Open and Enclosed
"Who are you?" the man in the purple hat asked you.
"Who are you?" the Chikorita asked you.
You lost your memory. You lost your memory. You lost your home. You lost your home.
Yet, you're still you, despite everything.
Or: What if the Rescue Team protagonist and Legends Arceus protagonist were the same person?
A series of parallel short stories about those two protagonists, and the similarities of their journeys.
Contains major spoilers for both Legends Arceus and PMD Rescue Team.
Open and Enclosed
You gripped onto the Pokeball, and threw it. It impacted the Oshawott, and soon, a puff of steam escaped from the ball.
For some reason, you were pretty sure Pokeballs weren’t supposed to do that.
“Great!” Laventon cheered from a bush. “I’ve never seen someone so adept with Pokeballs!”
You felt like he was exaggerating. “Heh, guess I am,” you said nonetheless. You liked Laventon, but he was confusing, with his odd Pokeballs and three Pokemon you felt didn’t belong together.
Everything was so confusing here, and you’d only been here for an hour. Or had you for longer? You couldn’t remember.
All you remembered was your name, Lidequir, and four words, instructing you.
“Seek out all Pokemon”.
That was your goal.
You shook your tail as you walked through the dungeon. It still felt foreign, but you were getting used to it by now.
“Come on! I can see the stairs up ahead!” the Chikorita who found you, Acacia, said as he trotted alongside you.
You hadn’t known him for long, only the hour that all your memories were from, but you liked him. He was nice.
You wondered what happened to those memories, why you lost them.
All you remembered was your name, Lidequir, and that you used to be a human.
And yet, that didn’t terrify you as much as you felt it should. You wondered why.
Though right now, that didn’t matter. What mattered was that there was a Pokemon in trouble!