Dust chapter 2
"COME ON, WE NEED TO GO A LITTLE FURTHER!" The voice shouted over the snowstorm.
"SLOW DOWN, I SEE FUCK ALL!" I shouted back. I'm kind of wishing I hadn't been pulled out of the snow, I would've preferred suffocating to death from a tiny avalanche rather than freezing to death.
"IF WE SLOW DOWN, WE'LL ONLY BE KILLED FASTER! AND DON'T CUSS!" The voice had to shout harder that time, the snowstorm had basically gotten rid of all our visibility. One of my hands was holding the voices hand and I had to use my other senses to try and find my way off Mount Silver. Wait… did the voice seriously just say, "Don't cuss?"
"WE'RE FUCKIN' STUCK ALL THE WAY UP MOUNT SILVER! IN A SHITTIN' BLIZZARD! WITH LIMITED FUCKIN' VISIBILITY! ABOUT TO FUCKIN' FREEZE TO DEATH AND YOU'RE FUCKIN' WORRIED ABOUT ME USING CURSE WORDS?!" I almost screamed at the top of my lungs. Being worried about swearing while we're about to die is like a meteor crashing into our planet and getting worried about your ruined tea party.
"JUST STOP EXASERBATING THINGS AND FOLLOW ME! I CAN GET YOU OFF OF HERE, ONLY IF YOU LET ME FOCUS!" The voice was much harsher and surprisingly, to my amazement, louder. I wanted to shout back, to call whoever it was a piece of shit. But I knew better. We needed to get out of here, unless we both wanted to become a walking popsicle… Why am I thinking of us becoming popsicles when our life is in danger?
The blizzard was only getting worse from here and things didn't seem to be getting better. The winds were so harsh, it was constantly whistling, I had to lean a good 45 degrees just to keep my balance.
"WHAT IS YOUR NAME?!" I had barely heard the voice this time. I just wanted off this stupid mountain.
"WHY DO YOU WANT TO KNOW?!" I shouted as hard as I could, my vocal cords were seriously starting to get sore from all the talking.
"ANSWER THE QUESTION, IT'LL TAKE YOUR MIND OFF THE COLD!" The voice was starting to sound desperate. Guess they were only now figuring out our situation. Took them long enough. Still, they were correct.
"MY NAME IS DUST!" I called back to the voice.
"DUST?! IS THAT IT?!" The voice had taken a questioning tone, yet it also seemed judgemental. What's wrong with having the name Dust?
"YES, THAT'S IT!" Please don't continue the question, please don't continue the question.
"DUST, IS THAT ACTUALLY YOUR NAME?! DO YOU HAVE A LAST NAME?!" For fucks sake.
"EVERYONE CALLS ME DUST, MY FRIENDS, MY COUSINS, EVEN MY PARENTS, THAT'S IT, JUST DUST, NO LAST NAME, END OF STORY, PERIOD!" I wanted the sentence to finalize then and there. Seriously, what's wrong with the name Dust?
"OKAY, YOU'RE NAME IS DUST, I'LL REMEMBER THAT NAME WELL!" The voice may have had to shout every time we spoke, but at least it wasn't as harsh and they were right, that small argument did make me forget about the cold.
"CAN YOU EVEN SEE WHERE WE'RE GOING?!" I inquired, after all I could only see white. How would the voice be able to see where to go?
"YES, I CAN SEE! CAN'T YOU?!" The voice questioned back. I couldn't see. I mean, I'm not blind, but how is the voice able to see when I can't? I decided not to answer the voice and just let them lead my hand.
It was a gruelling half hour, before I felt the snowstorm wear off. By that logic, it'd take another 2 hours to get to the bottom of Mount Silver. Still, I knew my chances of survival only increased the further we made our way down.
"We did it, we've reached the bottom." Just like said, 2 whole hours of walking and feeling around. It was tiring, restless and soul sucking, but I made it. There was still one problem though.
"Why is there such a heavy fog down here?" I asked the voice.
"Huh… what do you mean?" The voice questioned.
"I can't even see my own hands when they're right in front of me." At this point I was slightly alarmed, why couldn't I see anything, the snowstorm passed a long time ago. It's never so foggy that one can't even see their own hands. Had I lost my sight? If so, then shouldn't everything be black instead of white?
