙̣͍̗͎̥͉̙̤̗̹͓̣̱̫͙̯̠̫̼̦̣̫̟̩͈̫̖̪͇̘̭̙̗̉́͊̂̋͊̇̐̌̂̈́̔̒̇̆̈̾̄͂̆̔̽̿̑̃̌̄̅̎̈̍̂̈́͗͑̉͐͆̐͌̽̀͆̾̕̕͘̚͠͝ͅ!̶̨̧̨̛̛̛̗͚̞̩̹̯͍͈͙̪̙̯̖̫͖̟͕͙̱̳̼̭̈́́̅͋͐̎͆͊̓͗̀͐͒̅̇͗͆́̽̏͐͋̈́̂͋̋̃̉͋̈́͋̊̐͆̋͆͂̐̌̈̏̍͋̈͆̇̕͘̚͝͝͠͝͝͝͝ͅ!̸̨̨̛̝̝̥͕̜̼̺̯̤̭̖̩̥͚̥̘̙̮̤̩͕̙͓̠̺̮̫͎̖̹̭̭̩͔̹̩̣͕͔̺̼̯̠͎͔̖͈̯̱͉̺̰̪̝̤̠̩̗̤̳͚̼̯͖̾̑̆̃͒̍̊̒͋̇̃̐̄͛̋̅͌̊͒͋̇̒̄͑̈̄̿̌̿̔̍̍̐͆͐̅̀͂͆͆͌͋͊̔̎͂̆́͋̊̈́̐̆̒̈́̌̑̊͛͑̈̽̎̔̊͋́́̄̽͌͗̆̌̾̃̽́́̽́͌̿̋̌̑̇̾̌͑̄͐̏̍̅͑̈́̉̿̈́̏͛͊̐̀̉̈́̎̒̽͑̏͌̇͗̾̅͊̒̿̆̚̕͘̕͘̕̕͜͜͜͠͠͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅ!̸̢̢̨̡̨̡̧̧̨̨̧̡̢̢̨̛̛̛̛̛̛̥̪͚̺̟̯͕͍̟͍̼͉̟͓̟͚̞̥͔̺̱̲̤̳̞̬̲͚̗͓̜̗̳̥̣̭̪̙̼͙̤̥͙̥̣͕͕͖̦̫̗͈͕̻͇̞͍̜͙͎̠͎̭̪̲̺͚̰͎̤̼͓̗̩͎̥̥̰̯͇̬͕̗̰̖̭̪͍͙̰̦̳̠̗̣̘͙̗̘͍̟̫̠̟̬̺͇͎̩͇̝̉͊͂͌̇̈́̽͊͐̔̽̓̅̔͑̓͋̓͗̽͂͛͌̈̆̾͒͛̿̿̌̒̅̎̾̇̌͂͛͊̽̅͂̅͒̓͗̉̅̊̆͗̉̓̃͂̃͛̈́̒̋̈́̌͂͛̊͛͗͂̽̀͌̈́̃͋́͌̌͑̇̈́̇͌̐͒̒̌̓͛̂̇̄̅̃͌͐̊̃́͆͊̉̂͋͛͐͒̇̆͑̃̎̄̇̈̋̏̃̏̅̒͒̀̍̿̈́̅̍̈̚̕̕̕͘͘̕̚͘̚̕͘̚̚̕̕͜͜͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͠͝ͅͅͅ!̷̢̡̢̧̨̨̧̢̧̨̛̛̛͕͕͎̤͎̮̝̖͙̳͎̗̥̫̰̲̦̰̳̣̜̣̲̼̮͎̥̖͉̞̦̳͔̤̘͇̫̟͙̗̲̗̘̬̹͓̙̖̤̙̟̪̰̲̼̖̟͙̝͓̰̲̲͚̱̼̰̬͍̲͖͍̱̯̮͈̳̠͎̫͇͍̝͎͉͓̺̺͚̻̬̙̻̺̬̳̘̥̝̝̱̤̝̹̫̮͎̣͇͖͙̙̟̇͒͊̔̎̑̈́̌̍͛̉̋̐̒́̑͂̈́̑̽̉̂̏͑̐͂̂̒̄̓̌̉̈̓̉̍̑̉̎͒̆̓̋̅͒̓̓͒̽̀̒͒̑́̄̿̓̽̓̋̈̊̆͒̅̒̐͛́̉͑̄̀̓̒̈́̎̄͗̆̑̐̃̐̊̋̋̆̐̔̆͆̈̑̅̽̾̊͆̂̀͋̐͆̓̆̈́̓̒͋̈́͛̀̈́̐̕̕̚̚̕̕̚̚͜͜͠͝͠͝͠͝͠͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅ!̵̢̢̧̡̡̛̛̛̛̛̳̹̠̝̦̫͇̖̯̻͔̱͚̟̹̰̖̗̳̣̭̱̪͖͈̘͇̳̲̰̰̰͕̗̬͈̟̳̣̥̥̹̳̫̜̘͖̪͉͈̞̱̱̻̰͇͖̦͓̟̤̮͔̠̙̜̟̹͙̩͚͉̻̟͓̪̳̲͙̜̬̤̮̣͈̝̻̰͚͉͚̣͎̪̫̠̑̿̓̒̑̓̂͋̆̾̓̆̓̐̏͗͊͆̍͆̆̔͗͂̅̓̃̓̎͗̉̾̊̎̓͑̐̏̋̊͌͛̋͒̐̓̀̈́̽̍̽͗̔͆͆͋̃͌͋̌̈́̂́́̍̇̿͗͂̋͑̄̆̓̈́̍̓̾̄̾͐̇́͘̚͘͘̕̚͜͜͜͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅ!̸̢̧̧̢̧̢̧̧̧̡̨̨̢̨̧̛̛͔̤̺̣͇̞͕͈͍̫͇̱̬̣̙̪͔̠͎̱̰͉̭̲̼̦̳͓̻͉͓̣̝͙̠̻̥̼̰̰͈̟̙̺̳̲̘̺̼̘̫̩̘͉̩̯͎̝̹̼̤̱̖̝͙̳̦͈̻̰̝̜̙͚̘͈̪̼̤̺̩͕̠͍̯͙̥͙͇̮̤͔̳̻̗̺̟̰̰͙̠̭̼͖̦̝̯̼̹̯̮͇͎̗̝̟̺̬̜̖̜̰͈̞̝̘̬͔͙̩̰̲͎͕͓͈͓͇̩̬̣͓͎̗̤̜̘̘̱̻͎͉͉͖̲̜̓͊̑͗̉͆͋͋͋̂̈́̋̋͒̿̃̀̽͂͆͐͒̍̋̅̿͛̉̆͊̾̓͊̀̆͗̋̾̈́̓̊̄͑̏̇̓͆̎͂̈́̈̒͗̾́͋̅̆̓͒̔̌̈́̈̌͐̀̋̇̍́̀̌͊̋͐̅͌̄͑̓̀̊̐͑̉̀̈͌̋̽̌̄̎͋̌̒͋̏͛͆͛͌̏̿͑͑̎̀͆͆̏̽̆̔̈̈́̾̈̓͒͗̽͆̋̂͋̑͋̊̓̂̆̆̋̋̀͒͛̄̇̔̍̊̾̇͋͒̊̔̚̚̕̚̕̕̚̚͘̕̕͘͘͘̕͜͜͜͜͜͠͝͝͠͠͠͝͝͠͠͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅ!̵̧̡̡̢̧̧̡̡̨̧̨̢̢̧̧̢̨̛̣̱͍̩̪̪͓͙͓̱̞̼̩̱̳̝̦̱̪͔͕͈̳̜̞̹̪̘͔̪̟̺̭̦͈̫͓̪̤̟̫̺̰̟̻̗̞̮̻͎̳̙̣̩̜͖̹̜̻̪̤̙͖̼͖̫͔̺̺̲͙̫̩̻̳̠̱̫͈͇̤̼̱͖͎͖͙̜̠̱̮̞͕̞̦̰̼̟̻̤̻̬̭̦̫͇͓̮̬͇̠̯̹̤̹̞̰͕̰̲̯̱̥̖͇̫͚̻̮̮̭̼̳̓̄̓̋̾̉̅̓̉̌͒͆̾͗͐̓̌͛̂̐̀͗͊̽̈͑͑̈̇̇̒̅̎̏̌̒̚͘͜͜͜͜͜͠͝ͅ!