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Dave irritably rolled his eyes at the Poipole. "I'm sorry, who are you again?" He turned back to Celeste. "We can go check it out right now if you like. Get free of this dipshit."

Dave furrowed his brow. "I mean, I wouldn't say I was letting Squiggly poke around in my brain all that much either. Maybe Chip's just full of shit. Show me your shade?"

Dave blinked. "Huh. You sure? What do you mean, stimulation?"

Dave sighed irritably. "Checks out. No, he was just being a weird creep about Mia." He glanced at her. "Right, this is... this is Mia." "You have a blade on your head," Mia said, cocking her head curiously, reaching up with one of her scythes. "He sure does. Remember how you don't touch people...

Dave blinked as Zane motioned to leave. Had this fucking guy just... made his way through an actual apology? Without immediately putting his foot back in his mouth? ...That made it worse, honestly. Some people just lived in insane troll logic land, but no, Zane was apparently perfectly capable...

Anger and revulsion flared in his chest, a mindless Pokémon instinct eager to just kick him in the fucking face right now, but no, this creep was not worth one more second of his attention. Dave'd been called worse by more influential lunatics than this pathetic sack of shit. He'd spent enough...

Reviewed Fighting Nature.

Hey there! I'm here for Catnip, reviewing chapter one. Ah, I see you're going for relatability in the first sentence. I enjoy the opening setup scene here, showing a bit of Raskin and Sid and their interactions. It feels like a very normal human-esque roommate situation. This struck me as a...

"Excuse me?" Dave narrowed his eyes at Zane. "She's ten years old, you creep. She's not my fucking girlfriend." "The other me was ten." Dave clenched his jaw. "Yeah. Or that. She's like three hours old, you creep." Mia was staring at the Zangoose. "It happened again. There's someone else...

Dave didn't notice Zane until he suddenly sat down very close. Which was fair, he supposed; the place was pretty full. He ignored him and continued going over what'd been happening in Cibus with Mia. That is, until Zane started talking. Seriously? Seriously? Was he really going to have to deal...

Spent some two and a half further hours writing, and published a one-shot (4249 words).

Hello, everyone! This is a one-shot that I originally wrote in 2012 and have just made some significant revisions to. It means a lot to me to convey what I'm going for correctly in it, so I'd really appreciate any kind of feedback! Butterfree “Metapod, just a bit more! Hang on!” And at...

When did you first get into Pokémon? The year 2000, age ten, when my cousins foisted it upon me after I'd been determined it was stupid. What made you get into it? The aforementioned cousins made me play Yellow, and I realized quickly that oh no I kind of loved it. What captured me first was...

Dave wasn't sure exactly how Brisa planned to understand Mia through a fight. But apparently she wanted to understand. That was a hell of a step above most people. He let out a breath as he watched her go. Maybe they'd actually get along. <><><><><>

Dave had tried to go for the X-Eye Cauldron first, but everyone there was telling him they were temporarily closed in favor of this party, which, yes, they assured him, did have booze - so whatever, why not. Maybe Mia'd even find more people to challenge to fights. And so, they ended up sitting...

Mia turned immediately. Her expression didn't change, her voice remained monotone, but she cocked her head and said, "That would be nice. I've got proper scythes now. I can fight." "Mia, you--" Dave stopped. Actually... yeah. This was a world where even he went around kicking dragons in the...

Dave looked back at Brisa and the apprehensive look on her face. Fuck. Well, he was used to people not wanting to be around Mia. He clenched his teeth. "Right. See you around." Mia didn't say goodbye.

"How the fuck was I supposed to know it'd just fucking turn into--" He waved a paw agitatedly towards Not-Mia. "He said he couldn't read memories!" She? What the fuck was any of this. "Hi," said Not-Mia, only flicking her gaze toward Brisa for a second before returning to experimenting with her...

Dave was too stunned to answer, his gaze fixed on the newly-formed creature. A green light lit up in the not-Scyther's eyes, its scythes flickering to life with a similar green glow. It raised them up to look at them, tilting its head. After a moment it turned toward him. "Hi," said a voice he...

"Oh, good. Telepathy's not bothering you?" Brisa shrugged and shook her head. Speaking of... Dave looked around; where'd they put his bag? It was lying on a chair beside the bed; he fished Squiggly out of it. Dave peered at the stone, wary. It wasn't moving or doing much. Squiggly seemed to be...