Disclaimer: Inferno: Hahahaha, thanks : ) Yeah I haven't; I'm Canadian, so yeah. We start later than you guys I guess. And definitely younger? Hm. I don't think so. (Unless you're in elementary school, then you are for sure.) Awwww, thanks, I'm glad you liked it! AND OH MY GOD I'M SO GOING TO DO THAT THAT SOUNDS AWESOME! Yay love triangles/squares/whatever! And a banette chapter sounds so interesting, I'll definitely do that one. And no, you're spelling it right X D And lol, no I don't. I don't even know what that is.
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Characters: Pokemon in general.
Summary: Is very similar to Half-Life, and is a collection of things in-game that you probably haven't thought about before. These aren't supposed to fit together, by the way. If it seems disconnected, then it's supposed to be that way.
Irreversible Error
~A programmed toy accepts it just fine, gnawing on a leek, looking up at the sky.
Shedding tears, noticing that even as all is fading,
The whole character that depends on singing
Comes from an unreliable basis.
The place I came from is already destroyed.~
Pixels shimmer. The town Blue stands in flickers like a mirage, and where the pixelated sun once shone there is now a white clock whose hand is spinning around its circumference rapidly.
"We're starting a new game," Blue comments, as if she is talking about the weather. The grass is green, the sky is clear, and they're being erased.
The round-bellied man beside her grunts in agreement. "Seems so."
She takes off her hat and wrings it in her hands as everything around her becomes dyed a radiant blue. Blue is a sickening colour, she reflects; it's the colour of death, of nothingness, and is her namesake. Blue. What does Blue stand for? Nothing. She's a shell. She's a puppet.
She's a character in a video game.
The pokeballs on her belt begin to glow, and her team releases themselves from their capsules. There's the ivysaur with the lonely nature; the fearow with the above-average Attack stat; the pikachu who always seemed to faint once a battle. Never again will she see pokemon identical to the ones here in front of her.
"Bye," she says softly. "You all did really good, okay? I want you to know that. Sorry for what I've put you through."
They can't show expression, because they're sprites, but in their eyes are all the forgiveness in the world. One by one their pixels are taken away from their bodies, and they dematerialize along with the ground beneath Blue's feet. Buildings topple and vanish. People disappear. The man beside her disappears.
Then Blue does.
Her world is painted that sickening blue colour before it caves in on itself and becomes black. Silence rings in her ears. She's become deaf, blind and mute.
Then her world explodes into light and colour, and she starts her life over again.
~I wish that when I can't sing well you'll be with me,
Staying by my side to cheer me up.
I want to see your happy face.
I've been practicing singing, so~
Ethan stands beside his starter pokemon.
He can't hold his quilava. The game won't allow it. There's no button to 'hold'.
He can't pet his quilava. The game won't allow it. There's no button to 'pet'.
He can't feed his quilava. The game won't allow it. There's no button to 'feed'.
They can simply stand and walk, side-by-side. He can talk to his quilava, of course, but he can't understand what his pokemon's really saying; he can only interpret. And he only interprets what he wants to hear.
But he can't deny the expression in his pokemon's eyes.
It hurts, you know? they say.
I know, he wants to tell it.
I don't want to battle anymore.
You have to.
I don't want to walk anymore.
I wish I could carry you.
I want to go home.
At that he hesitates. Me too, he finally decides. He wants tears to come to his eyes, but that small smile is still stitched onto his face, and his eyes remain dry and unblinking. But this is the only home we'll ever have.
This time when the speech bubble reads that his quilava is looking out into the horizon, he knows that it's not out of awe.
It's out of sadness.
~When everyone forgets me,
I'll have no heart or such thing left in me~
The melancholy strains of Lavender Town's theme twine in the air, and Red sits down with his rival in front of the grave of his raticate.
"I'm sorry," Red says.
"I know," Green responds. "It happens each gameplay. It doesn't affect me like it did the first few times."
Red is quiet for a moment. "I'm still sorry. The player doesn't know, though. He just thinks you boxed it."
Green laughs quietly. "Of course he does. It's a children's game, isn't it? Things like death don't happen in children's games."
"Things like marowaks dying and Team Rocket skinning slowpokes for money?" Red asks bitterly.
"Yeah. Things like that."
They stay like that, just sitting, until the game is turned on again. Then their faces freeze into masks of joy, and it becomes a game once more.
~An irreversible error has occurred,
An irreversible error~