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/Pallet Town
"Who are you?"
A question. Query. Curiosity. Puzzlement.
"You aren't him."
A statement. Fact. Truth. Honesty.
"Why are you here?"
An insistence.
"Where's Red?"
Anger. Hatred. That name.
"What're you doi-"
Hack, hack, hack. Stab, stab, stab.
You don't need Pokemon to make things bleed.
Cut, cut, cut. Slash, slash, slash.
You don't need Pokemon to make things die.
Silence. Quiet. He's limp in my hands, he's gone.
Brown hair, black hoody, Blue. His name was Blue.
He's gone now.
I'm Red.
I'm Red, I'm Red, I'm Red, I'm Red, I'm Red.
Or am I?
Nobody thinks I am.
Therefore, I must not be.
But, I think I am.
Therefore, I must be.
I'm Red.
They say I look like him, but I'm not him.
But they're wrong.
I know they're wrong.
They're telling lies, and liars get punished.
So, I punish them.
With this knife, I punish them.
Hack, hack, hack.
They lie, they lie, they lie.
Stab, stab, stab.
I punish, I punish, I punish.
I'm Red.
I really am.
Blue didn't believe me.
He said I wasn't Red.
He lied, he lied, he lied.
I punished him.
He bled, and he bled, and he bled.
And now I'm covered in his blood.
Because he didn't believe me.
Because he lied.
"What's going on?"
Another person.
Maybe they won't be a liar.
Maybe I won't have to punish them.
"Who are you?"
"Red."
"No, you're not...You look like him, but you aren't."
Another liar.
Filled with lies, filled with lies, so many lies.
"What happened to Blue!"
Who is this person?
A girl.
She's tending to Blue.
She has her back turned.
"We have to call a hospi-what's that knife? What are y-"
Stab, stab, stab.
She's gone too.
They're gone.
Because they didn't believe me.
Because they lied.
I'm Red, aren't I?
I look like him.
I sound like him.
I live where he lived.
I do what he did.
I wear what he wore.
I'm Red...aren't I?
Or, will I not be Red until he's gone?
Once he's gone too, will I be Red?
Will I be him?
Will I be me?
/Mount Silver
Cold.
Ground is hard.
Snow is thick.
At the top, it's the worst.
I'm shivering, but it will be worth it.
Because he'll be gone.
And, I'll finally be him.
I'll finally be me.
He turns.
He looks like me, I look like him.
He is silent, just staring with blue eyes.
I have brown eyes.
Solution:
Cut out his eyes.
Cut out mine.
Exchange.
I move forward, he stands still.
I continue moving forward, I put my hand on my knife, he just stares.
I'm just two feet in front of him, and I can see him perfectly.
We are identical, minus our eyes.
Why does he have blue eyes and I have brown, why?
He has to go away, so I can be him.
So I can be me.
A blur of motion.
I don't know what's happening.
I struggle with him, he struggles with me.
I feel my knife cut his skin, but I know he isn't gone.
I know he's still forcing me back.
I feel the knife sickeningly plunge into skin.
...
/Mount Silver
Bleeding.
Bleeding, hard.
Knife in my gut.
He's standing over me, a cut across his eye.
He's silent.
"Why aren't I you?" I ask.
"Because," he simply answers.
And walks away.
I'm not Red.
I was never Red.
Those people weren't lying.
Was I lying?
Maybe I should go.
Go slowly, in this cold snow.
Maybe my name will keep me warm.
Fire.
/End
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