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02 // #0560 - Manic

"Scrafty, the Hoodlum Pokémon, Dark and Fighting Type. They can smash concrete blocks with their kicking attacks. The one with the biggest crest is the group leader. The group leader also tends to be the one that sacrifices." — Scrafty's Pokédex Entry

In a deal, both parties must be truthful and trustful.

If one were to deceive, the whole operation goes to hell.

The bridge falls, and a war commences.

Such is the unspoken rule of the streets.

Credibility is a mandatory requirement to start a business.

And sometimes... some kicks and punches are needed, too.

. . . . . .

15 October 491

I turn sixteen today, the minimum age for the gang to allow a Scraggy to go see how a transaction works.

Walking into the alley of our turf, I feel so much safer already. It's basically like a home to me now, not that I had a home to begin with.

There's only about seven or eight people here, maybe they're out there doing business. The alley's still lively, though.

<???>

Ayy, Chrys! 'sup with you, man?

A Scrafty calls for me.

<Me>

...nothin' much, Theon. Where the rest of 'em go?

<Theon>

Dealin'. Heard it's our biggest shot yet.

<Theon>

Heck, even the leader went as well. You know, be the representative and shit.

<Me>

That's a good thing, right...? We might just get famous from this.

<Theon>

Still, it sounds too good to be true, Chrys. Too good...

<???>

Hey, Chrys, Theon!

<Theon>

Aughn.

Another Scraggy comes over to us, carrying some zip bags with them.

<Aughn>

Look what I've found. Some leftovers from previous deals.

<Theon>

You sure got a lot of them.

<Aughn>

Fuck yeah! What do we got here? LSD, some mushrooms, weed... sure, it's leftovers, but it doesn't matter if it works.

<Aughn>

By the way... Chrys, your birthday's this week, yeah?

<Me>

It's today, actually.

<Aughn>

Nice timing, then. You're sixteen now, should be able to take one of these!

Aughn tries to toss me a bag of crystal.

I... I don't think I'm ready for it yet. I swiftly put it back.

<Me>

Yeah, I'll pass.

<Aughn>

Oh, come on. Grow a pair of balls, already. Once you get a taste of it, you'll never have enough, man!

<Me>

Heh heh, I'm just scared of its side effects...

<Aughn>

It's nothing to worry about. You have us, right here! These are the finest shit in Zeroid, you know? You're missing out...

<Theon>

Chrys just turned sixteen, Aughn. Sooner or later, he's gonna acquire a taste for these by himself.

<Theon>

Now, just leave him be. It's not like we're gonna stop making these.

<Theon>

...pass me the cannabis.

<Aughn>

Well... okay, if you say so.

<Aughn>

Then, I'll have these all by myself! See ya, suckers!

<Theon>

Heh, get outta here.

Aughn picks up all the bags and leaves.

Theon really saved me just now. It's not like I don't want to do it, it's that... I can't get over my own moral principles yet...

I feel like I've been left out from the group if I don't do it, but still...

<Me>

Maybe I should've at least tried...

<Theon>

Don't do it if you don't want it. Aughn committed his entire future into this, that's why he does it.

<Theon>

You, however, don't HAVE to stay here, get me? Zeroid's so big that it's impossible to starve to death here.

<Theon>

There's a lot of other things to do other than being a pusher.

<Theon>

Huff...

The Scrafty ignites the joint he just rolled up and takes a puff.

This IS where I belong. I have nowhere else to go anymore.

If I have to be a filthy drug seller to stay, so be it. I have friends here that understand and accept me, after all. That's all I need.

<Theon>

Chrys, do you want to...

<Theon>

...no, never mind.

He hands me the joint, before pulling it back.

What's that supposed to mean? That I don't have the balls to take even a joint?!

<Me>

Don't look down on me, I can take it!

<Theon>

HEY!

I snatch his spliff.

To show that I ain't a fucking pussy.

<Theon>

GIVE IT BACK, YOU FUCK.

He takes it back almost instantly.

His eyes... I've never seen Theon staring at me like that.

<Me>

Gasp...

<Theon>

...huff. Don't ever do that again.

<Theon>

You do this to anybody else, and you'll be dead in a second.

<Theon>

Besides... weed's the low tier one. Trust me, you'll grow over it in just a week.

<Me>

I've seen you taking that for years...

<Theon>

People take drugs for the 'high'. This is enough high for me.

<Theon>

Enough 'bout that. So Chrys, have you been practising your headbutting...

<???>

HUFF... HUFF... FUCK GUYS... WE'VE BEEN AMBUSHED...!

Several Scrafties come running back to the turf. Their words send us all in shock, especially since some of them were originally Scraggies.

They evolved... which only means that something bad has happened... they witnessed something they shouldn't.

