Parfait Way was pretty swank, and ordinarily not the sort of place Nate wanted to be hanging around. But there weren't all that many places in Destiny Village that
weren't all upper-class, and of course there were some houses that were sitting empty because rich people were fucking insane and whoever owned the place was presumably off in Bullshit Fantasy Alola for the winter. Nate didn't even touch the house itself, outside of snagging a few essentials; the garden shed was already like a fucking mansion and a half by his standards, and it wasn't like his little heater would be any good in a big place anyhow.
As it was, with some blankets tacked up to cut the drafts coming in through the poorly-insulated walls and a pile of cushions lifted from the house itself, the place was downright cozy. Plenty of space for one plus their psychic rock companion.
Although the way Rocky was going on, he wouldn't be content much longer. "What, you want to go check out that plains place?" Nate asked while the shade bumped insistently at one wall. "We can see about it, yeah. Only..." Only it was going to be tough. Rocky wasn't exactly blazingly fast, but then, neither was Nate. And if he couldn't keep up with the shade, well, they were both going to have a bad time. "Well, we'll see."
Nate watched while Rocky backpedaled away from the wall and made a lazy circuit of the shed, easily pushing aside empty food containers as he went. What the hell had gotten into the guy lately? Was he going to evolve or something? He wasn't sick or nothing, was he? Anytime Nate tried to reach out and see how the shade was feeling he got back a cheerful response. Apparently the guy was loving life, but that didn't mean whatever was going on with him was actually a good thing. Nate oughta visit Chip or something and see if he could sort out what was up.
Should, should, should. So much fucking stuff to do. Silver had mentioned remembering a lucario, after all, and lo and fucking behold, who'd popped up to cause trouble now? Nate ought to go follow up on that as well. And the whole DarkWhite thing, of course. It'd been real nice, the first few days after the last battle, resting up and watching battles on his badge and not giving a shit about pretty much anything. It wasn't bad, heading out to the Colosseum, trying some of the super posh restaurants he'd never be able to afford back home, just wandering the city without anything in particular to do. But shit was clearly going down out there, and it wasn't like Destiny Village was where he wanted to be spending the rest of his life anyhow. It was time to get back to work.
Rocky clattered to a halt next to Nate, spinning in place and rattling against the floor. Nate smiled and reached out to pat the shade, then drew his hand back with a frown. Rocky actually felt... warm to the touch. Maybe he'd just spent too long over by the heater. Nate reached out for another experimental poke, but Rocky rolled playfully out of reach, projecting excited thoughts at Nate.
"Ah, sorry," he said. "I'm fucking wiped." Too much talking. He must have spent upwards of an hour grilling that old "Voice of Life." "I've gotta crash. But we'll see about those plains tomorrow, huh?" After a visit to Chip's, probably. "For now I've gotta sleep."
It was actually weirdly peaceful, listening to Rocky rolling around and the wind in the pine trees that lined the yard Nate was squatting in. A lot quieter than the places he usually had to grab some shuteye. It wasn't a bad deal, really, slumming it out here. Maybe if it wasn't for Cibus' everything else, Nate could actually get used to it
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Nate woke to two huge, yellow dots looming overhead.
The dots blinked. Eyes. They were
eyes. Hanging about two inches above his own.
"Gah! What the f--?!" Nate flailed in his pile of cushions, sliding unceremoniously onto the floor.
Overhead, the eyes' owner giggled. "You're awake! Great! I was getting hungry!"
Nate scrambled to right himself, sending cushions flying, and tried to make sense of what he was seeing. Yellow eyes, dark purple face... and body... and limbs. A purple infernape weirdly hazy around the edges, with a streaming orange-flame crest and armor glowing the same reddish color. Floating in the middle of its torso was a darker clot of shadow, an irregular lump with a familiar shape. Nate stared, his mind trying to catch up with his panicked awakening. That was... "Rocky?"
"That's right!" The infernape puffed out his chest, hands on hips. "Betcha didn't know I could do this! Awesome, huh? I can talk now! And walk around! And fight, and watch TV, and pick things up, and eat. Whenever I want, I don't have to wait for you to feed me anymore. You should keep
more food around, though. You didn't even have very many berries or anything. I'm still pretty hungry. It's pretty hard making a body like this, you know!"
Nate looked, dazed, over to where his pack lay on its side, looking markedly emptier than usual. The shade had... evolved? Into an infernape? An infernape that ate all his supplies?
"Also, I can't get this thing to work," the infernape said, holding up Nate's badge. "I
know the password, but it still won't start up for me anyway! It was so boring waiting for you to wake up. I want to see what kind of TV they have here, since you're so
boring and always watch all battles." The infernape giggled, sparkling flames rippling. "Do you think they have something like
Transformozords here? Do you think they even know what a zord is? I guess all the rangers would have to be pokémon, too. That would be so weird!"
