#phantump hop au

[eternapocalypse]

Glimwood Tangle is a dangerous place, especially during the winter, when the cold threatens to nip at your heels, to set frostbite deep in your bones. Hop — he thinks that's his name — is lucky he doesn't need to worry about any of that, but the temperature still wracks his body in shivers, the roots of the tree he's seeking refuge in providing little shelter from the cold.

It's as dangerous as it is lonely here. He hasn't seen another person since the start of winter. Part of him wonders if he's the only living thing in the forest right now, but maybe that's too self-centered for him to think. Maybe he's just unlucky. It feels fitting, familiar in a way that hurt.

Shaking, he huddles in on himself, trying to keep warm. His eyes peek out from the tangled tree roots, searching for something in the darkness outside, but all that's there are glowing mushrooms and snow.

That is, until, there's a voice.

It's soft, and for a moment Hop thinks he's just hearing things. But it gets louder, closer, and then he sees dark hooves trampling on the snow outside. He tries to get a closer look, but all he can see is a mass of white.

"Slow down!" something (someone?) calls out. "Lad, you're going to get yourself hurt."

Another voice replies, familiar and indignant. "I won't, mum—!"

It's cut off with a yelp as a small, dark face crashes into the roots. Hop flinches, finds himself looking into purple eyes that stare back curiously.

It's a Wooloo, his mind says before he registers it. A mix of grief and anger wash over him at the thought and he can't quite wrap his head around it. A Wooloo out of all things.

"Who're you?" they ask, and Hop moves back a step, glaring.

"Root! Stars below, you're going to give me a heart attack." The first voice from earlier is louder now, and there's hoofsteps just outside of the safety of Hop's refuge. "Are you alright?"

Root finally tears his face away, looking behind him. "Yeah!" he responds, before looking back at Hop. "There's someone in here."

Hop moves back further, until his back nearly phases into the dirt behind him. He curls in on himself, tries to look smaller, as if that'd make him invisible.

"They're very ugly!" Root continues, and Hop lifts his head to shoot him a look. "And they're being very weird."

There's a huff, followed by a sigh, before Root is pushed away very lightly. Another Wooloo stands before Hop now, much larger and older than Root, but their wool isn't pure white, patches of black scattered across it like autumn leaves.

"What did I say about being rude?" they say with disappointment before taking a peek through the tangled roots. Their expression morphs to something else as they look down on Hop. "Heavens me, a Phantump? In this neck of Glimwood?"

Hop swallows, staring back. For some reason, the mention of his species makes his chest clench up, like it's wrong, wrong, wrong.

"Where's your family, dear?" they ask. "Surely a orchard of your folks should be around here..."

"Don't have any," Hop forces out of his mouth. "'m alone."

Something in the Wooloo's eyes flashes, and he can't tell if that's a good thing. "Now, that won't do at all, especially in this weather."

They pause, as if thinking.

"Me and my son are heading to Ballonlea," they start. "If you'd like, you could come with us? It'd certainly be warmer and safer for you."

Hop's mouth presses into a thin line. The name Ballonlea rings a bell, but he can't quite grasp whatever memory that comes from, like he's trying to cup water in his hands.

A minute seems to stretch into eternity as he thinks about the offer. It'd be the best option, but he doesn't know if he could trust these people.

Instead of voicing that, though, he just mutters "okay" and slowly floats out of the roots, watching the Wooloo and their child carefully.

I hope I made the right choice.

"Wonderful!" The Wooloo smiles and takes a step back. "Ah, where are my manners? My name is Charlotte, and the little scamp with me is Root. What's yours, little one?"

"Hop," he stammers out. "My name's Hop."

[indulgencepokecomic]

Before I made any references, I drew this specific scene from a nightmare! (Harmony's unconscious, not dead, just to be clear.) Some designs may be out of date.

[harmonytre]

Shhhhhhh I'm sneaking by my tumblr to drop off these doodles! The Phanthop AU by @roseltheteacup has snatched me up. I sketched him at work, as well as other character doodles and uhhhhhh downloaded flipaclip to make something in an hour! I plan to make an animation meme for it HELP ME

Also I can't stop laughing at how skinny I drew Leon's little legs LOL

[alolanrain]

here are all my Au’s! feel free to ask about any of them. (italics are notes)

Ta!au - my most beloved au. 

