The next morning my mom had set up the tv and lopunny was somehow still busy decorating her room whith whatever she found in my dads old crap. I was still stuck thinking about yesterday. Finishing my pokepuff cereal, putting the pokebowl into the sink and pouring out the thicc moomoomilk, and stood behind the couch watching the tv for a bit. Just to attempt to put my mind on something else for today.
my mom sat on the couch in front of me watching the news. There was a story about the dissapearences of trainers all around hoenn. seemingly an interesting story until you realise how many trainers might die on their journeys. so it didnt suprise me much.
" Many trainers all around Hoenn are seemingly vanishing into complete air, and nobody ever sees them afterwards which many have found to be confysing and very frughtfull. if you knkw somebody thats dissapeard... well we dont know,"
The program on its own was wierd enough but while watching I realised something while the pokenews played on the tv. My mom was still a pokemon trainer. I mean she was sorta old, but chrismas cake age meant she could still go for a veteran trainer mark. She could leave at anytime she felt like she wanted to go on an adventure. I could be left alone for seemed on end. She actually did do that a lot back when i was little, leaving me alone for weeks on end and having to rely on the neighbors as a five year old. she was and still is a terrible parent.
The only good thing out of that was i had to take care of myself and occasionaly, at the neighbors i could hang out with my only friend, gaff. she was their caught or niece or something so she lived there too.
I guess I could go become friends with the new neighbors... it would be a good backup plan if i ever ran out of food or something here anyways.
So just in case she ever decided to up and leave again to fulfill her unfinished journey I should probably go meet them. I might have to stay at their place for a day or week or month.
My life tend to suckshit like that from time to time.
So I went up to my room and got dressed after taking a shower. I owned few clean clothes. All I really had to wear was my black t shirt with the big zero on the front, and a pair of gray shorts. And since the region seemed to be summer-based I opted to wear my yellow pink and blue sweatband with some swim shorts underneath...Just in case.
When I was done I went into the bathroom and checked myself out in the mirror. I looked pretty good for a non trainer. I was kinda short though. Last time I dressed this nice was when me and my old neigbors kid, Gaff played princess at her place. She would always make me play that game and I pretended to not be interested, but I adored the gowns and crowns But she favored the make up and the conversions.
she would always speak weird even when we weren't playing though. Adding phrases and words to the ends of her sentence like love or the occasional curse.
Good times. too bad we all had to move from the pit that was our town.
When I finished primping I went into my room to put my running shoes on when I glanced over at the pokeball from the last night. It abviously reminded me of the dead pokemon and reminded me of my sadness. So I picked it up and contemplated burying it with the dead body of the Mon. Giving me some sort of goal for the day.
So that's what I went to do. Washing the dust off first. Revealing it to be a quick ball.
I trotted downstairs ready to fulfil the plan I just made when I made the simple mistake of looking my mom in the eyes. She was looking down ant my waists in shock, and so was lopunny.
I flipped out aimed to pull up my pants but they already up. So i looked down at my hand grasping the ball.
Turns out me just holding a pokeball was a big deal to them, and they didnt even try to question how i got it.
They were basically foaming at the mouth at the sight.
It meant I could get out of my moms hair. It meant I could go find dad. It meant that I was a big boy. But most of all, it meant i was ready to leave the house, PERMANENTLY.
They double teamed me, moms lopunny grabbing my legs and forcefully dragging me into the air. And letting me flop around mid air.
Lopunny was quick and my mom went for the door flinging it open as lopunny used jump kick, sending me flying out while still flopping around like a fish on land. Before I was able to figure out what happened they had already locked me out.
Hey yo can't just stick me out here like this! How the hell am I supposed to live on nothing!
I heard my window open. And my lopunny's puffy paws plopped out the window dropping my backpack, my few clothes, and my dignity plus a pack mutherfuckin pop tarts. i was very happy to get the pop tarts. i was glad that loppuny disliked them. Hell yeah I fuckin love pop tarts.
" Well I guess I'm a trainer now," I mumbled to myself while rubbing my gut in agony.
"An unmarked, illegal trainer with no cash..."
I picked up my shit and shoved it all into the bag.
Well I guess the next thing up for bat was the grave I needed to dig.
Going to the back of the house, where the box landed when I threw it out, I found the skeleton. And using my nothing but my hands I spent the next hour just digging through the soil.
And burying the remains of the pokemon, which, suprisingly pu me at ease about one thing today.