Chapter 3: The Case of Brandon Alexander
Part 1: Torn in 2 from a Broken Heart
Pikaclue: This is seriously getting scary...first eeveelution starts sounding weird and cryptic and now ProBro has been missing for about a week now. I don't know about the rest of you but I may quit coming to this site...
PwnEdge: Dude just relax, nothing is going to happen to us, not unless we provoke it anyway.
GrimerGirl: Pwn is right, there's no use in living in fear. I'm sure as long as we drop the PPC topic nothing else will happen.
PwnEdge: See? Grimer gets it, lets just go back to how stuff used to be.
Pikaclue: I feel that would be for the best...
Mewthree: I wish I could anyway...
Pikaclue: Come on Mewthree, it's been a week now. We know you're stronger than this.
GrimerGirl: Aw...poor Mew. You're better off without that whore of an exgf. Cheer up!
Mewthree: Easy for you to say...I'm sure you could get another guy if you tried...
GrimerGirl: You can too you big dummy, I've seen your picture, you're a cutie.
PwnEdge: Oo la la, sounds like Grimer has a thing for you Mew~
GrimerGirl:...shut up.
PwnEdge: Hah! I knew it!
"If only I could see you that way too...but...its too soon..." Brandon sighed heavily, smiling faintly at the thought of being with GrimerGirl. He liked her too, he even found her attractive from pictures they shared, but the dark void of his heart refused all who wished to enter it. The love he had for his ex was beyond words and it would take time to fix that. His smile remained on his face as he returned his hands to his keys.
Mewthree: That's nice of you Grimer, but I don't need any pity right now.
GrimerGirl: Pity? I really mean it, you're very capable of finding someone way better than her.
PwnEdge: I'm sure she's just around the corner, your karma has got to be built up.
Pikaclue: Totally. You'll definitely find someone better.
EeveelutionLeader: Or something better anyway, she was a skank.
PwnEdge: Well look who snuck in again without any of us knowing it. Surprise, surprise...
GrimerGirl: See? If even creeper girl over there says you can then you can!
-EeveelutionLeader has changed her username to "Creeper Girl"-
PwnEdge: LOL!
Pikaclue: Say what you will about her suspicious activities, at least she still has a good sense of humor.
Creeper Girl: Bwahaha. But seriously, you're still sad over that skank of an ex?
Mewthree: Can we please drop this...
Creeper Girl: It was her looks that you can't get over isn't it?
Mewthree: I SAID DROP IT!
GrimerGirl: Back off Creeper, I feel the same, I want to support him, but he wants us to back up.
Creeper Girl: Mewthree, if its her looks you can't get over, there are other options.
"Other options? What does she mean by that?" Brandon thought. Puzzling over it, he found himself staring at his keyboard; the obsession he had over her looks was borderline crazy and having someone, an eleged member of the PPC, bring up "other options", his curiously shot to an all time high. He found his hands shaking as he right clicked on Creeper Girl's name, selecting "start a new chat".
Mewthree: What did mean by other options Eeveelution?
Creeper Girl: Well you certainly hopped on that REAL quick. I'm guessing I was right?
Mewthree: Yes. She was a birch and a white but she was my dream girl physically...in all honesty that's the only reason I stuck around...
Creeper Girl: She was your first wasn't she?
Mewthree: You guessed it, how are you figuring all this out? Its like you're psychic.
Creeper Girl: I'm a girl after all, I know how horrible we can be hehe.
Mewthree: So anyway, what did you mean by other options?
Creeper Girl: You realize that I am associated with the PPC right? We have a special way of...mending hearts when necessary. What if I told you you could have something that looks I identical to her in every way yet never betray your feelings?
"I would say you're batshit crazy," Brandon shrugged, trying to wrap his head around Eeveelutions procolomations.
Mewthree: Sounds way too good to be true...what's your ploy here Eeveelution?
Creeper Girl: I'm simply trying to help you through a tough time, that's all.
Mewthree: After making ProBro vanish, you now want me to buy into your words?
Creeper Girl: You're the one who set up this chat, not me. You need to relax. You've done absolutely nothing wrong, I'm just offering you an opportunity. You can tell me to screw off if you really want.
Brandon huffed, running his hands over his face while he processed the intense conversation he was engaged in. In one hand, he didn't trust a single thing she was saying considering her suspicious activities and questionable presence. On the other hand however Eeveelution had been nothing short of kind to him since they had known each other and here she was, offering to help him even if its shady.