Tatto!au 

 Arceus Motheman! au

Godly Human Council!au - Godly Council!au - Council!au - human gods!au - all the same but I just screwed up their names repeatedly 

Interview Revelations!au

Poke Twitter!au - Ash/Raihan established relationship

Wing shift!au

Hot goss!au

Non-hao!au - Ash/Raihan established relationship

Dad!ingo

Dad!kabu

Crown prince!au

Dance!au

Go-pro!au

Time stamp!au - no romantic relationships

Alolan Swap!au - Ash/Hop established relationship/divorce - possible remarry in the future

Mothering Latios!au

Dollar store avatar!au

Little prince!au

Blind!au

Ash found a gun!au

Riolu starter!au

Miraculous ladybug!au - Ash/Raihan established relationship - don’t have a lot this is just a little au

Cryptid one!au

Arranged court!au

Soulmark!au - Raihan/Sonia/Ash/Leon established relationship

Mafia!au - not a whole lot/would love to get into this more

Fantasy!au

Head council!au 

Medieval!au

Helper and the front desk!au - maybe jessie/james in the future

Omegas touch!au - no established relationship for Ash

rat&meowth!au - Pikachu/Meowth established relationship

Challenger025!au - no established relationship 

Wrong kinda pikachu!au - no established relationship

Not so secretly married!au - Ash/Raihan established relationship

Reincarnation!au

Mini tapu!au

Shadow Lugia

De aged ash!au

Phantump!au - phantump!ash

Wiffleball - over multiple au’s

Champion disasters!au

Champions in hisui!au

Dad!lance

Drake vs lance

Nightmare!au

Bby!ash

Language buff!au

Found family!au

Found dragon fam!au

[leafpoolz]

Cringe Ass Nae Nae Ghost Kid  (???-2019, shot to death)

[ricephobic]

phantump hop au by @galarsun

[xgoldenlatiasx]

mystery dungeon AU doodle

[smuggonifico-lmao]

Heyyy anyone know that Phanthump!Hop au which I just read half an hour ago and which also made ne fucking cry? No? Now you fucking do.

Suffer with me.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21593872/chapters/51487468

[bunnykizzez]

i will now be tagging the au the comic i posted was based on as #sordid fates !

[bearmyshielf]

(Based on the phanthop au created by the lovely @roseltheteacup and @alittlewriter ! Hope you dont mind me doing this, but your au made me sad so I had to write something. Now it’s 1 AM, so off to sleep I go!)

—-

Phantump, the stump Pokemon. According to old tales, these Pokémon are stumps possessed by the spirits of children who died while lost in the forest.

—-

He likes his new trainer.

Lee is kind, and gentle, and he smiles like everything will be alright, now that he’s here. Lee doesn’t mind holding his hand, or peeling the crusts off his sandwiches, buys him chocolate ice cream and cookies and when the skies are clear, brings him to see the stars.

(Back in the forest, it had been dark, so dark. What sunlight he had seen was the little streams of gold that would peek through the leaves on good days, and darkness so complete it frightened him every other day. He had wandered, not knowing what he was missing, what he needed to find, just that he needed to find something. He had memorized every blade of tall grass. He had climbed every tree. He learned how to hide, how to keep quiet, how to make himself small. He learned what was safe to eat and wasn’t, how to see in the dark. He learned how to survive in a forest that seemed intent on swallowing him alive, and he had to do it alone.)

With Lee, he’s never alone. His trainer is always always there, a presence larger than life and just a smile bright as the sun. Lee takes him everywhere, and tells jokes, and makes curry just the way he likes it whenever he wants, wherever they are.

(Colorful mushrooms lighting up hidden paths and rocky mountains with gravel underfoot and the smell of salt by the ocean and rolling meadows filled with Woolos and clouds drifting by a giant window fat and lazy and gem encrusted walls and warm water and and and-

And Lee. He’s there. He’s always always there.)

—-

The first time he sees Lee battle, it’s at the very top of a tower that reaches the clouds.

He doesn’t recognize the other trainer, but they look scary, with the determined looking scowl tugging on their lips and the sharp look in their eyes. A part of him wants to curl up and hide, find a crevice and make himself small, the way he did back in the forest when the bigger Pokemon went by. He doesn’t though. Lee is right there, and he wants to be brave.

The fight is short. The fight is brutal. He watches, agape, as Charizard grows large, larger than any tree he’d ever seen, any pokemon he’d ever meet. He watches as the battle ends in a flash of orange fire, the ends of his leaves warming up as it rushes by.

