blue-tearss

[blue-tearss]

Sooo, you're summoning an Eldrich Monster to hopefully commit suicide? Gotcha.... gotcha...

Listen- I'm not gonna try and stop you. It's not my place to do that, and it's not my life either. I probably couldn't even stop you if I tried... But if you're really planning on this being the end, do you at least want to talk about it? About your life, what you've been through, or how you feel? Just so that you aren't forgotten...

I ain't good at a whole lot, but I can listen if you do want to talk. Or I can leave, if you'd rather I just go.

[ “ Pity. Pity, pity, pity. Great Arceus, that's all I hear. ” ] Agitation builds quickly and he groans. [ “ What's there to know? I'm no-body important. I'm your enemy. ” ]

[ “ . . . ” ]

[ “ I don't want to die. I love...this story. I love this world. Yeah, it's fake, but...it's mine. ” ]

[ “ I just want something new. ” ]

[blue-tearss]

In a way I hope it works, and doesn't just give you a ton of Masterballs. You need rest, I think

[ “ . . . ” ]

TEARS...laughs.

You can see it, a wide grin plastered across the little sprite.

[ “ DHey, thanks for the sympathy, PLAYER! But I don't want it. Frankly, I don't care if it works or not. If it does, I'll be able to get rid of my game and myself in the process! If not, I try again. I'm used to doing things over and over! ” ]

[ “ So keep your sorry 'good wishes'. I don't want them. If if not you directly, it's still the fault of you stupid players that everything is ruined. ” ]

He turns around, back to the unstable, irregular tide.

[ “ I'm not your friend. I've been your Rival since birth, remember? Don't try to make me feel better. ” ]

. . .

You can practically see his walls going back up, as his words sharpen more and more, intending to cut and leave scars.

[blue-tearss]

Where are you going to go?

[ “ Where is there to go? ” ] He let's the question hang in the air for a long moment before speaking again, gripping the Pokeball hard enough to hypothetically crack it. [ “ I'm going to bring it here. I'm going to make it give me back what it took. And then....and then. Then, I'll be able to shut this game down. Permanently. ” ]

[blue-tearss]

“ ... Alright, that should be enough information. ”

OAK faces the screen. You can see his expression, even more solemn than it usually is.

“ I'm afraid you can't stay here. I fear what may happen if you do. ” His sprite shifts, turns away, to the computers. “ I'll be sending you off, now. Goodbye. ”

Following the unceremonious reply, the screen dims for a moment before lighting back up, and the intro sequence plays out.

Theres something strange about it, this time. Even moreso than the original fact that, y'know, this entire thing is strange.

Each screen is covered in a layer of noise, and a distorted cry drones on in the background.

It only gets worse as it progresses, as the screen transitions slow. You think the game may crash, but you silently hope not.

Finally, you arrive at the title screen.

Your only option is to start a NEW GAME. What else can you do except press down on A?

. . .

Waves crash against Cinnabar's Coast, but the sound is no longer comforting. It's thick with static, so it sounds significantly more like crackling electricity.

The sound of a storm, the sound of a warning of lightning incoming.

The waves lick at TEARS's boots, and he steps back. Too close for comfort.

[ “ . . . . ” ]

[ “ . . . ” ]

He holds his hand out. Nothing happens. You wonder vaguely if the game froze, but after a long moment, something curls to life in his hand. A Pokéball.

[ TEARS reobtained Blastoise! ]

[ “ . . . All I have to do is SURF. ” ]

He doesn't seem to notice, or care for, your presence.

..Even so, you're here for a reason.

So...

TEARS is available to Talk.

(//ooc note : all the next replies are probably gonna be narrative only unti i have time and energy for art again. so ignore anything that doesnt align with gameboy logic and label it plot convenience or stylization or smth )

[blue-tearss]

[ event is closing soon so i can move forward w stuff i wanna do, send in your last few asksd ]

[blue-tearss]

Gold Tears: so, how has life been since you BRUTALLY MURDERED US!?