<Theon>

What happened?

<???>

We were supposed to meet up with the Toxtricities... some group of fucks showed up and fucked us over...

<???>

They took our shit and... leader's killed.

<Me>

What?

<Theon>

Huh!?

That shook us all.

Our leader's... dead? The most powerful Scrafty of us all... killed?

That's... a hard pill to swallow.

<Theon>

...fuck.

<???>

Shit, what do we do now...!?

<???>

How the fuck should I know?! We suffer severe loss, and our boss dead...

<???>

I evolved, after seeing him killed... it's traumatising...

<???>

What's gonna happen to us...?

<Theon>

GUYS, SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Theon lets out a loud cry and quiets down the entire alley.

<Me>

Theon...?

<Theon>

Okay, guys, listen to me. I know y'all are devastated now, but it's situations like these that we must remain calm and not running around, screaming.

<Theon>

If the leader's no more... we simply have to pick a new one.

<Theon>

Call everybody here. We'll be having a meeting, pronto.

<???>

O... okay!

With that, the gang starts moving again.

That's impressive, being able to sort things out immediately...

Maybe him being a Scrafty ain't something coincidental.

<???>

Alright, everyone's present, I think.

<Aughn>

What's the ruckus about, man?

<Theon>

Idris' dead. The deal's a bust.

<Aughn>

What, the leader!? Holy shit...

<???>

So we're gonna pick our new boss now, huh? Who wants to be?

The gang falls silent.

Not a surprise. A leader has to organise the entire group and look after all the members. It's far from an easy task.

The Scraggies and Scrafties look at each other. The panic only rises.

<???>

Oh, come the fuck on! Without a leader, we'll be fucked! We're in Zeroid, man! We won't survive a day here...

<???>

Quit whining, dude. You complaining is just gonna fuck us over even more.

<???>

I'm just here for the acid. Count me out of this confusing shit...

<???>

Is no one gonna do it!?

Out of nowhere, Aughn raises his hand.

<Aughn>

Theon should do it.

<???>

Huh?

<Theon>

What you talkin' about?

<Aughn>

Look. Theon's been a Scrafty the longest here. Plus, he's got a working brain. And he showed us his capability to put us all in order just now, didn't he?

<Aughn>

Any objections?

It falls silent again.

<Aughn>

Great! If that's the case, Theon'll be our new boss! Meeting adjourned!

<Theon>

What the fuck, man?! I didn't ask for this!

<Aughn>

Aw, have faith, bro. I've known you for years, you can do it.

<Theon>

You think I want to be a Scrafty!?

<Aughn>

Look, just do this for the gang, a'ight? We really need a capable leader, and you're the perfect candidate.

<Aughn>

Do this for our sake, okay?

<Theon>

...I... agh, for fuck's sake.

<Theon>

Fine, I'll do it.

<Aughn>

Ayy...! I know you'll handle it just fine.

Aughn slaps on Theon's shoulder, before leaving the scene.

<Me>

What a turn of events! You're the mothafuckin' boss now!

<Theon>

Yeah, heh heh...

<Theon>

Sorry, Chrys. Was about to treat you since it's your birthday... but I don't think I can walk away now.

<Theon>

Here. 1500 bucks. Go get yourself something good to eat.

He just hands me some money to treat myself.

I really wanted to help, but it seems like it's final. Theon always babies me, or everyone that's not a Scrafty.

<Me>

Th... thanks.

<Theon>

If we got everything settled down and there's another deal, I'll bring you along, 'kay?

<Me>

That'd be great...

Holding onto the money, I get off the alleyway.

How am I gonna spend this fifteen hundred...?

...there goes another birthday again.

A handful of shit happened, I shouldn't ask too much...

. . . . . .

19 October 491 >> 4 days later

It's been four days after our previous leader died and Theon took over.

With him on lead, our gang didn't succumb to the harshness of Zeroid. In fact, we got the business back to working almost instantly thanks to him.

<Theon>

Hey, Chrys. Looked everywhere for ya, man.

<Me>

What's the big deal?

<Theon>

Exactly. We're gonna have another deal today. You'll be coming.

I take some time to process that.

<Me>

Huh...?

<Theon>

Ready up. We'll be heading out later. This is our first time dealin' with a human.

<Me>

A human!?

We're pushing to a human? Our business has expanded this quick already?

<Theon>

Yeah dude. Including you and me, there'll be seven members going. The rest will have to stay, though. A shame for them, but we can't risk leaving our turf empty...

<Theon>

What do you say? Wanna come?

<Me>

O... of course I'm coming!

A deal between a Pokémon and a human... it's definitely a huge breakthrough for us.

There's no way I'm not going.

<Me>

I... I'm gonna go prep up...