The battle ends. His awe does not end with it.

Later, they make camp next to Lake Outrage, and Lee has gone to gather some berries. It’s just him and the rest of the team. He gives the others a friendly wave before he floats over to where Lee has left his things, hunting for the red and white balls that he’s always seen trainers with. It isn’t hard to find one, buried under strange pictures and a folded cape. He lifts it and chortles with glee, the sound echoing a hundred times over as he tosses it up and catches it again.

(He remembers the way Lee had done it, powerful arcs and deliberate movements. He remembers how he had felt- like his breath had been stolen- like there’s a sharp ache somewhere inside him, a dull throbbing that won’t go away, heat and ice making his vision blur. It hurt, but in a good way, and he wants that. He’s sure he does.)

It’s hard to imitate his trainer, but he tries, heaves the ball up to his chest and starts to turn around. He gets dizzy soon enough, and does that mean it’s time to let go? He does, and stumbles in midair as the ball leaves his hands to curve upwards gracefully and land on the grass some distance away.

Next to it, Lee, who drops the berries and plates he’s been holding, who’s hands rise up to cover his eyes as the dishes shatter, a thousand little shards sent in all directions. He watches, paralyzed, as his trainer’s shoulders tremble, like they’re caught in their own internal earthquake.

He rushes over, dives into Lee’s chest and clings to his shirt. Lee doesn’t hesistate- his hands come down to cradle him against their chest, shaking, shaking, shaking. He feels something drip on his branches and makes a low crooning noise, a rumbling purr he’d seen Meowths do to comfort their trainers, until Lee’s hands aren’t trembling so much and his shoulders art still.

Lee exhales. It’s a shaky, hollow sound, like someone has torn out his soul, and he never wants them to sound like that again, never, never again. He swears that, even as the rest of the team comes close and Charizard’s wings spread to curl around them.

(Later on he tries to pick up the shards left on the grass, but Lee stops him with red rimmed eyes. “It’s fine.” They murmur as he watches sadly. “You’ll cut yourself; let me do it.)

—-

“Phan?” He asks, confused. Lee smiles at him, pats the air next to him. They’re in the town with budews sleeping in the gardens and a large house nearby, looming.

(He doesn’t like that house. The last time Lee had brought him there, he had felt small: he had felt afraid, and alone, like he was back in the woods and all he could see were shadows. He had run away, and Lee had tore open the countryside looking for him, until his voice cracked and his shouts became whispers. He came back eventually, and Lee had hugged him so fiercely as they begged him to never leave like that again. It took five days before Lee could speak without coughing up blood. Five days of worry and guilt, and the knowledge that his trainer cared enough to look for him, to push himself that far. He doesn’t know why, but he feels like no one’s ever done that for him before.)

“I have someone for you to meet.” Lee smiles. There’s no stumble to their voice. He floats over, confused, as they continue. “Look, here they come now.”

He looks at the direction Lee is pointing and sees a Dubwool, being led by a woman with a shock of orange hair and followed by a Yamper. He looks at Lee, even more confused, but then the Dubwool tackles him.

There’s a commotion and flurry of movement around him, but his vision is filled with white wool and bright eyes, gleaming. The Dubwool nuzzles him, mindful of their horns. It’s you. They say, their voice trailing off to a celebratory bleat. It’s you! You’re back! You finally came back!

He wants to ask who they’re talking about. He wants to ask if they’ve met. Instead, he says nothing at all, as he buries his face in their coarse wool and wonders why this all feels so familiar.

—-

He’s been with Lee for three months when another new face appears.

The trainer looks young, and he doesn’t know them but- he feels like he should, for some reason. They look at him with wide wet eyes and it feels familiar, the way the Pokemon Lee had introduced him to had all felt familiar, like the woman with orange hair had felt familiar. Like it was something he’s forgotten, something he’d witnessed once in a dream.

“...Hey.” They whisper cautiously, picking at the edge of their sleeves with their nails. They’re still watching him with those wide wide eyes, huge and terrified. “Is it really you? Hop?”

That’s his name. He knows that at least, had been there when Lee called him that for the first time. He gives a shrill giggle, and they smile. He thinks that it’s a good expression on them.

“I thought I would never see you again.” The trainer’s lips wobble, and they use their hand to rub at the corners of their eyes. “We didn’t even get to say goodbye, yknow? I didn’t even notice you were gone, not until Leon did.”

