#so obviously that must be the reason he's missing like 80 percent of his fucking memories!

[blue-tearss]

Mmmhm. Yeah thats what I was figuring, so as you were saying about blue's awareness- so we knew where he was and what he was doing, my question is, what went wrong?

And. Well, followup question because I don't think you'd mind a two-in-one

Why do you think that about him? Bet it's a long story but I can sit and listen to the list of complaints you have about the boy you fostered.

[ He disappears, and the screen goes black. ]

.....

BLUE feels a grin cross his face as he completes the trip to Cinnabar. Yes! He had taught his Blastoise SURF, and now he had finally been able to get to the island—and more specifically, to Blaine.

He watches eyes linger on him as he passes by, but even though his thoughts lead him straight to the POKEMON mansion, he feels himself walking to Cinnabar's coast instead. Huh, okay. Follow your heart!

[ "Poseidon!" ] BLUE calls, letting the POKEMON out of it's Pokéball. It lets out a garbled shriek of joy in reply, nuzzling against his hand, and BLUE grins. [ "Come on, I just saw you 2 minutes ago! Anyway, I heard there's some mean Tentacool on the coast, so you know what to do! " ]

Blastoise, named Poseidon, apparently, nods determinedly, hopping into the water lining the edge of Cinnabar and sitting patiently as BLUE climbs on.

The water seems to buzz with a sort of uneasy electricity, as if a million Jolteons were underwater, rubbing against each other. BLUE snorts at the thought as Poseidon speeds forward to the edge of island, and BLUE peers forward and squints into the water, but he can't see anything. No ripples, no bubbles, no sign of Wild Pokémon at all. Nothing except the off- buzzing sound as he leans forward, and he frowns. That's odd...

BLUE considers dipping his hand into the water, but then realized that if, somehow, it is a bunch of Jolteons or other Electric type Pokémon creating the strange current, he would definitely be in trouble if he touched it. So, using his very real common sense, thankyouverymuch, he sits back up, and allows Blastoise to speed back to the other end of the coast, which yields the same results.

[ Even as he repeats the action 2, 3, 5 times, there is oddly enough no desire to stop. ]

It's the 8th time, and they're on the end closer to Pokémon mansion, mostly blocked from view, when it appears.

It's everything. It's nothing. It's Magikarp. It's Arceus. It's GRAMPS. It's RED.

It

hurts.

The POKEMON's (??????) cry is piercing, driving straight into his brain with a pain that has to be unnatural. BLUE opens his mouth, but no sound comes out, words fizzing out in his throat.

(A name comes to mind, slips away just as quick. Warnings from RED. Warnings from that dark-haired boy. )

Whatever it is, it latches onto his fear. BLUE can make out shapes—fossils, bones, a ghost, Red, his mother and father—but he can't figure out the name for it. He can't remember. He can't remember. He can't remember. He sees a Masterball in his hand, and the fear only grows. When did he get that? Even so, he throws it. .. ... .... Success! M?ISSINGⁿO. was caught!. .BLUE whited out. . . . . ( MISSINGNO locks nonexistent eyes on BLUE. ) ( BLUE feels his heart rate jolt up, and he clutches at his chest. Shuts his eyes, tightly, gasps for air. ) ( Goes through the motions, as one would say. ) ( The thing shifts. ) ( A familiar face smiles at him. A red jacket, lined with soft wool. One leather glove, reaching out. ) ( Familiar maroon eyes, pitch black and stormy with corruption. ) ( Contact is made, and BLUE catches fire. ) . . . Your save data has been corrupted. Start a New Game? >Yes. --BLUE wakes up, and his eyes adjust quickly to the bright lights of his room. He huffs as he stretches, vaguely dreading having to go to GRAMPS and get his Pokémon. On top of that, his head hurts. Like, a lot. He tries to figure out why, and he only can dredge up the taste of saltwater, and the sound of waves crashing against a coast.

........

( ..You have the feeling that pointing out the name mistake would be pointless here.)

( A sharp sound cuts through the silence, and your hands fly to your ears at the sudden volume. The Gameboy's screen is a mess of garbled graphics. )

( ... Professor Oak returns a second later. )

( Green ? ? )

"Hey."

( ... Right. Once he became self aware, he'd realize he was missing a lot of memories, right? From before the game, as well as before the incident. )

( ... )