After a long hiatus, I decided that, "hey, I'm a fucking loser still," and I have returned! In my absence, I've learned that growing up fucking sucks and I'm desperately holding on to every tiny bit of comfort I can find. If it happens to be writing about a kid's game? Sure, fuck it. Why not?

First, shout out to my girl Rydia for suggesting the name, cause I was stumped. Second, I'm not sure if author's notes are still a thing people do, so I'm just doing it half out of habit, and half out of memory's sake.

Except the disclaimer. Of course I don't own Pokemon. I'm not even sure why this caught wind. Like, it's a site for fanfiction.

Third! It's very obvious that while you read this, this story is heavily headcanon based! Most names, reaching from generation 1 to generation 3 protagonists, use the names listed in the original publications of Pokemon Special. The inclusion of Yellow is just because I could.

"So, everything is set?"

A young woman rocks back and forth with crossed legs in her chair. Her long pigtails create a subtle tap which echoes throughout the room. Her wide brown eyes stare inquisitively towards the one across from her.

"Yep. Ya got yerself a deal, lady." The man before her nods, a soft smirk creeping across his face. "All them there-ah invitations been sent out. Just need ta wait fer 'em all ta drop in."

There's a visible excitement plastering the woman's face as she spins in her chair and cheers, pumping her fist into the air. The man, however, clears his throat suddenly.

"And look, when this here-ah competition goes down, ya best be the last one standing." He pushes up the tip of his hat, his playfulness dropping just for a moment. "Can ya do that, miss champ?"

With a clasp of her hands, the woman hops to her feet and cracks her neck, along with her knuckles. "Who do you think I am?" Her confidence is oozing. "I've never lost before, and I won't lose now. Don't you know that better than anyone, Clay?"

"Yeah yeah, I hear ya." Driftveil's leader waves his hand dismissively, though he couldn't help but recall his gym battle with the girl. Rarely would trainers be crazy enough to battle gym leaders while hindering themselves with a type disadvantage. He told this girl she was out of her mind taking on ground types with a fire type and a poison type. He shut up real quick when he saw Palpitoed fall to her Pignite.

It felt like so long ago, yet the aftertaste of defeat still lingered on his tongue. He worried heer confidence would get the better of her, but she could definitely back it up.

"Anyway, I gotta go!" She breaks the silence and makes her way towards the door. "Thanks, Clay! This is gonna be sweet!" As soon as her words parted her lips, she shut the door behind her. She lets out a squee and clenches her fists.

"Oh, it's so on!"

"Miss Mei."

Her attention immediately falls to the calling of a sudden voice. For a moment, Mei seemed confused, but she quickly smiled again.

"What's shakin' miss secretary?" She mused. "Walk with me, talk with me."

"Now that your meeting is done," She began, flipping the page on her clipboard and following close behind Mei as they make their way down the hall, "you have a commercial shooting in 30 minutes. After that, you have to go in for retakes an hour or two later."

At the word 'retakes', Mei couldn't help but groan. Of course there was some kind of screw up they didn't catch till the last minute. This had been happening for the past two weeks of shooting. Often, this would derail her plans for the day.

But, not today. She refused.

"Fine fine, but before we go, we're getting ice cream," she declares. Her secretary furrows a brow.

"I must object. There's no possible way we can make it to a parlor, eat, a-"

"Bla bla bla bla bla, have some faith in me! I'm a master of multitasking, don't you know that already?" Without giving her a chance to respond, Mei takes the hand of "Miss Secretary" and drags her along. She attempts to protest, but it goes through one ear and out the other. They're already out the door anyhow.

Okay, so multitasking wasn't really Mei's plan whatsoever. But the parlor is so close to the studio anyway! They can afford to stop for just a moment! And Mei wasn't about to let this triple chocolate sundae with hot fudge, chocolate sprinkles, crushed oreos, and chocolate chips go to waste!

Her secretary stares in awe at all of that… chocolate, her eyes occasionally falling back to her medium sized vanilla, or as Mei would call it, the "world's thiccest milkshake" along with french fries that Mei had pushed her into buying with it. At least she was right about one thing; dipping the fries in her shake wasn't half bad of an idea.

She watched Mei go to town on her sundae as if this were the first meal she had eaten in ages. Technically, she should be stopping her, but something told her that was a bad idea.