He doesn’t understand what they’re trying to say. But he notices the way they’ve begun to curl inwards, eyes on the ground as they struggled to breathe. He knows what that means.

(He doesn’t know this trainer, with their sad smiles and shaking voice, but he knows already that he cant stand to see them cry.)

He floats forward as their eyes begin to droop, the weight of their tears pulling the edges down.

“And I stole your dream even though I didn’t really want to be champion, and I never said anything to you, and I didn’t look for you, I didn’t try and find you-“ they suck in a noisy breath, ribs rattling. “I was so happy to be number one I forgot about you, even though you were always there when I needed you, and I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-“

He noses his way into their arms, as their frame is wracked with heavy sobs that seem to take everything out of them. “I’m sorry-“ They croak, voice cracking, and repeat. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry- Hop, I’m sorry.“

He doesn’t know what they’re apologizing for, but he decides he’s forgiven them for it. He buries his face into the crook of their neck and listens to the apologies whistling out from between their teeth.

—-

He’s watching his trainer battle his rival and he feels something like pride, something a little more bittersweet- he watches them trade blows and something in him rings hollow, like a strike against an empty glass of water.

“I’ve never met a Phantump before.” The little girl next to him says. He cocks his head. “There’s never been any near Hammerlocke. And anyway, you’re the only one that has purple leaves.”

Was he? He bats at the purple foliage peeking out of his stump, wondering. Maybe that made him special. The girl watches him through the corner of her eyes.

“Though, we’ve met before, haven’t we? I asked your friend to deliver a letter for me. You were there too. You helped.” She smiles and smiles and keeps smiling, but she’s gone perfectly still.

He blinks in confusion.

“I never thanked you for that.”

She reaches out and pats him on the side of his head, and still confused, he lets her. “It’s not too late for you. You have got to remember.”

“Hey!” Lee calls from below. He turns to look at him: he’s flushed and grinning from victory, as his rival sighs over their rotom phone. “Come on, let’s go!”

He begins to follow his trainer, but not before sparing one more look behind him.

The little girl is not there.

—-

There’s a trainer waving a feathered stick around.

He floats over to investigate, the chiming of the bell alluring despite himself. The trainer chuckles as he bats at the toy, arms moving to and fro to attack it.

“I heard who you are.” The Trainer mutters as the toy begins to slow. Their eyes stay locked on him. “I heard it from the Champion. You’re Hop, aren’t you?”

That’s his name, so he nods. The trainer huffs out a brittle laugh, looking away and running a hand through his mess of unruly curls.

“...It was my fault.”

They don’t wait for him to understand. They barrel on, the words leaving them in a rush.

“You- you were ten. I was ten. Shit, we were stupid little kids, and I... I said that to you, and you disappeared, and I’m so fucking sorry for that. It was my fault.” They sigh. “What I did was unforgivable.”

He watches as they fiddle with the collar of their pink shirt, unable to meet his eyes. For some reason, he feels a stab of deja vu.

“Just... I’m glad you’re happy now, at least.”

—-

In the end, all it takes is a realization.

He’s sitting in Lee’s help and the thought strikes him how many friends he has now; how many memories shared. He’s sitting on Lee’s lap and all he feels is safe: all he feels is content.

(He thinks of the familiar Pokemon and the trainer with huge eyes and everyone else he had met, and he thinks of lonely days in a wood filled with fog and thinks that he is happy with what he has now.)

“I love you.” He hears Lee whisper as they poke at the fire, and he- he wants to respond.

(He’s warm and safe and happy, surrounded by companions, watching the stars twinkle overhead, and he’s never felt farther than his origins before: like the years he had spent in those woods never happened, like he never had to learn how to be small and safe. The darkness seems so far away, with the campfire spitting embers into the distance. He’s here, and he’s happy, and it feels like a dream come true.)

“Love you too Lee.” He whispers, actually whispers, with a voice that isn’t a chorus of screams, and-

-something in his soul slides right into place, and clicks.

(He isn’t lost anymore.)

[eternapocalypse]

Found my old list of reincarnated folks and decided to fix it up a bit alongside adding the Paldean characters! This is subject to change as I work on the AU more seriously.

