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delicatechildwitch · 11 days

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Spores be upon yeeeee

Donatello stared as his latest customer left, happy with their new item. As expected, his friendship bracelets were popular. He pulls out his cell phone to text his success to Casey Junior. He switches to his conversation with Mikey, but before he could ask him to make more candies for his stall, a new customer walks up. Or ... Floats?

Not one to judge potential customers, Donatello turns to the hand, and tries to sound like the kid he appeared to be. "Enjoying the competition? I have souvenirs if you want them, snacks if you're hungry. It's all for affordable prices."

The hand flicks blue dust in his face, and Donatello rears back, falling off his chair.

He woke up, still in his cell. His ninpo shuddered, as something within his very soul took him apart.

"Stop fighting it." Krang One says, "Sooner or later, your soul will belong to us."

A chill runs down Don's spine. Already, he felt the bloodlust, the coldness in his soul. He wouldn't last much longer.

"Stubborn." The Krang whispers. "It won't last long."

And then he was gone.

And then he was many.

He was Krang.

He stood before his brothers, and held out a hand, forming a weapon around it. A gun, like what those useless humans and yokai liked to use. He aims it for Leonardo's head and squeezed the trigger.

"Donatello!" Michelangelo exclaimed. The name wasn't familiar. He wasn't Donatello. He was a Krang. He was-

"Donatello!" Michelangelo says again. The voice wasn't right. Too young. Too ...

"Uncle Tello!" The voice screams, and Donatello looks over to find Casey Junior next to him.

He was in a large room. People milled about, some looking at him from nearby. There was a bin of t-shirts next to him, knocked over.

"You're okay. You're safe." Casey says, putting his hand on Don's shoulder.

"You should kill me." Donatello whispers. "It's still there. I'm still a threat." Any moment the Krang would consume him. Use his soul as a template for weapons. Just like they did with Raph.

Casey pulls his hand away as if he was burnt. "Not again."

"Casey, I can't-"

"I can't!" Casey almost sobs out the words. "I-"

Don watches as Casey breaks down sobbing, covering his mouth.

After a second, Donatello pulls the kid into a hug. "Hey. I'm sorry. It's a big ask."

"I keep doing this. I keep almost killing people."

"No!" Donatello says, perhaps too forcefully. "Case, you're a healer. A healer in a bad situation, but you don't kill people."

Casey looks like he has more to say, but he keeps it in, wrapping his arms around himself as if to keep himself together.

Donatello wonders if he should pry. Or comfort. He wishes he could just fix the problem, but he was the problem here.

"You don't have to worry about the Krang anymore, Unc- Donatello."

He trails off. Casey offers him a flat smile. "You were hallucinating. I understand."

Don winces. Did he screw up? Was that why he wasn't calling him Uncle anymore? Still, he can feel his brain beginning to un-fog. He realized his soul didn't feel cold and his ninpo felt like his own. "I- Right. Uh, I am sorry. For ... For suggesting you ..."

Donatello shudders, trying to push away the residual brain fog. Trying to push away the memories.

"I suppose we should clean up." He says, brushing himself off and trying not to act unsettled.

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softquietsteadylove · 10 months

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A very rare Pokémon accidentally (gets spooked) poisons Gil, while he observed it and took some notes. and because this Pokémon is usually not here the berries and medication in the poke Centre are not helping him. Thena sees his notes and tries to find a antidote for him, while Gil’s health gets worse and worse by every hour!

It’s time for some drama and angst 😳

Thena ran her hand over the crescent moon in Teddiursa's fur. He was finally asleep after a harrowing couple of hours. She couldn't blame him for being upset, of course. He had been a mess of tears when Gil came into the medical wing for poisoning.

She had been at the ranger centre already to check in on her little cub, busy on a day of junior ranger duties. They had both been told that Gil was on the way back from the field with an undetermined cause of poisoning.

Dragonite had brought him in, carrying him in its arms and letting out distressed moans like a suffering Wailord. It hadn't seen what poisoned Gil; they didn't know if it was a pokemon, a plant, some kind of spore, a latent effect, an attack etc.

"Chansey," the nurse tending to Gil turned to her. The doctors had done all they could, and the Chansey and Blissey and Audino were administering antidotes and psn cures and pecha berries every half hour. They had even turned to using Heal Bell and Calm Mind on him, but nothing seemed to be working.

If anything, he just kept getting worse.

"Thank you," Thena whispered, nodding to the Chansey on its way to attend to the rest of the patients in the medical wing. Gil was privileged to have a private room, and she was grateful for it.

She stood, leaning over him to look at the continual damage the poison was doing. His lips had a bluish undertone, his skin was pale and sallow despite his high fever. The only reason his face wasn't contorted in pain was because he was sedated so heavily by not only medication but she had even asked Gallade to use Hypnosis on him.