Instead, she decided to entertain something else on her mind. She takes a sip from her shake- ugh, one that took more effort than necessary, and spoke up.

"So, Miss Mei?" She calls. No response. But, she knows that she's listening. Not like anyone else is around to speak to her. "Who are the other trainers who received invitations to the Pokemon World Tournament?"

Mei's spoon stops moving. A sudden breeze picks up, as the sound of a lone plastic bag tumbled down the street along with it.

The secretary seemed to pause herself, furrowing a brow. "Er, Miss M-"

"You really don't know the other champs?" Mei seemed to make it her mission to say that as loud as possible, so much so that the secretary seemed to get worried someone might pass by and hear.

Was it really that shocking? She had no clue this was just common knowledge, but it wasn't like she was a trainer herself. Maybe it was common knowledge in their community?

"The only ones I know were Alder, Iris, and you," she admits. To say this conflicted Mei, however, would be an understatement.

"Well, that's flattering and all," she began, "but there are some crazy strong people out there!" The excitement in Mei's eyes for a moment shimmered brightly, before falling dreamily as she rested her head in her palms. "And some are finally succeeding officially this year after training for so long! I can't even begin to imagine how strong they all are now~! And it's been so long since I've seen them!"

Never had she seen Mei so excited before. The amount of passion she put out while playing Usagi paled in comparison to just daydreaming about battles she had yet to have.

Mei's trancelike state breaks nearly moments later. "I almost forgot, whoops!" She sheepishly rubs the back of her head before pressing a finger to her lips and humming. "Let's see…" Where to begin, where to begin. Her eyes widen for a moment, and she snaps. "Okay, I'll start there!"

Well, this wasn't something he expected to see in his mailbox.

The letter, addressed to "Redwood Ketchum," with the return address of PWT? With a furrowed brow, he tears open the envelope as he begins to walk back to his porch. As he suspected, inside was a letter, along with plain tickets. As he pushed in open his front door, he began to read.

"Dear recipient!

You have been selected to participate in the returning Pokemon World Tournament, hosted in Driftveil City, Unova! You will be flied out on an all expenses paid trip to participate in the Champion's division, along with the current champions of Indigo, Hoenn, Sinnoh, Unova, Kalos, and the recently established Alola leagues!"

Right, Red remembers this now. He went to this some years back when he finally came down from that mountain, and all the hype it had generated. He remembered it being the first actual one he had experienced, and how crazy people had gone for him. While he doesn't remember that part quite as fondly, the battling, however, was a different story.

The battles, oh, they were so exciting! He felt giddy whenever he thought about them. The other champions were so strong, and many forced him to exert himself more than he had in years. But, he does remember one above the rest; the one who defeated him in the finals.

"Whatcha got there, ketchup?"

His trancelike state is broken as a voice echoes from the living room. Red turned his head and held out his hand. The other man hopped off the couch for a moment to snatch the letter from Red's hands. He clears his throat and begins to read aloud.

His eyes widen and he grows visibly more excited as he finishes the first paragraph. Suddenly, he drops the letter and rushes out the door. Red stood there, bewildered.

At least, for a moment.

"Next on the list, it has been 6 months since the arrest of notorious leader of Team Rocket, Giovanni. If you recall, he was briefly in control of Indigo Plateau and placed a hit on 7 individuals, 4 of which were previous champions of Indigo, and one including his own son..."

Ah, that report had caught Red's attention very quick. While the noise on the TV was quickly filtered out, he had remembered this event fondly. Taking that man down, one who's face had haunted his dreams for a decade, was the most euphoric feeling he had felt. Before he knew it, the memories of said event had come flowing through his mind.

"Now, as you stand here today before us, I request your full cooperation." Lance speaks clearly before several trainers before him, his gaze holding firm as he points to the projection behind him. "You are all aware of the challenges brought about by the criminal organizations that plagued the world. Unfortunately, their seeds have sewn deep into it, and unfortunately, they're sprouting."

With a click of his remote, the current powerpoint slide changed, revealing a man in a trench coat and black fedora. However, the most notable feature of him was the bright red "R" embroidered into the coat.

A silence sweeps over the room. Not even the breathing of trainers could be heard under the slight roar of the projector. However, the tension was suffocating. Lance takes this as a time to continue.

"When Gold and Crystal reported his death in the Celebi incident years ago, I thought that would be the end of it. However, as we know, this man was sighted at the Pokemon World Tournament uninvited, and battled in the Gym Leader tournament.