Red Tears:.....

(Gold Tears is a blue tears of I made btw, he's basically gold, but ded-)

[ “ Well, this is interesting. ” ] Unamusement is painted clearly across his face even in the limited graphics of the Gameboy.

[ “ Another RED....and a different kid. From the next gen, I assume. Well, let's get this straight. ” ]

The screen flashes for a moment, the black background returning.

[ “ I don't remember you. You nor your RED. You're picking a fight with the wrong BLUE. I reaaallly think you should reconsider that. ” ]

[blue-tearss]

(( grrgh okay im getting to the Cody & elias replies i promiseee. i wanna do art for all of them though so itll be a little bit )

[blue-tearss]

[ ..does anything.. scare you the most..? ]

- @r4tinacage

[ tw, fast moving image + eyestrain. ]

[ For a moment, BLUE is dead silent. There's a long pause between the question and when he actually speaks. ]

[ “ ...what? wha-wha-wha?? something that scares me the most? what kind of question... ? ” ]

[ The screen dyes itself in a sickly purple hue. Textures paint themselves across it, creeping and unwelcome. ]

[ “ something ... ” ]

[ “ that...scares me ... ” ]

[ “ the most ... ? ” ]

[ “ ... ” ]

[ “ ...nah. im used to everything by now. ” ]

[ @r4tinacage ]

[blue-tearss]

Sheesh.. I guess the old man being a dickhead is a constant between my game and his.

- @your-friend-silver

( congratulations! you get: narrative writing because im too lazy to set up the oak's lab scene for sprites hsjdhfhf )

It's not a familiar face to OAK, but he knows it still. Can see the familiarity in the code, how it parallels neatley with this cartridge's. He isn't from this generation, so then it must be...

He lets his gaze fall over the boy, unreadable except for clear judgement at the uncanny appearance. Yes, he knows this. He knows the base appearance, at least, and there's been plenty of players of BLUE's game, so he can easily sort through memories buried in code to figure out the specifics.

There. Yes, perfect.

[ “, Burnt up your RIVAL'S Pokémon to give him a scare, yes, yes, horrible! ” ]

[ “ ...I'm just kidding. That's not the important part. Is it, ELIAS? ” ]

One, two steps and he's still half-glaring.

[ “ What was it that MAXIMUS said? You were....too intense for him. Yes, yes, so you wandered into a forest and got yourself killed. Tragic, but I've heard worse. ” ]

Three, four, a clock on the wall ticks with empty time, pre-set and inaccurate.

[ “ Perhaps you're here for a reason. Do you want something, SILVER? A proper welcome? ” ]

Five, six, and his expression goes blank. He casts a glance at the PC, which still displays a almost frozen picture of BLUE at the coast's edge.

He shifts his gaze back, offers the boy a fake smile.

[ “ Hello, there.

Welcome to the world of POKEMON! ” ]

[blue-tearss]

( @pkmn-monochrome waves. )

This place....gives BLUE a headache. It's familiar—of course it is, it's the fucking Pokemon tower—but in a way that makes an artificial heart beat dangerously quick in his chest.

He can feel the grief that's soaked into the walls. The bitterness that thrums under his boots. Above all, music pierces sharp and loud into his ears, into his brain.

His head throbs worse.

Even so, sympathy pangs within him alongside it, and BLUE sighs, running a hand over his face as his footsteps echo in the near-empty tower. Up and up and up, until he's dizzy. Not from the stairs, no. From the memories.

( The S.S. Anne sways dangerously underfoot as RATICATE goes down. There's an odd silence between him and RED, as RATICATE is still as a board. )

( “ ...What have you done ...? ” )

He's quick to pull himself together when he spots another person there though, but can't help but let another sigh escape.