Kanto:

Red (Pikachu)

Daisy (Chansey)

Blue | Cobalt (Charmeleon)

Sabrina (Alakazam)

Johto:

Silver (Sneasel [Johto])

Kris (Totodile)

Whitney (Clefairy)

Bugsy | Pollen (Venonat)

Hoenn:

May | Haruka (Combusken)

Wally (Ralts)

Archie (Mightyena)

Sinnoh:

Dawn (Grotle)

Barry (Prinplup)

Lucas (Monferno)

Professor Rowan (Abomasnow)

Officer Looker | Croagunk (... Croagunk)

Cyrus | Sol (Honchkrow)

Unova:

N (Purrloin [Shiny])

Cheren | Yohan (Herdier)

Bianca (Minccino)

Ingo (Sneasel [Hisui])

Emmet (Sneasel [Johto])

Ghetsis (Hydreigon)

Kalos:

Serena | Flicker (Fennekin)

Clemont (Helioptile)

Korrina (Riolu)

Emma | Esprit (Meowstic [F])

Alola:

Lillie (Flabébé [White Flower])

Sophocles (Rotom)

Lana (Popplio)

Mimo | Pawpaw (Charmander [Shiny])

Galar:

Hop (Phantump)

Bede | Root (Wooloo)

Nessa (Milotic)

Raihan (Sylveon)

Paldea:

Nemona (Riolu)

Penny (Rotom* [Shiny])

Arven (Fidough)

Larry (Komala)

Kieran (Applin)

[indulgencepokecomic]

Day #29: Massive

Hop would be the one who would want to Gigantimax the most!

[harmonytre]

HarmonyTRE Series

CURRENT SERIES

@sweetvoicecafe (HLVRAI Askblog)

@theairshipexperiment (Among Us Series)

@absurdamongus (Among Us Series)

@indulgencepokecomic Self-insert AU with Phantump-Hop, Ninetales-Leon, Zorua-N, Growlithe-James, Joltik-Emmet, Chandelure-Ingo, and more! Mostly doodles, but may do some comics as well.

@skeleflock (Undertale AU)

Messier (Outerpink Undertale AU)

***

FINISHED/CANCELLED SERIES

@flicker-of-a-neon-soul (Undertale AU)

@prismtale (Undertale AT)

Taffy and Steven Universe (Post Steven Universe AU, comic finished, Ask Stage)

Mistbreak (Steven Universe AU, comic cancelled)

(older, like 3-5 years ago)

Who I Am (Pokemon, comic cancelled, will rewrite and start again)

Radiant Rainbows (Pokemon and OC, comic cancelled, will rewrite story with OCs only)

Don’t Dwell on the Past (Pokemon, comic cancelled)

Chills of Flame (D&D, comic cancelled due to personal reasons)

Old Collab Blogs

@steven-audventures

@griffstercafe

@swap-trio-au

@hungergames-su-au

UPCOMING SERIES

Outlook (OC, comic, need to write out but the characters are written up)

Bloom of a New Day (Pokemon Nuzlocke comic, need to finish playing, partway written) @nuzradiance

Who I Am Reboot (Pokemon, comic, hasn’t rewrote)

[florallithe]

Ok so add on to my take on the phanthop au

(this version hevily relies on a headcannon i have that ghost type pokemon that still have memories from when they were alive, see themselves as if they were alive {with some hints to how they died/parts of their appearance related to the pokemon they became im working on visual examples i swear )

(Also i played sheild so MC gets zamazenta)

•MC and the rivals (bede, hop, marnie) are all 17 when this takes place

•hop remembers everything when he wakes up (exept for that he died)

•he wakes up in the wield and doesnt realise hes even dead until he finds Leon and MC mourning over his death

•Championship battle was postponed after the eternatus thing to give the league time to get things back together, so Leon is still the champion

•Majority of story is hop trying to tell everyone that hes fine

•everyone else sees this as him just being curious

•Allister and Opal are the only ones who can see hop (like as a person) and understand him (it made sense to me because, imaging being around ghost types for so long, that you can actally see and hear who they used to be)(also Opal because weird fairy magic)

•Opal is the one to tell leon and MC that the phantump is hop

•after hearing this and getting annother look at him and how he was behaving, they felt pretty bad that they didnt figure it out sooner

•Post game events still happen, and hop gets kidnapped by the sword and sheild weirdos

•so instead of hop, leon goes with you to help with dynamax

•leon also gets zacian instead of hop

Its not the most put together, but i hope you like it!

