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I tried coming back out of retirement as a writer, but I don't really think this scene is for me anymore. I've never really made many friends here, and it feels like a constant uphill battle of trying to appeal to everyone's interests so they'll like me / my writing. It just... doesn't feel good. I don't really know how to put it in any way other than that. I'm not having fun anymore.

I hate that I'm quitting in the middle of like, a trillion plots/events I've been planning, it feels like I'm just flipping the table out of nowhere and leaving. But... why put in so much effort when it doesn't feel good anymore? When it feels like my value as a person is decided by what I can provide, and how often? Someone else will fill in the void, I'm sure.

Sayonara, and thanks for the good times I did have.

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[ ...Ha, quite the presumptuous one, aren't you? ] The 'voice' rang back, sharp eyes immediately focused on the boy.

[ Good company requires good manners! One who does not practice this may find themselves constantly in need of friends. Or worse yet... under the pressure of many enemies. ] As the textbox continued to scroll without the other's input, he seemed to be taking inventory, notably tucking away a small bundle of ghostly white masks into his backpack. Were those always in the game...? ...Well, you'd know the answer to that, wouldn't you, Ben?

Before you'd have the ability to answer however, a hand clasped to your shoulder with the grip strength of a Goron. The nonexistent air seemed still as the man's breathing came to a sharp halt.

[ I have no plans of staying here to watch the moon fall for the umpteenth time, child! Nor do I need that wretched Mask! Whatever chain of events are about to transpire, this is your burden to shoulder. I shall return when it's quieter, Benjamin. ]

Though the Salesman would find himself turning to leave, his grip on the boy's very being now absent, he couldn't help but notice an oddity with one of the masks that adorned his backpack. Frowning, he was quick to hide the abnormality from Ben. Though... considering the current events at hand, perhaps attempting to hide such a thing would be fruitless. Alas, this is not my business to meddle with!

Enormous, wooden doors push open — light pouring in as the towns' people continue their unchanging schedules. The boy tumbles over his own steps, and stops to catch his breath. The heavy, rhythmic clicks of the town's heart in an otherwise quiet, and cool area begin to soothe him from an onslaught of monotony — Same routes. Same conversations. The same, ever-lingering terror for him to ignore until it was time to reset again. To think, twenty-four years ago, these sights were so new . . . Was it any surprise he hadn't been around Clocktown as of late?

He broke his own cycle, and began cultivating a world outside . . . This. Gold had become a prominent figure in his life, he met one of his early idols, and found some acceptance - and maybe a little comfort - that Death was nicer than he appeared. While he didn't care about Grey or Lucas (Which, by the way. He still doesn't. Just in case there was confusion! He definitely does NOT want THOSE weenies as his friends...), he could still appreciate the entertainment they offered in just picking on them.

So long as he watches out for . . . Well, never mind that.

Settling on the stairs, BEN took out a glass bottle and knocked back more Chateau Romani. He leaned back, staring awkwardly at this room's only other inhabitant — smiling at him while his actions looped. Despite how important he was to kicking off the start, the salesman . . . Did not have a presence in this story. So what made this visit inside the clock tower any different? Something, somewhere, in his world had shifted.

[ . . . But it can't be you. ] The text floated as he finished the bottle. More for himself, than the other. BEN pushed himself off the ground and began to pace in a circle, counting on his fingers. Right. He only mattered at the start and end of every playthrough. Neither of which . . . BEN had seen in a very long time.

As if to test the theory, he equipped his keaton mask and began to circle the man like he were a broken toy rather than a person. Nothing abnormal here. He sighed and removed his mask, turning away from the Happy Mask Salesman as he folded his arms.

Was he making things up . . . ?

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"…For pity's sake! My dad's cherished bird Pokémon… But a defeat is a defeat." The blue-haired Gym Leader shook his head, a sigh of resignation following. "Alright, Take this official Pokémon League Badge, the Zephyr Badge. With that Badge..."

The Gym Leader's words quickly became barely audible to the small Pokemon, the loud ringing in his ears still roaring on from the heat of battle. Though his challenge was a basic one, he'd still been pushed to his absolute limits, his tiny form breathing raggedly as a blank-yet-triumphant smile shone through the pain. The battle was hard-earned, the freshly-inflicted wounds from the opponent's Pidgeotto still stinging with every breath the Ralts took.

Luckily, the journey back to the Pokemon Center was uneventful, with his trainer even using a Potion to ensure her partner's safety. The trainer holding her Pokemon close, the duo made their way toward the next destination.

"You did a great job out there, ▇▇▇▇▇!" The girl's voice rang out cheerily, hugging the Pokemon tightly. "I bet you're even gonna evolve soon! You'll make a very pretty Kirlia!"

Evolution? He'd never even considered that, in all his brief time he'd been conscious. To think he could become so much stronger! And prettier, too! He admired the sheer physical prowess and the heroic appearance of Gallade, but he shared the same desire as his trainer to become an elegant Gardevoir, with immense Psychic power to match!

Thinking about the wonderful future they'd have together, he couldn't help but smile.

