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Dave raised an eyebrow. "Right." They really were psychic, huh. Wait, was Mia psychic now? He... was going to have to talk to her about that later. "He shouldn't give hugs," said Mia. "He's quadrupedal and also has very big claws. He'd fall over or hurt them. Or both."

"Huh. Who else is staying here?"

Dave smirked. "Well, yeah, it's big. Fun fact, it's probably a whole lot bigger than you think." "How did you learn to speak, if you only have a few days of memories?" Mia was asking, at the same time. "Look, if you really want to keep pretending you can't talk, be my guest, but I'm not going...

Mia was unfazed. “That just means you’re like a baby that grew up very fast. The other me was a bit like that.”

Dave gave Soul a skeptical look. “Look, this all sounds like some wishy-washy metaphysical bullshit to me. What the fuck do you mean, you’re empty? Here you are talking to me and wringing your hands about talking to Celeste because you might fuck it up and moping about your identity issues, and...

Dealing with a blob's identity crisis was not something Dave had been preparing for. "Well, uh... if you want to pick a name, you can just do that?" He hoped to God the shade wouldn't ask for help. "Look, what does it even mean to not have an identity? I mean, okay, you don't have a name but who...

"Welcome to social interaction, bud. You can just live under a fucking rock and never talk to anyone, but if you want to do anything interesting in life it's going to have to involve other people, like it or not." Mia stopped. "I can make the same sounds the other me can. Is there another you...

Dave blinked. Mia narrowed her eyes. "That is weird. I shouldn't be able to talk." "You're in magic talking Pokémon land, Mia, just go with it. I mean, I'm a fucking Poochyena, since when do they have human vocal cords?" She frowned, dissatisfied. She started to make weird noises, testing her...

Dave jumped at the actual audible word. "Wait, what? You can talk?" Mia cocked her head. "How it it making words? It's a blob. It doesn't have vocal cords."

Huh. So not dead. Could react to stimuli. That was something. He looked up at the beep of the badge; no sooner had Celeste looked at it than he made excuses and left. He seemed all too happy to not even be present for this. Whatever. Dave squinted at the blob again. "Okay. Do you understand me...

Dave looked at the formless black blob with a rock in the middle. Fuck. It did look kind of dead. "Huh. Well..." He stepped into the room, Mia following after him. He examined the blob. Black, half-liquid. It had hatched, though. Why would it do that at all if it wasn't 'stimulated' enough to...

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...