[leafpoolz]

“Lee? Lee! Lee, it’s me!”

[nightmaretyrantvantas]

The Journey for Mew part 1: The horrifying beginning

Well here we go! The start of a fic series for my recently posted sander sides pokemon au, which was inspired by @sugarglider9603‘s pokemon au

This is gonna start angsty, turn to a slightly thrilling adventurous hurt and comfort, and will have a happy ending I promise! 

A trigger warning for the begining: Theres cursing, fighting(pokemon battling counts in this category right?) and slight mentions of blood, and injuries.

This is also going to be my first full series with a planned ending so I hope its good!

Also to establish this now each of the boys specialize in different pokemon types

Thomas: Normal/water(plus his team is all eeveelutions) Roman: Fire Patton: Fairy/some psychic Logan: Psychic/steel Virgil: ghost/dark Deceit: Bug/ ground Remus: Dark/poison

Now lets get started shall we? ( this one is long to buckle in)

It all started that one fated, horrible winter night. Of course the night itself hadnt started horrible.

It had been a quiet night on the Sander Sanctuary grounds when Virgil slipped out of the shared farm house and started walking towards the east side of the property, and towards the darkened office building a little ways from the house. He took in a deep breath of the crisp night air, smiling as he watched his breath’s smoke dissipate while he walked. Virgil didnt have any job duties or training sessions the next day so he decided he’d stay up that night to spend time with the sanctuary’s dark and ghost pokemon. As he walked through the grass, eyes adjusting to the dim moonlight and scattered lanterns that dotted the property and its pathways, he couldnt help but smile more. Sitting on his shoulders chittering happily was his trusted partner Banette, the doll pokemon’s zipper grin wide and cheerful. Sally had always been a brave cheerful pokemon, a contrast to her trainer’s shyer, anxious nature. 

“ You excited to play with all your friends Sally?”Sally, affectionately named after a character in one of his favorite movies, nodded her head and waved her arms in her excitement. Virgil chuckled and tried to dodge getting smacked. 

“ Ghas?” “ Gastly!!” He paused as three young Gastly floated around him happily, cheering at his presence. As they did Sally hopped to the ground and was immediately swarmed by a group of shuppets, giggling as she was nuzzled and blepped. Virgil’s smile widened and he patted one of the Gastly as he was also nudged and avoided their playful licks.

“ hehe h-hey guys im happy to see you all to-aaaaaaah!” He flailed his arms as he fell back when A large Gengar popped up in front of his with its arms up, being caught mid fall by strong rough hands. He leaned his head back and let out an exasperated sigh at the sight of a familiar grinning Trevenant, it’s laugh echoing out of its mouth soon joined by the Gengar’s giggling. He stood back up and regained his balance, hands on his hips at the two pranksters.

“ Ha ha ha. Very funny you two, you got me.” Then he ruffled Gengar’s fur and patted Trevenant’s head. 

Gengar was one of the older ghost pokemon, one of the eldest to live at the Sanctuary if Virgil remembered correctly. He’d been a Haunter when Thomas had been bequeathed the property from his grandfather and he and thomas had moved onto it and started cleaning it up and he’d been there with them through everything, playing harmless pranks and helping out. Virgil had befriended and grown close to the pokemon, even as it stayed happily wild in the east woods of the property with its best friend Trevenant, who he had helped nurse back to health from a Phantump. The two followed at his side as he kept walking, more ghost and dark pokemon gathering and happily playing around him perfectly at ease with the ghost trainer’s presence. Some even welcomed it as younger pokemon poked and tugged at his pants and jacket to get him to chase them and play tag. He indulged the kids, making them squeal and him laugh. A few feet away from the back of the office building he could see a light shining in a back room, signifying Logan was still awake and working despite it nearing midnight. He could also see pokemon peering into the window curiously, watching the older trainer work. He sighed and started crossing the distance to the building, deciding he’d try to urge Logan to go to bed. Unlike himself Logan had other work in the morning, and he didnt need to be an insomniac too. As he walked his Espeon caught up and trotted beside him contently with a yawn. He reached down and ruffled his fur. “You could’ve stayed in bed you weirdo.” His Espeon gave him an incredulous look and Virgil shrugged. Things were peaceful, and happy.

If only that could’ve last...

