Fusion
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Prologue
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"Wh… Where…"
My body ached, as if I had just woken up. It felt like my body was made entirely of static. I tried to move, but nothing really… happened. Kinda like sleep paralysis, but sorta… not? Like, I was able to move, but I didn't feel any of it.
I groggily opened my eyes, but I saw nothing. Nothing but the stars in the night sky. At least that's what I thought I was looking at, seeing the little specks of little twinkle in a vast nothingness. No sun, no light, and looking down… no body.
As it slowly dawned on me that I have no idea where I was, panicking started to feel like a very good idea. I was just… floating in space! Alone! W-Without a body?! But I still felt kinda tired and like… what?!
"Oh? You're finally awake..."
I'm… not alone..? Just to make sure, I looked around again. Nothing, just like before…
How would someone test themselves for insanity? I mean, it couldn't be all that hard to confirm, seeing how I'm almost entirely positive that hearing voices when you are alone is a pretty damn clear sign.
"You have many questions... But I cannot help you answer them..."
The voice sounded like it was coming from everywhere at once, yet for some reason I decided to stare forward when I first spoke to it. That felt the most convenient and least disorientating. "...What?" I blinked, or… tried to at least. "Why not?"
"It's... complicated..."
Very helpful. "Alright then... What can you tell me?"
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The voice grew silent. A moment passed, then another, and I started to get restless. "Hey! Are you still there?" I shout into the void. "Hello?!"
"I need you to answer some questions, first..."
"What took you so long? Did you have to go find them or something?" I joked.
"N-No..."
Ok, wow. That voice actually stammered. Was that or was that not immediate confirmation that they actually did go look for something? From the sounds of it, this thing was waiting for me. And with however long I was out, you'd think they'd be ready by now "Fine, shoot. I don't have anything better to do."
"How would you respond to the end of your own mortality?"
"...Excuse me, what?" Maybe I didn't hear them correctly? It kinda sounded like I was just asked how I'd react to being dead. "Come again?"
"It's not as weird a question as you think it is... Now, your answer?"
I felt the need to retort, because that was so obviously a strange question to ask, but couldn't really… come up with anything the more I thought about it. It is just a question, after all. An icebreaker. A really morbid one, but an icebreaker nonetheless. "Uh, I dunno. I guess I'd be pretty bummed out about it."
A thought crossed my mind, one I would have been much happier not having. "Wait... you're not gonna tell me I'm dead, are you?"
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"Oh my god..." Alright, there's no reason to panic. Maybe I'm just having a really weird dream? Like one that's kinda surreal in a subdued way but still strange enough to be off putting? Don't people usually wake up from those dreams when they realize they're dreaming, though? I should be waking up any second now then!
Aaaaany second now…
…
A-Any second now?
"This isn't a dream, you know..."
"You aren't helping!" I barked. If I had lungs I'd be hyperventilating, and sweating, and probably laying in the fetal position in whatever could work as a corner.
"Alright, look. You're dead, there's nothing you can do about it now. Everybody dies! Big deal."
"YOU'RE one to talk! You aren't dead…" Well there's no way I could know that so like… "Probably."
"Yes, I am... Technically speaking."
"T-TECHNICALLY?!" That's another point in the "I'm definitely dreaming and need to wake up" column.
"Look, we're getting nowhere. We both have places to be and things to get done. So how about you try to get over it and answer my other questions?"
The voice, although blunt, had a point. A very morbid point, but a point nonetheless… Did I say that already? Whatever, I'm dead. I am dead. Just like that voice said, I'm dead. Deceased. Six feet under. Grabbed the bull by the horns, with my teeth. Kicked the bucket. Got in a fight with a t-rex. I'm dead.
"...You're still caught up on the whole being dead bit, aren't you."
"Cut me some slack! Do you honestly expect me to just move past the fact that I am dead?! Really?!" One of us was being unreasonable, and I would be damned to admit it was me.
"Why does this always happen? Almost every time one of you comes here, you're so full of yourself that you can't get over your own death? I've been dead for longer than anything that has ever existed! Both technically and literally..."
"You… know that makes absolutely no sense, right? Maybe I really am dreaming..." I sighed. If I still had my hands, I'd have facepalmed by now. "Just... let's get this over with..."
"Finally! Eh hem... Now... if you saw a total stranger collapsed on the floor, and you couldn't tell if they were still breathing, what would you do?"
"Is death and the possibility of death your favorite topic?" I asked. Silence. Guess that voice was serious about me answering their questions, huh? I let out a sigh and play along, I already agreed to do it, and it really doesn't like I can't so I might as well. "I'd look for help, obviously."
