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Hey Gold!! Let's go to the rave together!!

I'm gonna get us matching outfits. ✨✨✨

A rave? Hold on, let me find someone to cover the daycare for me. I'm definitely going with you.

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There's nothin' on this planet strong enough to take Red out. He's unstoppable.

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@greenxprof ( from here )

He flinches back from his touch. “Really?”

He tried not to think about things like that. It's a neat little fact, and it makes him worry about the future. Are little things like the position of the sun going to change things? Is everything really going to be that different.

Gold leans back into Green's touch. “That's cool.”

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Hey. today's the solar eclipse. Do you feel any different?

“Am I supposed to feel any different?” What a strange question.

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“I'm fine. You can do a full exam if you're that worried, doc.” It's supposed to come across as one of his snarky comments, the kind you're not meant to take seriously. But his mood is too sour for the teasing tone to come across. Combined with those words, he just sounds bitter.

Though, the description should be more than enough to explain why.

“Imagine a Mew. Now imagine if that Mew passed away and was hauntin' the forest as a pink mass o' will-o-wisps. That's what I found. You picturin' it?”

He forgot? It's not that this is too far-fetched, considering it's Gold. But he looked so excited for that Date?

"It's fine. I'd like you to describe it yes. But first, I'm hoping you're not hurt nor anything, right?"

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He doesn't seem the least bit excited. He delivers the news like a casket and shakes his head 'no' to each new question.

“Sorry. I forgot.”

And that's the truth. He forgot. It didn't cross his mind. “But I can describe him for you.”

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There's nothing to be said. How is he supposed to react? With anger? However justified, it doesn't sooth the Pokémon's pain. It's a selfish response. It feeds on his helplessness. He can't do that. Remorse? Then the sins of one evil organization would suddenly be humanity's to bear. It's not fair, to him, to anyone else, to shoulder that burden simply for sharing an ounce of their DNA. For that, he cannot apologize. He cannot accept the blame for this.

‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍“ Mew. Let me make a promise to you? ”

All he can do is forge forward. Pity and anger will not undo what has been done, and it will not prevent such suffering from happening again. Mew had been handed an unfair card, harmed by the hands of humans he didn't even know. There must have been dozens of them, all watching, standing. Not once did anyone help him.

It must have been agonizing. He must have felt so helpless, so alone.

‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍“ I don't know how to help you. But I promise you, I'll do everything I can to make sure something like this never happens again. ”

... Reluctantly does he remove his cap. It only confirms the Pokémon's suspicions. That this boy was not quite human. That something terrible had happened here.

‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍“ I know what that it's like to suffer by their hands. It should never have happened. Not to you, not anyone. ”

The Ghost winces as the berry falls off the human's hand.

All of them cower upon the sight of the consequences of their actions. All of them freeze and tremble upon the ugliest parts of themselves.

In life, Mew could guess someone's intentions, good or bad. Mew could feel a human's aura, could grow to trust and love. But the humans ripped it away from Mew, the power to trust.

What happened to Mew? What happened to Mew?!

The orbs floating around the ghost sped up. They swirl around the phenomenon, creating a ghostly circle of fire. With a cry, the ghost conjures a Beam that shoots straight at the Human.

It doesn't hurt his body. Instead, it pierces into his brain a flash of ragged, confusing memories, flooding his mind.

The inside of very small cage. The cold, hard metal. The hunger, the thirst, the fear. A person in a coat, across the metal bars of a jail. Their hand, enormous, clawed and evil, reaching to grab you. The very same hand holding you down to pierce you with a large, pointy needle, syringe full of red liquid. Your throat aching, your voice screaming. The despair, the pain, your heart crushed. These flashes repeat again and again. Every emotion growing heavier, more exasperated each time. Every drop of hope drying down until there's nothing more. Then, it's apathy. Unending white walls. The cold, hard metal bars. Voices speaking outside your cage. An R symbol on a man's coat. Your tired eyes, growing heavier and heavier. And all black.

