#That way no one can mess with Emmet's temporary amnesia (Arceus just looking at Emmet like 'he never leaves the subway right?')

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Submastober Day 24!

Inspiration: There's an older OC-tober prompt-list here that I am using.

Title: Something Feels Off Prompt: Forgotten Word count: 1032 Synopsis: Everything is soooo super normal for Emmet. Yup.

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One day, Emmet went to work. Everything that morning seemed normal. He had a small breakfast of peanut butter toast, a chocolate protein shake and banana; although he didn't like to eat first thing, he felt like he was letting someone down if he didn't try to eat something. It was raining but Emmet had an extra large umbrella, perfect for even two people to walk under, so he stayed perfectly dry during his trek. The schedule he had set for himself offered him enough time to stop at a local bakery, and the owner was always nice enough to give him a double order of whatever he bought. Although he loved sweets, it was absolutely too much for him to eat while still fresh, so he always offered half to the agents in the Subway.

Cloud made the strangest expression when Emmet brought it up, though. When Emmet said that the Agents could decide who got the spare today, Cloud's eyebrows creased and he paused before saying something like “Yeah, a spare today too, huh?” Emmet couldn't exactly put his finger on it, but it almost felt like Cloud thought something else before changing his mind. There was a hesitation that didn't feel natural, as though Cloud had an idea and then instantly forgot it.

Emmet decided that Cloud should have the spare, and gave him the box containing the fist sized cream puff. Cloud looked down at it, with the same confused but processing expression from before, and then finally nodded and thanked him.

An odd interaction, but Emmet let it be. Cloud was probably tired! He'd been working earlier in the morning than normal, taking care of the maintenance of some infrequently used tunnels in the subway system. It was an awful big job for just one of the Agents, but Emmet had to stay on the normal shift in order to engage all the challengers that met him on his Double Battle Line. Cloud also didn't drink coffee all that often, so he must have needed a pick-me-up by this time of the morning. Emmet decided he would check on him again later, just to make sure he was okay to go home at the end of his shift.

The highlight of the day was when White visited with her twin Black. It wasn't often that both of them came to visit at the same time, and the Agents made a big deal about visiting twins. Emmet thought it was interesting, yes, but he was more excited about how both of them would challenge him to a double battle. Each of them offered up one pokémon at a time to deal with his two pokémon team. For them, he carried six pokémon instead of his normal four; the pokémon that made up his team varied, depending on how much of a challenge he felt like being. After all, they came all the way to the Subway to challenge him, he should make it worth their while.

When they arrived, they both had the same strange reaction to him that Cloud had. They greeted him warmly and enthusiastically, but both hesitated oddly as if there were more to what they were going to say. They exchanged a look, though Emmet couldn't discern the meaning, but they shrugged off whatever it was and continued their conversation with him otherwise normally.

It was an exciting battle with them to be sure. However, watching them strategize together, Emmet felt a little jealous? Or homesick? It was a strange feeling in his stomach, almost a yearning, but it made no sense. What could he possibly be yearning for? He was battling just as he always loved to! He got to synchronize his pokémon, another thing he loved. His challengers were having a fun time against him, smiling so brightly.

There was supposed to be more to the battle.

But in the end, he won against them. White called (yelled) across the battlefield to him, giving him a play by play of all the things she thinks she should have done. Black simply snapped his fingers with a 'dang!' Emmet felt a simultaneous need to tease White and encourage her at the same time. Emmet split the difference, encouraging her first and then telling her that maybe she should have faced twenty battles before he let her face him. While White huffed and puffed, Black closed the distance between them and thanked Emmet for letting them come despite all things.

Emmet tilted his head, hands clasped behind his back. What did Black mean? He asked as much, and Black sort of stared blankly at him for a moment, looking very much like he'd walked into a room and forgot why he went there in the first place. White jogged over to join them, putting her hands on her hips. She couldn't explain his comment either, defaulting to a shrug and a casual reference to Emmet having a busy challenge schedule.

That seemed fair, and verrrrry thoughtful of them. When Emmet said so, White asked if they could get some BP for being thoughtful. Black chastised her but also seemed excited at the prospect of getting BP. They both groaned when Emmet chirped that they would have to battle him with more enthusiasm if they wanted free BP like that. Although they made a big deal of groaning, White promised that she would definitely be back soon and earn SO much BP. Emmet would run out of BP, she said!

As they left, they turned to each other, energetically discussing the battle they just had. Black clenched his hands into eager fists, and White waved her arms every which way, clearly emulating moves that had happened in the battle. Emmet watched them leave, waving as they did so, and felt the ache in his stomach spread up into his chest. Something about it just felt really familiar. He wanted to do that too. It felt like he should be doing it. But unlike White and Black, he didn't have someone to immediately turn to. It really, really felt like he should have someone, though.

But that wasn't something you just forgot, right?