#⬛️⬜️ ❝i'll become the bridge between pokémon and humans!❞ ⬜️⬛️﹙ic.﹚

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The last bite of his popsicle just fell onto the ground right as he was about to eat it.

He will not be sad. He will not be sad. He will not be sad.

...

He’s sad.

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It’s... hard, thinking in greys, rather than satisfying black and white.

His formula has been difficult lately. It’s been a long time since he left Plasma, and decided he should begin accepting new truths and ideals, but...

Change isn’t easy, and it’s scary, and it all gets so much worse when you realize you don’t know what thoughts are influenced by what.

Ridding himself of the lies Plasma fed him is good, and he feels in order to keep his path of creating a better harmony between humans and Pokemon, he should never forget what the life he’s lived being treated like a Pokemon taught him.

However... The two sets of formulas he studies in his mind have far too many common multiples and matching variables...

At face value, he understands. He only knows this much about how a Pokemon would feel because Plasma treated him like a Pokemon trapped within its ball, specially selected him for his skill, raised him to their will...

But shouldn’t he abandon everything Plasma taught him? Wasn’t it all lies? Why is it that the truths he learned from Pokemon match up with the lies Plasma told him?

He doesn’t like this.

The answer is simple, isn’t it? something in his mind whispers. No one is going to listen to you anyway. No one will understand. Either they’ll tell you you only think that way because of Plasma, or disregard your opinion entirely as if they haven’t heard you... You’re not a human, you’re a Pokemon.

... It’s tempting. It’s unhelpful, it’s unhealthy, and he knows that, but god, is it tempting to abandon all his remaining thoughts and comfortably stagnate with what he knows already and not have to change anymore, clutch at his Everstone and never fear evolution...

This isn’t how it works. It shouldn’t be, but it feels so hopeless trying to change...

... He hasn’t made any progress on solving this formula, but he’s exhausted. He needs a break.

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Getting up off of the floor doesn’t seem fully possible to him right now, even though he’d like to. Unfortunately, his inability to move past this ongoing existential crisis of his keeps him tethered to the ground.

... Hm, that and he’s pretty sleepy.

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He thinks he’d prefer to befriend all the legendaries rather than worship them.

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He knows better than to say it out loud, but the first thought in his mind was ‘looks like he didn’t appreci-Nate that one’.

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...

He has been in a... mood lately, to say the least.

Not to say he isn’t correct or justified, of course. He absolutely is. He’s just surprised with himself for actually saying something.

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i mean i’m poor so the only reason i get to eat fresh food often is because i go into the forest and pick leaves off of trees to eat and pick wild berries and i won’t be able to do that this winter so it’s back to frozen/fast foods because may i reiterate i don’t have the money for fresh food all year long but sure go ahead and judge people for eating fast/frozen food because it isn’t like there’s any sort of classism rooted in that line of thought that should really be eliminated

did i do a sarcasm right

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He has an idea for his Halloween costume.

... He’s very excited.

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“... It’s cloak season.”

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verdmares replied to your post: cryptid spotted

runs up to said cryptid and dumps an entire packet of gummy worms on his head

OH WORM?

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cryptid spotted

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“...”

Soft giggle.

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Perhaps if it hadn’t involved death.

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Take your Death Note, N. Let's see what you do with it.

Simply put, he’ll do nothing with it himself.

He’s pored over the rules in the front– behold, the only man on earth who reads the terms and conditions, N Harmonia! Better that he did, too, his temptation was already low, and now it’s become nonexistent.

He’d much rather change humans than just kill them off, no matter how misanthropic he might be feeling…

…Well. Most humans.

He’ll drop it off with Guzma. The many different components of the formula culminate in clouded judgment, so perhaps it’d be best leaving this with someone who knows more about the world and the implications of this book than he does.

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Medicine for his illness? No. Never. He’s going to cuddle up in this cape like a Swadloon and munch on some leaves, also like a Swadloon, because he doesn’t trust human medicine.

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“My cold is... hands... 

... Wait, no...”