Peach and Roy had killed 14 of these things and have wasted so many weapons on them, it was unreal; impossible. Roy's thoughts were being ignored for long moments of time, and his modesty wouldn't allow him to say what he wanted to say, and it's not like he hadn't dealt with this for most of the hunt, it was simply what he remembered. How distressing it was for someone like him to go through such troubles, but it was to be expected. Life wasn't always easy.
So far, Peach and Roy have picked up:
1 – 22 bullets
2 – 2 bombs that Roy has pitched with the accuracy of a professional. Ike would be proud as hell.
3 – 14 grenades that neither him nor Peach know where they originated from. They guessed that there was other survivors. That was just one hell of a guess, though.
4 – 1 sad and lonely sunset, and another bout of being worried.
[AFTERNOON]
They hadn't done much in the day, and they would do even less in the dark of night. Roy frowned deeply, absentmindedly flexing his fingers. He felt like the palm of his hand had been overworked, put to a limit that Roy hadn't thought possible. It hurt, and he still had to fend himself and Peach from these creatures. He didn't know why he would focus on the details of what they were, all he knew was that the two needed to start a fire or die out in the frosty night. He wasn't too keen on dying, but he wasn't too keen on surviving either. He was trapped in some sort of awkward limbo, one he couldn't help but try to shove to the back of his mind. In any case, that was what a limbo was; something that was in a state of inbetween. He sure as hell wasn't in the waiting room for souls, and he wasn't even sure if he was a forgotten or disregarded human ( he thought that was the case, and he wasn't exactly wrong ), he was just there, standing on a dying planet looking for his friends. He wasn't omniscient, and it wasn't like he could control fate, it was tiring. Tiring to have thoughts among thoughts overlapping and covering the thoughts in the back of his mind, slowly suffocating them until they rose to the surface years later; and when they do unsurface themselves from the crevases of his mind, they aren't very pleasant.
Peach made her way over with a bundle of dry grass, placing it down onto the freezing ground. Roy took note of what she was doing and left to find a few sticks. He had to take his mind off of these thoughts, maybe even by force if he needed to. Man, modesty was being an ass. He wasn't one to want to go and do something just to get away from a thought, a simple unreachable thing that seemed like it couldn't be solved, but he could try his hardest, fail or not. Death wouldn't be his end, not quite, anyway. He still had a life to live, but an apocalypse dared to hunt him, to stare him in the face and challenge him to survive. He didn't think of himself as failing to survive, just not being sure how.
The only thing he should be worrying about was if they were going to get hypothermia or not. The first snow had happened today, but with an odd amount of pure white feathers mixed in, a beautiful show. If it had been an angel, Roy felt as if he could hope that the world would be safe from anything. This problem that it had, an infestation. Humans.
For now, Roy chose to pick up sticks, and he would do that until the bad thoughts went away. Would they ever go away? Did they not have the ability to leave him alone, to flee? Thy weren't fleeting thoughts– no, they were monsters. Crawling around and whispering their lies, their evidence being as false as them. Roy couldn't take them for granted, though. Nothing could be taken for granted anymore. Not even himself.
Then, he heard the steady beat of feet, the whisper of pages, and a patch of white daring to rival the snow scattered on the ground. It was another creature, but when had they had a rightful mind to read? He paused, sticks grasped tightly in his hand. They were humans, they had to be. Another intricate being, like him in ways that others can see. He let himself shout out into the snow, and his legs to move without carrying him anywhere, and a simple shout left his mouth as he hugged the two twins. They were warm, they were alive. The Robins, they didn't fly north nor south, they were right there where he wanted them. They would stay there, for as long as he felt like he had done something right. He then came to realize the things he had done right, he was so far outside the box that he didn't dare to look inside. He had alive humans, and that was all he needed. Roy rushed towards them in a blinding rush of speed, his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to squint though the snow,"Reflet, Robin!" He yelled, snow seeping into his mouth and down his throat. Coughing, Roy continued to run, rubbing at his face with more force than needed until he stood directly infront of them both; staring at them before he suddenly hugged them, snow biting at his neck and ears. Roy was so happy to see them, his mind being freed from it's chain prison. It still had to free it's arms from the cuffs, but the chains were broken. He was finally starting to free himself from his doubts and worries. Roy freed them just to take a look at their attire and items, something he had failed to do before.
Each of them carried many spell tomes, Robin being the one who was skimming through one. He never thought that he would get so worked up over something so simple; he was always so calm, it hadn't even been a day and he longed for the presence of those who he truly knew.
Peach looked fondly at the reunion, picking up sticks that the redhead had dropped and soon starting a fire. She hadn't seen Roy so relaxed since she joined him. He was stiff and silent, seeming to brood whenever the chance came. He seemed to question himself and his motives more and more each second, but now he was openly showing his emotions. Emotions that he had almost shoved to the back of his mind along with his doubts. Roy hugged them again before composing himself, his normal expession. The only difference was that it had a blue tinge to it.
He was happy, that was no surprise, a small smile still on his face. He was happy, and they seemed to be peering off at something behind him and Peach. He glanced back, seeing another flash of white, but also seeing yellow, blue, and two separate hues of brown. Ike. It was him. He had Link, and Zelda, and someone he didn't know. If Roy could choose a time to faint, it would be now. His friends were here, his few friends. He was freed once and for all from his mental troubles, he was on cloud nine. He could barely keep the tears from his eyes as he looked at his allies.
His comrades.
Ike and the others gazed at the group ahead, snow slapping and whipping at their faces with no mercy, but they felt heat. A small burst of heat, coming from a struggling fire. Ike and his crew followed it, and now they were here. They were meeting up with people they hadn't seen in a while, and it made Ike's stomach twist. Besides the fact there were dead bodies around them, there was no trace of a single human that was trying to stand on their own. They were all feeding off of the happiness of each other and Roy looked as happy as he had been in years. Ike felt his stomach twist even more, a small pulse of his heart told him that he was, in fact, still alive. Everyone was still alive, and Link seemed to be the first one to speak in billions of years,"I think those are the others." He said, using a broken shield he had picked up to brock the snow from his face. Ike glanced over at the group once more, a piercing white catching his eyes,"Isn't that Robin and Reflet?" He whispered, his mouth mostly closed so he wouldn't get any snow in it, a fate his teeth couldn't saw Zelda stiffen slightly, her eyes wide before she decided composed herself,"They're not dead, that's good to know, but what about Marth?" She mumbled, squinting as she tried to make out another blue haired male. Ike nearly exploded in a fit of emotions. He was so confused. Where was Marth? Had he been separated from the group? Had he safely escaped to the areas away from this one (wherever they were) to help repopulate the Earth?
He wiped the bitter frost and dried blood from the corner of his mouth, narrowing his eyes to see further into the smiling faces of his friends. He had answered questions, and he was about to get more answers. More answers meant a chance of surviving. That's their other main goal; surviving.
He found them, and they found him. He was " home " at last.
Wal - Marth remains missing and Kam continues to be a mess with editing and reposting chapters. I wonder when Marth will appear, when you least expect it, or in a cliche type situation? All I know is that there remains no Pokemon and even I am getting impatient.
edit - there's still is no pokemon even tho this is finished and now im mad at myself so I'll edit some in somewhere.