"Oh, Gil," she whispered, tucking her hair behind her ear as she ran her free hand over his cheek, around his oxygen mask. She leaned forward to press a kiss to his cheek.

"Teddi?"

"I'm sorry, Luvdisc," she whispered as Teddiursa turned to look at her, rubbing at its eyes. He was tucked into Gil's side. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"Ted?" he looked up at her with watery eyes.

"No, I'm afraid not," she sighed. Teddi looked at Gil and then up at her, holding out his paws to be picked up. "Oh, come here."

Teddiursa had actually put on a very brave front when Gil had first arrived in his condition. He was a junior ranger, after all, and so followed procedure. He notified the rest of his team, checked in with Dragonite, informed the scouting team of the approximate region where it happened.

Only when Thena had brought him in with her to see Gil had he broken down into tears, wailing into her shoulder.

She had told him he was being a very brave little bear. But every time she thought it, she dreaded to think that she might have to tell him that more and more. She might even be the only one to ever call him that from now on...

"Teddi," he turned his face from her shoulder to look at her, swiping his paw pads - careful of his long claws - against her cheeks. "Ted-Teddi."

Thena sniffled, letting him brush her tears away, "thank you, darling. I'm sorry, I won't cry."

"Teddiursa."

"You're right, he will be," she agreed, no matter how out of reach that optimism truly was for her at the moment. She picked up Gil's notebook again.

They had all scoured it, looking for any clues as to what could have caused this. His condition was worsening because they couldn't narrow down the effectiveness of a cure. They needed more information.

His ranger team couldn't make heads or tails of his notes, turning to canvasing the whole route where he had been and collecting all the samples they could. Dragonite was heading that team, all of them with the case details in their ranger dexes.

Dragonite had left Thena the actual notebook, determined that if anyone had a chance of deciphering them, it was her.

Thena unfolded the little notebook again with a sigh. They had at least narrowed down the particular route within the valley where he was. He had drawn some truly horrendous pine trees, and a few blobs they had determined to be Oddish and Gloom. All of his notes were such a loose stream of consciousness, they weren't very coherent.

wild flowers!--pick some for Thena

Thena sniffled again but blinked her tears away. They weren't helping anyone.

There were a few musical notes drawn in the corner. The rangers had discussed which bird pokemon they could be referencing, but she had said that he would have just drawn the pokemon if that were the case. She was willing to bet that it meant it was windy wherever it was.

Pine trees and a lot of wind - as well as dense enough forest for Oddish and Gloom - indicated the north eastern cliffs, housing a lot of grass and bug pokemon.

someone DROPPED in to see me!

Gil loved silly jokes like that. They were stupid, and dumb, and by all the legends alive did she love them. She hated the idea that she would never get to tell him that.

Was it a Spinarak? Or even bigger--an Ariados? He hadn't been bitten, though. Maybe it was a poison sting, but they couldn't find any actual barbs in his skin when scanning him. Maybe it was toxic, but he wouldn't be incapacitated, he would be shaky and sick to his stomach and flushed with fever.

"Dropped in," she sighed, looking over the last filled out page again, and again and again. She hadn't stopped looking at it, until she was so frustrated that she wanted to start screaming.

There was a little drawing in the corner that looked like...well, it could look like anything. It could be a tomato berry, or a colbur or a babiri berry, for that matter. But they wouldn't be in that location, let alone high enough to fall on him. The little bumpy ball could be a Cascoon/Silcoon, a Ferroseed--even a Koffing or a Whirlipede would make some sense. Honestly, it could be a terribly drawn Quilfish or Goomy, they were desperate enough.

"Dropped in," she repeated again, running her thumb along the drawing he had made on the side of the page in the margins. It just looked like a blob on a stick, really--like a cattail blowing in the wind.

Dropped in; something had fallen down and spooked him, or he had spooked it. He had been able to write that note down, and sketch the thing before it attacked him, or he touched it, or whatever had happened. It wasn't Poison Sting, or Toxic, or even Pin Missile. All of those would have physical evidence on him.

What if it was something that dissolved?

Thena stood and leaned over him again. She tilted her head this way and that, looking for small details--constricted veins, bloodshot eyes, signs she could recognise when her pokemon experienced them. She run her thumb along his bluish lip before pulling his mouth open just a little. "Purplish tongue."

"Teddi?" Teddiursa rose from where he had been leaning against her in her visitors chair.

She opened the book, angling the drawing as right side up as she could guess it was drawn. "What does that look like to you, sweetheart?"

"Ted?"

"Please, honey, just think," she encouraged, ruffling the fur between its ears. "If you saw this pokemon, what would it be?"

Teddiursa made a face. It wasn't like any pokemon it could remember seeing. "Teeeeeeeeeeed..."