The beam dies down. Mew watches the person in front of Mew with disdain.

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There's a lot of screaming in Green's lab these days. Poor guy. Maybe he ought to bring some tea over, calm his nerves. Keep him company, even... 💭

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Gold swallows his excitement as it approaches. Ho-oh knows anything might shoo it away. All his muscles freeze in anticipation, he doesn't so much as breathe.

The shapeless mass becomes more legible with each closing inch. Gold's hand almost shifts for his phone again, if he can just get—

( ... Wait. That's not ... )

When Gold freezes a second time, it is neither out of anticipation nor excitement. His brows furrow, a muted expression. It doesn't display even half the horror he feels.

What did it say? What did it just say?

That's not possible. It's not.

‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍... “ Mew? ”

That's not possible. That's not possible. It's not possible. This can't be Mew. This can't be. The Pokémon he knows is so full of life. So jubilant and playful, practically glowing with vitality. This... This is not practically glowing. And it is the furthest thing possible from 'life.'

The photo is forgotten. Green is forgotten. The berry flops out of his hand uselessly, discarded into the cold soil. He struggles to find words, to react in any way but emotionally. To retain what little composure he'd grown to have. Eventually, he remembers how to form words, but it is hardly spoken, and barely whispered. He chokes them out, dryly and with apprehension.

He has to know.

‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍“ What... Happened to you? ”

Mew slowly approaches, not curious about the berry in the slightest. A dead corpse, ghostly spirit doesn't need to eat. Mew cannot eat anymore.

Mew approaches simply out of curiosity. Keeping cautious, Mew floats closer, closer, stopping only a few meters away. Gold has the opportunity to take a look on Mew's appearance.

Slowly circling around the Ghost, a few will-o'-wisp gently increase the range of its glow. When far away, they make it look like Mew's a ball of energy rather than a pokémon.

Mew cannot understand. This creature looks like a person. Eyes, nose, mouth, hands... just not ears. But the smell is different. The soul, or aura, fiery like a pokémon, full of magic humans couldn't have ever.

Mew tilts its head. The skull wiggles softly.

... Mew?

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AAAAHAHAHA, YES!

Ramen burger.

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His head jolts, snapping left, then right, in quick succession. Finally, he looks up, squinting into the night sky. Though his astrological knowledge is limited, he's almost certain that pink stars don't exist.

He's thankful for the growl. He likely wouldn't have looked up if not for it. But the thought that the —- it has to be a Pokémon, right? -— might flee has him nervous. So he kneels down, setting the Pokéball onto the ground in front of him before raising his hands in surrender. As he rises slowly, he kicks the ball into the shrubbery. It's not like catching unwilling Pokémon sits right with him anyway.

Gold tilts his head, then his hands, palm up, exposing the berry out for the creature.

Even if he can't bring it back to the lab, if it comes closer he can at least snap a picture of it.

It's a strange situation.

Mew felt the presence of human, the fiery breath of life and the heat of a living soul. Approaching cautiously, ready to strike Mew by Mew's back, cowardly as all humans are.

Except Mew also felt the magical presence of pokémon, the mysterious yet comforting power of a creature in which Mew shares DNA with.

That's why Mew did not move. Gazing at the one who approached, glowing like a star amidst green leaves.

What are you, Mew thought. This makes no sense.

The tool in his hand speaks of danger, though. Mew growls lowly, ghostly voice echoing in itself.

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...This was it.

He glances down at his phone just to be sure. He'd followed the map perfectly. And though he may be a Johto native, it's not as though Kanto was entirely foreign to him. He'd been through these woods plenty, and had nearly mapped it down in his head. The map was more insurance than a guide.

