hollowedmew

[hollowedmew]

Pretty words rarely mean much when out from a human's mouth. They're all filled with malice, at some point or another.

Mew do recognizes Gold's predicament. But exactly for being the same, kicked and used, hurt and abandoned, that Gold should know better.

Were you formerly a pokémon or a human? That dictates how Mew will forever understand you.

Besides. How can this living being know what's like to suffer by their hands till your last breath?

Gold brought a pokéball with him. His intentions are obvious. All Humans do is capture and experiment. Use, abuse, and throw away. Were Mew not Mew, but any other, would Gold promise this the same?

Whenever he looks at a ghost pokémon, does he say those same words?

Mew grows angry, hatred boiling inside his translucent body. Mew's mask trembles as Mew screeches with everything, every feeling, every piece of disdain in Mew's body.

Then, Mew flees.

Once more, far away, Mew becomes a pink ball of light, zigzagging between trees to the darkness of viridian forest.

There's nothing to be said. How is he supposed to react? With anger? However justified, it doesn't sooth the Pokémon's pain. It's a selfish response. It feeds on his helplessness. He can't do that. Remorse? Then the sins of one evil organization would suddenly be humanity's to bear. It's not fair, to him, to anyone else, to shoulder that burden simply for sharing an ounce of their DNA. For that, he cannot apologize. He cannot accept the blame for this.

‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍“ Mew. Let me make a promise to you? ”

All he can do is forge forward. Pity and anger will not undo what has been done, and it will not prevent such suffering from happening again. Mew had been handed an unfair card, harmed by the hands of humans he didn't even know. There must have been dozens of them, all watching, standing. Not once did anyone help him.

It must have been agonizing. He must have felt so helpless, so alone.

‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍“ I don't know how to help you. But I promise you, I'll do everything I can to make sure something like this never happens again. ”

... Reluctantly does he remove his cap. It only confirms the Pokémon's suspicions. That this boy was not quite human. That something terrible had happened here.

‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍“ I know what that it's like to suffer by their hands. It should never have happened. Not to you, not anyone. ”

[hollowedmew]

The Ghost winces as the berry falls off the human's hand.

All of them cower upon the sight of the consequences of their actions. All of them freeze and tremble upon the ugliest parts of themselves.

In life, Mew could guess someone's intentions, good or bad. Mew could feel a human's aura, could grow to trust and love. But the humans ripped it away from Mew, the power to trust.

What happened to Mew? What happened to Mew?!

The orbs floating around the ghost sped up. They swirl around the phenomenon, creating a ghostly circle of fire. With a cry, the ghost conjures a Beam that shoots straight at the Human.

It doesn't hurt his body. Instead, it pierces into his brain a flash of ragged, confusing memories, flooding his mind.

The inside of very small cage. The cold, hard metal. The hunger, the thirst, the fear. A person in a coat, across the metal bars of a jail. Their hand, enormous, clawed and evil, reaching to grab you. The very same hand holding you down to pierce you with a large, pointy needle, syringe full of red liquid. Your throat aching, your voice screaming. The despair, the pain, your heart crushed. These flashes repeat again and again. Every emotion growing heavier, more exasperated each time. Every drop of hope drying down until there's nothing more. Then, it's apathy. Unending white walls. The cold, hard metal bars. Voices speaking outside your cage. An R symbol on a man's coat. Your tired eyes, growing heavier and heavier. And all black.

The beam dies down. Mew watches the person in front of Mew with disdain.

Gold swallows his excitement as it approaches. Ho-oh knows anything might shoo it away. All his muscles freeze in anticipation, he doesn't so much as breathe.

The shapeless mass becomes more legible with each closing inch. Gold's hand almost shifts for his phone again, if he can just get—

( ... Wait. That's not ... )

When Gold freezes a second time, it is neither out of anticipation nor excitement. His brows furrow, a muted expression. It doesn't display even half the horror he feels.

What did it say? What did it just say?

That's not possible. It's not.

‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍... “ Mew? ”

That's not possible. That's not possible. It's not possible. This can't be Mew. This can't be. The Pokémon he knows is so full of life. So jubilant and playful, practically glowing with vitality. This... This is not practically glowing. And it is the furthest thing possible from 'life.'