"Red, Green, Blue, Gold, Crystal, and Silver. You all have connections to this man, and have experience in dealing with his organization." He takes a deep breath, before he continues."I have made a grave mistake by allowing you all to get involved as young children, and an even sickening mistake of employing him as gym leader-"

"Yeah, how'd that happen by the w-"

"Gold. Questions later." Lance's tone holds stern, and his eyes narrow ever so slightly. However, the young man shrugs and leans back in his seat.

With a soft sigh, Lance continues. "I want to apologize. Red, Green, Gold, Crystal. You have each encountered Giovanni and battled him, correct?"

The four trainers nod.

"Silver, Blue. You both have interrupted Rocket schemes to rebuild."

"Yeah yeah, where are you going with this?"

"...Right." Lance seems to hesitate, something. The others pick up on in an instant, though they make no comment. Suddenly, Lance continues. "Because of this, you are all likely to be targeted… And I implore you, the strongest trainers of Kanto and Johto to please, assist us in finally bringing this man to justice."

There's an audible crack of knuckles, and Lance's eyes fall to Silver.

"You won't have to ask me twice," he spat. "I've been waiting for this moment for 11 years."

Gold seems to chime in like clockwork, hopping out of his slouch and slamming his hands down on the table. "You're damn right I'll take him down! He escaped me once, he won't do it again!"

Crystal smiles and adjusts her hat. "You've got yourself a deal!"

Green smirks and slides his sunglasses on. "Hey, just send me and you won't even need the rest of these guys! I got a score to settle with that no eyebrowed jackass!" While the rest couldn't help but chuckle at his jab, Green Oak seemed to grow more and more restless as he stared at the photo. The aftertaste of defeat still lingered on his tongue, and he finally had the chance to pay him back in full.

No more 'holding back' excuses.

Blue rests her head in her palms and ponders for a moment, a soft hum escaping her. "Well," she suddenly states, "Guess it's better than doin' nothin' but watchin' TV. Count me in, tablecloth."

Lance grit his teeth as more giggles erupted, all but from one person, one who had yet to give his answer. The rest take note of this, but Blue is the first to speak up.

"Ey, Red Cap. You in or out, big guy?"

Red stands up from his seat and stands before Lance, staring deep into his eyes. Slowly, Red extends his hand. Lance smiles, and he does the same.

Upon letting go, Lance turns to the rest. "Now, you are all officially employed by Indigo." Lance changes his slide, and briefly spends time going over pay, benefits, ect. Once covered, everyone was dismissed.

Once the door is closed behind them, Blue immediately trots over to Red and taps his shoulder. "Hey hey, Red Cap, Lance doesn't know about her still, does he?"

Red takes a moment to think about this, and shakes his head. The others behind them seem confused, but it seemed neither had no intent on explaining just yet.

"She has just as much a right to swing at Rocket Man as the rest of us, don't she?" She inquires. Gold attempts to raise his hand, a soft "uhh" escaping his lips, but Blue continues her conversation. "She may not like battlin', but we already know Blondie feels just as responsible as the rest of us."

"Who the hell are you-"

"Right! So! Which of us can drive?" Several hands hesitantly raise, and Blue slimes. "Which of ya drove here?" All hands shoot down except for Green's, who clears his throat.

"I drove you here so how do you n-"

"Your car is pretty tiny. We're gonna have to sit on laps."

Silver takes this moment to chime in with his two cents. "No one is doing anything till you tell us where we're going!"

Blue smirks and turns around before answering. "We're going to Viridian Forest to pick up Yellow!" Red nods in agreement before continuing to walk down the halls, with Blue following suit.

All who remain are silent, at least, for a moment.

"Who the fuck is Yellow?"

Suddenly, the front door slammed closed. Red's trancelike state is broken. The spiky haired man had finally return, and his trademark smirk had plastered his face. Red furrows his brow, but then he notices it, a second envelope.

"Addressed to Green 'Motherfucking' Oak," he began as he tore open the envelope, pausing for a moment to skim over and find his previous place.

"The third place prize for winning this event will be $100,000 and a trip to Undella Town Bay and Resort! The second place prize includes a Master Ball, and an all expenses paid cruise on the Royal Unova! The first place grand prize includes the following prizes, along with a complete set of mega st-"

Green had to pause, just for a moment. His eyes squint in absolute disbelief and his mouth hung agape. The prizes so far, he knew had been unbelievable, but the grand prize? He skimmed it over multiple times, almost like he expected it to change. Once, nothing. Two, nothing. Three, is that a spelling mistake? Nope, and still nothing.

