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Merciless Medic
Walking Pokemon Dictionary
Reginald Valerias
Date: June 2, 2022
Location: Pokémon Park, Tangelo Island, Orange Archipelago
Interactions: Floric Spinzar, Adrianne Silvers, Briar Hightower
Mentions: N/A
Sir Mayday
godjacob
ThAtGuY101
WCS Rank: 80,906
Pokemon Team:
Gordon the Mankey
Emeric the Shiny Haunter
Missy the Misdreavus
Bob the Shedinja
Large Marge the Drifloon
Elvira the Munna
Jones the Frillish (male)
Legion the White-Striped Basculin
Location: Pokémon Park, Tangelo Island, Orange Archipelago
Interactions: Floric Spinzar, Adrianne Silvers, Briar Hightower
Mentions: N/A
Sir Mayday
godjacob
ThAtGuY101
WCS Rank: 80,906
Pokemon Team:
Gordon the Mankey
Emeric the Shiny Haunter
Missy the Misdreavus
Bob the Shedinja
Large Marge the Drifloon
Elvira the Munna
Jones the Frillish (male)
Legion the White-Striped Basculin
Reggie's expression became flat when he was called 'old man' again, but his eyes were immediately drawn to the Roselia that popped out. He almost felt bad for how shy it was, it honestly reminded him of his Misdreavus. Great potential for Contests and performances, but an absolute shy sweetheart.
He waited for Floric to get done with his planning, his eyes scanning the forest. Weren't his Frillish supposed to be watching from the treeline? Where did he go?
His attention was snapped back as Floric came back to him, and the show began. Whereabouts of his Frillish became a non-concern as he was sure that jellyfish ghost could take care of himself. He just hoped it didn't go anywhere near the people.
The show before him was absolutely captivating. It wasn't just some cool flashy movements, it told a story, something that wasn't lost on Gordon or Emeric either. The Mankey and Shiny Haunter stared in awe, sparkles in their eyes at the gorgeous display of a story about progress and struggle.
When it was over, Reggie was snapped out of his stupor when Floric asked him. "It was... incredible." His voice was pretty high-pitched for a guy. He noticed Briar and Adrianne had came back and he waved at them. But before he spoke to them, he went back to Floric, blue eyes sparkling with glee. "That was so amazing! I hadn't seen a performance tell a story like that unless you're like some advanced performer! Have you gotten any ribbons from contests or done any other kind of performances similar?"
He was so psyched out and his Haunter seemed to be feeding off of it, twirling about behind Reggie as he was unable to contain himself. Gordon, on the other hand, had his interest piqued by something else and he was staring off into the treeline.
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Merciless Medic
Walking Pokemon Dictionary
Reginald Valerias
Date: June 2, 2022
Location: Pokémon Park, Tangelo Island, Orange Archipelago > Unova
Interactions: Floric Spinzar, Adrianne Silvers, Briar Hightower
Mentions: N/A
Sir Mayday
godjacob
ThAtGuY101
WCS Rank: 80,906
Pokemon Team:
Gordon the Mankey
Emeric the Shiny Haunter
Missy the Misdreavus
Bob the Shedinja
Large Marge the Drifloon
Elvira the Munna
Jones the Frillish (male)
Legion the White-Striped Basculin
Scyther
Location: Pokémon Park, Tangelo Island, Orange Archipelago > Unova
Interactions: Floric Spinzar, Adrianne Silvers, Briar Hightower
Mentions: N/A
Sir Mayday
godjacob
ThAtGuY101
WCS Rank: 80,906
Pokemon Team:
Gordon the Mankey
Emeric the Shiny Haunter
Missy the Misdreavus
Bob the Shedinja
Large Marge the Drifloon
Elvira the Munna
Jones the Frillish (male)
Legion the White-Striped Basculin
Scyther
After all the hubbub died down, Reggie realized his Mankey was missing. He also got a text from his father - to call him immediately - and he felt his heart sink.
"Ah, sorry, fellas, but I think my journey with you guys has been cut short. My dad wants me to call, and knowing him, it's likely some business I have to deal with at home." Reggie then bowed. "Thank you, Floric, for the amazing spectacle. I hope to see you again someday. And Adrianne, Briar, it's so good to travel with you two for as long as I have. I hope you three find what you're looking for and get closer to your goals and dreams."
With that, he ran towards the treeline, where he found his Frillish attacking the Scyther that Mankey was friends with. Sighing, he went ahead to pull the Frillish away, startling the blue jellyfish and surprising the Scyther enough to stop mid-swing. "You okay, Jones?" He asked, the Frillish looking at him with some surprise, maybe awe, and then crossed his tentacles and looked away. "Heh, you want to continue fighting?" Jones nodded, and then slipped out of Reggie's hold to face off against the Scyther.
Readying himself, Reggie decided to help the Frillish with this fight, with Mankey watching the fight with awe. The Scyther agreed to the fight, and Reggie commanded Jones - who respected him enough to listen, whittling down the Scyther's energy enough with shots of Water Pulse and Night Shade. Jones got the Scyther close to being knocked out and - upon seeing the agitated look Gordon had - threw a Net Ball. The Scyther was surprised and fell into the ball, easily catching it.
Gordon looked up at Reggie, eyes watering. Reggie patted Jones on the head, rewarding him for his good behavior, and returned him, before picking up the Mankey and putting him on his shoulder. "I don't want to leave this island without bringing your friend along."
Gordon squealed happily, hugging Reggie's head and nuzzling it. Reggie chuckled, petting Mankey's head before going into his phone to call his dad.
"Yeah, what's up, daddy-o?"
"Bit of a family emergency. We've already sent your mom's Braviary to pick you up. Tangelo Island, yeah? Bird'll be at the Pokemon Center."
"Thanks, dad. I'll be there quick." With how calm his dad sounded, it made him wonder if this was really an emergency or this was his famous 'stoic' look. He made his way to the Pokemon Center, leaving the park and then hopping on his mother's Braviary to leave, flying back home to Unova.
ThAtGuY101
Professional Moron
~Briar Hightower...~
~Briar Pokémon: Grafaiai/Baba(F), galarian wheezing/Puff Puff(M), tentecruel/Maggie(F), Revavroom/Hemi(M), clodsire/Claudia(F), smeargle/Frida(F)...~
Tangelo Island, June 2nd...~
~Rank: 48,420...~
~Reactions: Adrianne, Reggie, Floric...~
As the battle went on, seeing Floric and Reggie's pokémon go at it began to give Briar some ideas. Briar took a few moments to admire the flying bug's performance. Responding to Floric,
"I really like the elegant ballet moves on your masquerain." As everything seemed to be running smoothly, a bit of an abrupt unexpected response from Reggie presented itself. With a look of concern, Briar glanced at Reggie.
"That sounds concerning. I really hope everything is okay with your folks, Reggie. do take care getting back now. It was a pleasure traveling with you as well. Take care!" Briar looked at Baba then at Adrianne, then at Baba again who was too busy giving Briar the stink eye look for no discernible reason, briar looked at Floric and shrugged.
"Well that was certainly something! Anything you guys would like to do here while we have time or just head out as well? We could always arrive at the docks early or enjoy the park a little longer" briar crossed her arms.
~Briar Pokémon: Grafaiai/Baba(F), galarian wheezing/Puff Puff(M), tentecruel/Maggie(F), Revavroom/Hemi(M), clodsire/Claudia(F), smeargle/Frida(F)...~
Tangelo Island, June 2nd...~
~Rank: 48,420...~
~Reactions: Adrianne, Reggie, Floric...~
As the battle went on, seeing Floric and Reggie's pokémon go at it began to give Briar some ideas. Briar took a few moments to admire the flying bug's performance. Responding to Floric,
"I really like the elegant ballet moves on your masquerain." As everything seemed to be running smoothly, a bit of an abrupt unexpected response from Reggie presented itself. With a look of concern, Briar glanced at Reggie.
"That sounds concerning. I really hope everything is okay with your folks, Reggie. do take care getting back now. It was a pleasure traveling with you as well. Take care!" Briar looked at Baba then at Adrianne, then at Baba again who was too busy giving Briar the stink eye look for no discernible reason, briar looked at Floric and shrugged.
"Well that was certainly something! Anything you guys would like to do here while we have time or just head out as well? We could always arrive at the docks early or enjoy the park a little longer" briar crossed her arms.
Merciless Medic
Walking Pokemon Dictionary
Reginald Valerias
Date: June 2 > June 5, 2022
Location: Mikan Island, Orange Archipelago
Interactions: N/A
Mentions: N/A
Reggie’s Pokémon Team:
Gordon the Mankey
Emeric the Shiny Haunter
Freydis the Scyther
Bob the Shedinja
Elvira the Munna
Jones the Frillish
Legion the Basculegion (Red)
Location: Mikan Island, Orange Archipelago
Interactions: N/A
Mentions: N/A
Reggie’s Pokémon Team:
Gordon the Mankey
Emeric the Shiny Haunter
Freydis the Scyther
Bob the Shedinja
Elvira the Munna
Jones the Frillish
Legion the Basculegion (Red)
Opelucid City, Unova; June 2nd…
“What’s going on?” Reggie walked up to his father after dismounting the Braviary, scratching the bird’s neck.