And was obsessed with shitty kids' shows?
"It's so much fun to be able to see with my own eyes now," the infernape went on. "It's really funny how different things look than they do in your memories." The infernape leaned down over Nate, grinning broadly. "I'm taller than you."
Nate pulled himself to his feet, his confusion condensing into icy certainty.
"You."
"Hmm? Oh, are you ready to go? I can carry the bag now. Isn't that great? You don't have to haul it everywhere anymore!"
"What the fuck are you doing here?!"
The infernape paused in the act of dragging the bag over, sunny smile faltering. "I don't..."
"You!
Freak. What the fuck are you doing here? How the fuck did you find me?"
The infernape's ears flattened. "I just said. I'm Rocky, remember? It's kind of confusing, but I needed to make a body, so... I looked for people you remembered, and then made one like theirs. Pretty great, right?"
"You--you were fucking around in my memories, and you decided you were going to make that--that--?"
"Well, yeah!" The infernape flashed another smile. "You kept thinking about me, so--"
"I was fucking thinking about how I never wanted to see your fucking face again, you fucking dumbass murdery piece of shit!"
The infernape jumped, spectral fur bristling. "But--"
"Get out!" Nate took a step forward, raised up as tall as he could make himself on his stubby mudkip legs, braced to charge.
The infernape glanced back over his shoulder. "Umm, why?"
"Out!" Nate spat a water gun at the infernape, which punched through its shoulder and then the wall beyond.
"Hey!" The infernape clapped a hand over the hole in his shoulder, which was already starting to fill back in with wispy purple haze. "What was that for?"
"Get out! Out! Get the fuck out!" Nate launched himself at the infernape, catching him in the leg with a headbutt. The weird purple flesh gave slightly in the face of the attack, and the infernape stumbled back.
"Ow! Stop it! What are you--
stop it!"
"Fuck off! Get the fuck out of here!" Nate kept advancing, tackling whatever parts of the infernape he could reach and soaking those he couldn't, until the infernape's back bumped up against the wall and, feeling blindly for the door while trying to fend Nate off with one foot, he managed to pull it open and fall backwards into the outdoors.
"And don't fucking come back," Nate yelled, and slammed the door shut again after him.
He turned back to the small room. breathing hard and glancing from one corner to another. He had maybe two minutes before that asshole tried to barge his way back in. Out a window, maybe?
"Can I come back in now?" The infernape's voice was slightly muffled by the door.
"Stay the fuck away from me!" Nate screamed and threw a pair of garden shears at the door.
Yeah, out the window, and then the infernape would be able to catch up to him in about two strides with those fucking long legs he had. It was a
known fucking issue. Nate dove into his pack, cursing under his breath and digging around in a desperate bid for attention. Not that there was even that much left in here after some dickweed went and ate all the seeds and berries.
"Hello?" The infernape knocked on the door.
Fuck. Okay. He needed a distraction. Nate grabbed an iron thorn from the bottom of the bag. It rolled out onto the floorboards, and Nate stood looking morosely at it for a moment, and his own reflection in its gleaming side.
Yeah, he should have seen this one coming. What the fuck did he expect? He went and fucked Rocky up, just like he'd been bound to do. No wonder the guy hated him. No wonder he decided to turn into
that. He was only getting what he deserved.
Nate reached for the iron thorn.
"What are you so mad about?" The infernape had opened the door just far enough to poke his head in. "Isn't this great? Now we can battle together and everything!"
"Stay the fuck away from me!" Nate yelled. He hurled the thorn at the infernape's face, and the shade drew back with a yelp. Nate charged while
Rocky was distracted, slipping around the door, through the infernape's legs, and off down the garden path. He just had to find a hedge or some shit. somewhere the infernape was too small to fit through. That would be enough to--
Something went tight in Nate's head and wrenched him off his feet. He toppled over on his back, ears ringing, head pounding, the sky whirling overhead. What... the fuck? Nate tried to stand up again and felt like he was going to be sick.
Rocky's face appeared overhead, blotting out the sun. "I can't leave you alone, remember?" the infernape said, smiling warmly. "We still have a psychic link!"
Nate groaned and closed his eyes. "Now come on," Rocky said from somewhere overhead. "Let's go into town! I want to see it for myself now. And meet everybody else! They're going to be so impressed. Do you think any of the other shades chose their forms yet? I bet mine is the best one!"
The best one. The
very best one. Sure. Maybe they could pay a visit to Destiny Tower. Rocky would
love to meet Arceus, and maybe Nate could convince the guy to actually kill him this time.
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