His phone clicks locked and he slips it back into pants pocket. Preferably, Green would've been here too, but you don't always get what you want. ( It's pink and it glows, should be easy. Even without him. )

Gold's hand begins to reach for his bag. Though its nature was uncertain, it's nearly always related to Pokémon. He could bet money on it. He would bet money on it if he could. A small red-and-white orb slips into his palm, covered discreetly by his fingers. Beside it, a berry. If all goes well they can do this peacefully. A little bait goes a long way.

If not, well... They can settle it like Pokémon.

‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍“ C'mon lil buddy. Just wanna talk. ”

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Lightless night, blue outstretched above the viridian forest much like a tapestry of quietness. Hoovering over the sleeping woods, watching as every pokémon drifts to dreamland.

Except for one. A glowing, translucent creature, holding a broken skull above its face as if to hide itself from everyone and everything. Left alone as its own wish, to never trust ever again.

It saw down by a large tree's shadow. Pink light shining through grass and leaves. A pokémon who wishes to flee, yet attracts so much attention.

That redhaired human took his friend. A human, wretched creature, who steps on and tortures every soul on its path... Its friend may now be in danger. What will it ever do?

Seek revenge?

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They're not giving me a choice. They crawl into my lap the moment I sit down. It's like a battle to see who can get there first.

I didn't ask for this. I swear!

No not at all. I think it's a compliment.

Also you can't think it's an unexpected take? I mean you do raise baby mons for a living. Hells, I bet you're cradling one right now

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| Gonna make a genuine effort to reach out to my mutuals more but I get so easily spooked.

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He could've been perfectly happy to remain and be doted on. Call it a perfect Halloween and throw the rest of the month away. Unfortunately, it was only sweet wrappings before an unwelcome gift.

Gold grumbles his discontent. But he moves, lifting from the couch and freeing his boyfriend's hand. Where'd he toss everything, now? His bag? His goggles? The last thing he'd want is to be unprepared. Oh right, let's not forget the most important thing: “ Wish me luck? ”

He's a lucky guy, fortune always favors him. But a little extra never hurt, and he gets the feeling he'll need it this time. A wisp that nobody can seem to catch, and Green's expecting him to just get lucky. ... No, Green's putting faith in his abilities. Luck's got nothing to do with it. He's reliable. He's being relied on. That's a strange feeling.

... Where was he again?

Right. He was putting on his shoes. How easily he gets lost in thought. ( ... )

Whenever Gold holds his hand, all his worries ease away, washed from the shore by the calming ocean that is his love for his boyfriend. Warm, tender touches that reminds him not everything is dire.

"You spoil me almost as much as I spoil you."

Smiling, he leans to steal a kiss from his lover's lips. A kiss, two kisses, three small kisses.

He'd like to go too, but the more people, more likely the phenomenon will realize them and flee. Besides, as always, Green's full of work to get to.

"Better get to it, cute boy. Lest the pink ball stuff moves away and disappears again?"

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| Finally home to my art tablet. Which means I can finally do really cool art again instead of weird blob Gold. Not that I hate weird blob Gold. Just. ( Shoves him into dirt ) No more.

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‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍“ Aww, you worried about me? ” He takes Green's hand into his own, lifting it further and further away from his chest. Gold's hand shifts. Their fingers interlock, held tight and raised gently into the air.

He smiles, less out of confidence and more for Green's comfort. No matter how showy his attitude, he still appreciates the concern... And he still makes the effort to ease his nerves. The last thing he wants is Green fretting over him. Not while he's far off —- too far to get giddy over it. Or to calm him down.

‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍“ I'll be back before you even notice I'm gone. ”

That's a promise; Green can hold him to it.

A good trainer knows exactly how to get their partners on the right mindset. Their weaknesses and strong points, their favorite food and what makes them pumped up.

Although this comparison might be a little too evil,

"Someone texted me its localization. Viridian forest. Quite by the very center of it." his hand drops to Gold's chest. "Hey. But I want you to be careful. I know you're strong and mighty but... I don't want you getting hurt. Promise?"