[Due to the length and detail of this story, it will be a 2 parter as well… for all of you who demanded another two parter, your torturing my writing skills! I hope your happy~]
What many fail to realize, is that love is just like any relationship, in that it takes time and trust to build, patience is necessary for love to blossom, for when love is truly achieved, it gives the greatest strength to those involved and gives the greatest rewards to those who have endured the hardship of romance~
= The Runaway and Oddity =
= Human ( Allister) / Pokemon Type: Null/Silvally (Nelly/Sally) =
(Type: Null's PoV)
*… w… what… wh… where…*
A thought, that was all that could be 'thought', all the creature thought was, it was aware.
*W… what am… who… am I… what… am I…*
But after that thought occurred, something else happened, it felt something, several somethings… many somethings, all of them sharp, all of them 'hurt'…
*Ugh… ow… my… body!* It thought painfully, and its… somethings began to struggle.
It felt something… twitch at that moment… then slowly the 'somethings' that felt like… slits in its 'head' slowly opened, and suddenly vague images appeared, colors… distortions… everything was green… but what was 'green'.
How did it 'know' what 'green' even was… then it saw more things… as its 'vision' cleared. How it knew what vision was it didn't know, but something… told it that it was 'seeing' things. It saw bubbles floating upward every few seconds, it felt a 'thing' in its mouth as it seemed to 'float' in this… liquid, this green liquid.
*Who… what is… happening to… where 'am I'? Why do I hurt…*
I, the first thing it knew for sure was that it was an 'I'… not an 'it' but an 'I'. It felt strange…
Then another sense began to function… sound… it 'heard' things around it… heard this 'bubbling sound… more sounds, none of it made sense… but it was hearing things.
Once it felt its two senses working, it felt others beginning to work now, first came the sense it knew as 'taste'… the liquid it felt enter its 'mouth', for indeed it had a mouth, tasted weird… but it didn't know what 'weird' tasted like or even what taste meant. Then came the sensation of feeling, it felt wet, its fur was wet, its claws were wet, its whole body was wet… it also felt…
Trapped.
It saw slowly that it was in some kind of tube… it felt restrained… it tasted bitter liquid… it heard strange sounds… but it felt something was missing… it couldn't 'smell' anything. It managed to wriggle a little, and the instant it did it felt pain as the many 'somethings' embedded in its body moved and caused her pain.
Instantly it stopped moving as the more it moved, the more pain it felt.
"This is Aether Branch Chief Faba, stating for the record that Type: Full models 01, 02, and 03 have all achieved consciousness at O Seven Hundred Hours, Twenty-Seven minutes, and thirty-six seconds!" A muffled voice declared. "Type: Full model number 03, achieved consciousness precisely ninety two minutes and sixteen seconds, after Type: Full model number 02, who achieved consciousness precisely fifty six minutes and eight seconds after Type: Full model number 01."
*Type: Full… is that… who I am?* It asked, unable to comprehend what was going on.
The voice sounded close, but it could see nothing besides this green liquid and what looked like a greenish 'white' wall…
"Uh, Chief Faba…" Another voice said.
"That's Aether Branch Chief Faba to you, make sure you remember and respect my title!" The first voice snapped.
"Yes… my apologies Aether Branch Chief Faba…" The second voice replied. "I've noticed a… slight discrepancy with Type: Full model 03."
"Very well… what is it?"
As it watched a… creature… moved into its line of sight, and it saw a bipedal creature standing just below its eye level… wearing a white coat, distorted, and with tanned skin. It stared directly at it… or more precisely below it…
"It appears to have a gender sir…"
"A gender, what nonsense is that, I created all the Type: Full models to be the same, the other two didn't have such a…"
"But sir, it clearly has a gender sir… by the looks of it, it appears to be 'female'!"
*Female… I'm female?* She asked herself, unable to understand what was going on beyond what she felt and saw. *What… does that mean?*
"Perhaps I made a slight error somewhere along the lines, either way this discrepancy will not hinder the Type: Full project!" The first voice said instantly. "Induce stasis, we'll keep it asleep for now until we begin testing the RKS system!"