His father approached him, and Reggie couldn’t help but realize just how much of a spitting image he was of his father, if his father had blond hair. “You remember your cousin, Annie?”
Reggie’s eyebrow furrowed. “Yeah? What happened to her?” His hand stalled on the Braviary’s neck.
“I can sense something is wrong with her. Please, see to it that she’s safe. I would do so, but unfortunately I’m busy with something else and I think this would be great practice for you.” His father gave him an encouraging smile, a pat on the shoulder, and then left to grab his Zebstrika and ran off the property.
Reggie watched his father go, then looked up at the Braviary with a quirked eyebrow.
~~(TW: Body Horror, Supernatural Horror, Mock Suicide)~~
Reggie left his Pokémon aside from his Munna, Haunter, and Shedinja at the house and changed into his more casual suit before leaving on the Braviary, flying into the main portion of Opelucid City and landing near the northern end to a quaint little cottage specifically made to look like it was a part of the nature in its backdrop.
However, Reggie can feel something strange coming from within, his Haunter shivering from an eerie sensation. Taking a deep breath, Reggie took a deep breath and settled his aura as he was taught. He felt his aura encapsulate the immediate area around him, creating a sort of bubble around his body. Once that was established, he walked up to the door and knocked, his Haunter delving into his shadow to hide.
“Coming!” The sound of a little girl echoed out from within the home before it was opened by a young girl with dark brown hair pulled back with a hairband and bright blue eyes, similar in hue to Reggie’s father’s side of the family. However, he can definitely feel a sinister feeling from her, but she seemed alright so…
“Hey, Annie. Can I come in?” He asked, putting on a sweet smile.
“Sure thing, cousin.” She skipped further into the home, letting Reggie come in and close the door behind him. “You want something?”
Reggie nodded as he looked around the home. Plants were well taken care of, the sigils and tokens of spirit warding were in place on the doors, things have been cleaned and put away… Everything seemed to be in its place, all except… “Yeah, just wondering how you and your parents are doing. Where are they? Shouldn’t they be home?”
The girl paused and her fists clenched, making Reggie anxious, but she turned around and had a big smile, which only magnified his concern. “They had an errand to run today. They said they’ll be back soon.”
Reggie didn’t know how to respond to that answer, but he just nodded slowly. “Right. Uh, I’d like some tea, if you don’t mind.”
“Okay!” Her cheerful disposition felt more genuine this time, from what Reggie could tell. It concerned him. First, the fact her parents didn’t open the door as she was still nine and too young to be talking to strangers so haphazardly (what if he weren’t the one knocking?). Second, the strange eerie and sinister sensation he felt from her. Third, her hesitation when asking where her parents were.
Granted, it could just be him seeing things, her parents were probably actually busy, and she was probably irritated that they both left her alone. He needed more information.
Annie came by with some hot tea, but curiously Reggie didn’t hear the tea kettle go off. “What did you use to make the tea?”
Annie giggled and whispered to him despite no one being here to overhear. “Heehee, it’s a secreeet~.” She then skipped away, going into the kitchen. “I’ll make you some toast, too.”
Well, Reggie hadn’t heard a microwave’s beep (granted, she could just keep it from beeping by opening it early), but the cup itself wasn’t piping hot. He looked at the liquid and saw it was a bit dark… Was this coffee?
He took an experimental sip, and immediately set it down as the bitterness overloaded his mouth. He spat it back out, and made a disgruntled grunt, putting his sleeve against his lips. Why was that so gross?!
He looked at it again, swearing he saw something inside of it. A swirl pattern? It was barely visible, so he took his finger and stirred it. Immediately, the dark brown liquid became purple and the swirl became a vibrant yellow before losing its shape.
Eyes widening, Reggie recognized it immediately. A Sinistea.
Looking around, he made sure Annie wasn’t there before sitting back and stretching out his hand towards the teacup, his palm facing it. He remembered his father saying that - due to his gifted empathy ability for Ghost-Types and the psychic gift he received from his mother - he can establish a mental connection with them without the use of a trained Psychic-Type. He enveloped the teacup in his aura, and spoke softly and calmly. “Sinistea… It’s alright, I won’t hurt you. Please, lend me your aid.” The teacup shivered a little, and Reggie only received one word in response, echoing in his head.
‘RUN’
“Reggie…”
Reggie froze up, concentration broke as he slowly looked over at Annie. Her fists were clenched, head bowed as her face was scrunched.
“You didn’t like the tea, did you…?”
Why was that her only worry? Reggie recomposed himself and put his hand away, raising an eyebrow. “Uh, n-no, I didn’t.” Better be honest, but she was really starting to concern him.
Her fists shook, making Reggie stare at them, readying himself if the girl decided to assault him. But she didn’t act yet. Her voice shook. “But… I worked so hard to make it just for you… So, drink it…”
“Huh?”
“I said, DRINK IT!” She slammed her fist on the table, causing the teacup to rock and Reggie to quickly stand up and back away. Reggie suddenly felt the fear emanate from the Sinistea as it hopped off the table and slipped under a cabinet nearby.
Reggie held up his hands, his aura working to create a more dense barrier around him as “Annie” looked up at him, her once blue eyes now tinged a strange purple-green.
“I can feel it, you know… I can feel your aura… It’s juicy…” The girl walked towards Reggie, each step more of a partial stumble, putting all the weight in each foot as she took a step with it. Reggie backed up a bit more, his teeth gritting.
“What did you do to Annie?” He growled, uncertainty clouding his vision.
“Silly boy… Annie isn’t here… No, I’m Annie now.” The girl giggled, her body becoming mulch, skin bubbled and sloughed off, yet her body continued to stumble, then crawled towards Reggie, her arms breaking and bending at unnatural angles.
Eyes widened, pupils dilated, hair rose, knees shook. Reggie quickly backed away, whimpering as he threw random items he could get his hands on to stop Not-Annie’s advance, but she just twisted her body, avoiding the items with practiced ease.
Reggie hit the wall and dove to the side, Not-Annie crawling up the wall as she turned a little late, but continued to follow Reggie, the wall only helping her travel towards him.
“Shadow Ball!” He called out, a sphere of ghostly energy shot out of his shadow and at the creature, making it cry out with a shrill, inhuman screech. Haunter flew out of his trainer’s shadow, chortling at the recovering creature.
“So cute… So futile…” It giggled, and then reached out towards Emeric, the small girl’s hand suddenly turning dark, darkness energy grasping at the ghost. Emeric’s specter skin shuddered and he zipped back into the shadow, avoiding the darkness.
Purple mist seeped from the skin of Not-Annie, the girl’s body writhing and warping as it continued its horrific crawl. Another Shadow Ball was shot out from Reggie’s shadow as Reggie scrambled to his feet and tried to run, panic setting in as the spherical energy barely did anything. It only made it mad.
It lunged at him, Reggie wailing and slamming his back against a door, feeling something hard dig into his back and then-
Nothing.
Reggie fell back and felt ungodly pain as his body rolled down the stairs to the basement. He sat up, groaning. Blearily, he looked in front of him and saw what likely dug into his back. The doll that was on the door earlier. The thing crawled up to the stairs, but stopped just short of going down the steps. Reggie looked up the stairwell and found a couple more of the same dolls, preventing that thing from coming down.
But, Reggie had never seen these before. His father never told him about these, but then again, his father had been rather frugal when it came to information regarding the supernatural. It was then that he heard a whimper.
He turned his head and saw a young girl - about nine - with disheveled brown hair and shining blue eyes, curled up in the arms of a woman. Alongside her was a man, back slumped against the wall, bright blue eyes barely open and his hair a dark brown. A woman who held the young girl had disheveled black hair with brown eyes. Their skin and clothes looked scuffed.
Reggie’s eyes widened when he realized who he was seeing. “Annie? Uncle? Aunt?”
The girl’s lip trembled and she nodded. “Yeah?”
The mother’s arms wrapped around her daughter tighter, giving Reggie a wary look. “You aren’t something else, are you?” Her voice sounded raspy.
Reggie shook his head. “I came because my dad told me he sensed something wrong with Annie, and then rode off on his Zebstrika as he had other stuff to do. He told me this was good practice, but I guessed it’s a bit more than that.” He then looked down at the strange doll. “Dad never told me about this… This something you made, uncle?”
The man groaned and nodded, his weak voice croaking. “Yes… I followed the general instructions of creating a warding doll, combining the drawing of both the spiritual part of the Spell Tag’s drawing and the warding part of the Cleanse Tag’s drawing to ward off Ghost-types and spirits specifically… It’s something passed down through our family for a long time now.” He coughed, and the sound that came from him made Reggie wince. Rough, coarse. “It’s made similarly like a Darumaka Doll, and in fact our ancestors made spirit-warding Darumaka Dolls for some time now, but the practice has diminished.” He then gave a wry smile. “Maybe when this is over, I can teach you.”
Reggie’s eyes lit up, but his smile was a little less enthusiastic. “That’s really cool and all, but if you had these all over the house, how did it get inside?”
The girl piped up, voice terrified. “I let it in…”
Both the parents looked at her, surprise etched on their faces. “What?” Her mother spoke, voice in shock.
“It said it was a friend and we played outside sometimes. And when I asked if I could bring my friend over, you said it was okay… So I brought it in…” Tears silently fell down her face, no doubt blaming herself.
