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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...

"...Right. Thanks, I guess." Dave'd been by the infirmary to check on her back in Treasure Town after hearing she'd exploded (he'd ranted about Radiance to the nurses), but he hadn't stuck around. He wasn't sure if she even knew. He pushed himself to his feet and out of the bed. "Did I miss...

"...Yeah, I think I'll manage." It was kind of bizarre looking at her, honestly; even without being next to him, she was obviously like twice his size, all in one burst. With a sting in his gut he thought of Jean, how he'd just opened the door to her suddenly taller, misproportioned. But Brisa...

Dave returned to consciousness slowly, from a vague confused haze of nonsense that eventually schlorped away like water down a drain. He blinked open crusty eyelids with more effort than it should have taken. He was in a room. In a... hospital? It smelled kind of like a hospital. He shifted...

Wrote for half an hour.

Shadow Dave.

Dave crawled to his feet with a heave of effort. His entire body hurt. The Shadow hovered over him, shuddering, eyes closed. "...It was my fault they even went to the church. I told them where--" Dave froze. "What the fuck are you talking about?!" he snarled. "Who the fuck do you think you...

The tendrils of shadow twirling around Dave's body grew and twisted as he abandoned his attempt to protect Brisa. The coldness in his chest rose, and he had only the wherewithal to realize in a panicked moment that something was very wrong before it drowned him. Nobody was paying all that much...

Dave's attempt to shield Brisa shattered easily against Starr's body. The Mewtwo picked the Shinx up by the neck instead. No, no, he could-- --he could barely stay upright with exhaustion. The faint sparks of Radiance on his fur crackled vaguely as he gritted his teeth and then fizzled out...

The cold sensation in Dave's chest was heavy and unpleasant. The dragon was down but he couldn't seem to feel particularly like they'd won. His legs shook. Maple was fighting Joule. Good riddance. Would be nice if they both just killed each other. It didn't look like that was happening...