#Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers

[doyouknowthischaracter]

DO YOU KNOW THIS CHARACTER?

[cyber-streak-2]

Title: Saying Goodbye

[Spoilers for what happens at the end of PMD Explorers]

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It was over. After managing to defeat Dialga, and putting the Time Gears back in, it was over. The Treecko and Cyndaquil partner were heading back down the path to get to the Rainbow Stoneship.

Rusty felt so relieved and glad that everything was going to be back to normal—no more time troubles—even if Dialga mentioned that everything would take a little while. Whisper had to be too, right? Rusty assumed it was.

Frankly, after everything that had been going on recently, the Cyndaquil just wanted to head back to Treasure Town—head back to the Guild—and relax with their sibling for a just a little bit before continuing with things. That sounded nice. Rusty was tired.

He was just beginning to remember all of the things that they had told Whisper that they wanted to do later after everything was said and done—some of which the Treecko had agreed to doing with the Cyndaquil. But... when it had spoken, it almost seemed... sad. Maybe it had been Rusty’s imagination.

What was there to be sad about? Rusty frowned... well—there was Dusknoir, he guessed—and the Cyndaquil knew how Whisper had grown attached to the Ghost type—considering him a father. Frankly, Rusty had felt the same.

Rusty continued down the long path, trying not to accidentally trip over their long scarf on the way. While they liked the scarf—especially due to it being a gift from his sibling—tripping was a bit of a common thing. Maybe they could try to adjust the scarf later.

Neither of them were speaking yet—but it was clear to each that they were both exhausted from everything—who wouldn’t be, after all that? However, Rusty happened to notice something else about Whisper, after glancing back at it a couple of times.

Sure, Rusty was exhausted, but it looked as if the Treecko was far worse—and unless it was Rusty’s imagination, every step that it took was slower than Rusty’s—and he swore that it was getting slower—but for the moment, it was still managing to keep up.

The Cyndaquil tried not to worry—maybe it was nothing. If Whisper was just tired, then there was no need to worry—once the two of them got back to the Guild together, the Treecko would get some good rest—Rusty would make sure of it.

If it was having difficulty walking from how exhausted it was, Rusty wished that he could carry it—he wouldn’t be against carrying their sibling—but that might be incredibly difficult—the Cyndaquil didn’t think he was strong enough to do so.

In all honestly, if it was the case, then Rusty was surprised that Whisper wasn’t like this a lot—how had it never collapsed from exhaustion? He never saw Whisper sleep—the Treecko preferred to stay awake, carefully watching over and protecting the sleeping Cyndaquil from anything.

When he couldn’t hear the Treecko walking behind them anymore—only hearing their own footsteps—Rusty frowned, and started to slow down. And, when he noticed some kind of golden light from the corner of their eyes, that’s when they stopped, and finally turned.

Whisper was standing there, a few feet away from Rusty—eerily still, a frown on it’s face. It was focused on it’s little sibling in front of it, but the Treecko couldn’t help but glance at the pieces of light every now and then.

Rusty just... stared. W-What? What’s all that...? Why is it doing that...? “W-Whisp...?” The Cyndaquil hesitantly spoke up.

“Whisp, w-what’s going on? Are you okay??” Rusty rushed over to the still Whisper.

“...Rust. I-... I’m so sorry about this..” The Treecko’s voice was always gentle—but, this time, it’s voice felt different—they’d never heard Whisper with this much gentleness or sadness in it’s tone. In it’s expression.

Before this, Rusty figured that the saddest Whisper ever sounded—that it ever looked—was when they both discovered what Dusknoir was truly up to. This took that moment’s place.

Rusty’s frown grew. “S-Sorry? Whisp, what... are you talking about? What- what’s happening? What’s going to happen?”

“Da-... Dusknoir told me earlier, if the future were to be changed, then the Pokemon- anyone from the future, would then disappear.” Whisper glanced at itself—its entire body was beginning to glow in a bright golden light.

Yes—it was a bit of a terrifying thing to think of—and Whisper didn’t exactly want to leave it’s sibling... or anyone, for that matter—but it was what was going to happen—and the Treecko had somewhat peacefully accepted that fact.