̵̢̢̢̡̡̡̢̢̨̡̧̛̛͚̺̫̝̦̹̹̥̻̮̗̯̝͔̩͚̩͈͔̲̞̭̮̙̲͍̩̞̬͍̺̭͈̟͚͓͚̻͎̘̖̠̳̲̭̺͇̤͉̙̺̯̮͇͍͇̩̰̼̦̮̮͖̰̻̠͈̪̪͍̹̺͉̫̞̫͖͈͖̙̬̦̗̱̟̼̳̲̖͙̺̺̖͈̼̀̏̉̈́̉̀̐̇̋̃͗̽̌͊̿̓̀̈̈́̇̀̑̈̂͑͑͌͐̑̌̾̈̽̉̑̀͛̄̔͗̽̒̀͒̃̆̈͒̈́̉̾͛̓̊̇̀̓̃̾͒̓̀̇̏̓̄͗̉̕͘̕͘͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅ!̶̛͖̝͓̻̱̟̮̬̻͕̣̦̠̟̩̺̫̰͍̊͊̏̇̀̋͌͊͒͛̔̐͗͗̀̂̈́̆͛̂̍͆̑̍͛̆̃̊̎̎̆̾͂̈́̍̍̇̐̆̋͂̌͐̎̌̈́̌̔͆̏̔̉̆͑̉̋̂̑̒̈́̋͘̚̕̕̚̚͜͜͠͝͝͠͝͠͝͠!̵̡̢̨̨̢̨̢̧̛̛̰̱̥̫̘̞̮̼̥̪̣̼͇̖̜̲̳̪̮̼͙͇̖̯̟̙̥̮̥͈̞̤͚͍̙̦͖͎̖̤͇̥̰̮̜̰̹͉̪̣͖̪͇̹͈͓̬̘͙͓̼̪̦͚͈͚̟̤͓̳̠̩͓̗̯͈̬̝̯̲͎͓̮̯̪̣̻͚̹̝̯͍̺̼̰͖͔̱̭̬͙̫̳̱̣̗̗͌̔̉̓̔̏͛͐̍͛̓̊͘̚͜͜͜͜͝ͅ!̶̢̨̨̡̡̨̧̧̢̨̧̧̡̡̢̛̛̥͎̹̥͉̗̳̪̤̫͉͕͇̳̦̗͓̪͉̦̲̘̺̣̥̱̺̞̤̗̣̱̤̤̼̺̪̞̰̤͓̤͔͍͍̭̰͉̲͖͚̲̣̹̙͙̱͓̲̖̝͔͇̝̳̘̜̤̞̺͙͉̫̣̰̝̗͙̖̥̭̬̯̘͚͈͎͈͚̦̺̞͉̥̰̮͍̫̣̼͈̮͓̤̦͉͚̳̫̼̟͍͕̣͚͇̟͈̣̹̙͍̳̩̠̞̬̞͉̙̠͕̣͕̬͈̟̟̜͖̠͖͕̗̥̩̱͇͕̤̱̪̻̬̮̓̅̔̔͛͋̏̈́̉̈́̓̃͗̊̊̈́̅́͗̋̓̒̎̒̽̀̇́̑̎̈́̀̒̎͛̿̈́̂́͊̎̍̿̐̃̽̎̄͆̃̓͒͊̓͛͐̓̇̌͊̍͛͗̇̾̄̾̂̇͊̂̃̏̒͊̆͂͊͋̌̾̾̈́͒̂̔͑͌́͂͛͛͊̈͌̉̚̚̕͘͘͘̚͘̚̕̚̕͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͠͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅ!̵̢̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̖̬̤̰̲͔͎̔͛̈́͆̈͆̇̀̈́̍͐̇̋̈́͒͛̍̊̿̎̍̓̿͐͂̈̀̎̍̿̐̈̈̃̎̓̆͐̂͋͋̂͒̓͌̈́̑̿̾̅̑̉͂̎̃̅̉͑̋̏̒̐̊̾̽̌̒̎̇̄̐͌͌̓̃͛̅̈̈͛͌̌͑͆̐͆̐͛́̔͌͊̌̎̈́̈́́̽̈͛͐̄͆͗̑̈́͋͒̄͌͒͊̏̽̈́̑̂̔̌͋̇͑̓̐̍̈́̐̔͛̊̎͛̋̒̂͒̅͑̂̓̈̓̈̂̒͒̇͛͗̔͊͆̚̚̚̚͘͘͘̕̚͘͘̚͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͠!̵̧̢̨̛̹̠͎͕͍͉͈̰͈̤̦͕͉̥͖̩͇̿̊̆̒̌͗̑̈́̓̎̐͛̋͑̿̉̄͆̑͑͊̃̋͆̒͐̏̏́̎͂͆̂͆̈́̇̔͒̋͗͂̐͑̐̔͑̽̏̾͌̄̑̆̑̿͒̈́̿̏͆͌͆͋͐̃̎͗͑̍̈́̅͒̃̔͌̅̐̉͂̃̈́̐̆̐̔̏̈̍́̈́̏͗̀̀͒͑̉͂̍̽̀́̈́̓̆̓̑͊̌̋̄̐͌̋͆̌̽̍̎̈̕͘̕͘̕̕̚̕̕̕͘̚͘̕͠͝͝͠͝͠͝͝͠͝͝!̶̧̡̨̢̧̧̢̨̢̢̨̧̧̡̢̧̡̧̡̡̨̡̛̛̛̛͈̜͚̪̤̭͓͎̞̝̩̼̦͓̩̺̦̪̲͖̱͎͇̜͙͚̹͚͚̳̜͕̹̠̺͉̬̘͇͓͉͓̣̲͓͕̦͔͇̲͚͖̖̯͕̬̻̹̺̞̲̙̦̳̩̺̗͎̘͙̫̬̖̜̲͍̻͎̫͚̮̮̯̳̖̺̝̰̰̙͔̞̠̱̖̤͕̻̤̭̯̘̻͓̯̻͉̘̖̙̫̪͖̹̥̻̺̺̯̘̫͙̗̤̟̝̟̙̱̬͔̖͔͖̜͈̰̦̭͖̙̣͚̞̦̱̪͍̬̬̻̞̼̫͚̟̬̜̳͉̬̥̖͎̮̜͕̙̗͙̥̞̺̙̃̒̑̌̓̅̋͊̆̓̓̊͑͐̌̆͐͋͐͐̌̇̓̽̒̉̇̈̓̎͛̐̋̔͛͋̃̓̍͛̊̽̇̎͆͆̎̍̊̈̐̎̇͋̔̽̈̈́͗̅̈̏̊͐̓̆̈́́͊̎̀̏̄̐͋̌͗̈́̃́̉͗̇̉̆͂̔̅̃͋̏͑͐̉̋̒̃̊̉̆̌̂͗͑̅̂̇̆̄̏̍͛̅͂̌͐͌̽̋̇͑́͂͆̇̈́̅͋́̀̽͂̈́̀̆̎̉̀͆̒̓̌̈́͗́̾͒͑͗̚͘͘̚̕̕̚͘͘͘͜͜͜͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͠ͅͅ!̶̛̥͓̩͕͎͍̱̤̻͎̥͉̬̹̣̰́̽͛͐̎͗̉͆͋̅̃̽̅̿̋̎̐̌͌͆̈́͒̇͑͆̾̅̑͛̄͌̈̊̏͊͛͋̂̑͐͐̄̎̌̀͂̓̉́͐̊̎̄͗̈͑̑͂̇͂͌̿̾̽̅̊͒͂͂̑̂́͊̈́̎̈́̉̿̎͊̓͒̆̏̉̇͐́̆͑̎̆̓̊̿͂̀͋̌̿͂̈́͑̐̔͑̃̊̀̈͆̐̔̈́̓̍̂̅̈́̄̈͌̒̓̔͑͆̿̇͂͊́̾̚̚͘̚̚̚͘͘̕̚̚͝͠͝͝͠͝͝͝͝͝͠
Crack.