"Maybe we should let it get used to being conscious before we…"
"I said, put it back to sleep!" The snobby voice ordered. "Don't make me, Aether Branch Chief Faba, tell you again, or else you'll be demoted to being a lowly janitor!"
There was silence before the other voice, the one standing before her nodded, though with hesitation. "Yes sir…" Then she heard the tiniest of whispers… "Forgive me…"
After that a new bubbles appeared, and she suddenly felt herself getting very sleepy.
Unable to fight it, she closed her eyes and drifted to sleep, her only thought was one word.
*Who…?*
=Months Later=
(?'s PoV)
It was midday and he was currently running as fast as his feet could carry him, as hard as his legs could push, and with all the strength he could muster, but he was not going to get through Akala Outskirts before the Aether Foundation found him again.
"Hah… hah… haff…" He panted heavily as he ran through the forest of Akala Island. "Got to… move… faster!"
He'd been running for the past half hour, after stealing the boat, his plan was completely falling apart. He should've known it wouldn't work well, but how was he to know that they had tracked the boat he'd stolen from the Aether Foundation docks. How was he even to know that it had been tracked.
Why do they even 'track' those boats? They were public transport boats!
As he ran faster he soon came across a worn down trail, just close a steep hill which led in two directions, the Memorial Hill, and the Ruins of Life.
But unfortunately his body simply couldn't keep going, he was too exhausted. He was a scientist, he spent the last six years working behind a 'desk' and studying 'beakers', he was hardly a body builder or an athlete.
"Can't… any further!" He gasped as he collapsed to the ground, unable to take another step after feeling the stitch in his chest get worse, and his legs burning, and his feet aching, or his heart pumping six times its normal rate for such a period of time.
He gasped for breath and pulled out the Pokeball in his coat pocket.
"I can't let them… I need to get you out…" He gasped, staring at the pokeball. "Even if I can't save the other two… I can at least save 'one' of you!"
Inside the ball was Type: Null, or as he knew it as, Type: Null model 03.
He had just stolen Type: Null 03 from the Aether Foundation lab, after smuggling it's Pokeball out in a box of broken beakers and lab equipment. Unfortunately, the act had been caught on camera, and so he'd had to steal a boat from the docks when a tour group had shown up to get away. Now he was trying to get to the nearest town, where he would be safe from them, at least…
For a little while.
Off in the distance he heard the sound of shouts, they were far, but he knew they wouldn't stay far for long…
It was still a long way to KoniKoni city, the closest city on Akala Island to where he currently was, but it would take him at least half an hour before he reached it. His body was too tired though, his limbs simply refused to obey his commands. Even as he tried to stand his legs screamed in protest even more, and 'forced' him back to his previous position.
"I'm not… going to make it…" He panted heavily.
He had recovered probably enough strength for… what, ten steps if that, before he would collapse again from his body rebelling in protest at the punishment it was taking?
"Why aren't you going to make it?" A young voice asked curiously.
He turned around and stared at a young eight-year old boy, whom he had not noticed was behind him the entire he was panting. But unlike himself who was tanned skin, a trait all native Alolan people shared, this boy was more of a creamy white.
"You're not from Alola are you?" He asked through his heavy breathing.
"Uh, no, my mom and dad moved here with me a week ago." He said, kneeling down.
He heard in the distance the voices getting closer, and he knew time was running out, but this boy suddenly gave him an idea. He just had to put on a good act. "What's your name, kid?" He asked quietly.
"Allister." He said.
"Allister… can you do me a favor kid…" He said, panting heavily as he took the Pokeball out and held it out to the kid. "I'm too tired to keep going, but this Pokemon… it needs help, it needs medical attention, and the ball's stasis mechanism is damaged! It's been poisoned badly… there's no way I'll make it in time at the pace I'm going… can you please… take it to the Pokemon Center in KoniKoni City?"
"Yea, sure… but what about you?" He asked, taking the Pokeball from him.