The photo is forgotten. Green is forgotten. The berry flops out of his hand uselessly, discarded into the cold soil. He struggles to find words, to react in any way but emotionally. To retain what little composure he'd grown to have. Eventually, he remembers how to form words, but it is hardly spoken, and barely whispered. He chokes them out, dryly and with apprehension.

He has to know.

‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍“ What... Happened to you? ”

[hollowedmew]

Mew slowly approaches, not curious about the berry in the slightest. A dead corpse, ghostly spirit doesn't need to eat. Mew cannot eat anymore.

Mew approaches simply out of curiosity. Keeping cautious, Mew floats closer, closer, stopping only a few meters away. Gold has the opportunity to take a look on Mew's appearance.

Slowly circling around the Ghost, a few will-o'-wisp gently increase the range of its glow. When far away, they make it look like Mew's a ball of energy rather than a pokémon.

Mew cannot understand. This creature looks like a person. Eyes, nose, mouth, hands... just not ears. But the smell is different. The soul, or aura, fiery like a pokémon, full of magic humans couldn't have ever.

Mew tilts its head. The skull wiggles softly.

... Mew?

His head jolts, snapping left, then right, in quick succession. Finally, he looks up, squinting into the night sky. Though his astrological knowledge is limited, he's almost certain that pink stars don't exist.

He's thankful for the growl. He likely wouldn't have looked up if not for it. But the thought that the —- it has to be a Pokémon, right? -— might flee has him nervous. So he kneels down, setting the Pokéball onto the ground in front of him before raising his hands in surrender. As he rises slowly, he kicks the ball into the shrubbery. It's not like catching unwilling Pokémon sits right with him anyway.

Gold tilts his head, then his hands, palm up, exposing the berry out for the creature.

Even if he can't bring it back to the lab, if it comes closer he can at least snap a picture of it.

[hollowedmew]

It's a strange situation.

Mew felt the presence of human, the fiery breath of life and the heat of a living soul. Approaching cautiously, ready to strike Mew by Mew's back, cowardly as all humans are.

Except Mew also felt the magical presence of pokémon, the mysterious yet comforting power of a creature in which Mew shares DNA with.

That's why Mew did not move. Gazing at the one who approached, glowing like a star amidst green leaves.

What are you, Mew thought. This makes no sense.

The tool in his hand speaks of danger, though. Mew growls lowly, ghostly voice echoing in itself.

...This was it.

He glances down at his phone just to be sure. He'd followed the map perfectly. And though he may be a Johto native, it's not as though Kanto was entirely foreign to him. He'd been through these woods plenty, and had nearly mapped it down in his head. The map was more insurance than a guide.

His phone clicks locked and he slips it back into pants pocket. Preferably, Green would've been here too, but you don't always get what you want. ( It's pink and it glows, should be easy. Even without him. )

Gold's hand begins to reach for his bag. Though its nature was uncertain, it's nearly always related to Pokémon. He could bet money on it. He would bet money on it if he could. A small red-and-white orb slips into his palm, covered discreetly by his fingers. Beside it, a berry. If all goes well they can do this peacefully. A little bait goes a long way.

If not, well... They can settle it like Pokémon.

‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍“ C'mon lil buddy. Just wanna talk. ”

[hollowedmew]

( @blastburns )

Lightless night, blue outstretched above the viridian forest much like a tapestry of quietness. Hoovering over the sleeping woods, watching as every pokémon drifts to dreamland.

Except for one. A glowing, translucent creature, holding a broken skull above its face as if to hide itself from everyone and everything. Left alone as its own wish, to never trust ever again.

It saw down by a large tree's shadow. Pink light shining through grass and leaves. A pokémon who wishes to flee, yet attracts so much attention.

That redhaired human took his friend. A human, wretched creature, who steps on and tortures every soul on its path... Its friend may now be in danger. What will it ever do?

Seek revenge?

[hollowedmew]

A Pink Ball of Energy floats calmly, mere centimeters away from the grass.

[hollowedmew]

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[hollowedmew]

The Ghost of Pallet Town

ghost!Mew roleplay account. a @greenxprof's side blog.

A roaming, lonely ghost that haunts Pallet Town's Laboratory. It may not be aggressive, but caution is advised...