"What do I do..." Brandon sighed, staring at his computer screen. With his heart broken and body aching for any form of interaction, his decision came more and more clear.
"What have I seriously got to lose...?" He said returning his hands to his keyboard.
Mewthree: Tell me what to do...
"Checkmate," Zoe snickered. She stretched her arms into the air, yawning then smiling deviously. She was merely helping out, just in a very twisted way.
Creeper Girl: I'm going to send you a link to a private chat room. Since I know you're not someone that would pull anything, I'm going to introduce you to the PPC as nicely as I can. You're the first person I've ever done this for. Here's the link...
"This is really weird...from what I gathered I thought they were a lot more secretive...I'm in no position to question too much so lets get this over with..." Brandon's voice seemed lifeless, as if he had just succumbed to an evil force. Regardless, he clicked the link. His screen shut off for a few seconds before flashing back on, a strange chat window being the only thing visible. The top of the window read "PPC-PR-VIP021" which seemed nothing more than nonsense to him. A screen prompted him to put in a screen name, to which he typed his name from the group chat.
Qualter: Welcome Mewthree, this is a private Poke Room typically reserved for our most prestigious members. I have heard much about you from Gardevaa, you sound like a young man of good character.
Mewthree: Um thanks...where's Eeveelution?
Gardeva: I'm right here Mewthree, so are you ready for what we have to offer?
Mewthree: That's why I'm here...so what's next?
Gardeva: Send me 3 pictures of your ex, its necessary.
"What the hell..." Brandon grumbled, clicking on the attachment icon of the chat. It immediately took him to his image folder, to which he selected three images. He sighed heavily as he hit the send button, I soft ding sounding as the process finishes.
Qualter: My word, she is a pretty one isn't she?
Gardeva: Lovely, all right, just sit tight for a minute OK?
Mewthree: OK...
The chat window closed, leaving him to stare at an illuminated black screen. He sat back in his seat, crossing his as he stared at his screen anxiously. Suddenly a window popped up, revealing a video feed. Brandon's eyes shot open from fear and surprise as he found himself staring his ex right in the eyes.
"W-What the hell is this?!" Brandon yelped, almost falling out of his chair. Another chat bar opened up next to the video stream with Gardeva's name already listed as a post.
Gardeva: Meet Ditto. This Ditto was specially trained to copy even humans in not only their appearance, but mild anatomy as well. If you take a good look at her eyes you'll see it, but this one in particular is quite a stickler for details.
"T-This is a Pokemon?!" Brandon said aloud, the Ditto now smiling and waving at him.
Gardeva: Feel free to give it a command; it understands speech but can't speak.
"This is nuts...um, blow me a kiss?" Brandon said, unsure of what to really say. Sure enough, the Ditto smiled, gently tapping its lips with its hand before flattening it for it to blow at Brandon. He found his face growing warm as swallowed nervously, trying to think of all the things he could ask.
"Can you strip off your top?" Brandon inquired, his tone growing steady. The Ditto closed its eyes, reaching to the base of its tank top then lifting it up over her head.
Mewthree: Did you all clothe her?
Gardeva: We sure did, pretty quick yeah?
Mewthree: Yeah...
Brandon couldn't believe how accurately th ditto had portrayed his ex; it was unreal to him, like he was staring in the face of God. He found his left hand moving between his legs instinctually as he continued to stare.
"F-Fondle your breasts," Brandon's shakey voice ordered. Both of its hands moved up to its chest, now squeezing and messaging them while making lewd, moaning faces at him. He began to rub between his legs, his member beginning to throb against the confines of his pants. Brandon didn't even see the pokemon before him, even knowing it was one quickly became irrelevant, to him, irlt was simply his ex, reborn just to be with him. Zoe couldn't help but to snicker as her grin grew ear to ear.
"Its such a rush manipulating people!" Zoe laughed aloud, Brandon now lost to oblivion.
"Remove your pants and underwear!" Brandon forcefully commanded. Ditto stood up, turning its rear to the camera as it slowly slid its bottoms down. He still couldn't believe what he was seeing, his bitch of an ex was now giving him a private cam show, obeying his every order. Now driven by lust, the once timid, unconfident boy had now become an aggressive, demanding and affirmative man.