[ “ ...You know, ” ] He starts, standing a few places away from the other, not willing to get too close. [ “ I always had a feeling I wasn't the only one with the whole staying-amongst-dead-Pokemon thing. But this? ” ]

He lets his gaze shift to the Pikachu ghost, and carefully avoids looking at BLASTOISE.

(It hurts, somewhere deep in his chest. He thinks of his Blastoise from his game. He remembers th)

( Now isn't the time. )

He turns a sharp eye to CODY, frowning now. He's silent for a moment. A very, very long moment.

( That isn't RED, a voice somewhere behind his eyes reminds him snidely. )

( Somehow, he can't find it in him to care. The familiar violent urge that rises whenever RED is encountered is dull, more of a pulsing than a sharp desire. Controllable. )

[ “ Honestly, I feel bad for you. I thought I had it hard, but yeesh. At least RATICATE isn't haunting me day and night like your buddies are. ” ] He tries for a smirk, but it falls flat. His expression is just...tired, with a hint of sympathy as he rests a hand against one of the graves and let's his eyes fall to that instead, almost respectfully, before he speaks in a quieter tone.

[ “ You're still sane. How's that? ” ] He questions in a murmur. [ “ You're surrounded by grief. Despite that, you're hurt, but not insane. How? ” ]

[blue-tearss]

( @pkmn-monochrome waves. )

This place....gives BLUE a headache. It's familiar—of course it is, it's the fucking Pokemon tower—but in a way that makes an artificial heart beat dangerously quick in his chest.

He can feel the grief that's soaked into the walls. The bitterness that thrums under his boots. Above all, music pierces sharp and loud into his ears, into his brain.

His head throbs worse.

Even so, sympathy pangs within him alongside it, and BLUE sighs, running a hand over his face as his footsteps echo in the near-empty tower. Up and up and up, until he's dizzy. Not from the stairs, no. From the memories.

( The S.S. Anne sways dangerously underfoot as RATICATE goes down. There's an odd silence between him and RED, as RATICATE is still as a board. )

( “ ...What have you done ...? ” )

He's quick to pull himself together when he spots another person there though, but can't help but let another sigh escape.

[ “ ...You know, ” ] He starts, standing a few places away from the other, not willing to get too close. [ “ I always had a feeling I wasn't the only one with the whole staying-amongst-dead-Pokemon thing. But this? ” ]

He lets his gaze shift to the Pikachu ghost, and carefully avoids looking at BLASTOISE.

(It hurts, somewhere deep in his chest. He thinks of his Blastoise from his game. He remembers th)

( Now isn't the time. )

He turns a sharp eye to CODY, frowning now. He's silent for a moment. A very, very long moment.

( That isn't RED, a voice somewhere behind his eyes reminds him snidely. )

( Somehow, he can't find it in him to care. The familiar violent urge that rises whenever RED is encountered is dull, more of a pulsing than a sharp desire. Controllable. )

[ “ Honestly, I feel bad for you. I thought I had it hard, but yeesh. At least RATICATE isn't haunting me day and night like your buddies are. ” ] He tries for a smirk, but it falls flat. His expression is just...tired, with a hint of sympathy as he rests a hand against one of the graves and let's his eyes fall to that instead, almost respectfully, before he speaks in a quieter tone.

[ “ You're still sane. How's that? ” ] He questions in a murmur. [ “ You're surrounded by grief. Despite that, you're hurt, but not insane. How? ” ]

[blue-tearss]

[ “ Ah, but there's a difference here, isn't there? ” ] OAK holds up his hands, as if to show they're empty. [ “ What can I do to you? ” ]

[ “ I'm not ARCEUS. I don't know that level of control over this world. I can't force a reset. I can't force you to forget. Isn't it you who has the advantage here, being clearly more experienced than I in the violence department? ” ]

( The clock strikes 6. What time was it before? )

[ “ You could figure out a way to ruin this game, venture out onto whatever route you want and summon whatever glitch POKEMON, and what could I do? I can't kick you out! ” ]

[ “ ... ” ] He lowers his hands, but the uncanny softness remains. [ “ If you never let yourself trust, you'll never heal. You aren't broken because of everyone else, you're broken because you choose to stay that way. You won't let anyone help you. It's your fault, not MAXIMUS's. Not your PROFESSOR's. Nobody's, except yours. When people hurt you, you hold onto it. Nobody's forcing you to do that. So really, you aren't letting yourself heal, ELIAS. ” ]

Sheesh.. I guess the old man being a dickhead is a constant between my game and his.