Reggie’s gaze lowered as he sighed. “Did it look human? Did you see what it truly was?”
Annie sniffled. “It always looked human, but it would sometimes have this green and purple mist stuff around it.”
Reggie tapped his chin, trying to think of any Ghost-Type Pokémon with that type of multicolored mist. He shook his head, mind frazzled right now. “Okay, I’ll figure out what it is, and I’ll get rid of it for good.” He said confidently, carefully standing up as his body ached. “Shadow Ball just made it angry, so we’ll just have to use a couple different attacks to weaken it.”
“Good luck.” Annie said shakily, eyes filled with hope now that bolstered Reggie’s determination to do this.
Standing up, Reggie placed the doll in his breast pocket and ran up the stairs. “Alright, you demon, come on out-... Huh?” He looked around, and aside from the items that were strewn about in Reggie’s attempts to get away, it was as if it wasn’t even here. Reggie couldn’t even sense it.
A thumping came from upstairs, Reggie’s legs moving on their own as they took him upstairs in a flurry. He fumbled his way through the upstairs hallway, looking through the different rooms before his ear catching the unmistakable sound of a taut rope creaking. He charged into Annie’s bedroom, and froze. His blood ran cold as he saw the body of his cousin, dangling on a rope in the middle of her room. Chanting arose from around the room, singing some sort of diabolical song. “She killed herself~! She killed herself~! Stupid girl shouldn’t trust strangers, not even her own peers~!” Reggie panicked, trying to find something around the hallway outside of the bedroom to cut the body down. The chanting followed him, echoing in his ears.
“Who will she hurt next? Can’t even trust herself, can’t even trust her peers, who can she trust? Her parents will hate her, distant family shun her, she will become her own worst enemy~!”
Reggie gritted his teeth as he realized - belatedly - that the body wasn’t her. He almost fell for its tricks, he was just talking to her. He shook his head and ran back inside the bedroom, Annie’s body still hanging there as the chanting had its crescendo.
“Can’t even trust herself, she might as well die~! Take her parents with her too, don’t let them suffer that she died~!”
“SHUT UP!” He yelled out, the chanting ceased. Reggie didn’t think it would work. That was, until Annie’s head moved, neck snapping with a sickening crunch. Her eyes were a purple-green, that purple-green mist surrounding her. The rope snapped, her body suddenly hitting the floor like a mangled piece of meat. Something fell with her before rolling under her body, trying to conceal itself. It lunged at Reggie, but as its sickening claws hit his chest, it suddenly screeched in agony, holding its burning hand as the young man can feel his breast pocket get warm from the Darumaka Doll.
Reggie sighed as he realized the obvious answer. “Well, hello there, Spiritomb. Dazzling Gleam!”
Emeric popped out of his shadow and made a blast of sparkling light, the body letting out an unholy scream. As the light dissipated, the body melted into goop as the Spiritomb’s real form took shape, the amorphous purple-green mist emanating from the stone that tried to hide under the body.
Reggie’s lip curled. “Filth like you should be eradicated. But, I’m pretty sure my dad has an answer for a depraved amalgamate such as yourself.” With that, Emeric made another blast of fairy light, and Reggie threw a Pokéball at the thing, the burning light disrupting its Shadow Ball before being sucked into a Pokéball. The creature wiggled its best, but couldn’t escape the device’s clutches. With a satisfied sigh, Reggie shook his head and grabbed the ball, and then set it inside of a dome. It looked like a Ball Capsule for creating exit effects for Pokémon, but this particular one allowed him to lock it.
With a sick feeling of bile rising in his throat, he quickly went downstairs, set the Darumaka Doll back on the basement door, and ran downstairs. “Hey, guys. Guess what?” He held a tired smile, but the look of relief and utter joy on the suffering family’s faces were all that he needed as he held up the locked Pokéball. Annie cried as she suddenly ran into Reggie, hugging him tightly. Reggie held her close, petting her hair. “I will need to help clean up the mess around here, but we need to call an ambulance. We need to get you three checked for any injuries.”
“What about you?” The mother asked as she tried to help her husband up.
Reggie simply shook his head. “I’ll be fine. I can’t dilly-dally though, I need to take this Spiritomb with me.”
The uncle and aunt froze once the identity of the Pokémon was revealed. Annie was oblivious. “What’s a Spirit-oom?”
Reggie chuckled. “A type of Pokémon that is usually pretty bad when not trained. You’ll learn about it later, okay?” With a pat of her head, he was about to leave before pausing. “Hey, did any of you guys hear anything from up there?”
All three shook their heads, with Reggie giving a sigh of relief. “Good.”
An ambulance came and took the three to the hospital. Meanwhile, Reggie went around cleaning up the house, throwing things away and making a list of things to replace. The teacup flew out from under the cabinet and landed on the table next to his paper. Raising an eyebrow, Reggie smirked as he pulled out a Dusk Ball. “You seem willing to join. D’you wanna?” The Sinistea seemed hesitant, but Reggie could also sense its sense of safety. He pet the purple blob as it peeked out, chuckling as it hugged his finger with an adorable smile.
“How about coming with me back home? Just try not to make my parents drink you. They don’t tolerate pranks like that.” The Sinistea looked up at Reggie with a puffy-faced pout before grabbing the lip of the teacup and flying it right into Reggie’s bag. He chuckled, finishing up the list of items he needed to buy for his cousin’s family and then left to see his father.
~~~~~~~~
“Hey, sport.” Reggie’s father greeted him at their house, smiling as he approached his son and gave him a bear hug. “How was it?”
Reggie sighed, relaxing in his father’s hug. “Well… To make a long story short, Annie and her parents were stuck in the basement of their home because she accidentally let in a Spiritomb, thinking it was her friend. It said some pretty horrendous things…” He shuddered, getting a sympathetic squeeze from his father.
“Yeah, they’re the worst. Having the minds of a hundred and eight criminals from bygone eras makes the job ten times harder. You have to either have a mind of steel or be so traumatized from it all that you get used to it.”
Reggie scrunched his face up at the thought. “Eugh… How long did it take you to get used to it?” He looked up at him, his father looking up briefly.
“Well… Let’s just say there’s still room for improvement, but I’ve seen quite a bit. I’d say it took me twenty years.”
Reggie made another scrunched up face, making his father laugh.
“Well, hopefully things don’t get too bad for you in the future. It’s probably going to be hard for this job to top what you saw, but I’m glad you powered through. Get some rest before going back to do what you need to. Oh, and we’ll keep that Sinistea and Spiritomb for you. We need to send that Spiritomb to the authorities anyway, see if it needs to be destroyed or put away somewhere.”
Reggie nodded along, then he got an idea. “Hey, mind if I train my Pokémon here for a bit?”
“Sure thing, kiddo. Just try not to break any windows.” A lighthearted laugh and a back pat later, and his father retreated inside the house, where Reggie went about trying to distract himself from the day’s events with training his Pokémon and getting to know them before leaving first thing in the morning on June 5th.
“What’s going on?” Reggie walked up to his father after dismounting the Braviary, scratching the bird’s neck.
His father approached him, and Reggie couldn’t help but realize just how much of a spitting image he was of his father, if his father had blond hair. “You remember your cousin, Annie?”
Reggie’s eyebrow furrowed. “Yeah? What happened to her?” His hand stalled on the Braviary’s neck.
“I can sense something is wrong with her. Please, see to it that she’s safe. I would do so, but unfortunately I’m busy with something else and I think this would be great practice for you.” His father gave him an encouraging smile, a pat on the shoulder, and then left to grab his Zebstrika and ran off the property.
Reggie watched his father go, then looked up at the Braviary with a quirked eyebrow.
~~(TW: Body Horror, Supernatural Horror, Mock Suicide)~~
Reggie left his Pokémon aside from his Munna, Haunter, and Shedinja at the house and changed into his more casual suit before leaving on the Braviary, flying into the main portion of Opelucid City and landing near the northern end to a quaint little cottage specifically made to look like it was a part of the nature in its backdrop.
However, Reggie can feel something strange coming from within, his Haunter shivering from an eerie sensation. Taking a deep breath, Reggie took a deep breath and settled his aura as he was taught. He felt his aura encapsulate the immediate area around him, creating a sort of bubble around his body. Once that was established, he walked up to the door and knocked, his Haunter delving into his shadow to hide.
“Coming!” The sound of a little girl echoed out from within the home before it was opened by a young girl with dark brown hair pulled back with a hairband and bright blue eyes, similar in hue to Reggie’s father’s side of the family. However, he can definitely feel a sinister feeling from her, but she seemed alright so…
“Hey, Annie. Can I come in?” He asked, putting on a sweet smile.
“Sure thing, cousin.” She skipped further into the home, letting Reggie come in and close the door behind him. “You want something?”
Reggie nodded as he looked around the home. Plants were well taken care of, the sigils and tokens of spirit warding were in place on the doors, things have been cleaned and put away… Everything seemed to be in its place, all except… “Yeah, just wondering how you and your parents are doing. Where are they? Shouldn’t they be home?”
The girl paused and her fists clenched, making Reggie anxious, but she turned around and had a big smile, which only magnified his concern. “They had an errand to run today. They said they’ll be back soon.”
Reggie didn’t know how to respond to that answer, but he just nodded slowly. “Right. Uh, I’d like some tea, if you don’t mind.”