Crack.
Crack!
Suddenly, as if nothing happened at all. Red could actually feel again. Stones that once were him, seperate from his being and crumble all around his body.
He’s alive again.
The weight of Yellow on his arms felt grounding. The ringing of his ears won’t stop singing and yet, he could not help but feel like he had just woken up from a terrifying nightmare.
?
What..?
He..fell asleep?
Is that a dream?
Or a nightmare?
?
Yellow’s eyes flutter open, as if she was just taking a long good nap. Unlike him, who felt like his nightmares barely let him escape waking up. When she could finally see who was carrying her, her face turned beet red (ha!) and stuttered out an embarrassed squeak, asking to be put down.
Mostly confused at the reaction, Red complies. When he looked down, he could see that ..oh. He could see why Yellow acted more nervous after seeing him.
In just 3 seconds, he remembers everything.
He remembers the battles up to the point where all of his fellow Pokedex carriers have been turned into…
...stone?
Excited shouts of familiar voices came from behind. When he turned he could see his juniors happily shouting their names. He couldn't help but smile gratefully as he accepted Gold’s offer of fresh clothes.
It’s a bit chilly, ok?
Sneaking some glances from the others, he could not help but wonder. Is he the only one feeling like he is the only one who has just escaped from a nightmare? It feels as if, originally, that experience wasn’t for him at all. That he was just a messenger boy for someone else.
But for who? What was the message at all?
He was the last to be off of that weird platform stage and turned to Gold, who was waiting patiently for him and asked, “What’s up?”
Gold’s expression went from relieved happiness to exasperated resignation.
Hm? What?
Red makes sure to cover up any signs of terror from his own person.
Ahh, whatever.
It’s just a nightmare…
….Right?
Bzzzz!
"Pika!" He shouted happily as the mouse pokemon joyfully put his hat on his head.
Red then hugs the living light out of his pokemon. In turn, the mouse pokemon nuzzled him back.
Then the ground trembled. He instinctively looked around and learned that he was yet again, in a battle.
A powerful gust of wind rushes just above at the side of where Red is. When he looked in that direction, at a distance, he saw a charizard carrying someone wearing a red vest with a large collar had also entered the battlefield.
Red heard a gasp behind him, when he turned around, he saw the ocean turning from every corner upward around the building they were on like a cyclone inside of the eye of it. Just barely seen at the highest waves there was a pikachu surfing on top of it. Almost rivaling the power of the fake legendary pokemon in front of him.
A hesitant tug made him look down. What he saw made him pause.
A pikachu?
No wait, that's no pikachu...but he has to admit it's kinda cute though.
Notes:
Yeah...Professor Oak actually thinks 'Rouge' is Red's brother with amnesia too. This is the biggest reason why he let 'Rouge' on this battle. Hehe. Look its was not shown in the manga what was Red's backstory is so its a free for all. Mwahahah.
Btw imma take a short break now, ciao♡!
Chapter Text
Game!Red POV
A little while before sh*t hits the fan.
The group did some discret scouting and planning because they arrived earlier than planned on the last day of the week that Ralds was trying to conquer the frontier. That's where Gold got the idea of getting the costume he thought would trick the bad guy and impulsively goes to a store downtown to try to find someone where someone might take up the challenge of making what Gold wants. It was a lost cause for Crys.
Red just wants to stay behind and look around. He perched himself on top of the roofs, with no one to bother him. It's fine if he is where no one can reach him without a flying pokemon to reach the top roof. He had kept a rotation of pokemon that are currently in his disposal discreetly guarding the petrified people.
He just wants a moment of peace for himself. It's not like he wants to be near children, no matter how much of a delight they are as a company or on how competent they are for the job, it's just that he has a lot of things going on in his thoughts. Especially concerning Green.
If Red were a silent blizzard, then Green is the destructive tropical storm.
Red might have calmed Green's nerves but there is no telling when he will stop listening to reason to get what he wants. It's a side of Green that Red is both glad and hates.
Awe inspiring if admired from a distance and terrifying (hot) up close. He learned his lesson years ago.
And now, sitting on the ledge Red waits for the world to turn.
He hopes it turns more into his favor than in the direction he fears it will be in the future.
Something suddenly struggles inside on the left large pocket of his vest. He learns fast by ignoring it as the days from the sea vessel goes on but today seems to be the exception. Annoyed, he reaches for his pocket to look at the accursed spoon with exasperated disdain.
The spoon quickly flew out of his grasp and directly hit his bag, almost hitting him inches away from his cheek, and sticks as if a powerful magnet suddenly appears inside the bag for the spoon to act that way.
He once tried to ask Charizard to fly the spoon away from him as possible and what it resulted was an angry mark on his forehead curtsy of one flying metallic object. Since then, it's better to just listen to the damn3d spoon no matter how much he would very much want to chuck it on a nearby active volcano.
He huffed and zipped his backpack open.
What greeted him was a familiar glow of a processed star piece fragment.
Oh… this. He quickly zips his bag close, closes his eyes and mentally counts one to ten.
The spoon falls to the ground with a sounding clank.
It's um… yeah. He forgets that there is that inside. Surprisingly accumulating the surrounding residue of energy when he first found it inside. But it's fine, right?
It's not that there's an Eternatus in Hoenn, right?
What he failed to see from just above him, spider web lines began to manifest, unseen by those that don't look for things like that.
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Present day
Pikachu has been ebbing the harsh tides away from the frontier while Charizard and Red are in the sky, keeping any signs of attack away from the floating island.
When everything was in motion, Red quickly threw himself into the disarray. He was mostly focused on getting people to safety, making sure no one gets hurt, minimal damages, ect. He did not notice the shine from somewhere but he did notice the air shifted slightly.
And then he notices it.
Pikachu and Charizard, in sync with him, also felt the atmosphere of the whole area, no wait the whole frontier was-!
Then a giant behemoth that could easily tower over a mountain appeared in a color that looked washed out into the ocean in front of the frontier.
Hoooo boy, this just got a lot messier.
Red's poryphone doesn't really have the pokedex update, not that it matters due to being built on the intention for the past tournament instead of pokemon searching, so he can't really look up on what pokemon suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
After that not-recommended encounter with Mewtwo and M̶i̶s̶s̶i̶n̶g̶N̶o̶.̶ , nothing fazes him anymore. … Nothing except for a couple of exceptions....
The leviathan looking pokemon shrieks, large waves ripples haphazardly across the ocean as the atmosphere gets harder and harder to breath.
Huh. Would you look at that? Oh, right, right. He should be moving now.
Red then sharply whistles in two low notes, one high note.
Pikachu quickly gathers all of the rippling waves and condenses them into one giant wave around the area, forming an offensive shield around it. The little critter, all round and very smart, surfs on the waves that it created and uses it to lift itself around the area like a protective dome like they had once practiced on the shores of Alola.
Red patted the neck of his longtime friend three times, dragged a circular motion with his finger on the scaly skin and whistled three times in a quick session.
Charizard slightly nodded in response as it took off below, flames leaking out from its mouth in preparation for what it's about to do.
