There's a few times in this chapter where she's Shirley instead of Shirlee--wasn't sure if that was for like, easier spelling at the restaurant reservation or something, or just a regular typo.
“The same as your last phone, probably.” She pauses. “Or… when did you last have a phone?”
I like that Shirlee thinks of the logical explanation here, but she's kind about it and is trying to explain it to him. She's got a bunch of weird social cues from being a celebrity but she's exceptionally kind to Red.
of course he would the lil edgelord
They come over either rarely or never, and I doubt Shirlee would like me implying I own them. Even if they weren't free mon.
Are they not free mon? Apologies if this was something that got brought up in one of the earlier chapters that I forgot.
“Oh, it's a shame I can't meet Him,” Shirlee sighs. “It'd surely make His day, but I just really need to keep my private life secret.”
I liked the inclusion of Red mentally capitalizing Shirlee's dialogue on her behalf.
Except maybe Tamaki, who I guess was okay because he let me pay him to beat him up, but outside of that he was of no use to anyone.
I snorted at this line when I was reading it the first time, which is great, because Tamaki isn't important at all to the plot!
Why wouldn't one just rather refuse to take that path and remain a blissfully unaware animal? All you need is to isolate yourself and wait out that crucial learning period, then no one can sway you after that…
This as a concept is kind of horrifying, especially with the later reveal that pokeballs can more or less be subverted in a way that allows them to freely traffic pokemon, and that infants are too young to escape more advanced balls like Ultra Balls (and also that catching "pesky" wild pokemon is a common tactic that higher-tiered trainers are employed to do).
(And at the same time, I really get it--there needs to be a way to differentiate pokemon that are permissible to beat up and pokemon that aren't, and it's not like Red's really here for a moral deep dive into anything.)
I could end her life in just a blink of an eye, but I can't. She's protected by law and her presence in the public conscious.
I didn't quite follow why he lists her being protected by the law here? Since most of his victims seem to be.
“Oh, that looks real. You sure it isn't?”
“Says ‘Made in Hoenn’ on the back.”
cheap imports smh
Laughter bursts out from the door. More figures pour in, each more disturbing than the last. Bodies comprised of human and inkay parts meshed together blindly. Toddlers with tentacle limbs scooting across the floor. Floating squids with human arms and baby faces. They all scream and squeal and creak among other inhuman noises. They run at me. No, stay away, don’t touch me --
This reminds me uncomfortably of that random Shrek movie where Shrek is afraid of having a lot of kids and has this dream, plus some ogres and minus some tentacles lol.
With a flash and a puff, she’s gone. I didn’t know she could teleport.
I loved this logic here; it feels very dreamlike without getting bogged down in the need to hammer down the ethereal quality of anything. Of course she can teleport; that's a logical explanation; okay, moving on.
"Son?" I shout. Then, more quietly, I add, "Husband?" I wouldn't have guessed.
A tall bearded man of amber skin and a face all too familiar walks to Arktos' side. "Is there trouble, my beloved?"
"Kohath?"
lmao
"Because," Kohath snarls, startling me to silence. He raises a hand to stroke the neck of the beartic. "He is a predator worthy of my blessing," he continues. "Strong, fearsome… and unlike you, the size of his phallus does not arouse pity in the beholder."
LMAO
also the brick joke of Red looking for bear dick in the epilogue makes this age so well
(12:37) i saw this little kitten
Well that doesn’t sound too -- oh, wait.
oh SHIT
The coin resting atop my chest gets a little heavier. Note to self, do not wear this around Shirlee. Though she probably wouldn’t like the practice of using mon parts as decoration regardless of their authenticity.
is this ... is this the faintest glimmer of empathy?
Would a civil kitten be wandering in the big city all by itsel-
I pause, then backspace with a groan.
-themselves? Without any clothes on a cold winter, and in some alleyway? Send.
(12:39) how did you know it was in an alleyway?
OH SHIT PART TWO
I like how you grow the tension here; it's easy to follow Red in getting in over his head and then having to double take when Shirlee calls him out on it.