<Theon>

Hurry up, eh? We'll be leaving soon.

I can't hide my excitement...

Can't believe my first shot will be this big...

...I'll certainly learn a lot from this.

. . . . . .

On our way to the meet up spot.

It looks like I'm not the only Scraggy here, there are other young 'uns and rookies like me.

And I get to hold the package. A ten kilos suitcase with all kinds of shit in it.

<???>

Doing this with a human... how sick is that?!

<???>

Hey, Chrys, you excited 'bout this, right?

<Me>

Heh heh, chill...

<Theon>

Chrys' right. Don't panic. Us Scrafties have done this countless times. Relax.

<Theon>

...it should be this street here. Nice choice, all secluded and stuff. Looks like this human's a veteran, too...

<Theon>

Chrys, protect the products, okay? It worths a lot.

<Me>

I know. Don't need you to remind me.

We all patiently wait for our guest to arrive.

Soon enough, a Flygon slowly descends from the sky and lands in front of us.

<Theon>

...about time.

A man gets down from the saddle.

There are scarves on both the man and Flygon's necks.

<???>

Thanks for the ride, Kale.

<Theon>

What an entrance.

<Theon>

An adventurer, huh? That's something new, ain't it?

<Theon>

I'm Theon. Pleased to make this transaction.

He offers his hand out to shake, but the man seems to not take that offer.

<???>

Laurus.

This is your small little gang, hm.

Show me the stuff.

<Theon>

A little rude, but I guess if you have the cash to...

BANG.

As soon as Theon turns around...

...a gunshot.

That was a gunshot.

And a headshot.

In that split second, the man draws out a pistol...

...and kills Theon.

<???>

LEADER...!!

I was praying for it to be a one-shot kill, since Scrafties do have hard skulls...

KALE. TRAP THEM.

After a cry, the Flygon stomps the ground.

Several rocks erupt from the ground and cut off our way back. We have been surrounded...

<???>

FUCK, WE'RE STUCK!!

<Me>

Theon... THEON...

His body... his corpse falls in front of me.

It's... it's... blood...

Holy shit...

At that moment, my body begins to glow. The fear, the dread... all of 'em are too much for me...

I evolve, into a Scrafty.

<Me>

I... I...

OUT, NILE!

The man tosses out a Poké Ball, summoning a Swampert.

It's around that time that I see just how dangerous a ruthless trainer can be.

<Me>

A... a trainer...

IT'S CUNTS LIKE YOU THAT TAINT THIS CITY...

I'M GONNA ROOT OUT THESE WEEDS.

NILE, KALE, CRUSH 'EM ALL.

The two Pokémons let out a roar.

<???>

RUN, MAN, I...

A Scrafty blocks in front of me, only for him to be slammed away by the Swampert.

The rest come to help as well.

<???>

GET OUT OF HERE, CHRYS. You have the stuff... protect them with your fucking life...

<Me>

YOU STILL CARE ABOUT THE PRODUCTS...

<???>

PROTECT THEM. WITH YOUR FUCKING LIFE. WE MIGHT BE FINISHED HERE, BUT WITH THAT... IT'S NOT OVER...

<Me>

LOOK OUT!!

<???>

SHIT...!!

The Swampert returns and lunges at them. One of the Scrafties clenches his fist, hoping to clash with it.

Only to be assaulted by the Flygon with its tail, which knocks him away and deals major damage.

<Me>

Holy shit... this ain't good, this ain't good...

<???>

We have to get the trainer... GET THE TRAINER...!

Several Scrafties then rush towards the human.

Hmph. Going for me, huh?

We thought if we get the boss, his Pokémons will no longer be the threats.

Turns out, he’s the biggest threat.

He unholsters his pistol again, and fires some quick bullets...

...all of which hit the attackers’ head accurately.

...don’t ever underestimate us humans.

Our group is almost wiped out.

I muster all the remaining courage I can squeeze out from myself, and manage to stand up.

Checking the rocks, I find an opening that I can fit through.

<Me>

I... need to tell them...

I need to run. I have to run.

All of them died protecting this suitcase I’m carrying... they died for a profit they won’t get... I have to avenge them.

Avenge Theon...

A deep breath taken, I run towards the opening.

<???>

Run... Chrys...

BANG.

Hmm.

Return, Nile.

...they should have a main base nearby.

Follow that Scrafty, Kale. He’ll lead us to them.

AND I’LL FUCK ‘EM UP...

. . . . . .

I scurry, and before I know it, I’ve returned.

How am I gonna tell ‘em? That our recently chosen leader is dead again...?

I am so scared, I really am. Witnessing my friends and my brethrens killed in front of me, instead of anger, I was fearful... running away from their corpses...