He should take care of this before something worse happens.
Hey, attack at what's menacing and hurting people is his go to method of evaluating wherever it was dangerous or not. It worked for him in the past.
So he'll do it in the most creative yet efficient way possible. Make the enemy stumble by a literal force of nature made truly yours.
Charizard gathers up his flames and prepares his wings.
Do you know how hurricanes form? In cliff notes version, it's basically hot air from below and cool air from above pushing and forming one big cyclone of condensed air swirling clockwise or anticlockwise depending on where it appears.
So theoretically, a hurricane storm can protect what's inside of the eye.
Being involved with Green Oak means being involved with everything science-y, and he is saying this in the nicest way possible. Red had absolutely no idea how in the world Green likes doing this to himself. It's so...bland. But it gave him the permission to do some of the most interesting ideas ever. Like a theory Green once said offhandedly one day, using pokemon to create artificial made weather like he’s been doing right now. It’s all theoretical before but now Red can confidently say it works.
Too much in his growing worry.
...Meh. It's safe. It's Green’s theory and he trusted Green.
Red forgets to think that he and Green were once banned from acting together, especially if it's Green’s ideas after the incident from Celadon City and from Professor Oak’s backyard.
Pikachu worked hard to speed up the process by continuously working its waves up and moving around and around the area until it was the height of a building. Adding up with electrical discharges all around the waves it created and Charizard heating up below to the point of having its flames turning blue, the two pokemon essentially created an artificial typhoon that protects the whole frontier, which is the eye of the typhoon.
Red especially forgets that he was banned as stated by the official pokemon league committee from following Green’s ideas after once blasting off the summit and half of the slope of a mountain from listening to his ramble about the connection between the pokemon’s sync energy and the residue energy from evolution stones. It's fine, it's not like it's an important mountain or anything.
And besides, the excited smile Green wore when he learned that one of his theories actually worked in real life was worth the pain of being manhandled by Lance.
The behemoth, trapped inside of the artificially made force of nature, could only shriek up on the heavens above that the very air shakes with power and the waves it commands began to rush towards the vulnerable parts of the frontier.
Red whistles, impressed by the display of strength. But he could not help but sense that the behemoth felt empty. Like it's just a husk of what was a splendid display of the seas.
He whistled sharply at odd and even intervals that are only known to those who knew morse code as he did it back in those winter days.
Keep the waves at bay and be on standby. Don't do much action other than that, conserve your energy.
Pikachu nodded in acknowledgement and zoomed through the areas where the most water was being pushed back. Using its own surfing ability, it redirects it into the cyclone creation.
Now that's being taken care of, he needs to see the situation.
He taps 4 times in a quick session and charizard uses agility to move fast to where the training of the kids commenced.
There, Red could see the people standing on thin air, as if they were stepping on invisible platforms connected to a building.
Technically, they are standing on invisible platforms but that was not the point.
The moment charizard steps onto the platforms, Crys immediately addresses him. "Rouge, this is Ruby and Sapphire. These are the two that you'll help train faster today. The third one will be running a bit late."
Red looked at the two confused teenagers and nodded. Basic training speedrun, got it.
Ruby eyed Rouge for a moment before he steps forward, couldn't hold back from asking, "Not to be rude Miss Crystal but who is this?"
Crys smiled and said, "Someone who can speed up your training." A flash of pained grimace appeared on her face but disappeared before anyone could see it. "Trust me on this, he can help speed things up."
She summoned her pokemon and climbed onto its back and shouted, "I'll join the chaotic battle! There isn't much time, so hurry! Also good luck!" as she rode towards the sea being. Nobody noticed that she was saying that last part very seriously.
Red only looked at the two uncertain trainers then lifted two pokeballs. Ruby and Sapphire both at each other then back at Red. They hesitated for a moment but nodded at the same time. From that, in a quick motion, he has blastoise and venusaur attack at random but quick and powerful strikes from the pokemons they are the most weak against. Thinking that they should attack the ones that came first, they didn't realize until it was too late that the strikes were directed towards the pokemon that were weakest against.
In just one attack, the two pokemon almost fainted. if it wasn’t for Red holding back, they might have lost right away. But since this is a training session, he just makes sure to just let his pokemon adjust their attacks that would benefit everyone.
Realizing what just happened, the two stepped back and mentally assessed what just happened. Red only made a motion that they could translate as, Give your best shot.
Now, sure of their impromptu trainer, they charged on with determined eyes.
After a couple of training battles that felt like hours on end, (Red redirecting at parts where his pokemon attack so the duo can refine their battle skills while the two were just barely holding on against an onslaught of attacks.) a thud made them all paused as they look above to see Emerald standing outside with an (overwhelmed) unsure expression.
Sapphire got up the stairs and flagged Emerald, filling him in on what was going on while strapping him with the bracelet key given by Crys while Ruby uses this chance to size Red up by looking at him. Red only stands quietly, waiting for them with a blank expression.
With Emerald finally being on field, the true training can be put into action.
But then Red motioned Charizard to slow down. The duo saw this and was about to ask for an explanation until they looked back and saw Emerald looking down.
Sapphire got close to Emerald and asked, “Hey Emerald! Why'd ya in a daze? You should be paying attention to sceptile! There isn’t much time!”
Ruby was about to ask their training mentor to stop for them to listen but instead waited when Red immediately motioned for all of the pokemon to do what appears to be endurance training. Making even the pokemon who is not familiar with him to listen to his commands, albeit in a silent way, makes the trainer in front of Ruby even more impressive. But now is not the time.
For now, they listen to give Emerald a chance to say his past and his struggles.
When he finished, Red walked in front of Emerald and placed a pat on his head. As if saying, Thank you for allowing us to listen to you.
The duo have matching smiles, "We're glad you told us the truth."
Then, unseen by the duo behind him, he smiled. Emerald has his small yet nagging feeling that he doesn't smile like that very often, making the smile infectious.
Both pokemon and trainer must grow together in order for them to help one another. If the other is stuck, then the partner stays with them until they can grow from their experiences and become stronger together. Emerald, whose heart moved for the simple reason of having the relief of letting it all out without any judgement, has finally reached the stage where he can grow his heart more openly as an individual, and thus allowed his pokemon and those around him to do the same.
A part of him felt something then the bangles on their wrists glowed. Indicating that they have received the skills.
Red clapped loud to get everyone’s attention then pointed to the sea monster.
Now having the ability to help, the trio nodded. Red smiled proudly at them before moving on ahead of them.
Flying on Charizard back, Red made its way back to Pikachu and focused on the task of balancing both regulating pikachu’s waves and fighting the behemoth.
Then something made Red look at the very building that he knew houses the only people he knew of in this world.
Something is about to happen.
A concentrated rush of power condenses, from Red personally knowing it would take on a collective amount of people and pokemon working together flew out of the opening of the building, and aimed towards the bland yet still powerful monster.
Red exhaled the breath he didn't notice he momentarily held and blinked in surprise at what he saw.
And then he frowned. Not because of the dissipating ashes of the sea monster but because of the ever growing waves pikachu and charizard had created.
Too many waves to the point of danger.
Oh no.
He can't let pikachu stop because of the concerning height but he needs to because pikachu was getting tired.
The spoon from his pocket, this time on his pocket pants, wiggles its direction to his bag. He doesn't like where this is going.
Mostly because he really doesn't want to be arrested for performing a pokemon regional move that can be used at galar only.
Some regional moves that are exclusive to a region are extremely illegal to use where they are not performed to the point one can be incarcerated for 10 years due to nature's lack of defense for that particular phenomenon. But he's here out in the open sea with no other choice due to his lack of insight.
He tooks out his dynamax band and sees the star fragment warm glowing, as if saying to its owner it's ready to unleash its power.