"Obviously not," I mutter, but I am surprised I didn't notice. A little upset, too, considering how I'm supposed to be an apex predator and all that. I guess the TV must have masked the noise or something.
yeah bud, it was definitely that
"I'm just looking out for you, dude!" he says. "Tech beginners like you are easy prey for scammers. And this looks fishy!" He climbs atop the couch and points to the screen. "You don't actually think this is the real Shirlee, do you?"
oh my god no he's trying so hard i feel so bad lol
He lifts up his claws all of a sudden. “Whoa, whoa, hold on. What kind of pictures do you want to delete?”
It takes a bit of staring from me before I infer his intent. “They’re not of my penis, Fonz.”
oh my god noooooo
"Oh." Right. "Is there a way to have it calibrated for both you and me?"
i'm sure this won't be an issue later, is what I thought when I read this line, and lol
"Yeah, thanks. It shouldn't be a problem." It needs a button click and a code input to open, anyway.
"it needs a button click" the criminal mastermind
(I did like how you portray his arrogance here--no one could possibly figure out the button press; it was so hard for me. The passcode 12345 is also impenetrable. And the person who gave it to me, who I am actively trying to lie and deceive, would never remember this detail. I also love that he doesn't consider that passcodes could actually be changed since like, actual locks can't lolol)
Yes, this plan just might work. The gears are turning again. I knew I’d come up with something brilliant sooner or later. I am HIS chosen one, after all.
his brain is ENORMOUS
I did pay a pretty penny for it - I’ll find some way to rephrase that - and a high schooler’s money is limited.
I did a double take on this line
“Haha, that was funny what he said, that you were my boyfriend...” she mumbles, then clears her throat, turning to me. “So, what’s our first sight to see?”
haha ... silly ... unless ...
“I’ll tell you when we're there. Come on.”
---
Two days after the night at her hotel, Shirlee told me she could meet me again the next day and that this time she wanted to see my hometown. I started preparing almost immediately.
I thought the structuring of this was a little weird, and the recap/how Red finds all the maps section could come at the beginning of this chapter rather than the middle
The sentret digs a phone out of its saddlebag and shuffles next to Shirlee. “Uhh...” The mon tries holding the phone out in front of the two, but its arms prove too stubby.
sentret selfie stick industry erupts overnight
“Thanks, this is awesome!” the sentret beams as I return the phone. “You’re gonna make my sister so happy, too! A-and she really needs that, she’s been so nervous lately because she’s gonna evolve soon...”
Shirlee’s smile changes. Hm? I know what that is. That’s a fake smile.
I liked the setup for Red not quite putting this together, although it does feel a hair forced that the sentret just happens to show up out of nowhere
“Well, that explains it,” she sighs, looking back down. Her face wrinkles in disgust. “Malamar are these… tubby, ugly, slimy, evil-looking garbage bags of… grossness. Nothing like inkay - inkay are small and cute and have happy colors and beautiful voices.”
I thought this was a really unique conflict to introduce for a character, and one that uses the worldbuilding/canon really well--some pokemon species might be horrified to evolve, and it is kind of fascinating that it's such a big change that happens pretty much instantly.
The sleeves of her coat wrap around her. “Only inkay have any kind of chance at being liked by the public, too. I hate that I'm kind of contributing to that prejudice like this - malamar should be able to live like anyone else, and their appearance doesn't make them any worse as people. I just personally… really don't want to become one."
I thought this was a really real, but sad, sentiment as well--
someone should do something, but I don't want it to be me. And I really do get that. It isn't your job to fix every problem. I like how we get deeper into Shirlee's psyche as the story progresses and she ends up being more and more vulnerable to Red; it makes the inevitable conflict/betrayal between them feel a lot shittier since it's clear that she's confiding in him when she normally doesn't (while we know that she shouldn't). I also liked the use of evolution as a conflict in light of the closing themes that Red isn't able to accept change, that he's just pretending to be something he's not instead of growing in a meaningful way.
I study the dejected inkay. Her big eyes and blue body are somewhat similar to His. Okay. So, underneath that coat is my lord, and He’s going to a necessary surgery. Also, He’s momentarily a female inkay and named Shirlee. Uhh, right. Here we go.
I thought this was a really clever scene in general.
And by trip I mean actual tripping, because this is going to be about as fun as concrete smashing me in the face.
lmao that this is his first thought about "tripping"
“Let’s go,” Renny says to Tamaki, faint smoke carried on its breath. “You can’t reason with him.”
Tamaki nods, and the two walk off. A conversation starts once they’re further, but I only catch the beginning. “Did he really say he was gay?”