He felt the shift in the air, everything suddenly feeling tenser or charged. At first he thought it was simply his paranoia rearing its head, and he looked up towards the looming shadow of Geolite mountain up towards the top of the valley, and the way the moon seemed to touch the summit, almost cradled by it. There was a branch snap and his head whipped towards the fence, and the darkness beyond it. With narrowed eyes Virgil started approaching, hearing something like whispering.

“ Houndoom use shadow ball!” His eyes widened and he scrambled back as a shadow ball hit the fence and destroyed a good chunk of it with a loud boom. He had to cover his ears and he heard the pokemon start scattering or hiding behind him. When his ears stopped ringing he looked towards the smoked mangled fence in horror, stomach twisting into knots. THen he looked beyond it and he felt cold.

Shadowed sillouettes with almost glowing red R’s blazened on their chests were approaching with pokemon, streetlights flickering.

Team Rocket. 

Virgil had always feared this might happen, that word of their pokemon haven would reach people like Giovanni and they’d be attacked for rare pokemon. With kids unknowingly spreading rumors and legends of legendaries visiting and living at the sanctuary, it was a terrifying possibility. But Virgil didnt have time to think about it, or to think of anything really.

“ Houndoom flamethrower!” 

Because the next thing he knew there was a large unrelenting spray of flames rushing straight for him and the pokemon behind him uncaring. Virgil didnt think, instead his body move and he squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to block as many pokemon as he could, as if his body and his body alone would completely shield them from any harm. In a single moment in the distance he thought he heard a wailing cry fainting pierce the night.

There were legends in the Floria region that they lived in that if you heard Giratina’s cry while you were out at night, it was a signal that you or someone else was about to die. It was a legend Logan loved debating and it was one Virgil had always taken with a grain of salt before.

It was Giratina’s enraged cry that pierced the air that night.

As the cry faded Virgil realized he wasnt burning to a crisp but it was still bright he opened his eyes and looked up.

And he was horrified.

Before him, blocking the name fading flames was a small pink pokemon floating in the air as a protective bubble of pink finished shattering around it. Mew’s body was covered in burns and tears started burning in his eyes as it then wobbled and fluttered towards the ground, virgil just barely managing the catch the injuried pokemon. He cradled the legendary in his arms in a panic, watching the poor thing’s shallow breathing as it keened softly, eyes barely open.

“ No no no no nonononononononoo.....” At once Mew’s tail touched his forehead and imaged flashed through his mind.

The mountain

The heart of the mountain

A natural spring of gentle glowing water in a cavern of light bouncing crystals 

Placing Mew in the spring

Healing. A place to heal Mew.

“ Aha the rumors are true! There are legendaries here! Mr. Giovanni is going to be thrilled! Grab the Mew and any other pokemon you can and get rid of the stupid trainer if he gets in the way!” He glared at the grunts as they started approaching closer, holding Mew closer as it shut its eyes tiredly. In front of him his Espeon and Sally stood defensively, both growling. But they were out numbered by a long shot. Lights were turning on in the house but it would be too late if he didnt do something. But if he got too close they’d take Mew and he’d never get it back to the mountain. But if he ran the pokemon would be raided and captured and hurt. 

“ Sally Shadow ball! Anxie used Psybeam!! Keep them away!” Both pokemon attacked and suddenly there was a barage of shadow balls and other attacks that knocked a bunch of the intruders back. Ghost and dark pokemon, including his own, charged forward in a rage, engaging the intruder’s pokemon in battle and trying to push them back and away from Virgil. He saw his two trusted buddies and the gengar that trusted him surrounded, and felt his vision go red when he saw grunts eyeing them and appraoching with nets and collars. They were going to take his friends. They were NOT taking his friends and they were not hurting the pokemon. He stood shakily and heard yelling. He could see Deceit rushing towards him from the house and Logan rushing out of the office confused and horrified. But Team Rocket was coming back onto the property, eyes locked on the pokemon in his arms. He had to do something quick before they all got hurt. Both of the others saw his mouth move with words unheard before he wrapped mew in his thick jacket and he rushed forward, tossing the jacket bundle to Deceit and charged forward recklessly. He let out his own angry cry as he sprinted, and the grunt the was about to lunge for his precious Sally looked up.

Just in time to see the black gloved fist that slammed into his face seconds later. He fell back and wasnt able to see the boot covered foot swing up and kick him away from the chest. He caught the humans around him by surprise and his body was illuminated by the nearby streetlight as he lunged and yanked one of their houndooms back as it readied another flamethrower towards his friends and winced as it grazed his arm. But adrenaline was flowing and he barely noticed as he shoved it back and fought back against the other grunts that started ganging up on him. 