Red looks around and still doesn't see any Eternatus or powerspots. So how was it able to gather enough energy for a gigantimax phenomenon?
The waves ebb haphazardly to the shores and Red decided he has no time to think about that scientific impossibility. Not seeing the cracks of the sky glowing menacingly red above everyone.
He straps the dynamax band on his wrist and pulls out Blastoise's ball.
God he really wishes no one would arrest him for this.
///
Mimikyu is always a curious pokemon.
Its fake head flopped to the side as it scrutinized its trainer’s look-a-like.
Oya oya...where is his likeness?
This ‘Red’ looks ...kinda nice? But a bit more skinny and younger. And dork-ish. Hmmmm….And has a palette of darker colors unlike its own trainer, but other than that they look almost the same.
Except for the clothes.
Its trainer has more fashion sense than the ‘Red’ in front of it. Maybe this Red is a shiny?
Hmmmmmm.HMMMMMMM.
Mimikyu narrowed its eyes more. ‘Red’ smiled patiently and hesitatingly reached out a hand.
This ‘Red’ passes.
Mimikyu nodded to itself as if making a decision and shook Red’s outstretched hand much to the relief of Red and wariness of Pika, who was edging away from the stuffed toy as much as possible while still holding onto Red’s shoulder.
Many things happened after that. The collective efforts of everyone giving their all into defeating the energy being has paid off and with that everyone can sigh in relief. That is until it comes next.
The moment the monster from the wish disappears, the storm around them starts to tower itself until it flows haphazardly to the shores, tides rising into dangerous heights.
As if the water called for the heavens and prayed for it, hues of red light flashes from above. An earthquake shakes the very foundation of where they stand on and in front of them appeared what was another sea monster that could easily tower the largest building on the frontier. The moment it settled its footing on the sea bed, waves of red energy poured out and it cried out a wailing sound that echoed from everywhere. It’s towering stature pouring out immense energy.
If the previous sea behemoth was a glass-cannon energy, this was a monster that is barely containing its own self from the core. Making it even more dangerous than the last one.
They have already poured everything onto that last attack so what now?!
The waves that were previously reaching up to the skies were disturbed and scattered dangerously from everywhere, but before it could damage the frontier even more, the unforgiving torrents of sea water began to stream itself around the sea behemoth and away from the shores. Like a puppeteer controlling a marionette, surges of water were at the command of the standing enormous beast.
The height of it was immense that even if they crane their necks from above, they still wouldn't not manage to get a glimpse of the colossal’s face. Too distracted by the events happening, no one sees the energy that was leaking from the cracks of the sky growing weaker and weaker until something was sucking the energy until it has nothing left to offer. And the growing cracks of the sky were no more.
Strings of invisible command moves the sea like a whirlpool to a scale that brings an aura of settlement. And with a momentous feat, the sea settled like the ending of an orchestra. Its harsh waters rippled until it came on the momentum in line with balance, spreading out as its vast home.
Then the giant exploded.
Notes:
Ahahahwhatamess. This hurts my brain but is very glad this chapter is finished. So very sorry if this feels a bit bland..... Happy reading!
Chapter 13
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Strings of invisible command moves the sea like a whirlpool to a scale that brings an aura of settlement. And with a momentous feat, the sea settled like the ending of an orchestra. Its harsh waters rippled until it came on the momentum in line with balance, spreading out as its vast home.
Then the giant exploded.
From the smoke, just barely seen, was a silhouette landing in front of the entrance.
When Red’s feet landed on the hard ground he sighed in relief. Finally, he could just be on his way to the professor and everything will be on track.
Man...he's exhausting. Guarding for 24/7 on the clock, providing some intense training with some kids then battling something troublesome monster. On top of that, an unplanned gigantimax.
He is exhausted.
Sleep first then professor.
Patting his friend’s long neck in thanks, he turned around to see everyone staring at him.
Uh oh.
….
Did anyone see him perform that gigantimax?!
The blond haired ponytailed girl suddenly shouted bloody murder then attacked him with a well executed icebeam curtsy of the omastar she suddenly called on. Luckily he had a charizard thrown in a flamethrower at it or else he would have been a popsicle.
Now what?!
Augh… the backlash of the gigantimax is beginning to emerge as a headache.
Red suddenly noticed a feeling behind him, before he could even turn around, everything turned dark.
///
Gold could understand Red-senpai attacking Rouge, heck he could even see seniors Blue or Green attacking the poor guy.
He knew about the ice ambush kidnapping incident from Red but he could have never guessed in a million years that the ponytail chick would be the one to crack.
And to be completely honest, what she did was dirty yet very awesome. Honestly, attacking the poor guy from the front and the back while the guy looked exhausted was evil even in Gold's book.
Welp, time for some damage control-.
Crash!
A dark presence grows darker and darker from the outstretched arms from Senior Red’s arms. The poor guy leaned away from whatever’s on his hands as much as possible.
Shards of a nearby broken vase lay haphazardly beside him.
I-is that-oh no. This..this is bad.
Shadowy arms emerge from underneath the disguise as beady eyes from cutout holes inform of the camouflage gleamed harshly as they pointely stared at Yellow’s distressed self.
Who was growing more and more anxiously pale as they stared at the unconscious form of Mister Rouge.
The charizard’s victim growled as it hunched down on top of his trainer and narrowed its vigilant blue eyes on ponytail.
The atmosphere felt on standstill with what just happened.
Then chaos.
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Incomprehensible whispers was the first thing Red heard when he woke up. Not having enough energy to be fully awake, he closes his eyes shut and not giving away that he was now awake, he breathes slowly and attentively tries as he can to listen to the sounds around him. Call him paranoid but he was just assessing his surroundings.
Being put off guard and getting knocked out was bad enough.
Just thinking of it makes his headache even worse.
He is not opening his eyes because he is still feeling weak, mostly from his headache. Nope, he is not. Red is just taking a short break, that’s all.
Jus..t a break...Yeah...ye..ah…
(For who knows how long, he yet again tries to open his eyes. Strange, he thought to himself, just a while ago it was a bit bright. Why is everything so dark?)
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Blizzard.
Snowflakes swirling around.
A small girl in a black dress like she is mourning someone.
Someone he should know.
Does he know?
The dress remained pure black against the winds of white snow all around them.
Static noises filled the head with false prophecies.
It's not your fault.
It’s not my fault.
Who is to blame?
Who ….. you…?
Can you shout it to me?
Who……..?
I ...am…..sor…
?
????
????????.....??????......??????....
Iʇs ʇɥǝ ʌoᴉɔǝs ɟɐnlʇ.
pou,ʇ lᴉsʇǝu ʇo ʇɥǝɯ ɐuʎɯoɹǝ
ᴚǝp
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…sɐʇosɥᴉ ┴ɐɾᴉɹᴉ
///
Grey eyes open.
"Hieeee…" somebody squeaked beside them. Disoriented eyes hazily narrowed down a yellow blob against white on their right.
Red tiredly blinked a few times and vision focused to see a petite blonde girl with a ponytail neatly tied on her head and her fingers nervously twisting on the strands of a straw hat that has seen better days.
Her dimmed sunshine colored eyes widened as they met Red's stoic grey eyes.
She lifted her hand in a hesitant manner before slowly waving it. " He-hello?"
Red blinked.
Before Red could comprehend anything at all, the petite girl started crying.
" I- I…uwaaaaaaa!"
Wow, Red. You already made a young girl cry and you didn't do anything. That has got to be a record.
So said a voice in Red's head that sounds suspicious like Green.
Red mentally scoffs at that voice and tells him to shut it. Great now he's hallucinating his annoyingly hot husband. Ughhhh, make him stop-
"I though 'hic' was- someone- ...uwaaaa!"
Well that was effective.
Now what to do, what to do….
Two hours later
The girl accepts the glass of water that Red offers to her as she hiccups her way into explaining gibberish to him.