"I'll be fine… I just need to catch my breath… now please… go, hurry!" He panted, pretending to sit down comfortably. "Hurry, that Pokemon's life is on the line… don't stop for anything or anyone! Tell the Nurse Joy that her friend 'Aether' sent you, and that he 'ran into some mean Mareanies'! Now go, GO!"
"Alright!" Allister said, taking the ball and running toward KoniKoni City.
He smiled, and panted some more, he'd done it, he'd just secured the Type: Null's future. Now all he had to do was sit here and wait…
Sure enough, fifteen minutes after Allister had left, two Aether Foundation lab coats, and none other than Aether Branch Chief Faba found him.
"So this is where you went." Faba said smugly. "Alright, be a good assistant and hand over the Type: Null you stole, before I have to get rough with you."
He smiled and shook his head, since when did Faba ever do anything himself that didn't involve an assistant doing the hard work for him?
"Don't have it anymore…" He said, pulling out all of his pockets to show he was telling the truth. "So you might as well take me back, because I'm not telling you where I sent it."
"Hmpf, fine, I'll let the President deal with you, why should I, Aether Branch Chief Faba, the Aether Administration's last defense have to deal with the petty common help?" Faba arrogantly said. "You're almost as bad as 'that boy', first we lose Type: Null 02, and now we lose Type: Null 03. We're just lucky we still have 01 locked away…"
"Yea, but sooner or later… they'll all be free!" He said proudly even as the two assistants grabbed him roughly and pulled him up. "We're supposed to be protecting Pokemon Life and nurturing it! What we did to them… is not what we're about… they don't deserve to suffer!"
"You can talk to President Lusamine about your complaints, but in the meantime… I wouldn't expect that bonus we were planning to give out next week anytime soon!" Faba said with a laugh, as he was dragged away.
(Allister's PoV)
Allister ran into the Pokemon Center as fast as he could, panting heavily as he finally reached the building. He'd only been running for ten minutes but he hoped that he wasn't too late to save the Pokemon inside of the Pokeball.
"Nurse Joy!" He yelled, glad to see that the Pokemon Center's keeper wasn't busy today.
The Nurse looked up from her desk at him and smiled warmly. "Hello, how can I help you young man?" She asked sweetly.
"This… Pokemon's… badly hurt!" He said, thrusting the Pokeball toward her while still panting. "It's Pokeball is damaged, you need to help it fast!"
She looked wide eyed at that and stared at the Pokeball.
"Is it yours?!" She asked instantly, taking the Pokeball without hesitation.
"No… it's a man's… he said his name was… Aether and that he was a friend of yours!" He said, catching his breath. "He said he ran into some mean Mareanies; I think maybe that Pokemon's been poisoned!"
She looked between the boy and the ball before nodding and opening a small door to get out from behind the desk. Then she whistled and several Blissey and Chansey walked out from the back. "Come on ladies, we have a 'patient' to take care of!" She said, handing the Pokeball to one of them.
"Chansey!" One of them said before they all rushed back into the back.
"Little boy, can you stay here for a bit?" She asked, turning to look at him.
"Uh… sure?" He said.
She nodded and went into the back with the other Pokemon after that without another word.
Not seeing what else he could do, he took a seat near the door and simply sat there waiting for Aether to walk in. Minutes passed but there was no sign of him.
Then, after about twenty minutes of sitting there waiting, Nurse Joy came out looking exhausted. "What's your name young sir?" She asked politely.
"Allister." He said. "Where's Aether, do you think he needs help, he said he'd be here once he caught his breath."
Nurse Joy sighed and shook her head, before beckoning him to follow her. "Can you keep a secret Allister?" She asked him, to which he nodded. "Aether isn't coming… in fact he probably is never coming if he sent you with this Pokemon."
"What?" He asked.
"Aether isn't his real name, and he didn't run into any Mareanies, it was just his code to let me know that something bad happened to him. He lied about the Pokemon being sick, and the Pokeball being damaged. The Pokeball was not in any way damaged, if you were a real trainer you'd have spotted the lie instantly. The truth is… he sent you with this Pokemon because he was trying to get it as far away from him as possible." She said sadly. "He was a friend of mine who worked at the Aether Foundation, he kept in contact with me, and he told me about how he was going to try and get a Pokemon out of their labs to free it."
