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Heya! I read the prologue for Smeargle Swap and attempted a Gulattive: No idea if that's at all close, but I hope you enjoy! What a messed-up little monster. Mini-review to go with it: big anime vibes! Very FMA. Mostly setup and intrigue; I'm interested in the boy and his messed-up memory...

Dave sighed in exasperation. "Just won't fuck off," he grumbled. "And last time I talked to Owen he made a big flowery metaphor about why I'm a particularly trashy pile of ash, so that's how that's going." Shadow winced. "That wasn't the point." "Went to therapy, too. You know that? Fugu, the...

"My ki... oh, Mia?" Dave raised his eyebrows, shaking his head. "You'd have to ask her. Dunno if she's got any interest in staying in Telum. Hell, she's probably looking forward to finally not having any parental figures telling her what to do." He paused, looking off into the middle distance...

Dave took a deep breath and accepted the calzone, biting into it and chewing it slowly. He'd miss the X-Eye's food. You know, in the hypothetical where he wasn't about to lose all memory of it. Beside him, Shadow congealed out of the air, sidled closer to Soda, laid his head on his shoulder and...

Dave blinked. He hadn't really expected Soda to agree. Guess they were doing this fucking thing. He rolled his eyes after Maple, grabbing another mozzarella stick. "Fucking gods," he agreed. "Guardian of Telum with Flesh, huh?"

No more God Squad, huh. Small victories. At least Soda seemed happy about the idea. "By the way, uh, Soda." God, this was dumb. Why had he agreed to ask. "If you felt like warming up before we fight the Blacklight, Brisa won't shut up about this idea about getting me and Starr to fight you and...

Why was Maple looking at him? Dave looked away. "It does explain a lot, doesn't it." But really, Blacklight or no, when he'd asked Maple about Soda's story, her biggest concern had been his fucking privacy. She'd revived him after his biggest fuckup and immediately just offered him a fucking...

Dave sighed. "Look, just tell him you still trust him."

Was Soda just not going to say anything? Jesus. Dave looked at Soda and silently inclined his head towards Maple. "We will be," he said. "I mean, what do you think will happen?"

Dave glanced at Soda. "Well, we've been thinking it'd be good to have Soda along for that fight."

"You've got..." Dave mimed brushing something off his head. And then half-wished he hadn't. Imagine this whole conversation playing out with Maple having half a fucking mozzarella stick sitting on her head.

Dave exhaled through his nose as Soda picked up his badge. "What could Maple say anyway? She tried to kill us while corrupted. Joule fucking did kill us, and they're still happily married, or whatever they are." He stuffed another mozzarella stick into his mouth. Took a breath. "Look, just...

Fuck. Dave sighed, rubbing his face. "Look, you want me to come with you to talk to her?"

"Who's they? What, Maple? Pop? Look, we can take whatever precautions. Breaker can check you out for anything suspicious. Hell, I can sniff around inside your head again if you want. For all we know anyone could have a secret Blacklight fragment in them, not just you. Apparently fucking Kyurem...

"I mean, you of all people would know you really don't want to get possessed by the Blacklight. You were fucked up about what it made you do for weeks." Dave chewed on his mozzarella stick, glancing at Soda. "You said you wanted to make up for it. Help clean up the mess. Right?"

Chapter 27! Get ready for a stretch of several chapters where it's very obvious that Scyther was my favorite character when I wrote this. Heads up that this is another one that heavily discusses suicide, suicidal feelings, and societal glorification of suicide. I told you this would be a...

Dave grabbed a mozzarella stick, raising an eyebrow at the portion size. That was a whole lot for one person. Had he been planning to just lock himself in his house and eat nothing but this for two days? (Or maybe he was just making more substitutes, and they all wanted some.) "Yeah. I assume...

Dave followed him, sitting down with a sigh. "Yeah, well, we're not gone just yet. Still got that final battle and all." He glanced at Soda for a reaction. "Planning to eat all that?"

At the Holding Cells, Soda was no longer there. Poffin told Dave he'd left a little while ago, was going to get mozzarella sticks. Only one thing that could mean. He found the Zoroark on the Crossroads with a takeout bag, seemingly heading home. Yeah. Good. He was recovering, wasn't he? "Hey...

Dave blinked. He was still talking like he'd gone to his literal death. What the fuck did 'decide what you wish to take to your grave with you' even mean here? Bizarre fucker. He shook his head and sighed before heading out of the library. <><><><><>