I heard giggling in front of me. Did whoever it was who saved me really think this was funny? I'm probably blind and their laughing?
"Maybe it's because your goggles are covered in snow… y'know… when you were trapped in that avalanche." The voice told me through stifled giggles.
… That would make sense… I guess.
I took off my goggles, which turned out to be a mistake. The sunlight was powerful, weren't my eyes supposed to be adjusted? I'd only seen white for the past 2 and a half hours. Granted snow isn't sunlight, but still-
"Ta-da!" My eyes finally adjusted to the voice… No. The creature that was stood… err. Floating in front of me.
It had two giant eyes that looked like small dinner plates. A small, pink body without a single scratch on it, two small arms and hands coming out the side of its body and outstretched in a welcoming manner. Two legs that I assumed hadn't ever really needed using and finally. A tail that started out thinly and ended in a bulbous sphere shape.
I kind of just stared at this creature and it stared at me back… Did it want something for helping me?
"Well?" The creature finally broke the silence between us. It looked like it was waiting for a reaction.
"Well, what?" I questioned back.
"Well, wha-." The creature spluttered, almost looking indignant, but it stopped itself before going back to a more happy-go-lucky tone of voice.
"It's not everyday someone gets saved by Mew now, is it?" The creature, who I now know as Mew, told me.
"Mew?" I asked.
"That's my name, don't wear it out. But yes, Mew. Mew the brave, Mew the courageous, Mew the adventurous, Mew the wise, Mew the… the uhm… hmm… I'll get back to you on that." Mew told me, tapering off near the end and trying to think of another good title for themselves.
"Regardless, thanks for saving my ass and bringin' me back down. It takes a special kind of person to do that for someone else." I complimented. I meant every word of what I'd said. I am thankful and it does take a 'different' person for these kinds of things, a fact I regret and admire.
"Heh. Now you're making me blush. But I have question, Mr. Dust-."
"Just Dust, no mister." I interrupted.
"Are you sure I can't just call you Dusty? Dusty sounds like a great name." Mew inquired.
"If you get to call me Dusty, I get to call you Mewly." I scoffed.
"Jeez, okay, you like your name but hate people mentioning its weirdness, okay. Anyway, that wasn't my actual question. What were you doing all the way up Mount Silver?" Mew questioned again.
I really didn't want to answer that question. For all I know this Mew could be looking for a way to capture a Pokémon. Can Pokémon even catch another Pokémon? Whatever, I just didn't trust them.
"I was trying to find Red so I could have a battle with him." I thought up of that lie on the spot, lets hope Mew doesn't figure anything is wrong with my story.
"If you were gonna have a battle, then why don't you have any Pokéballs?" Mew asked.
Dammit.
"Not a Pokémon battle, I wanted to… debate him." I thought up again.
"Why'd you hesitate?
"Wouldn't you hesitate if you were gonna say something you thought was embarrassing?"
"Not really, no."
Confident prick.
"Well either way, I was gonna debate him about… Politics."
Mew seemed to burn a hole in my head with a questioning gaze, I thought they about to make my head explode when suddenly.
"…Okay. Well now that that's settled, what now?" Mew asked.
"Well now I'm gonna go to friends house." I said as I walked away.
"Cooler than the top of Mount silver, I'm coming along."
I stopped in my tracks and look back at Mew, who had already started trying to walk… float beside me.
"Why?" I asked.
"Why not? I need to make sure you don't get involved in another avalanche now, don't I?" Mew said.
"Don't take this the wrong way Mew, after all, you saved my life an' everything, but don't you have something better to do?" I asked.
"Nope, and fortunately for you, my schedules wide open and I'm feeling generous this holiday." Mew excitedly told me.
"It's the middle of Summer." I deadpanned
"Well, it's also national… something day. I don't know, you humans always create weird holidays for everything."
"*Sigh* Guess I've got no choice huh?" I asked hypothetically questioned.
"Nope." Mew said smugly in a tone that just made want to grab their face and smash it against a wall.
"Alright then, guess you're coming with me. Oh, and if you thought my name was weird, let me tell you, I have a lot of friends with similar names.