"Okay… but why isn't he coming?" He asked as they paused outside of a door in the backroom.
"Probably because someone found him, that's the only reason he would have sent you with this Pokemon's Pokeball." She said. "Listen… I know you're not a trainer… but do you think you would be willing to adopt and take care of this Pokemon?" She looked to him now with a pleading look. "This Pokemon has been through a lot, I'm surprised it's even in as stable a condition as it is now. The poor thing needs a home and someone to take care of it, and there's just no way I can provide what it needs, I just have too many responsibilities."
Allister looked at her pleading look and nodded. "Sure, I'll take care of it… but what kind of Pokemon is it, a Turtonator, a Ribombee, a Crabrawler?" He asked, wondering what kind of Pokemon she was talking about.
He was only a recent arrival to the Alola Islands, his parents having moved here only a week ago with him. He knew about Pokemon from watching various battles on the Pokenetwork, and knew about a few species, but he was still unfamiliar with all the Pokemon native to Alola.
"Well… about that… it has no real 'name' per say…" She said with a look of worry while unlocking the door. "Have a look for yourself…"
He did, just as she opened the door he saw what he meant by it having no real 'name'. The Pokemon he saw in the room was currently sitting on an examination table used for large Pokemon, but even it barely held the Pokemon that was lying atop it.
The Pokemon, if he could even call it that, looked almost canine in appearance and was over six feet tall, yet it had two clawed front feet, two paw like feet with purple scales, an almost smooth reptilian skin-like body, a blue fin-like tail, what appeared to be fur or something like fur as a collar around its neck, and this strange axe-like blade atop its head that was restrained by the stone helmet which completely encased the head of the creature. The helmet it wore had a small opening, which only allowed the two green eyes of the creature to peer outside.
It also was staring right at him with the only evidence that it had 'any' semblance of self-awareness in its surroundings, a deep mistrust of him and Nurse Joy.
It was glaring, non-threateningly, but still in a way that told him it didn't like being where it was.
"As you can see… it's not really a 'normal' Pokemon." She said nervously, pulling out a Pokedex and performing the quickest of scans for him.
She showed him the results, and the only thing that came up was a digital image of the creature, the classification of 'Synthetic Pokemon', and the name 'Type: Null'.
"It's species name is Type: Null?" He asked quietly.
"No… the Pokedex simply can't identify the species…" She said sadly, turning to him. "You see, Type: Null is made up of… well 'every' Pokemon, its DNA has traits of every conceivable Pokemon Species, and its body has those same traits. Yet because of its physical appearance, the Pokedex simply can't identify it, so it simply refers to it as "Type: Null"."
"So… you want me to take care of it?" He asked nervously, as the Type: Null stared at him with its unending, mistrusting glare.
"I can't force you… but yes…" She whispered sadly. "I can't let 'her' live here the rest of her life…"
"Wait, what?" He asked incredulously. "Her, you mean… it's a 'she'?"
"Yes, she is a girl." She said simply. "Had to figure that out the hard way, but yes she is a girl Pokemon… listen, I know I'm asking a lot… but please, will you take this little girl and care for her? She has been through a lot just to get freed of her prison… she deserves to see the sun, breathe the fresh and free air… not live in a frozen cube or be stuck in a lab… that's the only life she's known."
After hearing that, he looked back and looked softly at the Type: Null, and after a few moments, saw the pain in her eyes. It was there, behind the mistrust, but there was indeed pain in her eyes.
Seeing the pain in her eyes, made him remember his own pain as well… and he decided he would take care of her, if for no other reason than because if he didn't, someone else might not.
"Alright, I'll take care of her… I promise!" He said confidently.
Nurse Joy sighed in relief.
"Can I name her?" He asked her.
Nurse Joy looked between him and Type: Null and nodded warmly.
With a deep calming breath, he walked forward and entered the room, all the while being watched by Type: Null.
Once he was face to face with her, he saw that she was very big, taller than he was, standing just under four foot nine even at twelve years old. Yet despite the still suspicious glare she gave him, she didn't exactly outright attack him, which he hoped was a good sign.