How much can I take... before I fucking lose it!?

<Aughn>

Hey...

<Me>

STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!

<Aughn>

Whou...!

Aughn appears behind me.

<Aughn>

Hold on... you’re Chrys?

<Me>

...mm.

<Aughn>

Holy shit, you evolved...! And... what the fuck happened, man, you got blood all over!

<Me>

It’s not my blood...

<Me>

It’s Theon’s...

<Aughn>

......

<Aughn>

He... he’s dead...?

I silently nod.

<Aughn>

HOW... HOW DID IT HAPPEN, MAN!? HE WAS THE STRONGEST OF US ALL!

<Aughn>

You’re shitting me, right, Chrys?

<Aughn>

TELL ME!!

He grabs my shoulders and shakes me.

He couldn’t take it in.

...can’t blame him. I couldn’t take it in, either. Even if I saw it happened right in front of me...

...I still can’t believe Theon’s dead... along with the rest.

So this is where you’re hiding...

<Aughn>

Fuck.

It’s the scarfed Flygon and the human.

They followed me... back to the turf.

You know, you have that Scrafty to thank for. He leads to your gang’s demise.

<Aughn>

CHRYS... YOU LED THEM BACK!?

<Me>

I...

Now then...

...to finish an adventurer’s job.

<Me>

NO, PLEASE... NO MORE KILLING...!! NO MORE —

Bang.

Another gunshot.

...through Aughn’s skull.

Scums like you don’t deserve to have mercy anymore.

His body falls on me and both of us drop to the ground.

How many have you killed with your products, huh?

He fires another bullet towards Aughn, intending for it to pierce through and kill me.

...adieu.

Come, Kale. There’s more to finish off.

They soon left the scene.

Aughn’s body rests on me. I can’t move it... I don’t want to move it...

I’m afraid...

I just... want to... sleep it all away...

Aughn’s so warm... I know it’s gonna turn cold soon...

I don’t... want to wake up...

. . . . . .

It is night.

I can feel... pecking...? And... something else’s moving...

I move Aughn’s corpse away... only to find some maggots around him and some on myself.

<Me>

AGH, WHAT THE FUCK...!?

I quickly shake them off.

As for the pecking, it’s the Fletchlings, which fly away from my scream.

<Me>

Aughn... can’t even recognise his face anymore...

I look at his carcass. The maggots crawling around him really makes me wanna puke.

But this solidifies one fact... he’s dead... and probably the rest of them, too...

I only manage to survive because the bullet meant for me got stuck in Aughn’s hard skull.

He protected me better dead... than I do for my gang alive...

...funny. How funny.

<Me>

Everyone’s gone...

<Me>

I lure him into the alley... in other words...

<Me>

I... killed them all.

I sit down and lean against the wall.

I look at my hand... heh, all this so that my skin tone could be darker and have a mohawk crest.

I... fucked us all.

Me running away... fucked the whole gang up...

I’m so sorry, Theon, Aughn...

I’M SORRY...

......

...the suitcase...

...yeah, the products...

I pull the suitcase closer, opening it.

Ten kilos worth of shit. Cocaine, acid, meth...

Aughn tried to feed me one of those, but I couldn’t do it...

...and now...

...anything... that can make me forget this shitshow...

...even for just a minute... will do...

<Me>

Meth... meth should do...

I take out the bag of ice, and pour some of them into my palm.

I think I saw them snorting it in... I guess I’ll do the same...

<Me>

Sniff...

<Me>

...ACHOO...!! Shit...

I sneeze it out. This shit’s real irritating, how’d they do it daily?

But... I think it’s kicking in...

Heh heh heh... holy shit, it really works...

NEVER, EVER HAVE I FELT... SO FUCKING GOOD...!!

HOLY FUCK... IT’S LIKE ENERGY JUST GENERATES ENDLESSLY INSIDE ME...!!

NO WONDER EVERYONE WANTS THIS SHIT... THIS SHIT KICKS ASS!!

Holy shit... calm down first...

...LET’S... HEH HEH... don’t get too ahead of myself...

Ten kilos... that’s a lot...

...maybe I can... push them myself...

...then... with the money I got... I can start a gang...

...and... HEH HEH... AND OUR GANG WILL BE REBORN!!

THAT’S RIGHT... I’LL REPENT FOR MY SIN...

GATHER THE SCRAGGIES AND SCRAFTIES AGAIN... EVERYTHING WILL BE BACK TO NORMAL...!!

I JUST... WANT A PLACE I CAN BELONG...

It doesn’t matter if I have to do this... be a fucking filthy ass pusher... IT DOESN’T MATTER!!

AH HA HA HA... I’LL BUILD IT BACK UP AGAIN...

AUGHN, THEON... YOU’LL BLESS ME, RIGHT?