He waves off the explanation for later and points to the glass of water.
Red will never have kids if this is what is in store for him. (Later when everything is good and done, Green will be there to change his mind. On bed. Under the covers. Nuff said.)
"Un..um.." her voice wavers, " Mr. Rouge..right? "
He took a sec to remember that it's his fake name and nodded.
" I...I'm...I 'hic'," the corners of her eyes started to water again. No no no nope, he refilled the glass on her hand and offered her a spare napkin he found on his bag, that was conveniently placed on his left side, placed on a cheap plastic chair.
He took the notebook and a pen and wrote, deep breaths. He is not waiting 2 hours again. Call him heartless but he does not want to spend feeling like trash over someone crying in front of him, feeling like he's responsible for making this petite teen girl cry.
Fortunately, she does as he instructed and takes a few calming breaths of air as she sips haphazardly. He had to watch her carefully to avoid a choking situation. Now that would not be a fun event.
She sighed. Gurl he wants to sigh as well, but he's the adult here so he gotta be the responsible one.
...Red blames the sassiness on Green. He is a bad influence. A very very very bad influence. (He got it bad and he is not regretting marrying the idiot one bit.)
She looks up and Red sees a repentant look on her face. He'll take a dive here and say that she's the reason why he blacked out back then.
"I'm...I'm sorry." She bowed her head and apologized, "I have no excuse for hurting someone as innocent as you."
Called it.
"I-..well..he...a while ago...um".
Red wrote later in the notebook. He'll hear her out when she'll pull herself properly later. But for now…
Where's mimikyu and charizard?
"Oh! They're...you're…um..Gold and Crys manages to convince your friends to heal at the center while you get healed up after you...well..". She grimaces at the reminder of her actions.
Red warily smiled. Then tries to get out of the bed to which the Yellow straw hat girl made a motion to stop him. "Ahh! Please stay in bed, your injuries, not including the one I inflicted are-!"
That's when the floor started to sway like a funky sea of colors. He staggered and would have fallen to the ground if not for the steady support of the teen besides him.
Alright, fine. He's not in a good shape. He can accept that. If!
"You lik-want to see your pokemon?" She questioned, as she helped him get back to the medical bed. He nodded, already feeling stiff. What can he say, he's an active person.
"O-ok then. Please stay on the bed while I get them for you?"
He nodded.
Before she could walk completely out of the room, her eyes flicked in hesitation for a moment before a drop of confidence dripped from her as she said, "My name is Amarillo Del Bosque Verde, but everyone calls me Yellow."
He nodded in acknowledgement. She paused looking like she wanted to add something but then smiled sunnily at it and walked out of the room.
Leaving him alone for a rare moment of being truly alone.
He hates this.
It's like being on that mountain again. But this time, there is no one by his side. At least back then, he had his pokemon to keep him company.
Now? It felt like being truly alone.
He likes being alone but he hates being lonely. What an ironic dilemma.
He needs to hear something. Anything.
Red flicked the metal part of the bed to at least hear a sound. The ping! sounds satisfying. Not enough. He looked around and saw a remote placed underneath the upper drawer of the tableside.
That'll do.
His eyes flickered to the tv that was bolted to the corner of the ceiling and pointed the remote at it.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to a special segment that featured a few special guests handpicked by the renowned pokemon professor-"
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Yellow felt ashamed.
Mostly guilt but also ashamed at how she reacted back then.
She pushed the cart to the elevator as she avoided the chittering gossip of her victim’s pokemons. Is it moral to call Mr. Rouge a victim of her? Well she did hurt him as a result of remembering an old occurrence back when she went out in search of Red.
Uwaaa….not her best moment she can admit that.
Just thinking how she hurt an innocent and someone who is even a part of the reason why she is even moving and alive right now made her feel even more horrible.
So for now, she’ll help him get better. It's the least she could do after…well, yeah….
An aura of uncontrollable bloodlust emitted dangerously at that one pokemon that looked a lot like a creepy doll of a pikachu. And every drop of that aura was pointed towards her.
The poor nurse that was unfortunate enough to be alongside the elevator leaned as much as she could to the opposite wall, like trying to merge with it.
Yellow really, really would like much to cry. It seems it's not only Rouge she needs to apologize too.
When the elevator arrived at the destination of the nurse’s, she bolted the heck out there. Leaving Yellow and the pokemon alone for the rest of the ride.
This…is going to be a long ride.
Oh my, oh my. Little puppet sock, please ease the tension for a little bit will you, poor girl looks like she’s about to cry.
How can I?! She almost killed our trainer!! Let me think up ways to avenge our trainer!
Gnarly, lil dude. Hey Vines, wanna take a dawny with me by the coast the next time we have a chance? I got a sick new combo I wanna try out with you.
Oi, little puppet, she’s mine to burn! Don’t get in my way!
Whaddya gonna do about it, burn her to crisp ya big lug?
YOU WANNA HAVE A GO, LITTLE GUY?? I CAN TAKE ON A LITTLE NEWBIE LIKE YOU, I DONT GIVE A F-
The pikachu of the group lets out a slight discharge that causes everyone to yelp out in pain, including Yellow who was clutching on the handrails of the cart. The pikachu glanced at her for a moment before quipping, hand on wall to release excess discharge.
Yellow blinked before nodding in thanks and following the pikachu’s advice.
She has to cover her ears from the startled shouts from the other pokemon.
The pikachu huffed and if its arms were not that fat, it would have crossed it by now and addressed the other wide eyed pokemon. What? Nobody seriously noticed how she looked at the puppet after that psycho yandere described their revenge on her in an extreme manner?
The venusaur motioned at mimikyu, The meat toboggan was creative. I’m actually impressed about that. Mimikyu preened at the compliment.
Yellow shivered at the thought. The elevator doors opened at their floor and she wheeled them out to their destination.
The venusaur continued, I suggest you do that with a spatula, not a tractor for maximum pain.
The mimikyu’s eyes shine in a way that makes even the sensible mannered pikachu shift their pokeball away to the side as much as they are allowed by the limited space of the cart.
Yellow whimpered and subconsciously curled their body small.
The pikachu then turned to look up at Yellow and asked, On that horrifying and gruesome note, can I ask something?
Too scared to say no, Yellow slowly nodded.
Why did you hurt Re- I mean Rouge. Yeah Rouge. Do you have something against him the moment you see him or are you just sick in the head?
“What no!”
Practice murder?
“NO!” Taken aback at the diverse personalities of each and every single pokemon of Rouge’s team, Yellow stopped in the middle of the aisle and stared at every single pokemon in the cart.
…*******? (Had to be censored due to how vile the words are uttered)
Yellow had to pause and stare at the pikachu that suggested that. “What.” She whispered in a horrified voice.
The pikachu, instead of looking embarrassed or something that would be appropriate for this situation, just looked annoyed and throwed their hands up. Well, I give up. I got nothing here.
She took a deep breath. Takes a moment to collect herself all the while trying to avoid the psychotic aura mimikyu is emitting. “I -um,” She sighed remembering how big of a blunder on her part of thanking the guy who helped with the whole disaster, “I’m sorry.”
You got to do a lot more than that missy.
“Iwasgettingintothat.” She took another deep breath and exhaled, “ Back then, a friend of mine was missing. As I was searching for them, I came across someone that disguised themselves as my friend. And well….” She grimaces, remembering that particular encounter. “Let's say it wasn't a nice encounter. So when I saw your trainer, who looked incredibly similar to my friend, well…instincts kicked in. For that blunder, I’m sorry.”
The pikachu stared at her for a while then shrugged. Well, ok then. I’ll just follow what Rouge has to say after hearing your story.
“Is…is that all?”
Meh, let the victim of this accident decide for the council. Hey, you guys, all in favor?