"The first place grand prize includes the following prizes, along with a complete set of mega stones?!" Green shook his head. "Holy shit, is this for real?"

Red furrows a brow, but he nods. Green almost seems to dance. Red had never seen him so happy before. He assumed that the prizes really excited him; however, Red couldn't reciprocate the excitement in that case.

Suddenly, Green stops prancing around and grabs Red's shoulders. "Look look look, get this, even though, like, I totally wouldn't lose anyhow, I got an idea." His smirk drops in favor of a genuine smile. "So, we meet in the finals, we show them what a real battle between champs looks like, and no matter who wins, we both split the prize!"

Red shrugged. Green furrows a brow and tilts his head, his mouth once again falling open in disbelief. "You serious?" He began. "Do you know how rare mega stones are? And $100,000? You could live off of that for a long while! I know you could use the extra pocket money!"

"Don't care."

It was seldom that Red spoke. Some often wondered upon first meeting him if he even could. His voice was deep, and smooth like velvet. Whenever he opened his mouth, it was enough to silence a room, though it was rare for him to say more than a few words.

"You don't care…?" Green inquires, genuinely taken aback by this announcement. Red nods n response.

"I just wanna battle." And with that, he turns his back and makes his way to the couch.

Green shook his head once more and ran his fingers through his thick locks. For over 20 years he had known Red, and they had been roommates for 2 years. With all this time together. Green assumed there'd be no more surprises. However, it wasn't as if their relationship was all that deep to begin had been making slow strides to repair and maintain a friendship, key word being slow. He supposed there was a lot more to learn about him, especially if this was his attitude.

"But y'know," Red's voice suddenly cut Green out of thought. Red's head turned back to Green. "I still wanna meet you in the finals, so don't lose."

Said statement lit a fire in Green's heart. There's an audible crack of his neck echoing throughout the house. Did Red just warn him not to lose? Green Motherfucking Oak and defeat didn't even go in the same sentence! At least, not anymore. Not for years! Green wasn't sure if Red had gotten cocky, or if he just didn't understand what he said was a definite challenge.

Deciding on the former, Green grits his teeth before smirking.

"Oh, you better watch your ass, Ketchum."

The competition had yet to start, but to them, it felt as if it had already begun.

"So, are you going?"

A young woman stares at the visitor sitting beside her, and the envelope in said visitor's hand. The other woman pressed a finger to her lips as a soft hum escaped her.

"Yeah, think I might," she states after a brief silence. "Might be fun, y'know? Red cap n Oak are probably headed there too, might give me an actual challenge for once, yeah?"

The blonde beside her lets out a soft yawn and stretches her arms. "Not just them," she began, "the other champs are no slouches either if they're really successors, Blue."

The brunette playfully rolls her eyes. "Ey, I said might, not a guarantee. I'm just lookin' forward to seein' Red Cap up there on the final stage." She crosses one leg over the other and reaches for her drink on the coffee table. "Ya sure you don't wanna go, blondie?"

She shakes her head. "I told you before, no matter how strong I am, I don't like battling much." Her eyes fall to the pikachu lying peacefully across her lap. She softly scratches behind their ears, causing them to squeal in delight. "Besides, someone's gotta take care of all these lost trainers wandering to Pewter City."

The house these two were in was indeed located deep within the Viridian Forest. The homeowner was well known for helping young trainers through, with battling tips, healing tired and injured pokemon, you name it. It was a strangely fulfilling role, especially when she would see a young trainer she helped on TV at the Indigo Conference later down the road. Her name was Amarillo del Bosque Verde, but she always prefered…

"A'ight Yellow, whatever you say." Blue took a sip of her Sprite and placed the glass back on the coffee table. "Mm. Long as you'll be good on your own for a hot minute."

Yellow playfully rolled her eyes. "I'm not a kid. And I'm not really alone if I have my pokemon with me!"

Her pikachu nods in response.

"Right right, forgot you could talk to them, literally." Blue lets out a relaxed sigh. "Sounds like a real convenient power. Wish I could do somethin' like that. Lil wonky only gettin' a general feelin' of how your partners feel."

