Chapter 5- A Random Conversation
"Missingno, explain something to me."
Cassandra stares sharply at Missingno across the fire she started. The glow from the fire reflects the fire in her eyes as she questions him.
"Today, I went to the Pokemart to stock up. While there, I decided to ask around if anyone wanted to replace me as your trainer."
Missingno clutches his heart and places the other one against his forehead. "You wanted to get rid of me?"
"Yes."
Missingno sobs, pulls out a handkerchief to wipe away the tears, and then uses a bottle of eyedrops to replace them before wailing some more.
She throws a stick at him before continuing. "But there was one problem. No one understood what I was talking about. Even when I asked them when the glitch first appeared, they didn't seem to comprehend."
"They acted as if he was always there, right?"
"Yeah! What was with that?"
Missingno sat down on a log by the fire. "Trust me, these glitches are new. But the power of a glitch causes everyone around it to believe that it is something that has always existed. It creates memories for them. That is what makes it so dangerous- the fact that no one will try and stop it."
"Then why don't I think that?"
"Because you have me!" Missingno says in a high pitched voice and smiles. After a long, piercing stare from Cassandra, he continues. "Because you are connected to me, you enter the domain of glitches. Now you can see them for what they are."
"Hm." She stares into the fire, her mind in her own world.
Her Weedle crawls forward and adds some sticks to the fire. Although a fraction of its original size, he still is able to carry sticks as big as he is.
"Alright! Top shelf, bro!" Missingno holds out his fist and the Weedle jumps up and headbutts it. Missingno screams and runs around the camp, clutching his pierced, bloody fist.
"Thanks… guess I can't call you Bulby anymore, huh?" She chuckles. "I think I'll call you Weedy. What do you think?"
Being a Weedle, he has no mouth, but he moves his head back and forth like a pendulum to show his excitement.
"Bulby? Weedy? Nice naming sense you have there." Missingno's comment prompts another stick to be thrown, this one on fire. He opens up his mouth wider than humanly possible and swallows the stick whole.
"I don't know about you, but I'm tired. I'm going to… Missingno?" Cassandra stops as she looks through her bag.
"Hmm?" Missingno looks up, chewing on another aflame stick.
"Where is my tent?"
"Your what?"
"My tent. It is a portable sized shelter, blue and green, barely weighs a thing, was in my bag this morning…"
"Oh, that… Oh. That." The stick drops from his mouth as his eyes go wide. "I got rid of it."
"You. WHAT?"
"Well, your bag isn't that big, and I needed more room for snacks."
Cassandra pulls out handfuls of chips and glares at Missingno.
"N-now, now. Let's not get too hasty. Just put down the knife, and we'll talk it over."
"Knife? I don't have a…" Her head jerks back as she sees the knife now in her hand.
Missingno falls to his knees. "Please. Please don't hurt me."
"Missingno, are you trying to be so random, that I will give up and move on?"
His gaze shifts to the right. "No."
She lifts the knife above her head. "Cause it's not working."
"Waitwaitwaitwait." His eyes search the ground vigorously. "Here, you can use this." He hands her a stick.
She glares at him. "Use a stick… as a tent?"
"What? No. As a tent. Ha. You use it to get your tent."
"By doing what, throwing it at the past you before you switched it out?"
"That… is a good idea, but no. It's for this." He throws the stick at a nearby tree, and out of the tree falls Cassandra's tent.
"... Did you put it there?"
Missingno shrugs, and Cassandra sighs. She pitches the tent and puts out the fire. "Come on, Weedy. Let's let the weird man have fun out here by himself."
"Wait. You can't leave me. It's cold outside." Instantly the temperature drops and icicles form on his nose as his teeth chatter.
"Well then, ask your chips to keep you warm."
She zips up the tent, and Missingno looks down at his chips.
"...Will you keep me warm?"