Thena stayed crouched down, holding out the picture, "I think it's a bug, or at least a poison type. I don't think it attacked him--I think it was a defense mechanism. Maybe he tried to pick it up and it had effect spore?"

"Ted-Ted," the little bear tilted its head at the funny drawing. He was trying to determine if it was hanging down or standing up. "Teddi?"

"A what?"

Teddiursa jumped down from the chair, mimicking first a little ball, and then splaying out his paws and claws and flailing them. "Teddi!"

"Drops from the trees," Thena narrated as she tried to extrapolate what pokemon Teddiursa was describing purely from young memory. "It's a ball?"

"Ted!" he waved his paws around again.

"But when it drops, it opens up," she guessed, and he pointed a claw at her. "So it's not a Ferroseed, or even connected to a Ferrothorn."

"Teddi!" he continued, now spinning around on his paw.

"Spins," she groaned, searching through every pokemon she could think of in her mind. Kids these days had it so easy with their pokedexes right in their pockets or on their wrists. "A little ball that drops down and spins...spins?--Rapid Spin?"

"Teddi! Teddi...ursa!" her little cub described, miming and Explosion.

It used Explosion and Self-Destruct. They weren't looking for a poison barb, they were looking for a defensive pokemon. One that didn't have much attack power and relied on high trees for its habitat. It dropped down when frightened and could only defend itself in close proximity (no limbs).

Thena reached for Gil's ranger gear, calling Dragonite. "It's a Pineco!"

It asked if she was sure, which she could understand.

"It's a Pineco--it dropped out of a tree when he found it," she continued, looking at the drawing that was now so obvious: it was a bagworm. The little blob was the Pineco itself, but the other drawing was because Pineco wasn't the pine cone pokemon, it was the Bagworm pokemon. "Sometimes they can know Toxic Spikes when they're young. Toxic Spikes are proximity based, and they dissolve into the skin once they've made contact."

Dragonite let out a roar on his end, directing the rangers with it to the area with Pineco in the trees. It let out a softer howl to her before signing off.

Thena dropped her head, letting her tears fall freely. They had an answer--it wasn't a solution yet, but it was a hell of a lot closer. "Thank Arceus, thank Celebi, thank anyone out there."

"Teddi?" her little cub latched onto her ankle as she hunched over Gil's bed.

She sniffled and smiled, picking up her little bear and pressing kisses to his furry cheek. "You deserve the medal of honour, you brilliant bear, you."

"Teddiursa!" the cub laughed as she tickled him. He didn't know what he had done, but he was glad to see her tears fade.

"Audino?" the nurse for the next treatment poked its head in.

"Please," Thena waved in the Hearing Pokemon. "I just called Dragonite's team. I think it was a Pineco with Toxic Spikes that did this."

"Aud!" the nurse gasped, its ears fluttering and snapping its fingers(?) at the realisation.

"It makes sense, right?" Thena sighed, to which the medical assistant agreed. She nodded, "Dragonite will be back with a sample as soon as possible. But if we know it was Toxic Spikes, then-"

"Aud-Audino," the nurse assured her that they could use a more specified - effective - treatment, even before they started synthesizing the antidote. It went to Gil's equipment, making a few adjustments to certain levels of things (whatever they were). "Aud!"

"Thank you," Thena nodded as the pink pokemon left to alert her colleagues to the situation. Thena leaned all the way over the bed, pressing her tears into the shoulder of Gil's shirt. "Thank Eternatus you're okay."

Gil's eyes fluttered.

"Sh, sh," Thena cooed, not wanting to wake him if he was just going to feel awful.

He blinked at her, "hey."

Thena blinked as tears started streaming from her eyes again. "Hey."

Gil moved his eyes around a little (the most movement he could muster at the moment). "Is...am I dying?"

Thena shook her head, kissing his forehead, "not anymore."

#Thenamesh Pokemon AU #poor Gil #we really do put him through it here #but never fear #we're all about happy endings #you know this about me #I was going through all the possibilities of how this might happen #I kind of wanted Pineco to have effect spore #but the only ability any Pineco can have is sturdy so...I guess #but it can know toxic spikes as an egg move #did I look up all that for this? yes #did literally anyone on earth ask? no #does anyone care? absolutely not #but I am not going to be out here misrepresenting pokemon science #Dragonite makes is back and just sits beside Gil's bed and sobs the whole time #because they're both big sensitive boys #Once Dragonite has calmed down at least a little he also falls asleep against Thena for comfort #Teddiursa is just a little bit miffed #this is HIS Mama excuse you dragon #but she lets Dragonite lay his head on her lap while Teddi is cradled in her arms #it works #That's the super cute family pic Gil wakes up to and then snaps #with his tablet #like a dad at graduation #he thinks it's a super cute picture while Thena is like please don't find this incredibly harrowing experience so funny

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