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[ Give me your precious memory . ]

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"You have my gratitude for your assistance, your soul shall see itself to serving a grander purpose." The Pokemon's small humanoid sprite gave a subtle bow, eyes trailing toward the ground as he inhaled sharply for what was to come next. "...I will be visiting you shortly."

The eyes that rested upon the screen widened with shock as the ritual completed, the Gardevoir's overworld sprite stepping through the portal that tore itself open in the mansion, purple and black energy pulsing within the confines of a DS screen. The young teenager's small frame trembled with fear and uncertainty as unstable hands struggled to hold the system. This had to be a hacked copy of the game, right? That thing wasn't ACTUALLY talking to him, right?? If this was that eBay seller's idea of a joke, they weren't laughing. And after all that effort of setting up a wifi server spoof so they could use the GTS...

Pressure placed itself upon the teen's shoulder, horrified eyes shakily turning upward to see the frowning face of their inevitable end. A hollow feeling rang out from the creature's very being, his eyes staring beyond his victim.

"...My sincerest apologies, my child."

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"Oh my gosh! Aren't you the CUTEST THING!"

Large, weary eyes slowly opened, orange irises briefly flashing between soft blue strands of hair. The world had been empty, blurry, still... as though he'd been in a dark stasis for ages, only for all signs of life to suddenly flick back on. Raising a small white nub of a hand up to its mouth, the Ralts tilted his head, blinking slowly as a blurry image of the excited girl quickly faded into view.

"I was gonna start a new save file, but now that I know YOU were tucked away in that PC... NO WAY AM I RESETTING!"

Save file? Resetting? Those words were all nothing but a foreign language to the Pokemon. It was all so sudden and scary... but this odd girl seemed friendly enough...

"My name's ▇▇▇▇! And I'm gonna call you... ▇▇▇▇▇!!"

He had so much to ask, and yet could only communicate so little. He'd heard of humans and Pokemon Trainers before, but never truly got to interact with one. As a matter of fact... had he ever seen a human before? Had he ever seen the outside world, for that matter? It felt as though he were simply magicked into existence, endless void filling the spaces where early memories should have rested.

And yet... Hesitantly, the small Pokemon outstretched a tiny limb upward, hoping that the human was as kindhearted as she seemed.

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Something had shifted within the walls of the abandoned mansion. Around every turn, in every dark corner, behind every piece of rotting furniture, behind every plant that overgrew the building... Charon could sense something was wrong. Something was watching. Something was waiting. He could feel its presence filling the room, and yet... the air remained still, not a single breath taken by the unknown.

With a wave of his clawed hand, several Ghost Pokemon appeared before Charon, quietly awaiting his orders. Eyes darted around nervously toward the shapes that danced within the shadows, as the Misdreavus in their ranks seemingly made eye contact with something. Something that blinked, shuddered violently, and waggled the vague form of a finger.

Before Charon could move to speak or react, he felt the many, many eyes upon them fade away in an instant.

How alarming. Was something hunting the revenant, or merely observing? The true nature of that being... he couldn't discern it. It was neither human, nor Pokemon. Regardless of its nature, the pressure he had begun to feel in his chest suddenly alleviated itself on the entity's exit.

Wary eyes slowly moved toward his small army of ghosts, the Gardevoir making the mental note to stay vigilant.

There was plenty of work to be done.

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[ We require assistance. ]

[ . . . ]

[ In return . . . ]

[ We will take you to her. ]

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[ A quick reminder ]

[ Please check all your devices ]

[ Beware corrosion ]

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[ A quick reminder ]

[ Please check all your devices ]

[ Beware corrosion ]

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"The beast of eternity begins to stir. The fear demon flees in terror. I sense an intruder fast approaching, as well. I was correct in assuming this world needed my immediate attention."

His ever-present grimace widened, a pocket watch finding its way to his gloved hand before being tucked away. His gaze trailed off in another direction, staring off into the distance, as though he were seeing beyond our current plane of existence. A hand was brought to his mouth as he made a singular sound, clearing his throat to speak once more.

"Young Lady. I leave you to your current duties. I must take my leave from this world to attend to important matters. Be cautious, and use that technique to find me, should you sense any danger."

"...Hm." A questioning glance, only followed by a slow, quiet nod.

I'll be alone, huh?

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@nintendodeathsystem asked:

It was getting closer. The rumbling. The roaring of a thousand decaying corpses, the absolute terror that wells up in your stomach and desperately tries to rip its way out. He was approaching. Faster, faster than you'd never hoped to witness. It was clear you couldn't outrun him this time. You could already hear his demonic cackling eviscerating your mind from the inside out. And yet… that laughter did not follow. What seemed to be a manic grin quickly warped into a grimace as the beast approached, closer, closer, closer… A massive boot stomped down. Lucas had narrowly been missed, as the demon speeds past the young boy. In that moment, no fear was greater than his.

Vague moments of peace in the darkness, if you could call the constant anxiety, the fear knowing that he probably already knows where you are and is just trying to catch you at the most perfect, unexpected moment. Even when the ones did not see on the dashboard, he was suffering. Over and over again, constant agony as he's dragged back in the darkness. Staying in one place wasn't wise, but your legs still had limits even in this state. No matter how much you perfected your juking methods and routing, he was already, tauntingly, a step ahead.