LOL
I sit on the bench next to the main entrance, at the end without the piece of gum attached to the side. It amazes me how people can call themselves moral and then do shit like this. Maybe I kill people, but I don't ruin a public space just because I can't be fucked to walk ten meters to a trash can. That's the real insanity there.
yeah god those criminals red is the real victim here my god
Tamaki's changed a lot, though. He's dyed his hair and grown some balls. I wonder what caused that. Just dwelling on what I did for months after I'd left? Maybe he got together with that girl he was trying to impress. He did get a lot of money from me to buy her stuff.
I like how Red's first reaction here is that he somehow caused this change in Tamaki.
Tamaki steps closer to me again. “Can I talk with you in a more private spot for a bit?”
Red falls for this loooool
It does make me wonder, though, if Red was actually hoping this worked for more than just selfish/Shirlee reasons. Idk.
Don’t go far now, people! Red’s on his way!
Something about how this line is phrased is just so amazing. It feels so earnest even though I know it's not and I think it's hilarious.
“He was looking after his reputation?”
“Guess so.”
who would EVER
I stare at my feet. "I don't know. Jess is online all the time, and my lord…"
"I don't necessarily mean just the PCs," Fonz says. "The whole journey. The whole… stress. Sure, I got out of the Safari and into the human world proper, and Jess got that fame and money he wanted, and Air caught the eye of the sports world… and Helix was born and got you." He nudges me with a claw, smiling, but his smile then melts away. "Anyway, while we got a lot of good out of it, we too felt the effects. That threat of erasure from the machine malfunction… I still get the shivers every time I see a storage PC."
Red considers that the friends who were at risk of being erased from existence might also have nervousness when they're reminded of the machine that might've wiped them from existence
(I admit I don't fully understand the lore here--can PC's normally erase pokemon or was this part of the Twitch glitchiness? What even is the benefit/legal justification for storing pokemon on the battle circuit if they're sapient?)
“In a bit. I wanna see how this played out first.” He resets the video despite my protests. I lean on my fist, disgruntled.
therapist Fonz is the best omg
The video rolls from beginning to end. My voice still sounds really weird played back. Less masculine than I'd wish. At least I have the looks to patch it up.
he's trying so hard here lol
My eyes feel hot. Wet. Tears. Heart pounding. Gut heavy. I… didn't expect to feel this way. But I just… miss Him. I miss Him so much.
I breathe in. Some tears fall on my cheeks. Okay. Bit of a tangent. Let's just get through this quickly and professionally. He needs to be apologized to. She.
I kind of wish we saw what he typed here, but in general I liked the way you get Red to rationalize acting like another human being--by having him pretend that everything is the one thing he actually cares about
“Fuck you want?” it asks, cigarette somehow not falling from its beak.
perfection
The customers of stores like these, however, are the kind of people to believe that ‘natural is always better’, even when the choice is between a thoroughly tested vaccine and a shiny rock that supposedly emits lunar healing frequencies. Ignorance like that is the bread in which mold like this can grow.
this aged really well and I'm sad that I agree with Red lol
One can't just go around trapping wild animals as they please - according to the law, anyway. All balls, excluding master, have to let the mon escape before registration if they struggle too much. Even after registration, the ball isn't inescapable, but the requirement for leaving varies between balls. If I remember correctly from what they taught in school, an ultra ball requires the mon to input a given combination of symbols to unlock it. Therefore intelligent mon are able to leave at will, but ferals and infants are stuck inside. That's why these ones are meant for more experienced trainers that would need to capture the latter two kind and keep them from roaming around unsupervised for everyone's safety, mon included.
This has horrifying ramifications for pokemon in this universe, but I think it tracks with the general trainerverse you outlined in Whine-Yelp (and I think Eli appears in HH, so this seems to be the same universe?)--where things used to be pretty shitty for pokemon, now they're getting better, but they aren't necessarily all fixed.
I did think that the exposition chunk here was a little much, but I'm not sure how you could integrate it in elsewhere. Depending on its relevance, maybe something with how Red caught Jess/Fonz the first time, if he did? (wait, while we're there--Did Red masterball AJ in this one? Or hell, not even related, but did the Giovanni/Team Rocket/Saffron takeover plots happen?)
