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Nate looked like he'd just discovered his hotdog was full of spiders. It was probably too much to hope he'd ever just be fucking normal, wasn't it. Whatever. Just not insisting he was a pedophile was a very low bar, but he'd take it. "I mean, yeah. Everything in Cibus is fucking weird. It's not...

Dave'd had a long morning of attempted research at the guild library. By lunchtime he was starving and exhausted and just wanted some fucking food and sleep. He cut through Pasta Plaza, hoping to find some form of suitable quick greasy option that he could grab. Only as he looked down the...

"I'm Jean!" Jean yelled, grinning. "And a superhero team is like a group of people who are awesome together and kick the asses of the bad guys! We should do that!"

Jean waved her hands in excitement. "Gladion's in one of my favorite shows! He's so cool! In the show I don't think his partner is called Hazel, but sometimes what's on TV isn't the same as what really happened, so that's okay." Jean gasped. "You fought Team Rocket!" She let out a high-pitched...

Oh. Jean's face fell a little on realizing Hazel already had her best friend, but then perked up again. "Hazel! That's a great name! Is your friend Gladion? The company president's son?" She had a special name to be scarier? That was awesome. Different...? "Well, it's great to be a Pokémorph...

"I don't know how the foods are so similar. But a lot of things in Cibus are similar to things in other worlds for no reason. It doesn't make any sense either that they have all the same Pokémon as in our world, even ones that are just virtual or made up. It's weird." Mia watched Rocky as she...

Watching Flesh carry Blue, it was hard to tell which of them was really taking care of the other. Dave looked up at Flesh at his thanks, wondering if he'd thought it over, realized the truth of what he'd said earlier. "We'll do everything we can," he said. "See you, Flesh." <><><><><>

Chapter ten! Wherein the stakes continue to escalate. Chapter 10: The Mew Hunter Mark went down the stairs slowly. He felt incredible. Much to his dismay, he met the one person he wasn’t interested in talking to in the stairway as she came walking from the other corridor. She didn’t say...

There was a cold knot in Dave's chest. Did the Soda on the moon still remember Flesh? At this point his money was on probably no. "Yeah. He needs you." Maybe Blue really could just stick around for his sake after Prime's death, spirit mumbo-jumbo be damned. Maybe. "Should've come by here to...

Dave nodded to Green and Yellow and accompanied Blue back out towards Parfait Way. Shadow trailed behind them, quiet. "Whole thing's fucked up," he muttered, to no one in particular.

Mia picked a random assortment of toppings off the list, then morphed her scythe into a hand to hold the result. Not having proper teeth made it a bit more difficult to bite into than normal, but the taste was very much like what she remembered. "These ones are good. In our world some people are...

'Don't look too much into it'? Well, that sure implied there was more there to look into. Dave squinted at Yellow. This was obviously not a great time to get into it, though, with fucking Shadow there. And all three of them looked like they'd had about enough of this conversation. Shadow's ears...

Shadow shuddered but said nothing. "Either way," Dave said forcefully, standing up, "we've got like three different fucking plans to keep Prime alive. If none of them work, there was never a chance. You still planning on going back to see Flesh?" "I can never save anyone," Shadow said, head...

Dave stared at the wall. "Whatever. Fine. Keep your badges around and we'll let you know if we need it." He felt the barest hint of a cold tingle that he'd come to realize signified Shadow materializing. Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up-- "How would you do it?" the other Mightyena asked...

Jean gasped. "You were a Pokémon first? Not a human? They took you and..." No, she said by choice. "You got them to make you a morph?" She grinned. "Did you want to be a hero?" That made sense. Type: Null was supposed to be really strong! "But don't you want to get it off? With the right kind...

Dave clenched his jaw, hard. "What's that even mean? Tend toward recombination? What, so you could survive his death, take every precaution, stay in a cell where you can't get hurt, and then you just go recombine with his dead spirit anyway? Then what's even the fucking point?" Sometimes he...

Pasta Plaza was full of smells that were familiar, smells that Dave knew and Mia would too. A lot of grease, oil, melted cheese, sticky sweetness. She sniffed the air, teasing apart the different aromas. "I think I smell hotdogs. They're that way." She pointed her scythe towards a hotdog stand...

Mia paused as she turned her attention back to the sensations in her body. Something dark and cold that felt a little like Shadow...? She concentrated on it, narrowed her eyes and swept a scythe, producing a pulse of shadow energy that shot towards Rocky.

"Ebony! That's a pretty name!" The Sarah Hooter books had an Ebony! She was a Sneasel morph and not a Houndoom, but still. She rubbed the Houndoom's cheeks eagerly, admiring her bony horns. (Bony... like Ebony? Was that what ebony meant?) She'd never gotten to properly pet a Houndoom before! Her...

Jean could hardly contain her excitement as she looked around the field. A game full of intrigue and suspicion! And she'd been chosen to play it, along with... was that Wes from Pokémon Colosseum, coat flapping in the wind, engaged in a real fight with a... some kind of Pokémon she'd never even...