- @your-friend-silver

( congratulations! you get: narrative writing because im too lazy to set up the oak's lab scene for sprites hsjdhfhf )

It's not a familiar face to OAK, but he knows it still. Can see the familiarity in the code, how it parallels neatley with this cartridge's. He isn't from this generation, so then it must be...

He lets his gaze fall over the boy, unreadable except for clear judgement at the uncanny appearance. Yes, he knows this. He knows the base appearance, at least, and there's been plenty of players of BLUE's game, so he can easily sort through memories buried in code to figure out the specifics.

There. Yes, perfect.

[ “, Burnt up your RIVAL'S Pokémon to give him a scare, yes, yes, horrible! ” ]

[ “ ...I'm just kidding. That's not the important part. Is it, ELIAS? ” ]

One, two steps and he's still half-glaring.

[ “ What was it that MAXIMUS said? You were....too intense for him. Yes, yes, so you wandered into a forest and got yourself killed. Tragic, but I've heard worse. ” ]

Three, four, a clock on the wall ticks with empty time, pre-set and inaccurate.

[ “ Perhaps you're here for a reason. Do you want something, SILVER? A proper welcome? ” ]

Five, six, and his expression goes blank. He casts a glance at the PC, which still displays a almost frozen picture of BLUE at the coast's edge.

He shifts his gaze back, offers the boy a fake smile.

[ “ Hello, there.

Welcome to the world of POKEMON! ” ]

[blue-tearss]

[ “ .... ” ]

[ “ .... ” ]

[ “ ...I understand. “ ]

Softness is new. Softness is not something that's often seen on Professor Oak's face, reserved for champions ( RED. ) only.

Even so. There's softness in his eyes, in his frown, in his sympathetic tone.

[ “ You're hurt. You have been hurt. Again and again, by comforting faces. ” ] A step forward. [ "Of course. Of course, why didn't I see it? That's why you're this way. You put up these defenses and arm yourself so strictly so that it won't happen again, don't you? I understand. I apologize for being short with you, ELIAS. ” ]

Another step.

[ “ Allow me to be different. Tell me, what drives you? Who is it that hurt you so badly that you've closed yourself off? Let me be the assist on your healing. ” ]

Sheesh.. I guess the old man being a dickhead is a constant between my game and his.

- @your-friend-silver

( congratulations! you get: narrative writing because im too lazy to set up the oak's lab scene for sprites hsjdhfhf )

It's not a familiar face to OAK, but he knows it still. Can see the familiarity in the code, how it parallels neatley with this cartridge's. He isn't from this generation, so then it must be...

He lets his gaze fall over the boy, unreadable except for clear judgement at the uncanny appearance. Yes, he knows this. He knows the base appearance, at least, and there's been plenty of players of BLUE's game, so he can easily sort through memories buried in code to figure out the specifics.

There. Yes, perfect.

[ “, Burnt up your RIVAL'S Pokémon to give him a scare, yes, yes, horrible! ” ]

[ “ ...I'm just kidding. That's not the important part. Is it, ELIAS? ” ]

One, two steps and he's still half-glaring.

[ “ What was it that MAXIMUS said? You were....too intense for him. Yes, yes, so you wandered into a forest and got yourself killed. Tragic, but I've heard worse. ” ]

Three, four, a clock on the wall ticks with empty time, pre-set and inaccurate.