I... WILL FUCK THE WORLD UP...

ZEROID, WILL BE MINE TO RULE...!!!

I... I’LL KILL WHOEVER DARES TO OPPOSE ME...

THEON... AUGHN...

<Me>

Sniff...

......

...you’ll be proud of me, right?

I’LL BUILD BACK... WHAT I’VE DESTROYED.

......

...please... just forgive me...

...please...

...sniff.

end of transmission, 19 / 10 / 491

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01 // #0385 - Order

"Jirachi, the Wish Pokémon, Steel and Psychic Type. A legend states that they will make true any wish that is written on the notes attached to their head when they awaken. If this Pokémon senses danger, they will fight without awakening. A legend no one cares enough to believe anymore." — Jirachi's Pokédex Entry

...why?

Why hasn't any of them come and search for me?

Even if I'm standing right here... they never approach me.

Didn't they hear about the legend...?

I, Jirachi, that can easily grant wishes. Health, wealth, relationship and all that...

...it's as if... they didn't have a wish to wish for.

I don't understand... it's only been a thousand years, and they already lost all their desires...?

No. Impossible.

I need to delve deeper... into this city.

. . . . . .

27 February 452

I wake up on the mountain I chose to sleep on one millennium ago. It stood the test of time and served well as my chamber. Still prefer to sleep on comets, though.

A thousand years... a lot has changed. There's a civilisation built just beside the mountain now. A city, it'd seem.

Holy moly, that's a freaking skyscraper! They really have grown exponentially!

The last millennium managed to leave a strong impression on me... let's see what this milennium has to offer! Here's hoping the people are just as welcoming and vibrant as I remembered it...

. . . . . .

This is... a train station? It's a station, right? It seems much more systematic now...

The humans and the Pokémons living together... good, that's always a sight to see...

Those buildings, though... like freaking towers...! Their technology progressed so rapidly. It's hard to process all these at once...

But, wait a minute...

...do they not... recognise me?

I am THE Jirachi, surely they know of me, right...? The Mythical Pokémon that can grant wishes...?

They DO have wishes they want to fulfill, right...?

They're all passing me, though! Are they ignoring me...?

Their faces... dull and cold, not a tint of hope in their eyes... are they hiding them intentionally, or do they just don't have them anymore...? E... even the Pokémons... look like they're existing just for the sake of existing...

Is it just me being overly scrutiny, or...?

Why?

What's with their vacant eyes?

People used to be so lively before this... their faces used to shine in passion...

Did... did those passion die?

They were so expressive before... what happened?

Heh, why am I bothered by this...? No, not 'bothered'... more like 'disturbed', 'disgusted'... I want to see them happy...!

I... I want to see them smile...

<???>

Hey. You over there.

<Me>

AH!

I let out a shriek, as I jerk up.

Finally, someone recognised me! Who called me?

<???>

I suppose you're new around here.

It's a... Bronzong?

<Me>

You're... a Pokémon? You can talk now...?!

<???>

...guess you really did sleep over a thousand years. Yes, with adequate education, a Pokémon can speak fluently. It's been a thing for like... centuries.

<???>

Having a brainfuck now, huh? With all those new shit around you.

<Me>

What's a brainfuck?

<???>

...oh.

<???>

Never mind. I'm Rust the Bronzong. Here to make friends.

<Rust>

Jirachi, yeah? You have a name? A personal name?

A name...? A nickname?

<Me>

...no.

<Rust>

Hmm. Well, no one's gonna recognise you anyway unless they're some hardcore Pokémon researcher or something... it's a good thing, to be honest.

<Me>

Why? My purpose is to fulfill their wishes and see their smiles! Is that a bad thing...?

<Rust>

...maybe it wasn't a millennium ago. But not now... not here.

<Rust>

Remember where you are, JIrachi. This is not the happy-go-lucky world you used to know anymore.

<Rust>

This is Zeroid City.

<Rust>

...a place no one gives a flying fuck about laws.

......

...huh?

I am stunned for a few moments, not truly comprehending what he just said.

<Me>

What?

<Rust>

You'll see the longer you stay here.

<Rust>

To spend this millennium in this shitty city, out of all places... I pity you, actually.

<Rust>

You have nowhere to settle in, yeah? Come to my place. It's getting late, Zeroid gets even scarier at night.

<Me>

You're willing to take me in? Thanks!

<Rust>

Not without a price.

Oh. Of course, it's only fair.

<Me>

And what's the price?

<Rust>

Fulfilling my wishes. Like you wanted to do.

<Me>

Sounds easy enough!

<Rust>

My wishes are... heavy, though. And I don't intend to take 'no' for an answer if you do take the offer.

<Rust>

You still want it?