"How incredibly generic, and yet a stance not shared by most of you."
Most of… me? Or was that the plural you? "I'm not understanding any of your cryptic nonsense, but I feel like if I don't ask for an elaboration, I'll wake up sooner."
"Ok, rude... Alright, one of your friends has gotten into trouble. It's not unusual for them, in fact they quite often bring you into trouble too, but this time they've bitten off more than they can chew. Would you help them?"
"They're my friend, aren't they? Of course I'm gonna help them out! It probably wasn't even his fault!" I replied sincerely.
"Interesting... Onto the next, then. You and someone who dislikes you have gotten into quite a bad situation. It's likely that if you were to separate, one of you would certainly meet a gruesome fate. This other individual is adamant on getting as far away from you as possible. Would you try to assist them?"
These were pretty specific questions, right? "I mean... yeah? Just because they don't like me, doesn't mean I'll just… let them die. I'm not crazy," I said. "Although honestly, this whole thing's making me consider if that's true or not..."
"You would really go out of your way to protect someone that you know doesn't want any part of you?"
"I already said yes! I'm not gonna change my mind because you clarified something you just said."
"Really? No matter what?"
"Yes! Hating me doesn't mean they should just-"
"Even if they would cause your death in the future?"
"..." I'm pretty sure I heard the voice clearly, but for the sake of being absolutely sure I did… "E-Excuse me..?"
"If they would turn out to be the cause of your death... Would you still save them?"
"I-I..." Well this was certainly taking a bit more of a surreal turn. I uh… wasn't ready for something like that question, it feels like. "Y-Yes... I wouldn't know at the time, so-"
"But what if you did?"
"Wh-What?"
"In fact, let's spice this question up a bit. What if this was that friend of yours? The one that always gets into trouble? Hell, what if it was ALL your friends?"
"U-Um-"
"What would you do if you were the reason you all were in this bad situation in the first place?"
The voice was barely giving me a moment to speak or think. It started to echo and ring in my head, and my vision began to blur. Which is real damn creepy when, as far as I know, I don't have either of those.
"What if this bad situation had EVERYTHING on the line? What if you knew that? What if you knew you had to give up your friends for the sake of EVERYTHING!"
"S-Stop!" I cried out, but the voice ignored me.
"What if, by letting those close to you live, you instead sentence them to a life of misery?! By allowing them to continue on, and by allowing YOURSELF to do the same, you brought upon them a fate worse than-"
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" I shouted, thankfully cutting the voice short. My heart would have been racing... if I had one… "P-Please..."
"...I'm sorry... We-I... get too carried away sometimes... I understand what you're going through, and I'm not helping you in the slightest... I'll give you two more questions, they'll be a lot easier on you..."
"Th-Thank you..." I started to calm down.
"And... if you'll like... I can get rid of those questions I threw at you..."
"Maybe... I mean, they're just questions, after all... Hehe..." I don't bother asking what the voice even meant by that. The less I ask the quicker we can get this over with.
"Ok... Would you risk everything for the betterment of others?"
"I think I would…" I paused for a second, thinking it over. Nothing really came to mind, which felt odd. After a moment or so, I looked up to where the Voice could have been, asking, "What would you do?"
"This… This is the first time one of you turned a question back on me like this. Or at all, really."
The voice chuckled to itself, and muttered something under its breath. Seeing how it feels like its coming from everywhere, it's almost aggravating how I missed what it just said.
"How much would my answer affect yours?"
"I'm dunno... it might shift my way of thinking a bit... but I don't think it would really change it," I replied, then took another moment to think. An answer finally came to me. I would have snapped but, well, you know. "Actually, I think I would risk everything, in this hypothetical situation. Especially If I was given a second chance. I already died once, and if I knew that, I think I'd easily give that up for somebody else..."
"Really? Huh… forgive me, but I don't think I've met anything like you in… ages. Willing to risk themselves for others, regardless of how many times they might have done it already... You're quite admirable, in that sense..."
"Thanks, I guess? Now, what about your answer?" I metaphorically poked at the voice. Somehow, I felt like I was way off in my non-existent poking.
"What if my answer was swayed by your near outlandish way of thinking? How can you tell I didn't change mine because of how you answered?"
"I think you'd still answer honestly. For some reason... it feels like I can trust you to tell the truth..." A strange thought crossed my mind. The voice probably wasn't going to answer it, but I still felt I had to ask. "Who... Who are you?"
"Hmhmhm... Don't worry about that yet. I still have one last question."