[ “ Perhaps you're here for a reason. Do you want something, SILVER? A proper welcome? ” ]

Five, six, and his expression goes blank. He casts a glance at the PC, which still displays a almost frozen picture of BLUE at the coast's edge.

He shifts his gaze back, offers the boy a fake smile.

[ “ Hello, there.

Welcome to the world of POKEMON! ” ]

[blue-tearss]

( thumbs up. cleaned up/updated the intro post )

[blue-tearss]

[ “ .... ” ] Narrowed eyes, and the smile dissapears. Unamused, now, he scoffs.

[ “ I imagine if it's meant to capture something, then yes, it would be easy. ” ] He let's his gaze flicker down to the bleeding wound. [ “ Though it's surprising it didn't take your entire leg off. So then, boy, is that it? You pushed your rival friend into a beartrap? ” ]

Sheesh.. I guess the old man being a dickhead is a constant between my game and his.

- @your-friend-silver

( congratulations! you get: narrative writing because im too lazy to set up the oak's lab scene for sprites hsjdhfhf )

It's not a familiar face to OAK, but he knows it still. Can see the familiarity in the code, how it parallels neatley with this cartridge's. He isn't from this generation, so then it must be...

He lets his gaze fall over the boy, unreadable except for clear judgement at the uncanny appearance. Yes, he knows this. He knows the base appearance, at least, and there's been plenty of players of BLUE's game, so he can easily sort through memories buried in code to figure out the specifics.

There. Yes, perfect.

[ “, Burnt up your RIVAL'S Pokémon to give him a scare, yes, yes, horrible! ” ]

[ “ ...I'm just kidding. That's not the important part. Is it, ELIAS? ” ]

One, two steps and he's still half-glaring.

[ “ What was it that MAXIMUS said? You were....too intense for him. Yes, yes, so you wandered into a forest and got yourself killed. Tragic, but I've heard worse. ” ]

Three, four, a clock on the wall ticks with empty time, pre-set and inaccurate.

[ “ Perhaps you're here for a reason. Do you want something, SILVER? A proper welcome? ” ]

Five, six, and his expression goes blank. He casts a glance at the PC, which still displays a almost frozen picture of BLUE at the coast's edge.

He shifts his gaze back, offers the boy a fake smile.

[ “ Hello, there.

Welcome to the world of POKEMON! ” ]

[blue-tearss]

[ “ ...Right! So your name is ELIAS!  ” ]

( A clock ticks on in the back. One, two, three, four. A steady pattern. A rhyhmm. A heartbeat. )

OAK turns, gestures for ELIAS to follow him over to the PC, where the screen has changed. Now, instead of BLUE, it neatly displays a still sprite of GOLD.

( It's not a surprise. OAK no longer cares to keep tabs on BLUE too often. Not with RED gone. Only cares now because BLUE is threatening everything a second time. )

[ “ This is your RIVAL. He's been your rival. Since you were a baby. Since you were children. Where is he. His name was..MAXIMUS? Yes! Tell me about him. What happened between you two? It isn't often I get visitors, so I'm quite curious. Clearly, you came because you have much to say, much to confess. So come now! Tell me about him! What did you do to him ? ” ]

He smiles, unfriendly. Irritation is clear in his tone, in his eyes. Maybe it's because of the initial insult, maybe it's because Silver should not be in this game so why is he here. Because there's enough things that shouldn't exist here.

[ “ Don't waste my time, ELIAS. Talk. ” ]

Sheesh.. I guess the old man being a dickhead is a constant between my game and his.

- @your-friend-silver

( congratulations! you get: narrative writing because im too lazy to set up the oak's lab scene for sprites hsjdhfhf )

It's not a familiar face to OAK, but he knows it still. Can see the familiarity in the code, how it parallels neatley with this cartridge's. He isn't from this generation, so then it must be...