“Rust...” Whisper wiped at its eyes, feeling tears beginning to form. “I’m going to have to disappear, too. We’ll... have to say goodbye.”

A part of it did wish that it would be more of a ‘see-you-later’ goodbye—one where you leave after a visit, but you know you’ll end up seeing the other after some time—even if that time would be long. But, this was a different kind.

“N-No, no, no!” Rusty could hear their voice breaking. They moved closer than they already were, and immediately hugged Whisper—almost tackling it—but the Treecko managed to keep them both up while returning the hug.

“I-... I don’t want you to go, Whisp!” The Cyndaquil whimpered, “W-We’ve had so much fun together, right? A-and... and what would I do without you...? Y-You aren’t just my friend, Whisp, you... you’re like my older sibling.”

For the longest time, besides just wanting a friend—but not knowing how to make any—and being anxious—Rusty thought it would be nice to have a sibling. He didn’t have either. But, when Whisper arrived, they managed to get both.

Rusty continued as the tears began to leak—and, at the same time, he noticed how Whisper was taking its bandana and bag off—and carefully putting it around them. “I-I don’t know what I’d do without you, Whisp...”

“I-I want you to stay... there’s s-still so much we haven’t done yet e-either. I-I just want you to stay. There-... There...” The Cyndaquil tried to find the right words, but they weren’t coming to him.

Whisper sadly sighed, but the frown started to disappear—and in it’s place, was the tiniest of smiles. “Rust... you’ll be okay, I promise,” It started, “I know it’ll be difficult... but trust me. Just... just keep being the amazing explorer you are, okay...? Don’t forget me.”

There was so much more that the Treecko wanted to say—so much more that the Cyndaquil wanted to say—but, sadly, neither would get that chance.

Whisper knew it didn’t have much longer, and there wouldn’t be enough time to tell Rusty everything else—even if it was what the poor Cyndaquil needed to hear.

“Rusty.” Whisper started up again, it’s smile began to grow—although it was more of a sad kind. “I lov-“

Rusty listened quietly—waiting for their sibling to finish—but it would never get the chance to do so. In the golden light, Whisper disappeared. It was gone. It was gone.

They stared, looking around with widened teary eyes. No more Whisper. Whisper wasn’t here anymore. His sibling was gone. It... wasn’t going to be around anymore.

The Cyndaquil broke.

[thehumanwiki]

why are all of the Pokémon Mystery Dungeon plots so batshit. like— “town is convinced you’re the harbinger of the apocalypse and starts a national manhunt to kill you.” “you come from a destroyed future and fight and if you solve the problem you get fucking deleted.” “you’re actually the tenth of so isekai protagonist they summoned but everyone else DIED.” “a being of pure hate wants to die because it’s being forcefed hate and tries to throw the earth into the sun. also it possesses your dad to send you HELL and you have to crawl put of it.”

[varggarn]

I played Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Sky for the first time a little while ago and was reminded of how very wholesome the PMD series is. So here are some completely self-indulgent drawings of my rescue team. Shout-out to anyone else that has played the game with this specific combo!

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[wowitsmetaylor]

Hey PMD fans is this anything?

[nebulaeyedfish]

Well... This is it.... Good-bye...

me when I paint this scene for the 4th? time lol.

Tags: @swanofstorie @imflyingfish @raise-me-up-take-me-up

[twptwp]

Ohhh! Speaking of PMD...

It has been on my mind for a while now... My mama gifted me this DS last year or so and said it just had "Pokémon stuff" on it so she thought it would be perfect for me... She was VERY right, more right than she thought, HOW DID SHE GET THIS? Pokémon World was a UK Pokémon gaming Magazine and all I can find is they did a magazine on Explorers of Sky all the way back in 2009... I was wondering, does anybody have more information about this? Do you know about the Pokémon World magazines even because I sure didn't! I struggle to find them making ds stickers but I highly doubt this is bootleg because it is such a specific thing to bootleg... Is this a rare thing my mam somehow stumbled upon? She bought it from somebody second hand locally just thinking it was Pokémon Stuff (it is, but, MYSTERY DUNGEON??!?!?)

