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Jesse stared at the screen, one eye twitching, tail stiff. "You bastards," he hissed through clenched teeth. "I didn't mean... She wasn't— ...you have no idea how it happened. How fuckin' dare you."

"Believe it or not, I've done all of those. Not necessarily as dates, mind. I'm more of a candlelit dinner fella myself. Or campin' out under the stars is good." He grinned drily. Of course the manic little devil was an adrenaline junkie. "I... I guess?" Jesse said to the screen. "Sure." He...

"Holy shit," muttered Jesse under his breath, one paw moving to a wand at his belt. Well, they had a prime suspect for the fucking murder right here. "Never have I ever what?" he asked, perplexed by the sentence fragment.

"I'm not a fuckin' bachelor," barked Jesse. "I been married damn near twenty fuckin' years, fer all the good it's done me. Ah, damn it, whatever." He straightened up, adjusted his hat and his jacket, and brushed off his arm and cheek fur. "I know I ain't much t'look at, and I am married, but...

Jesse paused his patrol of the super-location to offer the oshawott a firm handshake. "Ranger Delphox Jesse Stranger at yer service, fella," he said, his voice somewhere between 'grim' and 'irreverant'. "Former human, saved my world a couple times, really just wanna get home. You shapin' up...

Jesse almost reflexively spat up the same tired arguments he'd been using for years, and instead bit his tongue. "Seems I never will be," he said, drily. "Very well. So long at battles are all it is." At least it sounded like Brisa was handling herself. Of course she was. Really, he ought to be...

...so. This little shit had met Brisa. And that... that was how she'd taken his absence. Of course. It only made sense. He'd wondered many times how she might have rationalised his departure and failure to return, and he'd somehow always known. It just... didn't make it any less painful to find...

Brisa—! "The fuck d'you have to do with my kid?" snarled Jesse. "Did you hurt Brisa? Is she safe?" Don't get mad. Don't get scared. Stay focused. Gotta find a way out of this situation. Gotta get home.

The growl in Jesse's throat kept rising. "Fuckin' get him to report in, then," he snapped. Jesse's paws twitched, a prickling numbness was spreading over his body, and he clenched his jaw. Fucking bastards. He looked over at the oshawott breathing heavily over in a corner. At least anger was...

"Special Agent Squirt is fuckin' dead," snarled Jesse in the direction of the device. "You placed a child in a room full of strangers and a murderer, and now his spiritual essence is, and I quote, 'eviscerated'. Fuck you, you incompetent, negligent motherfuckers."

"Sweetheart, this might just be the strangest flirtin' I ever received. But if'n you're serious, get it over with and we'll find out how ya know me." Jesse eyed the budding drama surrounding Squirt's loose items of clothing with a raised brow, and very quickly put several pieces of information...

Jesse shooed away the little shit nipping at his ear. "Darlin', I'm flattered, but I'm a married man," he quipped. "Anyone here familiar with these doohickeys?" he asked, hopefully. Maybe someone would set the damn thing up, see what came of it.

So the kid was no ordinary squirtle. And... a deity was present. And this was a simulation to investigate a transdimensional murder. Or else a fever dream, that was still looking pretty likely. Well clearly the fucking palkia was the obvious suspect. It wasn't as if Jesse could go around...

Jesse returned with some bottles of spirits, in which he was already making a dent. Fuck, that was better. "So," he said to the room in general. "Guess we got ourselves a fuckin' party to have. Howdy y'all, I'm Jesse, and maybe the rest of you fine people have similarly scarce supposition to...

Well, that all fucking tracked well enough, and the upside of this fucking situation was maybe Jesse would actually get to enjoy himself for five minutes if he could turn his fucking brain off long enough. Drinks would help with that. Maybe if he couldn't read minds here, he also wouldn't...

Jesse blinked at the kid's formal and articulate rejection of that psychic motherfucker's bad vibes. Sounded like terms and conditions, fuckin' lawyer-speak. Gods. What the fuck. Who was this fucking kid? "Parties, huh? Uh, I don't really go to parties so much, kid. I don't rightly know why...

Okay, time to start asking questions. And try not to swear in front of the kid. How old was the little fucker, anyway? Like, ten? Ten years old? He didn't fucking know, gods. "Okay, Squirt. So this Committee, they have some kinda particular interest in you, huh. How come they're goin' to the...

What the complete and utter fuck was this. Jesse looked around the whole of the mountain, pacing from location to location in the blink of an eye, his whole body a furious scowl of discontent. His body... he was still a delphox, even though there were humans on that television and some kind of...

This review written to fulfill a BLEC prize for Blacklight. Hey, Neb! This was certainly a good read. This fic is a good example of what I'm starting to identify as Nebbycore: pokémon as people, the needs and abilities of nonhuman people living in a human society, highly introspective, the...

This chapter is a strong opening to the fic, with strong opening paragraphs that set the mood and provide plenty of worldbuilding elements in a way that is economical with wordcount and renders Natalie an interesting, sympathetic protagonist in short order. There's a good balance struck here...