Yellow had to ponder that for a moment. As long as she could remember, she could always understand her pokemon. It was a blessing from being born in the Viridian Forest, along with her ability to heal pokemon. Until she met other people, she never thought it odd. And the more she thought about it, she couldn't imagine how troublesome it would be to lack this ability.

"I guess so."

A brief silence falls upon the room, at least, until Yellow's next yawn breaks the silence. She stirs, slowly lying on to her side as her pikachu moves away to allow her, only to snuggle up close to her once she's set in place.

"Think I might take a nap," she stated, her eyes slowly drifting close. "Wake me up when you want dinner."

Blue smirked. "I want you all time time. Wonk." She gives Yellow a squeeze, causing her to playfully roll her eyes and groan.

"Okay, off the couch."

"Thanks, have a good day!"

The door proceeded to shut in the young man's face. He turns and walks down the padeo as he reaches into his pocket. His pokegear is pulled out, and he immediately checks for his next stop. Somewhere in..

Hold it.

He pauses for a moment as a text message lights up his screen. Now, who would even bother texting him while he was on the clock? It couldn't be Kurt. Old man could barely operate the thing to call, let alone figure out how to text. None of his family had spoken to him in months, either. So, who the hell got off bugging him right now?

Gold tapped away at his screen an opened it up. The text was from an unknown contact. Wonderful.

Look, Gold, I need you over in Blackthorn ASAP.

-Unknown

Now? But that was a two hour flight from here! Heck, Gold was literally just there not too long ago! And what reason did he have to listen to this unknown number anyway?

Who the hell is this?

-Gold

He waits for a response, though not for very long. His pokegear screen lights up just as quick as he had sent his previous text. He briefly wonders who in the hell texts that fast.

You know who the hell I am. Who else do you know that lives there?

-Unknown

Ahh, thinking. Gold knew two people in Blackthorn; their god awful gym leader Clair, and his friend Silver. He would rather die than give Clair his number, so by process of elimination…

Gold sighs and taps on one of his pokeballs. In a flash of white pops a rather large togekiss, which immediately ruffles its feathers and stretches its wings.

"We're headed back to Blackthorn, buddy." Togekiss blinks and whips around to Gold, but nods nonetheless and lowers itself down. Gold proceeds to mount it, and off the two fly away.

"Fetch."

On the streets of Blackthorn City, a red haired man could be seen tossing a frisbee to a houndoom, which in turn would run and catch it before bringing it back to its trainer. All the while, the redhead would occasionally glance towards the sky, checking to see if Gold would show up in the distance.

In hindsight, he should have told him an exact location rather than just Blackthorn City.

His houndoom scampers back to him with the frisbee in its jaw, before dropping it in their trainer's hands only for it to be tossed again. Before he could toss it once more…

"Hey gingeeeer~!"

The redhead takes a deep breath.

There's only one person he knew in his life that would call him in that obnoxious of a tone. He turns his head slowly, catching sight of Gold descending with his togekiss. Soon, the bird is returned to their pokeball and Gold makes his way over to the redhead.

"So what's your deal, Sil?" He asks. "I was in the middle of delivering, which, by the way, still on the clock! Order something after this."

"Shut up."

"Excuse you?"

Silver reaches into his pocket and pulls out an envelope. "How the hell do you explain this?!" He spat.

Gold squints a bit. Is. Was that what he thought it was? Yeah, if the return address was the same. Driftveil City, Unova? Gold definitely recognizes it. But, he'll play dumb for a bit.

"It's a letter?"

"Don't play dumb with me Hibiki, I know you had something to do with this. No one else knows where I live!"

Oh.

Gold can't help but start whistling and turns his head away. He's dead set on keeping this a secret.

"Gold!"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Gold!"

"Yep, that's my name all right."

Silver smacks his forehead and groans. His hand slowly drags down his face as he glares at Gold.

"Look," he began, "I know you want me to be in the spotlight too. I like battling almost as much as you do. But you already know that I can't just do what you do."

Gold furrows a brow. "And who's gonna give you a hard time if I'm with you?" He gestures to himself as his eyes widen. "Me? The champion of Indigo?"

Silver opens his mouth to retort, but a buzzing erupts from his pocket, cutting his attention away from the conversation. "Hold that thought," he states, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his pokegear.

"What are you-"

"Shh."