He lets his gaze fall over the boy, unreadable except for clear judgement at the uncanny appearance. Yes, he knows this. He knows the base appearance, at least, and there's been plenty of players of BLUE's game, so he can easily sort through memories buried in code to figure out the specifics.

There. Yes, perfect.

[ “, Burnt up your RIVAL'S Pokémon to give him a scare, yes, yes, horrible! ” ]

[ “ ...I'm just kidding. That's not the important part. Is it, ELIAS? ” ]

One, two steps and he's still half-glaring.

[ “ What was it that MAXIMUS said? You were....too intense for him. Yes, yes, so you wandered into a forest and got yourself killed. Tragic, but I've heard worse. ” ]

Three, four, a clock on the wall ticks with empty time, pre-set and inaccurate.

[ “ Perhaps you're here for a reason. Do you want something, SILVER? A proper welcome? ” ]

Five, six, and his expression goes blank. He casts a glance at the PC, which still displays a almost frozen picture of BLUE at the coast's edge.

He shifts his gaze back, offers the boy a fake smile.

[ “ Hello, there.

Welcome to the world of POKEMON! ” ]

[blue-tearss]

As if words fell on deaf ears, he didn't reply, giving a vauge gesture with his hand as he continued.

[ “ My name is Oak! People call me the Pokémon Prof! ” ]

[ “ ... ” ]

[ “ You're a stupid boy. ” ] The sharpness is back, a violent contrast to his previous aloofness. [ “ I know Professor Elm. I was made to be aware.

[ “Just as well, any PLAYER interactions with this game are stored in it's "memory" when they swap cartridges. Meaning, if they played GOLD, SILVER, or CRYSTAL, and then came to this, I'd remember anything from that playthrough. How else would I be able to give GOLD a PokeDex? ” ]

[ “ BLUE is self aware, but to a certain extent. He knows he is in a game. He knows about other games. He knows about PLAYERs. And that's all, because he was not created to be able to communicate with them. ” ]

A sigh, an irritated nutter about how 'explaining never gets any easier'.

[ “ ...Certain Pokémon only learn moves when they evolve. Some Pokémon have to learn moves before they evolve, because they can't. BLUE was not aware from the beginning, so he can't 'access' everything that I can. ” ]

And quick as ever, the smile is back, and his gaze is empty of all hostility.

[ “ Which leads me to my next topic! This world is inhabited by creatures called Pokémon! For some people, Pokémon are pets. Other use them for fights. Myself… I study Pokémon as a profession. First, what is your name? ” ]

Sheesh.. I guess the old man being a dickhead is a constant between my game and his.

- @your-friend-silver

( congratulations! you get: narrative writing because im too lazy to set up the oak's lab scene for sprites hsjdhfhf )

It's not a familiar face to OAK, but he knows it still. Can see the familiarity in the code, how it parallels neatley with this cartridge's. He isn't from this generation, so then it must be...

He lets his gaze fall over the boy, unreadable except for clear judgement at the uncanny appearance. Yes, he knows this. He knows the base appearance, at least, and there's been plenty of players of BLUE's game, so he can easily sort through memories buried in code to figure out the specifics.

There. Yes, perfect.

[ “, Burnt up your RIVAL'S Pokémon to give him a scare, yes, yes, horrible! ” ]

[ “ ...I'm just kidding. That's not the important part. Is it, ELIAS? ” ]

One, two steps and he's still half-glaring.

[ “ What was it that MAXIMUS said? You were....too intense for him. Yes, yes, so you wandered into a forest and got yourself killed. Tragic, but I've heard worse. ” ]

Three, four, a clock on the wall ticks with empty time, pre-set and inaccurate.

[ “ Perhaps you're here for a reason. Do you want something, SILVER? A proper welcome? ” ]

Five, six, and his expression goes blank. He casts a glance at the PC, which still displays a almost frozen picture of BLUE at the coast's edge.

He shifts his gaze back, offers the boy a fake smile.

[ “ Hello, there.

Welcome to the world of POKEMON! ” ]