Did you know about these PMD ds stickers? They're so cute! I wish I knew more but either way I'm happy to share this with PMD crowd! ^-^

[mysteryampharos]

[highpriestofpalkism]

it's that time of the year again

[felis-rach]

I love u time god I love u so much.

[fujii-draws]

Oh, how the tables turn.

(+Extra)(They are so cringefail)

[cyber-streak-2]

Title: Time To Go

{Based off the Swap AU that @jsab-fujii and I created together.}

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The Treecko and Duskull duo had known the terrifying fact for a while. They had learned the fact—the truth of what was going to inevitably happen. Nearly every single moment after discovering that, it was always on Duskull’s mind.

If it had just been one of them disappearing, that would’ve been bad—Duskull didn’t want to leave Treecko behind, and he didn’t want to be alone. But, it was worse with the fact that it would happen to both.

He just... the Duskull wanted to live peacefully with Treecko—he didn’t want to disappear—he didn’t want Treecko to disappear. However, after everything, every Pokémon from the future would disappear—including the two of them.

That was, unfortunately, a guarantee.

It was a terrifying thing.

Duskull didn’t want to go away. He didn’t want to die. He was sure that nobody would want this to happen. What... would it be like? Painful? Painless? Sudden? He had questions, most of which he doubted could be answered.

At least until it happened. He could figure it out himself at that point.

How did Treecko feel about this...?

“Duskull...?” He heard his friend’s voice, and turned to look at him. As he did, Duskull noticed something—his vision was blurry. He could feel something dropping from his eyes. ...Oh, he was crying...

“I-... um... I-I’m...” Duskull stumbled, trying to find the right things to say. He could say that he was okay... but that wasn’t true—he wasn’t okay. He wasn’t calm, he was terrified.

The Duskull was sad, he felt stressed, he didn’t want this to happen...

Treecko had never been the greatest with these sorts of things—but, he could at least try to help his friend—and, at the same time, he already knew how the little Duskull felt. He didn’t like seeing him like this.

Duskull could begin to hear Treecko to talk, but his thoughts—the scary thoughts of what was going to happen, were growing louder. Oh, Arceus...

He was only snapped out of the thoughts—focusing on Treecko again—when, all of a sudden, everything felt... heavy.

Duskull nearly fell down to the ground, if not for the fact that Treecko had carefully managed to grab him before that happened.

Why... was he feeling like this...? Did-... did it have something to do with what was going to happen to him and his friend...?

Still in the arms of Treecko, said Pokemon got down into a sitting position. He looked exhausted. Duskull was beginning to realize that, he, too, was feeling the same.

Exhausted and heavy... like it was difficult to move—difficult to stand—or float, in the Ghost-Type’s case.

“...We’ll be fine, Duskull.” Treecko tried to reassure his companion.

Duskull whimpered, and hugged his friend—his face against the Treecko’s chest, while he wrapped his arms around him.

Now, he was beginning to notice something something else: Specks of golden light coming off the both of them.

Were... were the two of them even beginning to glow...? With a quick glance, he knew that it was happening to the both of them, not just himself.

“I-... I don’t want this to happen, Treecko.” The terrified Duskull whimpers, his body starting to shake slightly. “I... don’t want to disappear. I don’t want us to disappear.”

“I-I’m scared... I’m so scared...”

Treecko wrapped an arm around the shaking Duskull to return the hug, while his free hand was carefully placed on top of Duskull’s head.

“Everything will be fine... I promise.”

The two of them were silent for a good while after that—both were unsure what to say, but, Duskull found his friend’s presence calming, and vise versa.

At least the two were together.

As things started to feel more... bad—more strange—Duskull looked back up at his friend. “T-T... Treecko...” The Ghost-Type muttered—he never got to say anything else to his friend.

Seconds later, the frightened Duskull was engulfed in the golden light... and was gone. Treecko frowned, placing his hands back down into his lap.

He stared down, closing his eyes. A single moment passes, before he shares the same fate...

[sincerely-sofie]

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[picopubbydawg]

pmd sona :)

[pokemon-npcs]