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"Sounds about right," Nate said. "Come on, Mightyena." Mightyena glanced his way, then back to the eeveelutions. "That's good, then. Two is better than none. It sounds like you have a tough life in the world you came from, but I hope it gets better for you and you meet more humans who love...

"Yeah? Well, everybody's got to have a hobby, I guess," Nate deadpanned. He hauled back to his feet and shot a meaningful glance at Mightyena. "Feel like there's paint drying calling my name back at the hotel, though. It's been real and all." Mightyena's ears went up. "Really? Unheard of?" It...

Nate tilted his head slightly, his expression blank. "Killed a lot of people, then, have you?" "Oh?" Mightyena says. "He cares for pokémon, does he? What about the ones who don't want their trainer getting stabbed?"

Orre, again. Not surprising, given this was some kind of alternate version of Wes, but the name still put a thrill of unease through Nate nonetheless. Did his Orre have a Wes? Could it even be one of the two here on the island? Ugh. Like he didn't have bigger things to worry about. "Well...

"I mean, yeah, I kinda got that part," Nate said. "Some people might be pissed if they found somebody else where they wanted to go, but usually they'd just, you know, grumble a bit and find another spot. Or ask the other guy to leave. Polite, like. It's all this blah blah fuck you that I don't...

Nate's eyebrows rose, and he couldn't help his lips quirking up at the corners. Was this guy for real? What the hell was his deal? Nate was sure he didn't want to know. Who signed up for a rant by some nutjob who went around stabbing people for no reason? If his goal was to not go back to the...

Nate barked a laugh. "What, is that really the best you've got? At least call me a cumdumpster or a wanktoaster or some shit, put a bit of effort into it." Mightyena took a slow look between the eeveelutions and their trainer. She wasn't sure that she could trust their judgement; even if their...

Really? They were going to play this game, were they? "Okay, fine, stand there if you want, then," Nate said. He sat back down heavily on the slimy, mossy boulder. Honestly, fucking off back to the hotel room would in all respects be preferable, except that it would make this prick think he'd...

"Nice." Nate folded his arms. "I meant more like, wasn't there somebody supposed to be watching you and making sure you didn't fucking stab no other people?" Oh, right, one of the cops had gone missing. But surely they would have reassigned the other guy to... Oh, yeah. Probably they would have...

And what was coming up the path, what was setting Mightyena off, turned out to be... Wes. Nate relaxed immediately. Well, not a marauding pokémon by any means. Nate ruffled Mightyena's ears. "Hey, come on, it's just--" Mightyena let out a loud bark, and Nate flinched. "Seriously, cool it," he...

All the discussion, all the looking for clues, it all got exhausting. Not to mention the whole badly-injured-energy-drained-half-dead thing, that was also the tiniest bit tiring. Maybe Nate would have been feeling all gung-ho to track down some murderous bastard under ordinary circumstances, but...

Nate threw up an arm to shield his face from the wind spilling off the tropius' wings. Jesus. Someone was touchy. It was only a matter of seconds before she was gone completely, lost behind the dense canopy of trees. For a second Nate felt like he wanted to call out--what? "Good luck?" "Try not...

"What, alone?" Nate asked. "That'd be pretty dumb, too."

Fun? Had to be about the only person in the world who thought that. Nate couldn't tell whether he was exasperated or amused. "Glad you're having a good time," he said, "but there's scary shit out in places like this. Ain't nobody told you that? This ain't where you oughta be looking to have a...

Yeah... they hoped they could stay. And then what? Were a whole bunch of these fuckers going to show up now? Nate couldn't imagine that ending well. Look what had happened the last time a bunch of pokémon from other worlds started popping up out of nowhere. Nate wearily sized the tropius up...

Right, of course. So he was having some kind of fucked-up dream again. Or a hallucination. If it was happening again, that probably meant he was really losing it. Going out of his mind in the middle of fucking nowhere. Nate took a surreptitious look down at his hand. Still the right number of...

The world of humans. The world of humans... With the shock wearing off, Nate was feeling less faint and more pissed. "Let me guess, then," he said. "The world you're from ain't got no humans in it, am I right?"

Nate kept half an eye out for any sign of a trainer lurking around, but still there was nothing. The words really did seem to be coming from the tropius' mouth. It was cold, suddenly, in this middle-of-nowhere forest. "Another world, huh?" Nate asked, wondering if his voice really was that...

Well, it sure did look like the tropius had just talked. Nate cast another quick glance around for anyone who might be lurking in the bushes, crouched down behind a log somewhere, whatever. What was this, that thing people did with puppets to make them look like they were saying shit...

What? Was that supposed to lure him out or something? Like make him so curious he had to see? Nate stifled a groan, rubbing his face. Well, it was clearly a kid out there, anyway, trying dumb shit like that. Fucking wonderful. "Look," he said, coming out from around the tree. He was confronted...