All of the pokemon let out their version of yes. Mimikyu on the other hand, raised a shadowy limb and said, I still get a reserve on torturing her if trainer wishes for it.
Oi that honor still goes to me! The charizard blazes accidentally burned a part of the red side of the pokemon it was currently residing. The pikachu sighed, and looked at Yellow with that tired stare as if saying, see what I had to deal with on a daily basis?
Yellow sweat drops and wheeled the cart back to their destination.
Good luck, little mouse.
////
The first thing Green thought of when he came into consciousness was that he really needed to puke. The second thing he did was accidentally swallowing it.
Ew…
His knees hit the ground in a wincing fall, but the pain doesn't register as much as the nauseating feeling he's experiencing right now. He covered his mouth while his stomach churn in discomfort. Ugh...
Eevee, his sweet spoiled princess, the apple of his eye and all around sugar delight was shriveling pathetically on the ground, shaking every so often.
Same bud, same.
The cause of all of this leisurely floats as if all of the carefree emotions of the world were to be personified into a single small entity.
Lucky bastard.
The last thing he noticed was that he felt weird. Hangover-deja vu kinda feeling that crawls silently like a creeping fear of a nightmare that you know it was just behind you but you don't want to acknowledge until it was too late.
Look, he's not stupid. Taking into account what happened to Red should be taken into consideration when you yourself are about to experience the same ordeal. So if he opens his eyes, he is going to see something he should have anticipated the moment he took on this stupid yet still important task.
Seeing something and believing something are two different things, ok?
Green took a deep small breath and slowly opened his eyes.
The simple shine that was supposed to be on his ring finger, was gone.
He stared at the empty space.
Its stupid, he knows. He knows he should have anticipated that the moment he opened his eyes but man. It feels like, for a moment, his promise of a lifetime with Red felt like a moment's dream. Like everything they have gone through becomes something like his insecurities would have cooked up and turned smoke for the laughs.
Well, he is not laughing at all.
His eyes wandered to the fabric of his new pants. Or should he think of it as the clothes of what he used to wear? Man, Valerie is amazing at her job but now he thinks about the design, the more he couldn't help but think that maybe his teenage self has a bit of an avante garde taste in fashion…
Naw, he still looks hot in whatever he is in and his sense of fashion just got even better.
Then Mew appeared in his vision, hanging upside down. Its comically large eyes emphasize its emotions to a surprisingly easy degree. Its tail, flicking back and forth.
Fine?
"Not really."
Mew shrugged and floated back into a comfortable stance. Meh
Eevee walked over to him and looked like a superstar, even if a bit disoriented in Green's humble opinion.
Green picked the fabric on his previous sync suit jacket and remarked with a simple "Huh" in contempt. Eevee sniffed at the direction of Green and mewled out in curiosity.
Mew appeared again at his vision with no regard for personal boundaries and tilted its head. Curious?
Green takes a few moments to organize his thoughts then asks, "So my body…?
Was changed to accomodate here safely and will be returned when going back home.
He hummed and nodded in acknowledgement. Eevee headbutted him affectionately and in turn, he carried her in his arms as he stood up. He's wearing his sync suit and bag, has his team, his guide and is now stuck in his teenage years again. He looks around and sees floating debris and black abyss all around them in a quiet ambience, where in the world is he...oh.
Ultra space. Space but not the space he knows on earth. Not very ultra in his opinion but definitely spacey by the sheer size of it all. If he could crane his neck up, he would still be seeing the black abyss that for some reason, without light, still be able to see something.
Well other than the swirling portals and towering columns all around them, the place looks boring-ish to him. That and the very visible lines that ominously glow in vibrant colors that stretched from where they could see. Seven out of ten. Points for the color but not enough light to make it like a lamp or guidelights for this place.
Green, I'm afraid the message you are about to deliver to Red has to wait for a little while.
Oh no don’t tell him-
MissingNo. has been busy and -
Nonononon-
-and is now unraveling the fabric of the multiverse as we speak. That means…
Why is this Green’s life, again?
We would first need to fix whatever that thing has broken.
Green closes his eyes and counts backwards. Damn it all.
But don't despair. This is where you came in hand. Having said that, Mew smiled widely that its eyes looked like it was closed and pointed at his poryphone, which was hanging onto its previous holster that came with all of the sync suits that were manufactured before.
Maybe his luck has finally turned for the better this time.
////
Mew flew a little closer to Green, forgetting personal space all over again.
Hey Green?
Green looked over the bubblegum colored pokemon. You know you can just use our device to communicate with Red about his situation, Right?
Green scoffed and rolled his eyes. “I could do that, or.... I could use this opportunity to help Red get back home. I mean, sure I would be useless in the face of an eldritch being of unspeakable horrors, but meh.” He shrugged as if being burdened by a task of helping keeping the balance of the whole reality was just another chore. Knowing him, it might have been the case. “ I'd rather stick close to Red and just do something rather than be something like a war-wife waiting for her husband to come back home or something like that.”
Mew nodded in approval. Good, because to be honest, my message was going to something a simple piece of device couldn't handle.
Green stopped and raised an eyebrow at that. “ What do you mean by that?”
Mew smiled mysteriously and just said, All in due time, and going on whatever mythical pokemon do. Which is to say, just a lot of floating and long silences.
He is never going to get that message until he gets to meet Red again huh…
Eevee licked his under chin as if knowing his peeved expression he had thrown over to Mew’s direction and mewled cutely. He huffed and stroked his beloved’s mane fur. What are you saying, Eevee? Green Oak does not pout.
Hpm!
Discreetly, both pokemon rolled their eyes in unison.
They all stopped in front where Mew stopped. Green takes out his poryphone and the gem embedded on the phone starts to shine the nearer Green motions the phone towards on whats infront of them.
“Can’t you just get a sync stone by yourself?” Green questioned Mew as he followed through on what Mew vaguely motioned Green to perform. Mew paused its weird dance and sheepishly shrugged. Sorry. Mew scratched the back of its neck nervously. Sync stones won’t work on a pokemon alone, I need someone like you to do this for me.
Green huffed for what it felt like the fifth time. “Someone you need or someone’s aura other than yourself?”
Mew winced. Using the life force of an innocent person never sits well with Mew, even if that person is a volunteer. It was either this or an incoming disaster.
Green understands this and waved off the incoming apology. “Had something like this coming.” He muttered to himself, ‘The things I do for that idiot..”
“So you’re the reason why the cracks appeared?!”
Before anyone could have processed what just happened, Green listened to his instincts and dodge the upcoming attack from behind. Eevee quickly puts herself in front and adopts a battle ready stance against the fools that dared to attack her butler!
For a second, Green felt absolutely offended for no apparent reason. He shrugs it off and glares at the attackers.
Natives? He risked a glance at Mew, who shrugged helplessly at him. So even the legendary ancestor of all pokemon doesn't know about them huh? Alright, he might not be the best at impromptu battle settings but he can wing it.
That honor goes to Red, but that's not the issue right now.
The attackers both wear blue and gray armor like outfits, suggesting bigger operations around. The shorter one with braided pigtails has their Furfrou in front, battle ready while the taller lankier one at the left has their Lunala at standby.
Green narrowed his eyes in thought.
The shorter one shaked in uncontrollable anger and pointed at him, “Don’t you know how much da-!”
A flash of light interrupted her, making her and the partner cover their eyes. When the brightness settles down, both assailants are bound by sturdy vines wrapped around them.
Green sighed in relief. He was glad Mew figured out his cue to subdue them when he discreetly signaled Eevee for a tamer version of Glitzy glow move.
Now then, what to do with this mess?
“URAAAA!!!!! When I get out of here, I’ll-!”
“Zossie, wait that's the-!”
Sigh. So many setbacks.
Why do these things keep on happening to him?
Notes:
im not dead yetttttt. expect very irregular updates, if any. hahah.