Lucas was just quietly, somberly humming to himself as he... He was stacking little broken off pieces of a brick block he had hit a while back on top of the rock that BEN had given him a while back in a form of self-imposed jenga. He always kept it with him. A meaningless object at the end of the day, but if the boy kept it in his pocket it still remained with him when he came back. It would be so easy to just chuck it at his head, but really. What would that accomplish? Maybe make a funny noise???

The little tower suddenly falls over. Not because of a skill issue, but...

Realization. Rumbling. Terror. Despite it, his gloved hands fumble to collect the rock and shoves it into a pocket of his overalls as his legs fumble to escape from the inevitable. The inevitable. The inevitable. Despite the odd lack of laughter, it's all inevitable. The pain, bones crushed, nothing but a stain on the floor. It's inevitable. It's inevitable. It's inevitable. It's inevitable. It's inevitable. It's inevitable. It's inevitable. It's--

. . ?

The sheer force of the other's boot stomping next to him was felt and shook his very core, but no actual pain wracked through his body. His heart is beating out of his chest as he just stares at the ever shrinking red dot leaving his sight in the distance. Wh..? Huh? No relief properly washes over him. Another trick..? Maybe he was just going to backwards long jump right back at him at 500mph turning him into a fine red mist, or something. Lucas can't help but properly get up on his feet as he hesitates, deciding to push himself forward as he also begins to book it. Maybe it was a fruitless effort, but it would be stupid to continue his little game of jenga.

Because... What the hell could he be running from?

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[ time is a lie. ]

[ time is a prison. ]

[ we are all destined to walk one path of eternity to the next. ]

[ death will become life. ]

[ the rot will be forgotten. ]

[ the shackles will rust upon your wrists and crumble to dust,

. . . only to form anew upon your newborn flesh. ]

[ . . . ]

[ i could not wish any greater a cruelty upon you all. ]

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The demon perched silently upon the dashboard. Unnaturally still, unnervingly calm, his intentions as stagnant as the cold air that loomed about his presence. His gaze had been obscured by the shadows, yet the direction of his sight was all but clear. You were within his sights. Not just you, but the others that dwell within these confines. Despite this, it was all but clear that his true focus was on one being. One soul. One long-rotted, long-festered corpse that had been abandoned by the worms within the soil long ago.

His sights were upon you, BENJAMIN. A pale hand raised, a deep red visible within his oppressive grip. Slowly, a finger unfurled, and his grip loosed ever-so-slightly...

To reveal a frozen beverage in a comically-large cup that still remained too small for the beast, the label on it reading "THE FINAL GULP." It raised slowly, precisely, with malicious intent, plastic straw meeting the nightmare's ravenous maw as it consumed the sickly, cherry-flavored icy liquid.

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MX non-canonically strolls back out of inactivity, both as far as the blog itself AND as a muse on the blog, to point directly at Hypno. @tetramulti

"LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

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@emptyzone STOP WRITING GREASY MEN, IT'S SLOPPY MAKEOUT TIME. (Continued from here.)

...Right, it has an abnormally low catch rate. But it could also have low Defense and Special base stats, so trying to chip it down might wind up being like taking a hydrogen bomb to a coughing baby, so... Hm. She hadn't been too concerned with the other's approach, but she also wasn't about to try and fistfight the bird if it got too close. Only a maniac would do something like that.

...Was it... talking? Thirty dollar haircut?? Nah, it was probably just spitting random lines of dialogue at her, that's nothing new to her. ...Though she did have to stop herself from firing back with 'INTRODUCE THESE NUTS.'

Between the horrific cacophony and the unusual poses, this thing seemed a little... ugly. Why did her Pokemon drag her all the way out here for this? If this was a weird mating ritual thing, Aria has horrible taste. Unlike me, who is perfect in every way and too good for all potential suitors. None could afford a luxury like me.

Anyway, let's find out.

Time seems to slow for just a moment as another Pokeball flies through the increasingly-still air, a small puff of smoke as the ball collided with the ground, causing another delay to what felt like time itself. As the smoke cleared, a small gentle pair of eyes locked on to the crime against existence, an air of tension and familiarity radiating off of the Pokemon, none other than a C̶̘̮͗̂̆̇̉̍̄̈́̇̿͗̽̚͘l̴̨̹͎̹̗̟̺̮̺͓̪̦̼̠͔̖̅̑̈́̀̋̽̋̋̄̉̚͘̚͝͝͠é̵̢̍̀̂̆̔̈́͌̈́͑̈́̊̇͘f̷̮̾̃͐͝a̴̢̲̹̦̥͎̳͕͎̋̊i̸̧͇̯͍̭̦̗̪̫͕̯̦̘͈̊ř̸̛̯͓̓́͂͂̂͛̈́̀͋͘y̶̨͇̺͇̚͠.

The Clefairy didn't seem hostile, yet... it stared through the other with a concerning degree of uncertainty.

" . . . ? "