Silver continues to fumble with it as he slowly walks off. Gold isn't quite sure what to make of this. In the corner of his eye, however, he notices Silver's houndoom gesturing for Gold to follow. Gold points to himself, and the canine snorts before nodding and following his trainer.

Gold does as he's told and tails behind Silver. For what felt like ages to Gold, the two walked in silence, only broken by the crunching of dirt under their shoes.

The two stop walking upon arriving to a house, one Gold recognized as Silver's. It's just as run down and sketchy as he remembered it. He claimed to want to get it renovated, but he never got around to it.

The two step inside and Gold closes the door behind them. Silver immediately makes his way over to his coffee table and begins fumbling with… a radio? Gold hasn't seen one in a long while, though now that he thought about it, he's never seen Silver watching TV.

The radio clicks on, and the air is filled with a familiar sound.

"How are you lovely people doing? It's 4pm, and you all know what that means; it's prime time, it's time for your favorite Crystal to lay down some of the hottest summer hits, take calls, and help you out with any advice I can give on the finest station this world has ever seen, 103.5 Sunset Surge!"

Gold's face immediately lights up. He's definitely not used to the way Crys is talking, since this whole 'overly cutesy' thing definitely didn't come off as her thing, but it doesn't get in between his excitement to hear one of his friends friend on the radio!

"But before we begin, we have some breaking news, courtesy of myself! I just got a pipin' hot invitation in the mail this morning to participate in the Champion's division in Unova's Pokemon World Tournament. Now, some of you may know that a while back, I sat on the throne of Indigo Plateau like the queen I am for 3 straight years around 5 years back, and then," There's a pause in her words, which caused both of the boys to exchanged a glance with furrowed brows, before Crystal began to speak again. "My friend, quote on quote, Gold Hibiki descended from Mt. Olympus and blew me away, that meanie, and has sat there since. While I do plan on getting my seat back one day, this is a marvelous way to test my skills against the world's best.

"And because of that, I'm gonna have to say bye for a hot minute, but don't you fret! cause Crystal knows you love her lots, so I'll be live blogging a lot of the experiences over on my Insta! So, keep a look out for me! I'll be back home soon with a shiny new trophy, and every fabulous prize Unova has to offer. So, a big shout out to my friend Gold for putting in recommendations for me. Love you, BFF!"

Ah, shit.

As Crystal's voice faded out, Gold momentarily questioned the term BFF, considering those two hadn't been speaking as much recently. But most importantly, he attempted to head for the door. However, the moment he turned around, he saw a houndoom standing guard.

"Gold."

His head slowly turns around. "Yeeees best buddy?"

"You have a 5 second head start." Like clockwork, the houndoom hops out of the way, and Gold sprints as fast as he can out of the house, not bothering to look behind him for anything.

Fortunately enough, Silver just shuts the door without bothering to give chase. He stares one more time at the envelope and opens it up. He's reread this letter multiple times, pondering what exactly would be his best option. He doesn't want to go, and he knows it's nothing but trouble. However, with these prepaid tickets already sent, he'd feel awful just ignoring them. Silver sits down on his couch and buries his face into his hands.

God, what had he gotten himself into?

"Stupid Gold…"

"And those 5 sent me their confirmations shortly after that!" Mei crosses her arms and nods triumphantly.

….Silence…

"How'd you know about the parts you weren't there for?"

"I'm not finished yet!" Mei puffs out her cheeks. "Seriously, already worrying about the smallest details! Not like they couldn't have told me, you know?"

The secretary rolls her eyes and looks at her wrist watch. She hoped this wouldn't take up much more time. For both her sake, and for Mei's.

"Okay, but make it quick," she sighed. "Remember, we only have five minu-"

"Wait five minutes? Geez! I'll tell you on the way!" Quickly, Mei grabs Miss Secretary's wrist and drags her along the street and away from the parlor, leaving a partially melting sundae left behind.

She's just going to let this happen.

"Later into the evening, we got some of our last couple confirmations from Hoenn and Sinnoh! And they're some of the coolest people I know~!"

And that's where we'll end it for now. It's been a hot minute since I've written, like, anything story wise, and thought I'd have it in me to write more, but, looking over at the word count made me think otherwise, especially for a first chapter. Honestly, including every protagonist introduction in one chapter? That's a little much.

I don't know when I'll update again, but I'll probably look to pumping out chapter 2 once my commissions are all done.