Heavy? Could it be something... malicious?

<Me>

I...

<Rust>

It's about nightfall now. Like I just said, Zeroid at night is a living hell.

<Me>

Okay, okay... I'll take it. You seem kind enough.

<Rust>

Fantastic. I appreciate the trust. Now then —

<???>

GET BACK HERE WITH MY FUCKING BAG!!

What the...?

I turn around, and see a human chasing after an Excadrill.

<Me>

What's going on there...?!

<Rust>

...a mugger.

<???>

Anyone, stop that fucking Excadrill...!!

<Me>

We... we have to help him, right?

<Rust>

...I'd suggest against it. You'll get yourself in unnecessary troubles.

He... he's rejecting to help...?

<Me>

Why?!

<Rust>

Backstabbing is also a common theme here. Don't stick your nose to where it doesn't belong.

How could you?! Why would you ignore others in need like that? Have the people lost their dignity?

No, I must keep mine... as a Mythical.

<Rust>

Hey, where are you going?

<Me>

Do the right thing!

I try to catch up with the Excadrill.

<Rust>

Motherfucker, they're gonna get themself killed...

. . . . . .

They sprint and sprint, and I follow them closely. The chase goes into an alleyway.

I see, the human's trying to corner the Excadrill. Good thinking...

<???>

Huff... huff... it's a dead end, bitch. Now give me back the bag...

<Me>

It's not right to mug someone like that! Return the bag immediately!

<???>

You...

<???>

Thanks.

It growls at us. Doesn't seem like it wants to make it easy.

<Me>

Now now... you're making us resort to violent ways...

Its claws harden. That eliminates the option of negotiating.

<???>

He's going to attack!

<Me>

Don't worry. It can't even touch me.

My eyes glow in blue. A quick Psychic should finish it off.

Clenching my right hand, I swing my arm to the left, flailing and crashing its body to a wall.

It tosses the bag to us. Were it to do that from the start, it wouldn't have to end up like this.

<Me>

Huff. That was easy.

<???>

Thanks... I really appreciate it...

<Me>

You're welcome.

<???>

A Psychic Type, huh...?

<???>

...seize it, Awl.

<Me>

Wait, wha —

All of a sudden, the Excadrill gets back up and grabs me from behind, locking my shoulders with its arms.

Wait, what's going on...?!

<Me>

What the...!? I thought it's...

<???>

Awl ain't that weak to be taken down in a single move. I see you're new to Zeroid City, falling for such a simple trick.

<Me>

Trick...?

<???>

Your kindness leads you to this fate, Pokémon.

<???>

It's nothing personal.

The Excadrill talks?! So they know each other?

<???>

You seem like a new Pokémon, so I don't know how much you're worth of...

<???>

Considering you're a Psychic Type... it shouldn't be lower than a million bucks.

He then proceeds to take out a Poké Ball from his bag.

Wait, wait... hold on, I don't understand...! What's happening...!? Didn't I help them? Why are they...

<Rust>

If you're just gonna stand there, it'll make their job a lot easier, you know.

<???>

What the...?

It's Rust... placing his bell-like body on top of the man, trapping him inside...

What's he doing?

<Rust>

You picked the wrong Pokémon to fuck with.

<???>

Get off me! GET OFF...

DONG...!!

He thumped his body with the man still inside. A loud chime follows.

As Rust gets off, his ears are bleeding, before falling to the ground, unconscious.

<Me>

GEEZ...

<Awl>

You piece of shit...!

<Rust>

He's just fainted. I would've shattered his skull if I were to max out the strength.

<Rust>

Leave and get his eardrums treated, before it's too late.

<Awl>

You... ugh, fuck it...

The Excadrill lets go of me, as it carries his trainer and rushes away.

<Rust>

...a close one.

<Rust>

Are you stupid or something? They were about to capture you, dumbass. With your power, you could've gotten out of that situation without my help.

<Me>

I... I was just stunned... couldn't take in whatever has unfolded...

<Rust>

You're lucky I'm here. This is always how Zeroiders do stuff, by leading them into an alley and start gangbanging them. Always the alley where the craziest shit happen. Brawling, pushing, killing, fucking... thank Arceus you're still alive.

<Me>

The... the people have changed, huh...?

<Rust>

...I don't know what it's like a thousand years ago. Remember you're in here now.

I lower my head.

This is not the world I know of... no...

<Rust>

...sigh.

<Rust>

...you know. You remind me of my trainer. She's pretty kind, too... helping others without asking anything for return...

<Me>

W... where is she?

<Rust>

......

<Rust>

...dead. She's dead.

That sends a shock down to my spine.

How... could that have happened...?

...I dare not to ask.

<Rust>

It's getting late. C'mon, let's go to my place.

