And here we are! Rescattered Stardust is finally being novelized! This isn't the first part we wrote, but it's the best way to start us off. In fact, this first prestory somehow manages to connect the stories y'all get to see later together properly.
...Yeah, uh, all the few dozen or maybe like one hundred chapters of those stories. There's probably about a dozen or two chaps for this story.
Anyway! Let's begin.
Seven years later, in 1999, a man stood by a tree to soberly watch the canals, his melancholic face hoping for relief as he gazed upon the passersby. He observed various people in business attire who he supposed had the privilege of going to work as he and his coal-dusted peers used to. He observed children hurrying about with their families trying to catch up, and they reminded him of the family he'd had for most of his thirty-four years, which only worsened his aggrieved state.
And, strangely, there was an agitated young man pacing about the canals, a weary Bidoof in his arms as he loudly muttered whatever train of thought he was lost in. "Such variance in options respective, such valiance in each's perspective, yet such distance in time receptive... Most assuredly, it is prescribed by those who prescribe such things, time shall lack time in the process of waiting. Yet waiting shall possess such time that time shall lack the lacking of time's existence..." After that bizarre thing resembling speech, he sighed before looking about his surroundings, and then he focused squarely on the man by the tree before making a surprisingly fast dash to him, shouting a suitable greeting before having even stopped. "It is hereby declared by myself that a salutation to the unfamiliar self in your possession shall be issued! Verily, I have deduced that it is an interesting self, and therefore I commence my resolution to obtain your comradeship!"
The older man, after flinching and accepting his fate, simply had a nearly wordless stare of raw confusion, much like the younger man's Bidoof. "Who are you, and why did you try cocaine?"
That somehow gave the younger man pause instead of further agitating him, and he gave a similar reply with a level of calmness not entirely typical of a crackhead. "Such a prejudicial manner of requesting the statement of one's moniker... Nonetheless, it shall be granted. That title of mine resembling all those who human and Pokémon alike are in possession of is Quonk Quonkson, that ferrrrvent assassination-giver of this metropolitan residence's bereaved! For your request's answered response, I shall request the same!"
"...If I heard that right, my name is Hisoka Sasaki, but you're talking about as clearly as a brick wall." With almost zero interest compared to Quonk in this, the man just sat down at the tree.
And Quonk appeared pleased by that... "A wall talketh not — therefore, it is of the utmost clarity that it say nothing. With much honor and gratitude do I thereby accept your complimentary utterance!" Then he sat under the tree by Hisoka to talk further. The Bidoof appeared to grow more weary with every sentence. "With repetition I shall again issue this proposal: That we shall become comrades via the mutuality of our intrigue in respect to all."
Hisoka gave a look somewhere between skepticism and dismissal. "Kid, comrades fight for something. I've got nothing to fight for now — you see what's left of the buildings around us? Rocket takes everything even if you do fight, anywa–... Why are you laughing?"
Quonk was indeed laughing after quickly standing up. In fact, he was laughing quite loudly and shouting through it to almost the same degree. "'Nothing to fight for', your utterances thereby allege! Such folly is confirmed solely through itself by one whose circumstances are surely akin to my own, and yet seven annums of labour have been tirelessly invested towards the rectification of such circumstances inflicted upon myself!" The Bidoof sighed.
"And let me guess, they come back stronger every time?"
"Such shall not deter ourselves! In time's passing, it shall be carried out: A grand armed force shall trounce that most unvaliant organization for its timeless eradication, the retribution accomplished thereby!"
That made Hisoka facepalm. "You think me, you, and that Bidoof are enough to take down Team Rocket when multiple regions are still losing that fight?"
"I shall hereby be directed by yourself at my request, the location being their operant home prescribed for this locality!" The Bidoof said something that made Quonk frown. "Must I state such things in the common parlance? The local base!"
And with that, a heavy sigh gave way to a slow nod. "I don't have any Pokémon to help, and it won't work out how you think it will anyway, but I'll lead you there. That's all I can do."
"Such is all I should expect of yourself... Therefore, we shall commence the procession with all deliberate haste!" Both Quonk and his Bidoof somehow seemed excited despite their senior's words as they were forced to walk behind Hisoka rather than run.
What mess had this man gotten into?
Yep, we've pivoted to crack fic. It's how the universe works here, so get used to this, it shifts between comedy and drama pretty often.
Still, suppose I should close this off somehow, huh?
...Uh, how do I wrap this outro up...? Ah, whatever, I'm here to edit and publish, not one to make a speech, that's Quonk's job. Glad you read this far. See you next time!
~ The Rescattered Stardust Team