HelloYellow17
Gym Leader
- Pronouns
- She/Her
- Partners
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Wes had no idea who the hell had dragged him into that obnoxious group text. All he knew was that suddenly his phone was blowing up with notifications, and he was just about ready to throw the damn thing against the wall when a chilling text came through, informing everyone of an incident in the night.
He decided that maybe it was worth putting up with the texts after that.
A quick breakfast later, he was headed to the forest with Neo and Novo right beside him. Normally the forest would have calmed Wes’ nerves, but after that ominous text message this morning, nothing could purge the jittery anxiety that made itself known in his every movement. He tried his best to put on a good front, but there was no hiding his fear, especially not from Neo. The two brothers stayed extra close to Wes all morning, their presence offering at least a little comfort.
Another attack. Fortunately, this one had been prevented, thank gods…but it sounded like it was more dumb luck than anything. Wes knew he needed to check out the training grounds, but he’d hoped that with an early start, he could pass by the forest on the way first. Maybe…just maybe, the Celebi here was the same one in Orre. And if she recognized him, maybe she’d be willing to help…
But then his mind went to the last time he’d interacted with the mythical Pokémon, and he snorted. Who was he kidding. It would be far better if this wasn’t the same Celebi—
“Spi!”
Neo, who had been trotting just a pace ahead, suddenly stopped in his tracks and pricked his ears to the east.
Wes felt his blood run cold. “What is it?” he hissed quietly. Instinctively, he reached under his coat for his knife—
“Esp.” Neo looked back at Wes and flicked his tail. “Spi-spi.” He pointed with his nose in the direction he’d been facing, then began heading that way.
“What are you—Neo!”
Neo glanced at him over his shoulder. Novo padded up to his brother with a questioning trill, and the two chattered at each other for a moment, their body language alert but not tense...
Wes let out a breath and released his grip on the knife. Apparently whatever Neo was sensing didn’t appear to be dangerous. “Gods, don’t scare me like that,” he huffed. Neo merely responded with a smug trill.
He couldn’t help but grin a little, yet still added, “Don’t be a smartass, either.”
“Sprrr-rrrt.” Neo turned back around and resumed his trail with a cocky spring in his step. Wes snorted.
Brat.
He let Neo lead the way, side-eying every bush and branch warily. His Pokémon seemed relaxed enough, and they would definitely detect danger before he could, but…still. He couldn’t just let himself relax even if he tried.
It wasn’t long before he saw the trees thinning out ahead, followed by the glimmer of…a lake. Right, he’d almost forgotten there was a lake here. And—who was that standing by the water…?
“Espiiii?” Neo sprang from the line of trees and headed straight towards the stranger.
“Neo!” Wes hissed. What the hell, it was like he hadn’t remembered anything about their conversation last night or this morning after that text. Swearing profusely under his breath, he stumbled out from the bushes and tore after the Espeon, catching up to him and diving down to seize him by the scruff. Neo squawked and yowled, but Novo, who has kept pace with Wes, cut him off with a disapproving bark.
Wes lifted Neo up to eye level. “Swear to gods,” he breathed, “if you try that again, I’ll feed you to the kidnapper, got it?”
Neo pouted and lashed his tail. “Sprri-spi-spi, espi-spi—”
Wes didn’t hear the rest of Neo’s tantrum. He suddenly realized there was a shadow looming over the three of them as they sat crouched in the grass. He looked up—right into the alarmed face of the stranger.
Wes froze. Then, after a moment of agonizing silence, choked out a few words.
“Well, shit.”
He decided that maybe it was worth putting up with the texts after that.
A quick breakfast later, he was headed to the forest with Neo and Novo right beside him. Normally the forest would have calmed Wes’ nerves, but after that ominous text message this morning, nothing could purge the jittery anxiety that made itself known in his every movement. He tried his best to put on a good front, but there was no hiding his fear, especially not from Neo. The two brothers stayed extra close to Wes all morning, their presence offering at least a little comfort.
Another attack. Fortunately, this one had been prevented, thank gods…but it sounded like it was more dumb luck than anything. Wes knew he needed to check out the training grounds, but he’d hoped that with an early start, he could pass by the forest on the way first. Maybe…just maybe, the Celebi here was the same one in Orre. And if she recognized him, maybe she’d be willing to help…
But then his mind went to the last time he’d interacted with the mythical Pokémon, and he snorted. Who was he kidding. It would be far better if this wasn’t the same Celebi—
“Spi!”
Neo, who had been trotting just a pace ahead, suddenly stopped in his tracks and pricked his ears to the east.
Wes felt his blood run cold. “What is it?” he hissed quietly. Instinctively, he reached under his coat for his knife—
“Esp.” Neo looked back at Wes and flicked his tail. “Spi-spi.” He pointed with his nose in the direction he’d been facing, then began heading that way.
“What are you—Neo!”
Neo glanced at him over his shoulder. Novo padded up to his brother with a questioning trill, and the two chattered at each other for a moment, their body language alert but not tense...
Wes let out a breath and released his grip on the knife. Apparently whatever Neo was sensing didn’t appear to be dangerous. “Gods, don’t scare me like that,” he huffed. Neo merely responded with a smug trill.
He couldn’t help but grin a little, yet still added, “Don’t be a smartass, either.”
“Sprrr-rrrt.” Neo turned back around and resumed his trail with a cocky spring in his step. Wes snorted.
Brat.
He let Neo lead the way, side-eying every bush and branch warily. His Pokémon seemed relaxed enough, and they would definitely detect danger before he could, but…still. He couldn’t just let himself relax even if he tried.
It wasn’t long before he saw the trees thinning out ahead, followed by the glimmer of…a lake. Right, he’d almost forgotten there was a lake here. And—who was that standing by the water…?
“Espiiii?” Neo sprang from the line of trees and headed straight towards the stranger.
“Neo!” Wes hissed. What the hell, it was like he hadn’t remembered anything about their conversation last night or this morning after that text. Swearing profusely under his breath, he stumbled out from the bushes and tore after the Espeon, catching up to him and diving down to seize him by the scruff. Neo squawked and yowled, but Novo, who has kept pace with Wes, cut him off with a disapproving bark.
Wes lifted Neo up to eye level. “Swear to gods,” he breathed, “if you try that again, I’ll feed you to the kidnapper, got it?”
Neo pouted and lashed his tail. “Sprri-spi-spi, espi-spi—”
Wes didn’t hear the rest of Neo’s tantrum. He suddenly realized there was a shadow looming over the three of them as they sat crouched in the grass. He looked up—right into the alarmed face of the stranger.
Wes froze. Then, after a moment of agonizing silence, choked out a few words.
“Well, shit.”