Shirlee turns to me. "Let's go," she says. Her voice isn't angry, nor is it excited… it's just quiet. I guess I should tone my mood down as well. Make her feel more comfortable.
I liked this characterization for her here. It feels very endgame/climactic, but it does a good job of showing how emotionally invested she is in all of this panning out, which is sad, because her caring here is her downfall.
Illegal! Oh, may the Gods have mercy on our souls - we're about to break the law! Once that wretched act has been committed, we will surely have lost our innocence for good. We, the lost lambs that we are, now bid farewell to our sweet, pure childhood and plunge ourselves to the abyss of sin!
oh noooo the lawww
"D-dropped my phone. Freaked out."
She holds a stare. Oh Gods, just please buy it.
"...Okay," she says. Yes! "Um, sorry for interrupting, I guess."
I like how this works.
I wanna do this right, as I'll only get one change.
*chance
“Are you fucking larping?”
lmao I like how no one takes Red seriously, mostly me rip but also not even Shirlee
“Oh my Gods!” I shout. “You’re in the basement of a serial killer, can you maybe act like it?”
: )
I take a step towards the drawers, but dammit, I actually can’t show the jars to her. She might break them and use the shards as weapons. I clench my fists. “I can’t show them,” I grumble.
“Oh, why not?”
this entire exchange killed me
“Do you know what the Twitch is?” I ask.
okay zoomer
“Couldn’t you just… talk to Him about it?”
I blink. “...What?”
I like how her first (or maybe second I guess) instinct here is just to ... help. And she stumbles on the right solution without even knowing it, but unfortunately we're playing by Red's rules and he's too cool for her facts and logic. Makes the entire scene jump from the comedic bits back into the tense bits very seamlessly.
I don’t like this. I don’t like this feeling she’s making me feel. I don’t like her implying that she’s smarter than me for thinking of this. She’s just a singer. I’m a priest. His servant. I know better than her. That has to be true. And because it’s true, there’s no point in dwelling on it. I have a job to do. A goal to accomplish. I’m not stopping until I’m finished.
yeah ugh red it's definitely her fault
She looks… magnificent.
Like a form of HIS. Terrifying, powerful, yet beautiful. Otherworldly, yet familiar. Dangerous, yet I only want to get closer.
I liked this as a twist. It fits really well with everything you've established about Red, but it wasn't really something that had occurred to me until I saw it written out like this.
...I can’t believe I’m going to use this excuse again.
I sigh. “It’s a sex thing.”
i can't believe he was gonna use this excuse again either and I wasn't prepared for the second time either. amazing.
He glances away, then back at the ball. “We should call the cops.”
Jess continues to be reasonable.
“You said I needed something else in my life,” I continue, “and this could finally be something like that. I really don’t want to fuck this up… any worse than I already have. So… please, just let me put her somewhere safe. For everyone’s sake.”
OH SHIT PART (unknown number)
I stand up straight, turn around and slam onto the wall. His wing bends wrong against my back. Crunch.
"Gaaahh!" Jess cries, dropping down to the floor. Wait, how badly did I...
This part's kinda sad lol. I like how you escalate things; I didn't really expect Red to do things that are worse than murder, but this almost felt worse than murder because it requires him to betray someone he cares about.
"You should know," I mutter. "You were there."
rip
It hurts, seeing Him like that. I want to hurt whoever’s responsible, but that person is me.
Red is gradually learning emotions, but will the lesson stick? no.
To show my support of this idea, I paid for it. I don't usually like to spend, but this I saw as a worthwhile investment in goodwill.
wow he's so generous
I sigh. This is why people are poor comfort. They just tell you lies you'd like to believe.
as opposed to red, who tells you lies that ...
"I dunno. Were you paying attention to Him?"
lol
Not here to -- "You just hit me!"
"There was a mosquito."
lmao, this is a great gag to return to for the finale
“You can’t hide your true self forever. You may have managed it this time, kept on your mask, but masks have a tendency to come off. One day you’re gonna slip up, beyond any possibility of covering it up - and on that day, you’re gonna lose everything.”
I think this line is metal as fuck, but also, I'm not sure if I buy this as the responsible course of action--if he knows what Red did and what a threat he is, it feels irresponsible to just let Red live his life and hope that one day he gets caught. (And again, I get that it's not really his responsibility to do anything about that, but then why come back at all, sorta thing.)