<Rust>

You have three wishes to fulfill tomorrow.

<Me>

I...

<Me>

...never mind.

I gulp back my words, as I follow Rust.

What will his wishes be?

. . . . . .

He takes me to what looks like a room in an apartment.

Opening the door, the interior seems small but oddly cosy.

<Rust>

Hope you don't mind the mess.

<Me>

You... sleep here? Every night?

<Rust>

Any problems, deity?

<Me>

...no.

<Rust>

Jirachis are awake for seven days, right? Guess you'll have to spend it all in here.

<Me>

Maybe I'm awake a little too early...

<Rust>

I'd beg to differ. You see, I have a plan...

<Rust>

...to decide this city's fate.

<Rust>

And you happened to be awake right now. How convenient.

I look at him with a confused look. Is he teasing me?

<Rust>

I'm real glad to meet you, Jirachi.

Huh?

Tha... that was sudden...

<Me>

What... what do you mean?

<Rust>

I believe you've heard me saying that my trainer's passed, correct? Your presence gave me enough confidence to start our plan...

<Rust>

My trainer and my own plan... to change this city...

<Rust>

To realise it, you're an irreplaceable component.

<Me>

Change this city...?

<Rust>

I'm sure you've seen it by now.

<Rust>

How filthy and fucked up this city is...

<Rust>

I want to put a stop to all that.

<Rust>

...while I still can.

He speaks of a dream so highly... yet he acts so ruthless and adament...

An ordinary Bronzong trying to bring change.

Hmm... it's hard to say whether he's resolute or just plain foolish.

<Me>

And how do you plan to achieve that?

<Rust>

That, will be tomorrow's subject.

<Rust>

Rest now. I need you to be on full throttle the next day.

<Me>

...okay...

Thus, the conversation ends abruptly.

That goes the first day in this millennium.

Rust's deceased trainer, and his plan about 'changing the world'...

My inquisitiveness only increases ever more...

. . . . . .

28 February 452 >> 1 day later

The hours pass by so quickly that it's the next day already.

The time is still dawn, but Rust seems eager to bring me somewhere. A basement, of some sort, leading deeper underground.

<Me>

Where are you taking me?

<Rust>

An abandoned mine. Dark Types and Poison Types' favourite spot. Watch out for any unwelcoming Pokémons.

<Me>

...why are we here again?

<Rust>

To make the wish. The mine just happened to be the direct centre of the city.

Soon enough, we have reached a dead end.

<Me>

It's... a dead end...

<Rust>

Jirachi... my first wish.

<Rust>

...create a bomb enough to destroy the entire city.

......

...huh?

A... bomb...?

<Me>

I... didn't catch that...

<Rust>

What part of 'bomb' do you not understand? I want it to be powerful enough to blow the whole fucking city up.

<Rust>

The fuse... I want it to be activated by the citizens' malice and sins, for it to...

<Me>

HOLD ON A SECOND HERE.

<Me>

YOU WANT ME TO CREATE A WEAPON OF DESTRUCTION!?

<Rust>

...put it that way if you want it.

He's... he's kidding, right? He's not actually being serious about destroying Zeroid City, right!?

Out of all wishes, that certainly comes as the most unexpected wish...

<Rust>

I'm doing this city a favour. Giving the final chance of redemption to this wicked place.

<Rust>

You see how rotten this place has gotten with your own eyes, no?

<Me>

But... but...

<Rust>

You want to see this place free of evil, don't you too? That's what I wanted as well.

<Rust>

If this place proves to be a shithole beyond saving... then what's the point of keeping it?

<Rust>

I thought a Mythical like you, of all Pokémons, will be able to understand my motive.

I... I have to say, that really hits hard...

Yet he's not exactly wrong.

All sins must be cleansed for justice to prevail. To do that, one's hands aren't necessarily clean...

Rust wants to bear that burden.

Admirably stupid.

<Me>

...I understand.

<Rust>

Thank you.

I really have to do this now, huh?

I press on the mine's wall as I close my eyes and focus my strength.

A bomb detonated by the citizens' malevolence...

Conceptualise it... shape it... mold it...

...conjure it.

<Me>

Consider yourself lucky to witness this marvel.

<Rust>

Holy shit...!

A bright light envelops the area.

As it subsides, the wall in front of us has been replaced by odd mechanism and machienery that even I don't comprehend. All connected to a pair of scales hovering before us.

<Rust>

Whou... fascinating.

<Me>

I hope this is what you wanted.

<Rust>

Heh...

An orb of white and an orb of black on each ends of the scale, representing this city's fate. A way to judge the path of the Zeroiders.

Unsurprisingly, it's tilted to the black orb. Though it still somewhat surprises me that the bomb didn't just blow up straight away.