"Oh, right." They weren't gonna tell me, were they?
"What would it take for you to date a guy?"
"..." That settled it, this thing is nuts. First it talks about nothing but DEATH, and now it's asking me if I would GO ON A DATE WITH ANOTHER GUY?!
"Oh please, you're overreacting."
"OVERRE- BITCH. You're asking me to question my mortality, AND the deaths of others, then finish that up with what could actually be the absolute FURTHEST THING FROM THAT."
"Aren't you feeling less depressed about all the death stuff?"
"I mean... yes. But that doesn't-"
"Good, that's what I was going for."
"..." There's no questioning it now... this is some manic fever dream I'm having, and I'm not sure if it's gonna get worse... With a defeated sigh, I chuckle and relax a bit. "I don't think I'm ever going to understand you, but thanks... and sorry for calling you a bitch."
"Oh, just for that, you actually have to answer the question now."
"Wha- Goddamnit, I'm sorry! Is that not enough?!" If I had a body, I'd be on my knees begging to not answer such an embarrassing question. Ok, maybe not on my knees.
"Nope, too bad... Answer the question."
"Uhhhggg..." I groaned, a feeling of heat rushing to what would be my face. "W-Well... I've never been against it... but I've never thought about it before... M-Maybe somebody smart, but not arrogant because of it... And he'd have to be handsome... and sharp... a-and strong... Stronger than me, I guess. And a good hugger, and resourceful... I'd like him to be quick on his feet, and to hold himself high, but not too high..."
"Alright, please contain yourself. I wasn't planning on you getting so into it. Whatever, I've been long dead so who am I to judge? Oh wait... that's my job."
"You... have a job?"
"Yep! In fact, as The Judge, I judge you to be worthy of another chance at life!"
I feel like I'm getting pranked again. Some part of me just feels like this is another joke. To be fair, we are a couple of disembodied voices in the void of space, so I guess anything would be par for the course. But another chance at living..?
"Your skepticism is very justified! But I promise on my eternal existence as a Judgmental Voice, that I am not pranking you! Those questions, however blunt and questionable as they were, was actually a test of your character! In fact, our entire conversation was nothing but a test! Don't worry though, everything I said was true, we both are indeed dead and I feel I can't stress enough that I am granting you another life, so there's that. Anyway, I deem you the selfless, heroic, responsible archetype! Those like you are noted for having a strong body and a strong mind, but the strongest part about you is your adamant will! Practically nothing is strong enough to deter you from the path ahead, even if it's incredibly difficult and may or may not lead to you injuring yourself along the way!"
Wow, alright, that was a lot to take in… "You say that like it's supposed to be bad, but you sound pretty happy at the same time. I also don't like the whole, 'may or may not lead to you injuring yourself' part."
"Listen, I'm gonna not lie, it's nice to meet someone like you. It's new! It's fresh! It's got a high chance of unforeseen consequences, and it's refreshing!"
"Are you trying to not sell me on this? You're painting a pretty dark picture for something described as 'heroic'."
"That's because it is, but don't think about that now! Anyway, I have something for you! A parting gift!"
A sudden flash of light blinded me, I instinctively try to block it, but uh... no body to block with... As the light grows in size, it creates a floor, flowing with different colors that stretch as far as I can see. The light is warm, comforting, and after a while I'm able to look at it painlessly. I take a few steps towards it's center, but stop a few steps before reaching it.
"Hey... I know this wasn't that long, and I know it was basically just business for you, but... can I call you a friend?"
"Friend? With how much I brought up 'friends' and 'death' in the same sentence, I'd think you wouldn't be able to see that word and think positively about it."
"Nah, friends are more important to me than the concept of death. God, it feels weird to just casually say that..." I shuddered. "A-Anyway, I think this experience between us should be enough for us to be friends, right?"
"..."
The silence was almost uncharacteristic for the voice. I guess I wouldn't know that for certain just yet, but with how much it talked at the end of its questioning of me, I dunno…
"Honestly… Why would that matter? How would us being friends benefit you? I'm not declining your offer outright, but why would you care to ask such a thing?"
"It kinda just seems like the right thing to do…" I shrugged. We sat in silence for a moment; I assumed we're both thinking this over. I know I was, since I was kinda hoping the voice would say yes. "So… friends?"
"...We'll see where this new life of yours takes you, first."
That was good enough for me! "Wait, we? You mean you're gonna be watching me, or are you coming with?" Asking that question allowed another one I've been ignoring to pop into mind. Before I'm able to ask it, the voice turns my own question back on me.