“Okay!” Her cheerful disposition felt more genuine this time, from what Reggie could tell. It concerned him. First, the fact her parents didn’t open the door as she was still nine and too young to be talking to strangers so haphazardly (what if he weren’t the one knocking?). Second, the strange eerie and sinister sensation he felt from her. Third, her hesitation when asking where her parents were.
Granted, it could just be him seeing things, her parents were probably actually busy, and she was probably irritated that they both left her alone. He needed more information.
Annie came by with some hot tea, but curiously Reggie didn’t hear the tea kettle go off. “What did you use to make the tea?”
Annie giggled and whispered to him despite no one being here to overhear. “Heehee, it’s a secreeet~.” She then skipped away, going into the kitchen. “I’ll make you some toast, too.”
Well, Reggie hadn’t heard a microwave’s beep (granted, she could just keep it from beeping by opening it early), but the cup itself wasn’t piping hot. He looked at the liquid and saw it was a bit dark… Was this coffee?
He took an experimental sip, and immediately set it down as the bitterness overloaded his mouth. He spat it back out, and made a disgruntled grunt, putting his sleeve against his lips. Why was that so gross?!
He looked at it again, swearing he saw something inside of it. A swirl pattern? It was barely visible, so he took his finger and stirred it. Immediately, the dark brown liquid became purple and the swirl became a vibrant yellow before losing its shape.
Eyes widening, Reggie recognized it immediately. A Sinistea.
Looking around, he made sure Annie wasn’t there before sitting back and stretching out his hand towards the teacup, his palm facing it. He remembered his father saying that - due to his gifted empathy ability for Ghost-Types and the psychic gift he received from his mother - he can establish a mental connection with them without the use of a trained Psychic-Type. He enveloped the teacup in his aura, and spoke softly and calmly. “Sinistea… It’s alright, I won’t hurt you. Please, lend me your aid.” The teacup shivered a little, and Reggie only received one word in response, echoing in his head.
‘RUN’
“Reggie…”
Reggie froze up, concentration broke as he slowly looked over at Annie. Her fists were clenched, head bowed as her face was scrunched.
“You didn’t like the tea, did you…?”
Why was that her only worry? Reggie recomposed himself and put his hand away, raising an eyebrow. “Uh, n-no, I didn’t.” Better be honest, but she was really starting to concern him.
Her fists shook, making Reggie stare at them, readying himself if the girl decided to assault him. But she didn’t act yet. Her voice shook. “But… I worked so hard to make it just for you… So, drink it…”
“Huh?”
“I said, DRINK IT!” She slammed her fist on the table, causing the teacup to rock and Reggie to quickly stand up and back away. Reggie suddenly felt the fear emanate from the Sinistea as it hopped off the table and slipped under a cabinet nearby.
Reggie held up his hands, his aura working to create a more dense barrier around him as “Annie” looked up at him, her once blue eyes now tinged a strange purple-green.
“I can feel it, you know… I can feel your aura… It’s juicy…” The girl walked towards Reggie, each step more of a partial stumble, putting all the weight in each foot as she took a step with it. Reggie backed up a bit more, his teeth gritting.
“What did you do to Annie?” He growled, uncertainty clouding his vision.
“Silly boy… Annie isn’t here… No, I’m Annie now.” The girl giggled, her body becoming mulch, skin bubbled and sloughed off, yet her body continued to stumble, then crawled towards Reggie, her arms breaking and bending at unnatural angles.
Eyes widened, pupils dilated, hair rose, knees shook. Reggie quickly backed away, whimpering as he threw random items he could get his hands on to stop Not-Annie’s advance, but she just twisted her body, avoiding the items with practiced ease.
Reggie hit the wall and dove to the side, Not-Annie crawling up the wall as she turned a little late, but continued to follow Reggie, the wall only helping her travel towards him.
“Shadow Ball!” He called out, a sphere of ghostly energy shot out of his shadow and at the creature, making it cry out with a shrill, inhuman screech. Haunter flew out of his trainer’s shadow, chortling at the recovering creature.
“So cute… So futile…” It giggled, and then reached out towards Emeric, the small girl’s hand suddenly turning dark, darkness energy grasping at the ghost. Emeric’s specter skin shuddered and he zipped back into the shadow, avoiding the darkness.
Purple mist seeped from the skin of Not-Annie, the girl’s body writhing and warping as it continued its horrific crawl. Another Shadow Ball was shot out from Reggie’s shadow as Reggie scrambled to his feet and tried to run, panic setting in as the spherical energy barely did anything. It only made it mad.
It lunged at him, Reggie wailing and slamming his back against a door, feeling something hard dig into his back and then-
Nothing.
Reggie fell back and felt ungodly pain as his body rolled down the stairs to the basement. He sat up, groaning. Blearily, he looked in front of him and saw what likely dug into his back. The doll that was on the door earlier. The thing crawled up to the stairs, but stopped just short of going down the steps. Reggie looked up the stairwell and found a couple more of the same dolls, preventing that thing from coming down.
But, Reggie had never seen these before. His father never told him about these, but then again, his father had been rather frugal when it came to information regarding the supernatural. It was then that he heard a whimper.
He turned his head and saw a young girl - about nine - with disheveled brown hair and shining blue eyes, curled up in the arms of a woman. Alongside her was a man, back slumped against the wall, bright blue eyes barely open and his hair a dark brown. A woman who held the young girl had disheveled black hair with brown eyes. Their skin and clothes looked scuffed.
Reggie’s eyes widened when he realized who he was seeing. “Annie? Uncle? Aunt?”
The girl’s lip trembled and she nodded. “Yeah?”
The mother’s arms wrapped around her daughter tighter, giving Reggie a wary look. “You aren’t something else, are you?” Her voice sounded raspy.
Reggie shook his head. “I came because my dad told me he sensed something wrong with Annie, and then rode off on his Zebstrika as he had other stuff to do. He told me this was good practice, but I guessed it’s a bit more than that.” He then looked down at the strange doll. “Dad never told me about this… This something you made, uncle?”
The man groaned and nodded, his weak voice croaking. “Yes… I followed the general instructions of creating a warding doll, combining the drawing of both the spiritual part of the Spell Tag’s drawing and the warding part of the Cleanse Tag’s drawing to ward off Ghost-types and spirits specifically… It’s something passed down through our family for a long time now.” He coughed, and the sound that came from him made Reggie wince. Rough, coarse. “It’s made similarly like a Darumaka Doll, and in fact our ancestors made spirit-warding Darumaka Dolls for some time now, but the practice has diminished.” He then gave a wry smile. “Maybe when this is over, I can teach you.”
Reggie’s eyes lit up, but his smile was a little less enthusiastic. “That’s really cool and all, but if you had these all over the house, how did it get inside?”
The girl piped up, voice terrified. “I let it in…”
Both the parents looked at her, surprise etched on their faces. “What?” Her mother spoke, voice in shock.
“It said it was a friend and we played outside sometimes. And when I asked if I could bring my friend over, you said it was okay… So I brought it in…” Tears silently fell down her face, no doubt blaming herself.
Reggie’s gaze lowered as he sighed. “Did it look human? Did you see what it truly was?”
Annie sniffled. “It always looked human, but it would sometimes have this green and purple mist stuff around it.”
Reggie tapped his chin, trying to think of any Ghost-Type Pokémon with that type of multicolored mist. He shook his head, mind frazzled right now. “Okay, I’ll figure out what it is, and I’ll get rid of it for good.” He said confidently, carefully standing up as his body ached. “Shadow Ball just made it angry, so we’ll just have to use a couple different attacks to weaken it.”
“Good luck.” Annie said shakily, eyes filled with hope now that bolstered Reggie’s determination to do this.
Standing up, Reggie placed the doll in his breast pocket and ran up the stairs. “Alright, you demon, come on out-... Huh?” He looked around, and aside from the items that were strewn about in Reggie’s attempts to get away, it was as if it wasn’t even here. Reggie couldn’t even sense it.
A thumping came from upstairs, Reggie’s legs moving on their own as they took him upstairs in a flurry. He fumbled his way through the upstairs hallway, looking through the different rooms before his ear catching the unmistakable sound of a taut rope creaking. He charged into Annie’s bedroom, and froze. His blood ran cold as he saw the body of his cousin, dangling on a rope in the middle of her room. Chanting arose from around the room, singing some sort of diabolical song. “She killed herself~! She killed herself~! Stupid girl shouldn’t trust strangers, not even her own peers~!” Reggie panicked, trying to find something around the hallway outside of the bedroom to cut the body down. The chanting followed him, echoing in his ears.
“Who will she hurt next? Can’t even trust herself, can’t even trust her peers, who can she trust? Her parents will hate her, distant family shun her, she will become her own worst enemy~!”
Reggie gritted his teeth as he realized - belatedly - that the body wasn’t her. He almost fell for its tricks, he was just talking to her. He shook his head and ran back inside the bedroom, Annie’s body still hanging there as the chanting had its crescendo.
“Can’t even trust herself, she might as well die~! Take her parents with her too, don’t let them suffer that she died~!”