Because he had yet to tell her that he was going to take her home with him.
"Uh, hello there…" He said awkwardly. "How are you?"
She stared, and didn't respond.
"Uhm, I'm Allister, and I'm here to offer you a home… you know, a place to live, eat, stay…" He continued. "I promise to take care of you…"
She still stared at him, before shifting her glance to Nurse Joy, who had nodded encouragingly with a warm smile, then she looked back at him. "Groooar…" She growled, which was muffled because of the helmet.
"Does that mean you're okay with coming home with me?" He asked hopefully.
She nodded in response, to which both he and Nurse Joy sighed in relief.
"Well, since your coming home with me, would you mind if I called you 'Nelly'?" He asked, the name 'Nelly' based off her 'name' Type: Null. "I think it's better than being called Type: Null all the time…"
Type: Null looked at him for a moment before tilting her head back and forth, as if debating that question, but nodded in agreement.
"Well, nice to meet you then 'Nelly'." He said warmly, before reaching up and petting Nelly's head.
Nelly, on the other hand, seemed befuddled with why he was petting her.
"Grawar?" She growled at him.
(Nelly's PoV, Five hours Later)
Nelly sat in the boy's very empty room, staring at the doorway of her new 'home' as he called it.
"I do NOT care what some 'Nurse' in a white maid's dress with pink hair said, we are NOT keeping that thing!" A man yelled downstairs.
"Our son makes a grown-up decision for the first time in his life, and the first thing you do is 'belittle' him?" A woman's voice yelled back.
*Humans… why do they contradict themselves so much…* She thought bitterly.
Ever since she arrived her, she's been hearing two or three sides of the family and home. Between Allister's warming welcome to his home, showing her around and saying how welcomed she'd be, to the mother's obvious disgust with her appearance, to now the father's blatant disdain with her being there.
Allister though, she noted, was behaving very differently than how he had before his parents began arguing about her staying there.
Before he had been excited about showing her and keeping her, taking care of her as Nurse Joy had said he would. But now, he was sitting on his bed staring dismally at the wall with a sour look on his face.
It wasn't hard to find out the source though, as when she had first entered the home and he introduced her to his mother, the woman had looked shocked… 'disgusted' even at her appearance. Although the disgust in her face had been hidden by sheer shock, but she still saw it… and that disgust made her distrust these humans even more.
As for the father, well he outright tried to kick her out, only the boy's insistence that he was 'taking care of her', kept him from doing so… at least at first. After the initial outburst, he had told his son to get rid of her, but no the boy still insisted, saying he wanted to take care of her, saying she was abused, and had no home besides the one 'he' had offered.
So now they were arguing, the mother and father, about the boy's irrational decision to keep 'her'.
"Some family you got stuck with… huh?" He asked her quietly.
Not two seconds later, the father's voice yelled out, "That 'thing' is nearly as tall we 'we' are, and you expect me to feed not only 'us' but that 'creature' as well? Even that idiot Nurse can't tell us what species it is!"
"Why do you have to make things so 'difficult', just let him keep it!" The mother yelled back. "It's not like you know anything more about it!"
"I know enough to realize when to not let stray Meowths in the front door!"
The two continued to yell downstairs while Allister sighed sadly.
"I figured they'd let you stay… didn't think they'd argue about you…" He said quietly. "I'm sorry you didn't get anyone better… I just really wanted to give you a good home…"
She looked back at him and glanced around the room.
The boy's room was mostly empty, some trinkets here and there, a bed in the corner, cheap laptop on a desk, a shelf full of books and comics and the occasional toy figure. Apparently, it was stuff he had accumulated and earned for his studies.
In truth, it was a much better home than she had expected, her previous home had been a lab, with needles, shock collars, electrocuted floors, and…
She shook her head and looked away, preferring to look at the boy that had given her… a better 'home' than what she used to have.
But the one thing she still didn't know, and this was what was eating her, was who had 'saved' her… who was the human who rescued her from that prison.
"Alright, it can stay, but I swear that boy is 'feeding' her on his own!" The father's voice yelled suddenly.
