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In the morning, he would leave. Of course Nate couldn't sleep. That was dodgy enough on normal nights, but now, with his thoughts always turning to tomorrow, and what would happen, and what it would be like to be thrown back into a mudkip body, oblivious, back to another impossible situation...

The house was quiet when Nate and Rocky returned, but Nate wasn't taking any chances. He poked his head into the bedroom, made sure to check the fridge. Inevitably Gengar was lurking around here somewhere, waiting for the worst possible moment to possible moment to pop up, but at least there...

Rocky knelt in the back garden of the house, peering into the crawlspace. The pansies around him were beautifully manicured, but Rocky wasn't even pretending to work on them right now. He couldn't really see the shadow, only the glow of its yellow eyes. He could hear it whimpering, though...

Nate was in the living room watching TV. Rocky could tell because his shadow was in the crawlspace at the back of the house. When Nate was in his room, it hid under the front porch instead. Rocky was kneeling in the garden behind the house, which was now immaculately weeded. He'd been there for...

Rocky perked up again when Starr suggested they could practice their fire moves. "I'm the best at fire moves!" he said brightly. "I can't make mine too hot, though. I guess maybe because my fire isn't real fire. But I bet I can get a lot better at it!" The familiar's eyes glowed smugly. That...

Rocky brightened a bit at that. "That's good! I'm glad you haven't just been fighting all the time. But..." The familiar hunched nervously again, "Maybe we could hang out sometimes, too? We could even do battling if you wanted. I like fighting." Nate was busy trying to teleport out of there...

"Well, that's good," Nate said. "I heard about the kicking ass thing and all. Got a real win streak going, don't you?" "But you're barely ever here," Rocky said, rubbing his hands slowly together, his ears drooping. "Don't you need to rest sometimes, too? I miss you. And it makes me worried."...

For some reason Nate bristled at Silver's casual remark that Karat was a mutant hybrid freak. It's not like he was wrong, exactly, but Jesus. "Dunno if you count as normal, since you're human and all. Which I guess means you're supposed to be, like, stronger than the other mewtwo, right? Once...

Nate gripped his beer tight, stung by Silver's disapproval. What, you think you're fucking better than me? "Yeah, that's got to suck," he managed to get out. "I guess, even if you can't fight against it straight up, there's still ways you could help out. Hell, even just training with the team...

"Oh, for real?" Nate said. "Guess it worked out just fine for you two, anyhow. I stole my first pokémon, too." Wait. That was a fucking weird thing to be, like, bonding over or whatever the fuck, was it? Nate to a swig of beer to cover his cringe. So Silver had started training five years ago...

Therapy? Nate's mind went immediately to Diyem's torture-therapy he'd gotten from the Overseers. It had to be a coincidence, right? Silver had just chosen to use that word. And there was no reason for the Overseers to fuck around with some random mewtwo. It had to be something else. But Silver...

Nate's stomach gave a sick lurch. "Shit, really?" he said. "I thought that Mewtwo had always been like that. Like Giovanni made him to be that way from the start."

A charizard taking on a mewtwo, huh? Nate wondered if that had ever happened in his world. The whole thing with Red and Mewtwo was super sketchy in general. Nate still had no idea how Red could ever have beat him, since the power of friendship didn't mean shit against somebody who could explode...

Starr was working on her defense, huh? Nate thought he had an idea of why that might be. Not that she'd thank him for bringing that up, especially not in front of Silver. Nate quietly followed him into the kitchen, going for a snack from the fridge himself. He hadn't realized Weavile and Gengar...

"Yeah. You've, uh, been going pretty hard at the training recently, ain't you?" Nate asked. "Makes sense, with what we got coming. But you don't want to wear yourself out too much before the whole Eien thing, right?"

Rocky had been following along behind Nate, all the commotion being much more interesting than the TV. He caught Silver's awkward glance at Starr and grinned to himself. "A colosseum fight, huh? That sounds like a great idea! I bet Starr could help you figure out somebody good for them to fight...

Nate started at the sound of the door, but it was only Starr. Right. Yeah. Think of the devil. He settled back against the couch again, taking another sip of beer. Rocky was staring at him. "What?" Nate asked. The familiar gave him a critical look. "Oh, come on. She don't exactly want to chat...

It was kind of weird, just walking down the street and ending up back home. Half an hour ago Nate had been in nightmare hell watching the mewtwo drift around menacingly, and now he was on the couch with a beer and the TV remote, Rocky curled up at the far end and complaining about the channel...

"Right, like I'm the one making this fucking weird!" Nate yelled over his shoulder. He wasn't about to stick around and continue the argument, though. Fuck this. He slammed out of the house and stormed off into the street, fuming. Well, whatever. Whatever. He had been insane to even consider...

This was so fucking stupid. What the hell was her damage? "Well ex-fucking-scuse me for thinking it might be a big deal if I didn't ask you and just invited the guy to live here without no fucking warning. I'm glad you're so chill about that shit, though. Like I was also thinking maybe we could...