“SHUT UP!” He yelled out, the chanting ceased. Reggie didn’t think it would work. That was, until Annie’s head moved, neck snapping with a sickening crunch. Her eyes were a purple-green, that purple-green mist surrounding her. The rope snapped, her body suddenly hitting the floor like a mangled piece of meat. Something fell with her before rolling under her body, trying to conceal itself. It lunged at Reggie, but as its sickening claws hit his chest, it suddenly screeched in agony, holding its burning hand as the young man can feel his breast pocket get warm from the Darumaka Doll.
Reggie sighed as he realized the obvious answer. “Well, hello there, Spiritomb. Dazzling Gleam!”
Emeric popped out of his shadow and made a blast of sparkling light, the body letting out an unholy scream. As the light dissipated, the body melted into goop as the Spiritomb’s real form took shape, the amorphous purple-green mist emanating from the stone that tried to hide under the body.
Reggie’s lip curled. “Filth like you should be eradicated. But, I’m pretty sure my dad has an answer for a depraved amalgamate such as yourself.” With that, Emeric made another blast of fairy light, and Reggie threw a Pokéball at the thing, the burning light disrupting its Shadow Ball before being sucked into a Pokéball. The creature wiggled its best, but couldn’t escape the device’s clutches. With a satisfied sigh, Reggie shook his head and grabbed the ball, and then set it inside of a dome. It looked like a Ball Capsule for creating exit effects for Pokémon, but this particular one allowed him to lock it.
With a sick feeling of bile rising in his throat, he quickly went downstairs, set the Darumaka Doll back on the basement door, and ran downstairs. “Hey, guys. Guess what?” He held a tired smile, but the look of relief and utter joy on the suffering family’s faces were all that he needed as he held up the locked Pokéball. Annie cried as she suddenly ran into Reggie, hugging him tightly. Reggie held her close, petting her hair. “I will need to help clean up the mess around here, but we need to call an ambulance. We need to get you three checked for any injuries.”
“What about you?” The mother asked as she tried to help her husband up.
Reggie simply shook his head. “I’ll be fine. I can’t dilly-dally though, I need to take this Spiritomb with me.”
The uncle and aunt froze once the identity of the Pokémon was revealed. Annie was oblivious. “What’s a Spirit-oom?”
Reggie chuckled. “A type of Pokémon that is usually pretty bad when not trained. You’ll learn about it later, okay?” With a pat of her head, he was about to leave before pausing. “Hey, did any of you guys hear anything from up there?”
All three shook their heads, with Reggie giving a sigh of relief. “Good.”
An ambulance came and took the three to the hospital. Meanwhile, Reggie went around cleaning up the house, throwing things away and making a list of things to replace. The teacup flew out from under the cabinet and landed on the table next to his paper. Raising an eyebrow, Reggie smirked as he pulled out a Dusk Ball. “You seem willing to join. D’you wanna?” The Sinistea seemed hesitant, but Reggie could also sense its sense of safety. He pet the purple blob as it peeked out, chuckling as it hugged his finger with an adorable smile.
“How about coming with me back home? Just try not to make my parents drink you. They don’t tolerate pranks like that.” The Sinistea looked up at Reggie with a puffy-faced pout before grabbing the lip of the teacup and flying it right into Reggie’s bag. He chuckled, finishing up the list of items he needed to buy for his cousin’s family and then left to see his father.
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“Hey, sport.” Reggie’s father greeted him at their house, smiling as he approached his son and gave him a bear hug. “How was it?”
Reggie sighed, relaxing in his father’s hug. “Well… To make a long story short, Annie and her parents were stuck in the basement of their home because she accidentally let in a Spiritomb, thinking it was her friend. It said some pretty horrendous things…” He shuddered, getting a sympathetic squeeze from his father.
“Yeah, they’re the worst. Having the minds of a hundred and eight criminals from bygone eras makes the job ten times harder. You have to either have a mind of steel or be so traumatized from it all that you get used to it.”
Reggie scrunched his face up at the thought. “Eugh… How long did it take you to get used to it?” He looked up at him, his father looking up briefly.
“Well… Let’s just say there’s still room for improvement, but I’ve seen quite a bit. I’d say it took me twenty years.”
Reggie made another scrunched up face, making his father laugh.
“Well, hopefully things don’t get too bad for you in the future. It’s probably going to be hard for this job to top what you saw, but I’m glad you powered through. Get some rest before going back to do what you need to. Oh, and we’ll keep that Sinistea and Spiritomb for you. We need to send that Spiritomb to the authorities anyway, see if it needs to be destroyed or put away somewhere.”
Reggie nodded along, then he got an idea. “Hey, mind if I train my Pokémon here for a bit?”
“Sure thing, kiddo. Just try not to break any windows.” A lighthearted laugh and a back pat later, and his father retreated inside the house, where Reggie went about trying to distract himself from the day’s events with training his Pokémon and getting to know them before leaving first thing in the morning on June 5th.
June 5th
Two days after the mission, Reggie found himself on Mikan Island during the morning. He had trained his Pokémon for a couple days, rested, and then flew back to the archipelago once the morning hit.
His first objective, get his Basculin to evolve, and he got some confirmation that it required Legion to suffer some recoil damage before winning a fight. Fainting will reset progress, but it doesn’t have to be from the same battle and he can heal afterwards. He managed to sucker his mom into buying him a TR for Take Down, so he can easily have Legion learn the move early. He was maybe a bit impatient.
He let Basculin get the hang of using Take Down a couple days ago, so that meant they were already pretty close after healing.
After a nice breakfast he made for himself and his seven Pokémon (his Munna being an accessory Pokémon to aid in his psychic and empathy training), he went about finding Pokémon to train against. Walking around on the beach, Reggie found several Pokémon to fight against. With each fight, he had Legion use Take Down a handful of times against a Krabby, Seel, and a Horsea before he was finally bathed in evolutionary glow.
Before him was a large Pokémon, a long fish with white fins, and red spots, mustache, eyebrows, and a red curling smoke thing… was that even a part of his body?
Reggie jumped up in happiness as he hugged and helped care for his Basculegion, congratulating him. It was then that he realized how late it was.
It wasn’t horrible to train how to ride it, considering he remembered the gym leader here surfed on her Blastoise, so that’s what he did: He rode around on Legion, whooping about as he had his Frillish sit in front of him and fire a Water Gun at discs his Munna shot into the air, the pink tapir floating just behind them.
They had everything set up, until the night…
Two days after the mission, Reggie found himself on Mikan Island during the morning. He had trained his Pokémon for a couple days, rested, and then flew back to the archipelago once the morning hit.
His first objective, get his Basculin to evolve, and he got some confirmation that it required Legion to suffer some recoil damage before winning a fight. Fainting will reset progress, but it doesn’t have to be from the same battle and he can heal afterwards. He managed to sucker his mom into buying him a TR for Take Down, so he can easily have Legion learn the move early. He was maybe a bit impatient.
He let Basculin get the hang of using Take Down a couple days ago, so that meant they were already pretty close after healing.
After a nice breakfast he made for himself and his seven Pokémon (his Munna being an accessory Pokémon to aid in his psychic and empathy training), he went about finding Pokémon to train against. Walking around on the beach, Reggie found several Pokémon to fight against. With each fight, he had Legion use Take Down a handful of times against a Krabby, Seel, and a Horsea before he was finally bathed in evolutionary glow.
Before him was a large Pokémon, a long fish with white fins, and red spots, mustache, eyebrows, and a red curling smoke thing… was that even a part of his body?
Reggie jumped up in happiness as he hugged and helped care for his Basculegion, congratulating him. It was then that he realized how late it was.
It wasn’t horrible to train how to ride it, considering he remembered the gym leader here surfed on her Blastoise, so that’s what he did: He rode around on Legion, whooping about as he had his Frillish sit in front of him and fire a Water Gun at discs his Munna shot into the air, the pink tapir floating just behind them.
They had everything set up, until the night…
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New Member
Adrianne Silvers (Normal Class: 95,044)
Pokemon Park, Tangelo Island, Orange Archipelago (June 2nd)
Interactions:
ThAtGuY101
(Briar) &
Sir Mayday
(Floric)
To say that the performance that Floric and his Masquerain was impressive were an understatement, Adrianne and Briar had been lucky enough to catch the action and the movements and presentation and style were, well, incredible! "W-wow! I didn't get to make it for Reggie's full performance but that was amazing!" Adrianne said with full flattery to Floric. Pokemon Park, Tangelo Island, Orange Archipelago (June 2nd)
Interactions:
ThAtGuY101
(Briar) &
Sir Mayday
(Floric)
The judges seemed to agree.
"A-azu!" ("W-wow amazing!") Aqua the Azurill seemed to hop up on its tail over. "Star!" ("Top tier stuff well done!") Aster the Staryu cried out with its not too expressive face, but its tone suggested it was happy. Ace the Spearow even seemed impressed but tried to downplay it. "Spear...Spearow." ("It was okay I mean...I guess.") Ace muttered before a bump from Aster caused it to roll its eyes. "Spearow." (Fine it was pretty good.")
However the mood changed when Reggie seemed to get a call from his dad and seemed to imply his journey with them was over. What!? No! He was her first companion and to leave so soon? Adrianne was not sure how to take it but those selfish concerns were buried by the worry she had for Reggie as he seemed to express his enjoyment on this venture. "H-hey be careful! I hope you are okay Reggie and I..." Adrianne began to say but as she got her words out, Reggie already said his goodbye and seemed to leave as it was visibly clear Adrianne was heartbroken.