"He's only twelve years old, how is he supposed to feed it on his own?" The mother shouted back.
"That's his problem, not mine!"
Once again Allister sighed and glanced at her, and she glanced back. "Well… welcome to the family…" He whispered sadly, but he tried to 'smile' at her. "I'd celebrate with a party or a feast but… I don't think dad is willing to help make it."
She nodded and got up, turned around and walked four steps to sit next to his bed.
His room was small for her size; she took up about half the living space just on her own.
"How am I going to feed you Nelly…" He asked quietly, scratching her collar fur with his hand.
While she still didn't exactly like Allister, she didn't exactly mind how he touched her, it was a lot nicer than the poking and prodding, the needles and electrocutions she was used to.
But still, she only bothered with him because she had nobody else to take care of her, or even no place where she could go. It was here, back into the Pokeball, or off to the lab where she would go right back to what she was being forced to endure…
Before she was freed.
But she was brought out of her thoughts by his words.
"Don't worry though, I will take care of you… I promise!" He said with a warm smile. "No matter what I have to do… I'll take good care of you."
At that, she nodded softly and growled gently, before reciprocating his kindness with kindness of her own. She rubbed her helmet against his cheek.
"Alright…" She growled.
Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad… living here with him, at least 'someone' would take care of her then.
*Narrator*
[Allister kept true to his word, for the next four to five years, Allister did all he could to care for Nelly, the Type: Null Pokemon. He learned that the helmet had a small slot built in that allowed for Nelly to eat food without removing the helmet, and despite how difficult it was for him, he managed to find work in Konikoni City for a twelve-year-old, still studying.]
[He spent most of his free time working at a restaurant, as first a garbage hauler, next as a janitor then as a waiter. He worked to pay for food that Nelly's large body needed in order to stay healthy, he gave her as much regular exercise outside as he could find time for. What little 'free' time he had, he spent trying to learn as much as he could about Nelly, and what she needed.]
[Nelly, though still untrusting of most humans, having to live with his 'parents', enduring the constant bickering and yelling between the mother and father, over 'her' living there, saw no real reason to trust them after hearing it every day. But while she despised them both, their son began to warm her heart and endear him to her. He was doing so much, for her sake. Even as he matured and worked to help her, she saw the eventual 'rift' that he told her after four years, was happening with the family. She helped him back though, as when she made the discovery which eventually tore apart the already stressed family ties, she stayed by his side.]
[She showed him her resolve… late at night… when he made a decision, which changed their lives…]
(Allister's PoV, four years later)
He packed his suitcase as silently as he could, furiously and with speed that came from years of suppressed bitterness to his parents.
He reached to his book shelf and grabbed whatever books he could stuff alongside his other belongings, shoved them all inside the suitcase, and double checked to make sure everything was packed tight.
He's had enough with living with his parents, they spent so much time arguing with each other, and disagreed on everything. The only thing they did agree on, is finding time to argue about things that didn't need to be argued about.
Such as Nelly's place in the house.
"Stupid… parents!" He grumbled as he finished stuffing everything into his suitcase, and quietly closed the lid. "There… that's everything… are… you sure you want to go through with this Nelly?" He asked Nelly, who stood beside him near the bed.
Nelly had discovered earlier that Allister's father had planned to sell Nelly and have her removed from the house. Despite all the son had done to keep her, take care of her, and show he could handle her, he had gone and arranged for someone who wanted to buy her for 'whatever' reason, to take her away from them.
In a fit of rage, Allister had argued, yelled, and fought with his father. His mother had tried to take his side, but she didn't exactly put up as strong a defense as Allister had, only providing some additional points that he had already made. In the end, the decision was final, and the mother wasn't trying very hard to overturn it.
So, not wanting to be separated or lose Nelly, both he and she had decided to leave, that very night.
"I mean… he can't force 'you' to leave, not unless he wants to call the police or something." He said, knowing that what they were about to do was very dangerous. "If that happens, we can keep you here… but if you want to leave… we go together then!"
She stared at him and nodded confidently. "Groawr…" She growled confidently.