"Finger your ass, get it as far in as you can!" Brandon howled, stroking himself through his pants. Both Qualter and Zoe couldn't help but to watch in amusement, both of them eyeing their watches for a certain time. Ditto slid its hand down its rear immediately stuffing her middle finger into its ads to heed its commands, Brandon now stroking through his pants rough enough to leave burns on his crotch.
"Cock block in 5...4...3...2...1...TIMES UP!" Zoe cackled as she typed in the transmission termination coding. Just as Brandon was about to cry out another order, all displays on his screen immediately vanished, as if his power was tripped from a storm. He simply sat there, his body now shaking, his eyes now staring at the blank screen, as if they had just witnessed a murder. All of his aggression that had swelled up inside of him deflated as quickly as his now aching member.
"N-n-no...no! No!" Brandon cried, slamming his fist on his table. Just as quickly as he had been given paradise, it had been easily stripped away from him. A chat window suddenly popped up on the screen with Gardeva's name already posted.
Gardeva: Enjoyed yourself a bit too much didn't you? I never knew you could be such a savage~
A heavy cold sweat drenched his whole body with his skin growing as pale as a ghost.
Mewthree: YOU WERE WATCHING ME?!
Gardeva: Don't get the wrong idea, it wasn't for any personal sexual reasons, its our little way of seeing if you really are the kind of person we want associate with. And boy did you pass with flying colors! You dove right in without a real shred of hesitation! That's better than I did by a long shot.
Mewthree: YOU PEOPLE ARE SICK!
Gardeva: You acted like you were one of us, so that makes you sick too~
Mewthree: I-I'm not one of you! I'm not a sick freak like you!
Gardeva: Do you want to get revenge on your skank of an ex? Don't you want to see Ditto again?
Mewthree: Quit toying with me...you just wanted to see how pathetic I was...
Gardeva: Accept us and we can make everything come true.
"This...this is insanity...why am I even questioning if this is good. Its nothing but a sick joke!" Brandon sobbed, his face buried in his hands. The buzzing sound of a microphone hummed on his speakers, causing him to flinch. He looked up from hands to see Zoe looking at him, tear tracks rolled down her tracks.
"I hate what she did, nothing hurts more than a broken heart. Come on, lets get revenge on her. We need to break her like she broke you," Zoe's eyes were full of remorse as she put on a sweet smile, catching Brandon's attention. It was if her words hit his heart like a battering ram, rattling his uncertainty. Finally, he let out a sigh, a small smile forming on his face as their eyes met on the screen.
"Lets get that cunt," Brandon said, causing Zoe to give him a nod and a wink.
"I'll send you directions to the PPC, show up early so we can discuss things. See you then," Zoe said, waving good bye as his screen flickered, returning it to how it was from the start. Zoe's smile grew maniacal as she snickered loudly to herself.
"Looks like my acting is getting waaaaay better, this is going to be good!" She laughed, Gardevoir coming up to hug around her neck.
"We're about to have a new friend join us, won't that be nice?" Zoe said, Gardevoir nodding silently as she planted a kiss on Zoe's cheek. Brandon leaned back in his chair, sighing heavily as he stared tirelessly at his ceiling. In only a matter of 30 minutes he felt as if his whole essence of life had been thrown into a dark abyss, never to return.
"Is this really right? Zoe has some crazy charisma to her...its like doing what she says is the most just thing to do in the world. I know revenge is wrong and should never be done...so why am I questioning everything? Is it because she saw the bad half of my personality? Do I really feel obligated? UGH! THIS IS INSANE!" Brandon rambled mindlessly. Having seen the PPC's power first hand, he knew that betraying his words could prove to be dangerous.
"This seems too easy...why would they openly accept a stranger like me, who has a history of calling the police on people for stupid reasons to join them? It doesn't make any sense..." Brandon groaned, his eyes gazing at his window as day finally turned to night. Instead of returning to his regularly scheduled activities, he instead cut his computer off and dragged himself to his bed. Throwing his face into his pillow, his mind continued to run around in a circle, the madness that slapped him in the face still stinging. Even behind his eyelids, all he could see was that Ditto posing as his ex, hanging on his every word to perform.
"My life is officially screwed..." Brandon sighed, his body growing heavy as he let himself go into a deep slumber. With all the craziness dragging his emotions all over the place, he was ready to just let the night go on without him. As deeply as he slept, his dreams were continually haunted by the Ditto and Zoe's words strangling him. Tomorrow was going to be a day of judgment, a day of chaos, and of course, a day of reckoning for the ex girlfriend that had driven him to this new madness.
To Be Continued…