She...she didn't even get a chance to really say goodbye.
Adrianne seemed to feel some tears well up, course more than anything she wished Reggie the best but it still hurt to see her oldest friend on this journey leave so soon. Felt like she was cheated of getting to know him better, but as her Pokemon yes even Ace came up to support her and Briar's words got her attention she worked to quickly wipe those tears as she tried to mask the sadness.
"I-I think maybe getting some gifts here could be on the agenda and then we can prepare for tomorrow." Adrianne said to Briar as she glanced over to Floric as she seemed to pause a bit. "H-hey, if you want to travel with us we're not exactly shy with company, but it is up to you. Plan to explore the islands and get myself a ticket to the Orange League." Adrianne said as she made her desire clear for Floric.
Though in the back of her mind, she had a new promise in mind. She would see Reggie again, no way could she just let this be the end of things. Once she finished up business here, she would check up as she hoped things worked out for him...
Merciless Medic
Walking Pokemon Dictionary
Reginald Valerias
Date: June 5 > June 6, 2022
Location: Mikan Island, Orange Archipelago
Interactions: N/A
Mentions: N/A
Reggie’s Pokémon Team:
Vulpix
Gordon the Primeape
Emeric the Shiny Haunter
Freydis the Scyther
Bob the Shedinja
Elvira the Munna
Jones the Frillish
Legion the Basculegion (Red)
Location: Mikan Island, Orange Archipelago
Interactions: N/A
Mentions: N/A
Reggie’s Pokémon Team:
Vulpix
Gordon the Primeape
Emeric the Shiny Haunter
Freydis the Scyther
Bob the Shedinja
Elvira the Munna
Jones the Frillish
Legion the Basculegion (Red)
After the successful challenge of evolving his White-Striped Basculin and training both him and his Frillish, Reggie had finished making dinner and was about to pass out for the night. He laid on his sleeping bag, his Pokemon laying about haphazardly. His Mankey used Reggie's side as a pillow, his Frillish used Reggie's other side as a pillow, his shiny Haunter rested in Reggie's shadow, his Scyther laid near Mankey, his Shedinja rested on Reggie's chest, his Munna laid near his head, and his Basculegion was resting in a pond nearby.
All were content and either resting or sleeping, pink-grey mist drifting from Reggie's forehead over to the spot on Munna's forehead as she ate his unpleasant dreams. But something had stirred the Basculegion from his slumber. With a tired blub, his groggy red eyes drifted over to the strange noise. A wail? A roar? But it was high-pitched. With a smack of his lips, he raised his voice to make almost a soft blubbering roar, rousing everyone from their slumber.
Reggie groaned as he rubbed his forehead, slowly getting up. With a cough, Reggie looked over with squinty blue eyes at his fish. "What's up-"
That's when he heard it too. A strange sound that Reggie could only assume was something crying. He didn't know of many people who would be on this island. Rousing up the rest of his Pokemon and getting them alert, he stood up, rubbing his eyes. "Alright, let's get going, guys. Be alert. And thanks, Legion. Get some rest, there's not much water further inland." He said quietly, returning Legion, who grunted in response.
The human and his six Pokemon stalked along the overgrown thicket that was Mikan Island's dense forest. They got closer to the distressed sound, which Reggie could tell it definitely was a wailing Pokemon. It didn't sound like a Misdreavus, so it was definitely an upset Pokemon.
As they finally made it to the source of the sound, a dirty Vulpix was curled up, hiding his face within his six tails. Fur and hair was matted, and he looked hungry. With a fallen face, Reggie knelt down and pulled out some leftovers he had made earlier for his Pokemon. He set it in front of him, smiling as the Vulpix smelled the aroma and looked up.
They both held a tense stand off, as Reggie's Pokemon backed away to not encroach on the clearly suffering vulpine. Reggie just gazed softly at the little thing, realizing it might be a runt. "Hey..." He started off, his voice soft and quiet. He watched as the Vulpix's ears perked up a bit more. "We heard you crying and wanted to help. Here, eat this. I made this earlier for my own Pokemon."
The Munna floated into view, making a soft coo as she attempted to rub her belly with her nubs. Convinced, the Vulpix very carefully began eating the food, too hungry to care now. Once the Vulpix had his fill, he looked up at Reggie, then looked at the Munna. He then bit down on Reggie's sleeve cuff of his jacket and pulled.
This sort of desperation from a clearly afraid Pokemon was something Reggie had never seen before. Normally, when they're in this bad of shape, they'd stay away, but clearly this Pokemon seemed to care less about himself. The Vulpix let go as Reggie stood up, his calves screaming at him for crouching for so long. The Fire-Type then ran ahead, his little legs stumbling as he made his way back.
Looking at his Pokemon, Reggie stared as the Vulpix disappeared in the underbrush, only for his head to pop out and make a low short growl, and then a huff as he turned away. Getting the hint, Reggie followed along, his Pokemon keeping their eyes peeled for anything that may be amiss.
After a bit of trekking and smelling something potently disgusting, Reggie found himself upon a beautiful cream-colored fox laying on her side. Her nine tails draped over the ground, her legs pulled together, and her chest showed... no breathing.
This mother Ninetales - based on how thin her stomach was - had been dead for some time.
The Vulpix whined and came to her body, nuzzling her head and warbling as fresh tears fell down his face. Reggie's heart ached. He looked over to his Scyther and Mankey, about to ask them something, but instead of upset expressions like he'd expect, they stared around the space with some confusion.
Could... Could they not see her?
His Munna could likely sense something was there as she held a focused expression like she would normally have when sensing something spiritual, but she wasn't focusing in on the area where the Ninetales was with her gaze. Did that mean...
Oh no...
"Vulpix, get away from her. Please." He asked, almost pleaded. The Vulpix stared at the human with shock, his tails curled around his posterior and his ears were folded back. Why would he ask him to get away from his mother?
Seeing his shock, Reggie tried again. "She's... She's not here. She won't be able to feed you or groom your coat anymore. Here." He knelt down, extending his hand, palm opened up. "Let me take care of you. Please."
The Vulpix, still confused by Reggie's initial outburst, came around slowly. His body relaxed a little, and he slowly walked towards Reggie.
A groan escaped from the Ninetales, and the Vulpix's ears perked up fully. He turned around to see his mother slowly stand up, her legs shaking. He squeaked and barked happily, bounding back to her.
"Vulpix, wait-"
The Ninetales's eyes opened, and what the Vulpix saw caused him to suddenly stop. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he saw the black sockets of where would once be kind ruby eyes. He whined as he backed up, and Reggie's Scyther, Mankey, and Munna got tenser as they couldn't see the threat, but they could definitely feel her rising power.
With a sudden ominous cry, the Ninetales roared at Reggie and the Pokemon, the spiritual pressure surprising those who couldn't see the spirit and they faltered slightly before getting into a battle stance. Reggie could feel her fear, her pain, her determination and desire to continue caring for her young, but those negative emotions would impact her care. Emeric the Haunter appeared before Reggie from his shadow, popping his knuckles as he glared at the mother.
Scared for what his mother turned into but also scared for what Reggie and his Pokemon will do to her, the Vulpix ran back to Reggie and placed his forepaws on the human's leg, shaking his head. Reggie sighed as he knew this was going to be painful, but knew there wasn't much he could do.
"Vulpix, get behind me and stay there. I know you don't want me hurting her, but she won't see clearly if I don't. It's like slapping someone to get them to hear you and to stop what they're doing. She's afraid and in pain. She wants to take care of you, but if she tries, she will end up hurting you and everyone else trying to help you because of this fear and pain. If we defeat her in a battle, she will calm down and realize that - with as strong as I am - I will be able to protect you and help you grow and become strong. That's what parents would want for their kids, right?" Reggie tried convincing the Vulpix, who looked away with confliction in his hazel eyes. With a resigned scrunch of his face, he jumped behind Reggie and hid in the brush.
With the Vulpix hidden, the Ninetales's rage was even more palpable. Reggie needed to help his other Pokemon hit this thing. "Jones, Water Sport. Focus your ghost power into it too." Confused, the Frillish obeyed, spraying water around their location.
The water - tainted with ghost energy - was able to drench the ghost Ninetales and cause her gorgeous fur to drip. To Scyther, Mankey, and Munna, they could see the dripping water cling to something invisible in front of them. "Freydis, Night Slash." It was a gamble, but her scythes became cloaked in darkness.
"Good. Emeric, Dark Pulse. Elvira, Shadow Ball. Bob, Shadow Claw."
As the Scyther attacked with her sickle arms, the Shedinja slashed with his ghostly claw as it creaked from his shell, the Haunter blasted a pulse of darkness, and the Munna fired a ghostly sphere at the Ninetales, the ghost took the attacks, but her anger was growing ever more, the spiritual pressure increasing.
With a screech, ghostly wind surged from her body. Due to how bunched up Reggie's Pokemon were, the attack fanned over the group. But as they were recovering the blast of wind, the Ninetales quickly fired off a Shadow Ball from her toothy maw, and it landed against his Munna. With a strangled cry, the Munna was slammed against a tree.
Reggie's voice died in his throat. How strong was this thing...?
Quickly, he held out his arms towards the Ninetales, breathing deeply as he magnified his aura and reached out towards her. There was a backlash of energy, like a sweeping punch to the gut, and Reggie coughed. Yet, he did not stop just as his Pokemon repeated their attacks.