"What do you think this place is?"
"If you could answer that, wouldn't you have told me already?"
"Maybe I like having the choice to say I can't answer something…"
"Just letting you know, you're real odd. It's like trying to get a read on kid hyped up on sugar," I let out a sigh and faced the object in the light, letting my eyes adjust to it again. "Alright, enough stalling, what is this thing?"
"It's a special object, created for those with certain personality traits. It's different for whoever is lucky enough to acquire it. For you… it seems to be an armband. Since it's tailored for you, I am uncertain of its capabilities. I can say that it will assist in your journey, and it'll look pretty awesome at the same time."
"Cool. So do I just…" I act like I'm extending my arm towards the light, and it suddenly grips onto me. An armband floats out of the light and blue flames shoot out from within it. The flames start to burn me, creating an arm and crawling up it. Everywhere the fire spread, more of my new body formed from it's flames. I had a snout, and fur, and a tail! I touched my mouth and was poked by sharp fangs, and I looked down to see paws attached to my legs and my arms. The burn of the heat was exhilarating, and the feeling of having a body was comforting; I felt like myself again.
Right as I thought it was done, a sudden heft overcame my chest and my arms, then spikes popped out of my chest and the back of my hands, er… paws. After the flames dissipated, the armband snapped to my right arm, stretching and tightening itself around it. Blue, red, and green flames flashed along the band, burning their dance into it.
"The body you reside in is that of a Lucario. They're known for being as tough as steel, and the only thing stronger than that is their resolve. When it comes to physical strength and agility, Lucario's are hardly ever outmatched, which is mostly thanks to their innate ability to draw upon and effectively use Aura. They're the perfect example of an adamant being; once they decide on a course of action, not even an army can stop them."
"Wow, they sound incredible!"
"They tend to be the most remarkable Pokemon in any given place, yes. Oh, right, that reminds me…"
The voice seemingly vanished for a bit, then suddenly cleared its throat and started back up again.
"It would seem I forgot to mention… Your new body has a condition tied to it. The world you'll return to will be in grave danger and you'll have to protect it."
"..." I pinch the bridge of my snout and groan. "How, exactly, did that slip your mind?"
"I was caught in the heat of the moment."
"The heat of the mo- You know what… whatever. I accept."
"R-Really? I mean, you already have the body so you don't have a choice, but… you're just gonna accept being forced to play hero?"
"Why wouldn't I? What else am I gonna do, spend the rest of my afterlife in… whatever this place is? You still haven't told me what this place is."
"You never told me what you thought it was."
"And I'm gonna say I can't answer that."
"I think I might've read you wrong. I doubt a smartass like yourself is actually fit to be a hero."
"Too late, I already accepted the condition the body came with. Now it looks like I'm just gonna have to go and save the world." I scratched my chin. "Um… how do I go about saving the world?"
"Hell if I remember, it hasn't happened yet. Why don't you just charge ahead and see what happens? I think life's more exciting when you blindly run into it!"
I let out one last sigh and grin into the abyss. Despite the fact that I have no idea what I'm gonna do, I can't deny the excitement building in my chest. I turned and walked towards the light, touching it with a paw. It vanished, and a window appeared where it was. The only thing I can see through it is an island surrounded by a whole lotta ocean.
"This is goodbye… It was an interesting experience, meeting with someone like you."
"Ditto. I don't know if you're gonna accept being my friend-"
"I probably won't."
"-but, I think I'm still gonna consider you mine."
"One last thing that I might've held off until now… You're hardly going to remember what happened here once you go through that window. After a while, this whole experience will be nothing but faded memories and fragments of a dream. You might not even remember your past lives."
"You really should try and say those important bits first."
"If the first thing I say is that I'm here to grant you another chance at life, and all you have to do is answer some questions, do you honestly believe that everyone who comes through here will answer honestly?"
"Can't you read their minds? You read mine?"
"Eh, semantics. I'll open the window portal, and you can get on with the heroics. Anything you want to say before going into a brand new world?"
"Well… I'm pretty sure I've answered the majority of your answers, so why won't you answer mine?"
"We both know the answer to that. I just can't, not yet."
I shrugged, it was worth a shot. Beams of light started pouring out from the window and the floor, and a chilly breeze flowed in. My first instinct was to back away from it. I took a deep breath and turned one last time towards the voice.
"I'll be seeing you, friend," I said, falling backwards into the portal. I managed to hear one last thing before being wrapped in a bright light.
...For all our sakes...
...I really hope you don't...
...I really hope you don't...
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