Chapter 14
Summary:
manga red is dizzy, yellow is concerned and Green is still an asshole but (heh butt) its understandable since its been a long day.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
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Green is tired as hell.
He doesn’t really pay much attention now since he just had one hell of a day but he can sum it up in part:
Misunderstandings cleared up, homehub, blah blah blah, something about a recon squad and then giving Green someplace to rest in exchange for some help with repairing ‘cracks’, Eevee and Mew playing in the background while he let his skills as a talkative person do all the boring stuff such as the schedule, time, blah blah blah.
The usual responsible adult stuff.
All he can say is that, after his head hits the borrowed bed, he is sleeping with his bag on his side as a makeshift Red to cuddle with.
And nobody, not even the legendaries themselves can disturb him up from his long deserved rest.
A ping from his precious poryphone came from his pocket.
As quick as the rat’s lightning bolt, Green immediately sits up and grabs his phone.
Mew looked at him with judging eyes before looking the other way when Green turned to Mew’s direction from the other side of the room.
Green raised an eyebrow at that but decided to answer this call.
“Hiya Greeennie~”
Green’s thumb accidentally pressed the wrong button.
He looked at the device on his hand with dismay and decided to pull the covers over his head once more, hoping to get his rest this time.
He covered his ears when the poryphone pinged once, twice then ringed all the way until the call was finally accepted.
Green immediately removes the covers over his head and sits up to see Mew using its psychic abilities to lift the phone at eye level while looking at him with scary eyes that promise pain if he doesn’t answer the call that WON'T STOP BOTHERING HIM.
Green huffed but reluctantly grabbed his phone and placed his ear near it.
“RUDEEE!!!!”
Bad choice, bad choice! He winced in pain and instinctively covered his ear. When the ringing of his ear stopped, he hesitated before listening (AKA tuning out) to his friend’s berates.
From the corner of his eye, he could see Mew getting itself getting comfortable with Eevee on the blanket as their makeshift bed.
He narrowed his eyes on that. Oi, oi, no funny business…
A certain blue furred catlike pokemon secretly huffed at that.
“-just because you’re not getting any minute calls from your-Hey! Are you even listening?!
Green rolled his eyes, “Yeah yeah, I’m hearing you alright. But could you not call until morning or something? I’m a busy guy, doing busy stuff like sleeping and resting. And by the way, how are you even calling me from here?”
“I kept a lot of things like a hoarder. How do you think I managed to find your poryphone? Just thought I might try to call you with mine and luckily, it still works as well.
And well…. we found something at the Aether foundation that might interest you and no it's not some fancy tech that could send you and Red home with a push of a button.”
“Ha? What could be more-”
“They have info about MISSINGNO.”
Green felt as if a bucket of cold ice water had been dunked on him.
Unbeknownst to the two, a pair of Red eyes opened as its owner intently listened to them.
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At the abandoned Aether foundation building, Leaf looked at the remnants of documents and destroyed equipment with wandering eyes before looking at the papers in her hands.
Her hands tightened as she read more of the words that the papers had to offer.
She is so glad she came with the Professors with the clean up.
There was some burned and ink on some parts of the text but it was plain to see the words:
PROJECT FOSSIL X PIXEL
PORYGON EXPERIMENT
and
MISSINGNO.
There were also some words that the ink just managed to blur the barely readable words of BLUE PIGMENTED FUR, ULTRASPACE and MYTHIC but Leaf just thought of it as just some clarification to some of the scientific experiments jargon and stuff.
Leaf hopes so or this could complicate things even more than necessary.
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Red clutched Pika by his arms like a teddy bear as he casually fast walked to the nearest quiet place without anyone catching him for a chat.
After the eventful day of everyone eyeing and helping his unconscious lookalike (Thanks to one certain androgynous petite person) move to the nearest center, everyone decided to unwind by participating in the tournament that the owner of the building that they were standing on helped create for publicity or something.
In a whirlwind of confusion and chaos, the guy’s phone slips out of jacket pocket and accidentally gets kicked into a corner. Luckily, Red was at the sidelines watching everything that was going on. Before it got stepped on, Red quickly sends Pika to go and picked it up before it got destroyed.
Red makes a mental note to give his old friend a treat the chance he got.
He would have helped more but with Yellow guilty crying and moving in frightening speeds to help the person they have put to sleep, he could only look on with a baffled face that made Gold laugh at him.
He pocketed the phone and made his way to the stadium.
Well, whatever. He was actually hoping to talk with his doppelganger but fighting with others seems to be a good idea at the time to pass the time to wait until he woke up.
‘Was’ the key word.
As time flew by and the trainers competed for a chance to fight with the others as a way to pass time, his low headache turned into a full blown migraine.
When he first saw his look alike, a headache started to throb from his front skull but it was just a small one at the time so he thought it was alright to fight.
Turns out it was not and Red was beginning to regret every decision that led him here.
Every throb of his headache, he could see the same girl with that same black dress as if his memories were telling him it's important to see this.
Sometimes the image of the girl with the black dress would flicker into a woman that feels so familiar that it hurts.
It also made his heart throb with sadness he could not understand.
He felt, no. He knew this woman was very important to him.
But why?
With his muddled mind all messed up, it's no wonder his current fighting strategies were so whacked out that even Blue, who he lucked out fighting against, was giving him a baffled look.
If he were clear headed, he would have fun fighting with everyone but looks like today was not the day.
It's ok if he were to lose to his rival ever once in a while, right?
Right.
Pika looked annoyed when he also sensed that the fight was not going the way it thought it would be but the look was replaced with concern when Pika looked at Red.
Instead of returning back to its ball, it opted to bounce into his arms that makes Red ever so thankful for his partner to sense what he really needs now.
With a quick bow as thanks for the fight, Red quickly fled from the stadium, not seeing Blue’s suspicious look at him, especially looking at his wrists.
He walked quick yet sluggish steps and tried his hardest to look normal while finding a nice place to rest.
Pika pulled his sleeve and pointed him to a nice shaded area where it looks like nobody would ever see him if he were to sit there.
Perfect.
Red gratefully sighed as his vision was dulled by the shade provided by his hiding spot.
Pika nuzzled him, making him pet the mouse pokemon languidly as he took his time resting from his migraine that was threatening to push even more.
Thankfully nobody followed him.
There is one nagging thing Red thoughts of throughout his headache.
Who is that woman anyway and why does his mind keep on telling him not to let her image go again?
Red groaned and buried his face onto Pika’s fur coat in a pathetic attempt to calm his headache.
Also why does this headache flared up at the time where he sees his doppelganger?
He wants answers.
After a bit of a rest and some sleep for this headache of his.
He clutches his old friend like a teddy bear and manages to sleep as soon as his eyes closes, much to his pokemon’s ever growing worry.
Unbeknownst to him, a tear rolled down his cheek as he unconsciously muttered something under his breath.
Only Pika was there to hear but the pokemon was pretty sure their trainer just said one word that made their ear twitch in confusion.
He said,
"Mom."
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In the medical center…
When Yellow wheeled the pokemon balls in, she looked on with concern as she found her patient frantically digging through his every belongings.
Already dressed for travel even though he was not yet being released yet, Rouge lifted his head when he heard them coming in.
Yellow flinches when she sees his trembling grey eyes looking back at her.
She, admittedly for the first time in her life, has never seen pure fear in one’s eyes as much as what Rouge has shown her.
As a response to their trainer’s flight, Mimikyu’s ball shook violently and like an intro to mayhem itself, smoke came forth as Mimikyu released itself from its ball with its signature screech and tears.
Trainer!!!!!!!!!! Mimikyu shouts at the top of their lungs.
A series of pokeballs burst open soon followed.
And for the second time of the day, chaos erupted.
Notes:
HAhahahaha updates go bRRRRRRR.