Virgil fought back with everything he had, and he was winning too. The light flickered again. There was another yell.

Then he felt the taser rod before he saw it.

In that moment the world seemed to slow, his scream of pain as his vision flashed white seemed to cut the air in half. His vision started going dark and he felt weightless even as he crumpled to the ground, and the last things he heard was Giratina’s louder, enraged cry, and the wail of multiple pokemon, almost as if they were crying

Or it was a war cry.

“ VIRGIL!!!!!!!” Logan almost screamed when he saw his friend drop to the floor like a ragdoll into a heap under the spotlight. He started running forward as more booms and ground tremors almost knocked him over. The once dark night was now morbidly lighting up with fire coming from the west side past the house, and he could hear more yelling of his housemates over the sound of angry and panicking pokemon. He didnt want to believe he heard the impossible sound of Giratina’s cry but there was no time to think about that.

His eyes were on virgil as he screamed his name and tried to run through battles. But before he could even get close his body was grabbed by psychic forces and yanked back. He yelped and struggled against his Alazakam’s power. 

“ Alakazam! What are you doing?! Let me go! I have to help Virgil!” The pokemon shook its head and held him close. It was then he felt the ground begin shaking under his feet. In the sparking, flickering streetlight the grunt that had taken Virgil down stumbled back in fear. Beneath Virgil’s unmoving form a shadow was growing and swirling around him, growing more and more and anger radiating from it. For a brief moment Logan thought he saw bright teal eyes flash in that inky darkness as a low growl sounded. 

In that moment Logan had the realization that perhaps the silly urban legends and rumors the kids in town whispered, myths that anyone who messes with or hurts the sanctuary and those who work in it invoke the wrath of the legendary pokemon, had more stock in them then he ever gave them credit for.

And then hell broke loose with one last, almost ear ringingly close enraged wail filled the air and the ground shook with some kind of impact.

A shadow ball whizzed past his ear and he was yanked back as his metagross got in front of his protectively and casted a protect around them. 

Within that moment four major things happened at once.

The woods bursted with furious and battle ready ghost and dark pokemon as they charged towards the grunts that attacked Virgil, Sally leading the charge with an war cry and tears in her pinkish red eyes. 

On the west side of the house there was screaming and yelling as Roman and Patton both fought and tried to protect the pokemon and put out the fires as well as fighting off another wave of intruders, Roman’s ranger styler lit up and active as he tried to keep grunts away from the more vulnerable grass pokemon being attacked. 

Near the woods he caught a brief glimpse of Deceit cradling the jacket bundle in his arms, barely catching his face before he suddenly disappeared into thin air and a furious Dusknior was in his place before charging into battle itself.

And there was screaming and angry yelling from near the front and he caught glances of thomas and his team of eeveelutions defending the nursery part of the house and keeping grunts back, and glimpses of a bloodied Remus full out charging and attacking grunts, knocking them down with his fists and feet with a wild look on his face. Everything was chaotic and Logan struggled more, pleading with his protective pokemon to let him go, let him out and go help his loved ones. But then he took a chance to calm down, take a shaky breath, and stood up straight.

“ Lets go.” 

Things blurred for Logan after that. He could remember being freed. Could remember running along side the battling pokemon with Lucario at his side.

He remembered the yelling and wailing and pokemon cries and running through battles.

He remembered stumbling through the thick darkness towards Virgil’s form and cradling the lanky boy in his arms. 

He vaguely remembered Team Rocket being forced back more and more and soon after retreating and being run off by Remus and a barage of pissed off pokemon. 

He remembered crying and yells of his name as he tried to wake him up. 

He also remembered long wails of despair and the gagging reek of smoke and the darkness around him and Virgil slipping away and rising, a dark clawed hand reaching towards his face placatingly.

‘ He will live, but now, you both must sleep....’

And then there was darkness as Logan slumped forward into Darkrai’s embrace, everything fading away  as his eyes fell shut......

The same kind of darkness Deceit was surrounded by as he crashed into the ground and found himself far from his endangered home with mew tucked in his arms looking up the looming mountain he stood at the base of....

And thats the end of part 1! I warned you guys it would be angsty! dont worry itll get better....eventually...

Regardless I hope you guys like part 1 and look forward to part 2!!!

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