"Ninetales... Listen to me..."
With a cry of pain, another Shadow Ball, and it slammed into his Frillish, knocking him out as he landed against a tree.
"Stop..." He coughed more as he felt her energy encircle him.
Not wanting to let this Ninetales continue attacking, Emeric fired another Dark Pulse, but she had absorbed the negative feelings, empowering her own spiritual pressure. Reggie was sent to his knees from the sheer weight.
"Ninetales, your child will be safe..." He tried to send his good intentions through, but she didn't want to entertain it. Another Shadow Ball from her as the Scyther came in with another Night Slash, only for the attack to send her flying back into a tree, her scythe unable to hit the dripping Ninetales.
Reggie didn't give up, trying to brute force his aura through her angry shield, hoping she'd see it and calm down.
Emeric tried a Shadow Ball, all the while Reggie's Mankey watched on in horror, unable to attack let alone even see the enemy that was knocking out his friends one by one. Reggie coughed as he felt another swift kick to his gut from the pressure, nearly doubling him over.
The Ninetales cried out from Emeric's attack, only to fire one at Reggie. Emeric dove for it, and was suddenly sent back by the blast, phasing through Reggie and landing behind him.
Reggie grunted as he saw his ace get thrown back like he was some Cutiefly. He gritted his teeth, grunting as he continued to try. But there seemed to be no end to this ever-increasing pressure.
With a final Shadow Ball against his Shedinja, all there was left was Reggie and his Mankey. Reggie was finding difficulty in not only protecting himself from the now attacking aura of the Ninetales that had surrounded him, but from breaching her walls. Not wanting to stand back anymore, the Mankey punched his head to get back into the game and charged into the fray. First, with Retaliate, then Cross Chop, then Acrobatics. He grew angrier, all of his attacks hitting nothing, and yet he can feel the presence of this ghost now. It made his hair stand on end. He hated it, he hated not seeing his opponent, he hated that he just stood there and watched uselessly as his trainer and friends were beaten so effortlessly.
The anger made his blood pump faster, as he screeched loudly. The Ninetales didn't seem to attack him, which only made him angrier. He screamed at the fox, yelling at her for being such a coward. He suddenly felt something hit him, but it wasn't even an attack. Was he batted away like some annoying gnat?
He slammed his fists into the ground like a child with a tantrum, and he stood back up. How dare she not consider him a worthy opponent! He will make her pay! Pay for the defeat of his friends! Pay for the torture of his trainer!
Light enveloped his body, his spherical body getting bigger, and his arms and legs growing more muscle. For as strong as this Mankey was, he never evolved because he never reached the peak of anger like this before. Cream fur receded as he got fluffier and lost his tail, and metal shackles formed around his wrists and ankles. The light dispersed, and the newly-evolved Primeape cried out as his fist glowed with ghostly energy. He slammed his fist into the Ninetales, felt something physical react to his punch, and his anger took over. He saw red, no longer able to think clearly as he kept punching the ghost in front of him.
Reggie can feel the pressure around him weaken and the barriers around the Ninetales weaken. With a sigh of relief, he focused more on trying to hep her see that he wasn't going to hurt her son. With each use of an attack from the Ninetales against the Primeape, he got angrier and stronger, and continued to attack her. However, the third attack sent the Primeape down to the ground, his anger unable to help him shrug anymore of the pain away. The red color receded from his vision and his gaze went back to his trainer.
He was standing now...
Yes, yes... Good...
Reggie, with no Pokemon aside from his Basculegion who was still too tired to help fight, stood back up and focused his energy again. This time, he finally got a connection. It seemed the constant angry pummeling beat away the Ninetales's anger, and she was finally considering his intent.
With a growling coo, she tried to summon her child. Shakily, the Vulpix peered out, and saw with growing concern all of Reggie's Pokemon laying there, exhausted and defeated. With trembling tails, he walked cautiously towards his mother, who seemed... Better? Was she cured?
The Ninetales leaned her head down, nuzzling her child's head fluff with her nose. She said something to him, because the Vulpix's eyes widened and tears fell. He whined, paws coming up to try and hug his mother, but he phased right through her body. Her form was slowly phasing away.
With a defiant cry, not wanting to lose his mother yet, the Vulpix chased after her fading figure. When she finally disappeared from view, the Vulpix's head hung as he sat there, dejected tears falling.
Reggie - his energy sapped from him - fell to his knees when he finally felt her spiritual pressure vanish from the air around him. She accepted her death and he felt the trust she imparted to Reggie.
'Take care of my son. He is the only one living of my litter. Don't make me regret this.'
With a sigh, he moved his aching body to crawl towards the Vulpix. He didn't expect the Vulpix to jump into his arms, paws digging into his shirt. Cradling the crying fox close, he got up with legs that felt like jello and lead and began checking up on all of his Pokemon before returning them. His Frillish stirred, Munna and Haunter were fast asleep, Shedinja was still but he knew he'd be back, and Scyther grunted at being pushed.
When he made it to his Primeape, a single tap on the shoulder was all he needed to know he was good. A fist landed square on his cheek, punching him to the ground. He chuckled a cough, sighing as he returned his last Pokemon.
"Phew..." He sighed, pulling out a Luxury Ball. "And you, sweet pea, will stay with me. I'll take care of you." He smiled, petting his fur. After this terrible waking nightmare and feeling comfort once more, the Vulpix fell fast asleep, making a purr-like noise as he did so.
With a soft tap, the Luxury Ball swallowed up his new Pokemon, and Reggie limped his way back to camp.
Now... Now they can sleep.
He didn't wake up until the sun's zenith, groaning at how bright and hot the sun was through the treetops and at how sore his body was.
Time to go to the Pokemon Center...
All were content and either resting or sleeping, pink-grey mist drifting from Reggie's forehead over to the spot on Munna's forehead as she ate his unpleasant dreams. But something had stirred the Basculegion from his slumber. With a tired blub, his groggy red eyes drifted over to the strange noise. A wail? A roar? But it was high-pitched. With a smack of his lips, he raised his voice to make almost a soft blubbering roar, rousing everyone from their slumber.
Reggie groaned as he rubbed his forehead, slowly getting up. With a cough, Reggie looked over with squinty blue eyes at his fish. "What's up-"
That's when he heard it too. A strange sound that Reggie could only assume was something crying. He didn't know of many people who would be on this island. Rousing up the rest of his Pokemon and getting them alert, he stood up, rubbing his eyes. "Alright, let's get going, guys. Be alert. And thanks, Legion. Get some rest, there's not much water further inland." He said quietly, returning Legion, who grunted in response.
The human and his six Pokemon stalked along the overgrown thicket that was Mikan Island's dense forest. They got closer to the distressed sound, which Reggie could tell it definitely was a wailing Pokemon. It didn't sound like a Misdreavus, so it was definitely an upset Pokemon.
As they finally made it to the source of the sound, a dirty Vulpix was curled up, hiding his face within his six tails. Fur and hair was matted, and he looked hungry. With a fallen face, Reggie knelt down and pulled out some leftovers he had made earlier for his Pokemon. He set it in front of him, smiling as the Vulpix smelled the aroma and looked up.
They both held a tense stand off, as Reggie's Pokemon backed away to not encroach on the clearly suffering vulpine. Reggie just gazed softly at the little thing, realizing it might be a runt. "Hey..." He started off, his voice soft and quiet. He watched as the Vulpix's ears perked up a bit more. "We heard you crying and wanted to help. Here, eat this. I made this earlier for my own Pokemon."
The Munna floated into view, making a soft coo as she attempted to rub her belly with her nubs. Convinced, the Vulpix very carefully began eating the food, too hungry to care now. Once the Vulpix had his fill, he looked up at Reggie, then looked at the Munna. He then bit down on Reggie's sleeve cuff of his jacket and pulled.
This sort of desperation from a clearly afraid Pokemon was something Reggie had never seen before. Normally, when they're in this bad of shape, they'd stay away, but clearly this Pokemon seemed to care less about himself. The Vulpix let go as Reggie stood up, his calves screaming at him for crouching for so long. The Fire-Type then ran ahead, his little legs stumbling as he made his way back.
Looking at his Pokemon, Reggie stared as the Vulpix disappeared in the underbrush, only for his head to pop out and make a low short growl, and then a huff as he turned away. Getting the hint, Reggie followed along, his Pokemon keeping their eyes peeled for anything that may be amiss.
After a bit of trekking and smelling something potently disgusting, Reggie found himself upon a beautiful cream-colored fox laying on her side. Her nine tails draped over the ground, her legs pulled together, and her chest showed... no breathing.
This mother Ninetales - based on how thin her stomach was - had been dead for some time.
The Vulpix whined and came to her body, nuzzling her head and warbling as fresh tears fell down his face. Reggie's heart ached. He looked over to his Scyther and Mankey, about to ask them something, but instead of upset expressions like he'd expect, they stared around the space with some confusion.
Could... Could they not see her?
His Munna could likely sense something was there as she held a focused expression like she would normally have when sensing something spiritual, but she wasn't focusing in on the area where the Ninetales was with her gaze. Did that mean...
Oh no...
"Vulpix, get away from her. Please." He asked, almost pleaded. The Vulpix stared at the human with shock, his tails curled around his posterior and his ears were folded back. Why would he ask him to get away from his mother?