They had grown closer in the years, they were good friends, and her confidence gave him confidence.
"Alright then…" He said, taking a deep calming breath.
"Growar!" She growled, before rolling her Pokeball toward him.
The message was clear, she needed to go inside of it, she made too much noise outside of it, she'd wake his parents.
"Alright… return for now Nelly." He whispered, and recalled her into the bal.
She was beamed in, and he took her ball and placed it inside his pocket, before taking his suitcase, and carefully going to leave.
As he crept down the staircase, and moved toward the door, the light turned on and he snapped around to see his mother, weary eyed and in her night gown staring at him.
"Leaving son?" She asked hoarsely.
"Uh…" He began to say, before she shook her head.
"Look… I know your leaving because of 'him'… and to be honest… I don't blame you." She whispered silently, before going to stand before him. "I just want to say a few things… before you leave. Look, I know I'm not the best mother I should have been to you… I never really tried to defend you… and let's face it, you're a lot more mature than me and I'm twenty years older than you."
Then she held her arms out and pulled him into a hug, silently crying into his shoulder.
"But, look… your old enough to leave the house now… you're a man now, and you can make your own choices… if you want to do this… then go ahead…" She said. "Just… take care of yourself… it's a rough world out there. Believe me, I tried my best to make things livable for us, but… well you know your father. Can't hold a decent paying job for his life, and he blames others for his problems."
With that she let him go and reached into her pocket, and pulled out an envelope, handing it to him.
"I know it isn't much but, it's my entire life savings… I was planning on using it to… start over, when 'we' got away from him… but. You need it more than me, so… just go… take it and go… and don't look back son!" She said with a warm smile. "You and Nelly… go live your own life now!"
"Mom… I…" He said, shocked to see his mother acting this way, and now having second thoughts about leaving her behind.
"Don't worry about me son…" She said quietly. "Just take care of Nelly… like you've always done, and yourself."
He sighed sadly and nodded, before hugging her one last time, and doing as she asked… leaving the house for the last time and not looking back.
Several minutes later he pulled out Nelly's ball and they both made their way, through the night, through Digglet's cave, to Heahea City. From there… they boarded a late-night ferry to Poni Island.
(Nelly's PoV)
Nelly sat on the boat, in one of the sleeping section, since the ferry was going to take a long time, they used some of the money Allister's mom gave them to get a sleeping cabin for the two of them.
She lay next to Allister as he stayed wide awake, trying to fall asleep but unable to.
His life had been planned, or at least had followed a plan up until then, that she knew. He was studying at the time to be a chef, but his studies didn't go very well since he also worked at least two jobs at a time to feed and take care of her.
She was a big Pokemon, she needed a lot of food to sustain her daily, and food cost money, money that the father wasn't willing to spend on her. But now that he'd run away from home, taking what little 'they' owned, those studies of becoming a chef were now pointless and over. They were going to Poni Island to start a new life, with only the few possessions they have.
He was doing this, for her sake.
Now that she thought about it, she was probably the cause of everything bad happening to him now… and that alone was why she was determined to stay by him now.
"Are you alright?" She asked, even if it was muffled because of her helmet.
Because of her helmet, the only thing he heard was a muffled growl, but it was still obvious enough what she had asked him.
"No… I'm not alright…" He said quietly. "That's what you asked right?"
She nodded and climbed onto the bed, causing it to sink because of her weight. The bed was too small for her, but she didn't care, she needed to show him she was there with him.
"It'll be alright… we'll get through this!" She said confidently.
They were going to Poni Island, with little money, no home, what few belongings Allister could stuff into a briefcase, and above all… they were 'running' from home.
Things were not going well for them from the start.
But at least they were going together… and that's what she wanted to tell him.
Allister sighed and rolled over to look at her. "Your right, we'll get through this… don't you worry!" He said with a smile. "No matter what, I'll find a way to take care of you, take care of both of us!"
She nodded confidently in agreement. "We will get through this Allister!" She said.
She owed her friend Allister that much, she was the whole reason he was doing this. She didn't know what they would have to do on Poni Island, but whatever they had to do, they would make a life for themselves!