...perhaps salvation is yet possible.

<Rust>

I'm glad to share this idea with a Mythical Pokémon, and to make it a reality...

<Me>

You're generous, to give away one wish for the sake of this city.

<Rust>

Heh, well this ends my generosity. My next wishes are gonna be more... personal.

<Rust>

Now, back to the surface...

. . . . . .

A tedious walk later, we've returned to the entrance of the mine. The amount of people and Pokémons passing by... it's honestly worth a sight.

<Rust>

C'mon, let's go somewhere more secluded...

He drags me to the side of the main road, into another alleyway.

<Me>

Great, another alley.

<Rust>

This'll be over soon.

...I'm no psychologist, but I can clearly feel the sadness emanating from his words.

Could this be something about his... trainer?

Heh, of course. No matter what timeline I ended up staying, I'll always get to observe the potency of bond shared by a trainer and their Pokémon...

...but it's not gonna be the same. Death is eternal. The feelings won't be the same if you were to revive someone from the dead.

If anything, it just goes to show how pathetic you are, unable to let go of the past...

...who am I to say? Even Arceus doesn't get the right to judge.

<???>

AY, WATCH THE GODDAMN ROAD, IDIOTS!

A human yells at us for no apparent reason. The hell?

Oh, he's drunk.

<Rust>

Fuck off. Not the time.

<???>

Hey, you're the one that... ran into me, you fucktards... don't you dare be the one that...

<Rust>

I SAID NOT THE FUCKING TIME.

<???>

...aagh, whatever, man. Next time, watch the damn... road... don't make me whoop your ass...

The drunken man slowly walks away.

Smart of him, because the Bronzong would've killed him if he didn't.

<Rust>

Sigh. Here will do.

<Rust>

My second wish...

<Rust>

...I wish for imagination to manifest.

...what? Another unanticipated wish...

<Me>

Imagination to... manifest?

<Rust>

...you know, to tell you the truth, since the day she passed away, there's not a time when I'm not thinking about her. She was my everything. My mentor, my supporter, my commander...

<Rust>

Everyday, I wish for these thoughts to materialise... to see her again in a way I wanted it to be...

<Rust>

I don't care if it's fake, that it's false hope, a forlorn hope that I cling onto...

<Rust>

Can you do that for me?

<Me>

You can just wish for that. Why do you want something like 'imagination to manifest'?

Yeah, to wish for something that might just break the fabric of reality...

<Rust>

Isn't that obvious?

<Rust>

I don't want to face the truth. I just wanted a world, where I can see her and relive the past again.

<Rust>

And I'm sure it's not just me that wanted it.

......

...piteous. Truly pitiful.

But I guess that's exactly what makes emotions beautiful.

<Me>

Rust, to avoid destroying the reality... I'll create a whole dimension dedicated for that sole purpose.

<Me>

Separating a layer of this world to create a fantasy. You are one phenomenal wish maker to even think of that idea.

<Rust>

Thank you.

...they say imagination is powerful.

Able to produce something out of complete void, free from the shackles of the real world... in a way, it's not unlike my wish fulfilling ability.

Hence, it's no wonder that someone will cling to that power.

<Me>

Behold.

With a snap of my fingers, the space beside us cracks, showing a hole that gives access to the other dimension.

...the Imaginary.

<Rust>

Wow...

<Me>

Is this satisfactory?

<Rust>

Heh heh... yeah...

He slowly enters the crack. His face, for once, shows a hint of happiness.

<Me>

Hold on, Rust. What about your final wish?

<Rust>

Oh yeah, my final wish...

<Rust>

...erase my existence.

......

...what now...?

<Me>

...wha...?

<Rust>

To embrace imaginary, you must first cut yourself away from reality.

<Rust>

Besides...

<Rust>

...this reality is flawed, can't you see it?

Yeah...

The ??????... they are deforming...

THEY ARE... ??????????????????????????????????

<Rust>

Now now, don't think too hard about it... or you might go insane.

<Rust>

I only tell you this, because you're a Psychic Type too. You can sense it.

<Rust>

...forget about me, Jirachi. I don't exist anymore.

<Rust>

This is all... a work of fiction.

WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?!

WHAT DO YOU MEAN!?

THE HOLES... THEY ARE EXPANDING...!! THEY ARE SEEPING INTO THIS REALITY...!!

IS THIS REALITY REAL?! AM I REAL!?!

THE ??????... THEY AREN'T REAL, ARE THEY!?

WHAT ABOUT ZEROID?! IS IT REAL!?

I... I CAN'T TELL...

I...

???????????????????????????????????????????

. . . . . .

......

...when you can't differentiate true or false in the first place, why does it even matter?

Welcome to Zeroid.

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