Seeing his shock, Reggie tried again. "She's... She's not here. She won't be able to feed you or groom your coat anymore. Here." He knelt down, extending his hand, palm opened up. "Let me take care of you. Please."
The Vulpix, still confused by Reggie's initial outburst, came around slowly. His body relaxed a little, and he slowly walked towards Reggie.
A groan escaped from the Ninetales, and the Vulpix's ears perked up fully. He turned around to see his mother slowly stand up, her legs shaking. He squeaked and barked happily, bounding back to her.
"Vulpix, wait-"
The Ninetales's eyes opened, and what the Vulpix saw caused him to suddenly stop. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he saw the black sockets of where would once be kind ruby eyes. He whined as he backed up, and Reggie's Scyther, Mankey, and Munna got tenser as they couldn't see the threat, but they could definitely feel her rising power.
With a sudden ominous cry, the Ninetales roared at Reggie and the Pokemon, the spiritual pressure surprising those who couldn't see the spirit and they faltered slightly before getting into a battle stance. Reggie could feel her fear, her pain, her determination and desire to continue caring for her young, but those negative emotions would impact her care. Emeric the Haunter appeared before Reggie from his shadow, popping his knuckles as he glared at the mother.
Scared for what his mother turned into but also scared for what Reggie and his Pokemon will do to her, the Vulpix ran back to Reggie and placed his forepaws on the human's leg, shaking his head. Reggie sighed as he knew this was going to be painful, but knew there wasn't much he could do.
"Vulpix, get behind me and stay there. I know you don't want me hurting her, but she won't see clearly if I don't. It's like slapping someone to get them to hear you and to stop what they're doing. She's afraid and in pain. She wants to take care of you, but if she tries, she will end up hurting you and everyone else trying to help you because of this fear and pain. If we defeat her in a battle, she will calm down and realize that - with as strong as I am - I will be able to protect you and help you grow and become strong. That's what parents would want for their kids, right?" Reggie tried convincing the Vulpix, who looked away with confliction in his hazel eyes. With a resigned scrunch of his face, he jumped behind Reggie and hid in the brush.
With the Vulpix hidden, the Ninetales's rage was even more palpable. Reggie needed to help his other Pokemon hit this thing. "Jones, Water Sport. Focus your ghost power into it too." Confused, the Frillish obeyed, spraying water around their location.
The water - tainted with ghost energy - was able to drench the ghost Ninetales and cause her gorgeous fur to drip. To Scyther, Mankey, and Munna, they could see the dripping water cling to something invisible in front of them. "Freydis, Night Slash." It was a gamble, but her scythes became cloaked in darkness.
"Good. Emeric, Dark Pulse. Elvira, Shadow Ball. Bob, Shadow Claw."
As the Scyther attacked with her sickle arms, the Shedinja slashed with his ghostly claw as it creaked from his shell, the Haunter blasted a pulse of darkness, and the Munna fired a ghostly sphere at the Ninetales, the ghost took the attacks, but her anger was growing ever more, the spiritual pressure increasing.
With a screech, ghostly wind surged from her body. Due to how bunched up Reggie's Pokemon were, the attack fanned over the group. But as they were recovering the blast of wind, the Ninetales quickly fired off a Shadow Ball from her toothy maw, and it landed against his Munna. With a strangled cry, the Munna was slammed against a tree.
Reggie's voice died in his throat. How strong was this thing...?
Quickly, he held out his arms towards the Ninetales, breathing deeply as he magnified his aura and reached out towards her. There was a backlash of energy, like a sweeping punch to the gut, and Reggie coughed. Yet, he did not stop just as his Pokemon repeated their attacks.
"Ninetales... Listen to me..."
With a cry of pain, another Shadow Ball, and it slammed into his Frillish, knocking him out as he landed against a tree.
"Stop..." He coughed more as he felt her energy encircle him.
Not wanting to let this Ninetales continue attacking, Emeric fired another Dark Pulse, but she had absorbed the negative feelings, empowering her own spiritual pressure. Reggie was sent to his knees from the sheer weight.
"Ninetales, your child will be safe..." He tried to send his good intentions through, but she didn't want to entertain it. Another Shadow Ball from her as the Scyther came in with another Night Slash, only for the attack to send her flying back into a tree, her scythe unable to hit the dripping Ninetales.
Reggie didn't give up, trying to brute force his aura through her angry shield, hoping she'd see it and calm down.
Emeric tried a Shadow Ball, all the while Reggie's Mankey watched on in horror, unable to attack let alone even see the enemy that was knocking out his friends one by one. Reggie coughed as he felt another swift kick to his gut from the pressure, nearly doubling him over.
The Ninetales cried out from Emeric's attack, only to fire one at Reggie. Emeric dove for it, and was suddenly sent back by the blast, phasing through Reggie and landing behind him.
Reggie grunted as he saw his ace get thrown back like he was some Cutiefly. He gritted his teeth, grunting as he continued to try. But there seemed to be no end to this ever-increasing pressure.
With a final Shadow Ball against his Shedinja, all there was left was Reggie and his Mankey. Reggie was finding difficulty in not only protecting himself from the now attacking aura of the Ninetales that had surrounded him, but from breaching her walls. Not wanting to stand back anymore, the Mankey punched his head to get back into the game and charged into the fray. First, with Retaliate, then Cross Chop, then Acrobatics. He grew angrier, all of his attacks hitting nothing, and yet he can feel the presence of this ghost now. It made his hair stand on end. He hated it, he hated not seeing his opponent, he hated that he just stood there and watched uselessly as his trainer and friends were beaten so effortlessly.
The anger made his blood pump faster, as he screeched loudly. The Ninetales didn't seem to attack him, which only made him angrier. He screamed at the fox, yelling at her for being such a coward. He suddenly felt something hit him, but it wasn't even an attack. Was he batted away like some annoying gnat?
He slammed his fists into the ground like a child with a tantrum, and he stood back up. How dare she not consider him a worthy opponent! He will make her pay! Pay for the defeat of his friends! Pay for the torture of his trainer!
Light enveloped his body, his spherical body getting bigger, and his arms and legs growing more muscle. For as strong as this Mankey was, he never evolved because he never reached the peak of anger like this before. Cream fur receded as he got fluffier and lost his tail, and metal shackles formed around his wrists and ankles. The light dispersed, and the newly-evolved Primeape cried out as his fist glowed with ghostly energy. He slammed his fist into the Ninetales, felt something physical react to his punch, and his anger took over. He saw red, no longer able to think clearly as he kept punching the ghost in front of him.
Reggie can feel the pressure around him weaken and the barriers around the Ninetales weaken. With a sigh of relief, he focused more on trying to hep her see that he wasn't going to hurt her son. With each use of an attack from the Ninetales against the Primeape, he got angrier and stronger, and continued to attack her. However, the third attack sent the Primeape down to the ground, his anger unable to help him shrug anymore of the pain away. The red color receded from his vision and his gaze went back to his trainer.
He was standing now...
Yes, yes... Good...
Reggie, with no Pokemon aside from his Basculegion who was still too tired to help fight, stood back up and focused his energy again. This time, he finally got a connection. It seemed the constant angry pummeling beat away the Ninetales's anger, and she was finally considering his intent.
With a growling coo, she tried to summon her child. Shakily, the Vulpix peered out, and saw with growing concern all of Reggie's Pokemon laying there, exhausted and defeated. With trembling tails, he walked cautiously towards his mother, who seemed... Better? Was she cured?
The Ninetales leaned her head down, nuzzling her child's head fluff with her nose. She said something to him, because the Vulpix's eyes widened and tears fell. He whined, paws coming up to try and hug his mother, but he phased right through her body. Her form was slowly phasing away.
With a defiant cry, not wanting to lose his mother yet, the Vulpix chased after her fading figure. When she finally disappeared from view, the Vulpix's head hung as he sat there, dejected tears falling.
Reggie - his energy sapped from him - fell to his knees when he finally felt her spiritual pressure vanish from the air around him. She accepted her death and he felt the trust she imparted to Reggie.
'Take care of my son. He is the only one living of my litter. Don't make me regret this.'
With a sigh, he moved his aching body to crawl towards the Vulpix. He didn't expect the Vulpix to jump into his arms, paws digging into his shirt. Cradling the crying fox close, he got up with legs that felt like jello and lead and began checking up on all of his Pokemon before returning them. His Frillish stirred, Munna and Haunter were fast asleep, Shedinja was still but he knew he'd be back, and Scyther grunted at being pushed.
When he made it to his Primeape, a single tap on the shoulder was all he needed to know he was good. A fist landed square on his cheek, punching him to the ground. He chuckled a cough, sighing as he returned his last Pokemon.
"Phew..." He sighed, pulling out a Luxury Ball. "And you, sweet pea, will stay with me. I'll take care of you." He smiled, petting his fur. After this terrible waking nightmare and feeling comfort once more, the Vulpix fell fast asleep, making a purr-like noise as he did so.
With a soft tap, the Luxury Ball swallowed up his new Pokemon, and Reggie limped his way back to camp.
Now... Now they can sleep.
He didn't wake up until the sun's zenith, groaning at how bright and hot the sun was through the treetops and at how sore his body was.
Time to go to the Pokemon Center...
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