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broooooo · 2 months ago
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The life change
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Sup bros!
It's been awhile hasn't it😅, I hope I can still do this
Hope you like it!
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I'm coach josh, I teach at a college coaching the school football team, we have a good team full of muscular , toned, handsome men, obedient and horny, just how I programmed them to be.
What? You think its easy getting a good team?, no, I had to craft these boys into obedient football jocks, sure they still have their lives ahead for them, one day I'll let them go, so they can go off and achieve football greatness, but for the time being, they are MINE, I will just get a new team.
Today was like the rest, teaching pe class as usual, a group of girls and boys, a regular class, the boys among the class are mostly all sporty, and energetic, some at even my own jocks.
As usual the girls who don't do anything sit out or have an excuse to sit out, while the rest join in with the boys. Unfortunately, not all the boys join in.
Aaron, he is the only one who sits out, he's slender, tall, long hair, he's quite good looking in his own right, but he's not athletic, he's not smart nerd either, sometimes he joins in, but doesn't do much on the account of not being able to or want to, he quietly just draws in his book., he doesn't have many or any friends at all, he's a wall flower , no one really pays attention to him
Well .. except me I guess
I watch in disappointment again, it's always like this. Though what's odd is whenever we have football practice, he seemingly likes to stare at the players , deep in thought , I notice it at times, and wonder what he's thinking, he draws at the same time, so I've always been curious to what he draws.
Today in class It was a small game of football. Girls Vs boys. A regular exercise in this class. I'm planning on watching Aaron again, to see what he does.
*alright class!*, I shout out, * today is girls Vs boys football!, get ready*
I glance over at Aaron's and there he is looking, though it's just minor glances, it intrigues me.
The boys, and girls put on either their own cleats or extras we have in storage and Everyone gets in their positions, the boys getting pumped up and the girls look excited to try and beat the boys.
Aaron looks over at the boys , a glimmer in his eyes, I wonder what he looks at.
*alright class, we want a clean game, no cheating, ready? GO!* I blow the whistle and both sides go at each other.
I go off the side lines and watch, I stand near enough to Aaron to keep an eye on him.
No much happens the next 20 minutes, though Aaron seems to be in deep thought as he draws.
The game nears it's end as the victor is concluded.
The boys win, as I expected of my jocks, never letting the team loose.
I go off to check on everyone and conclude the class, behind me I hear a scrunch and a sigh, I turn and see aaron left a scrunched up ball of paper where he once sat, he walked away along with everyone else.
This was my chance, I had my expectations as to what I'd see, maybe it was empty and I'm over thinking it.
When everyone leaves the field, I go over to the paper and pick it up, once back in my office, I sit down at my desk and place the ball of paper on my desk, my heart races. Why I have such an obsession with this guy, idk, it's almost concerning, maybe I see potential in him, yeah.
I slowly unfold the paper, what I see shocks me,but also I'm not surprised?
It was a half finished sketch of a football player...
A football player I think? I wondered why, but then I noticed the hair of the player, long hair...
Is this supposed to be him?, my lips curve up into a devious smile..
So.... He's interested in football after all?
Oh my dear Aaron... I'll help you out one way or another. Not until you're one of my obedient and horny jocks.
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That night I devised a plan, I'll try to get close to him, speak with him, maybe I can get him to confess what he really wants...
The next day at school, I see Aaron at his locker, he's wearing long baggy towers, a black t shirt and sneakers, a comfortable fit.
I go up to him..
*hey Aaron, got a minute?*
He turns to look at me, tall and muscular,
*er .. sure* he says
I pull out the flattened paper ball, *so.. I found this yesterday, I assumed It's yours? You shouldn't litter you know*
Surprised, Aaron takes the paper away *oh... Sorryy. . won't happen again*
*oh it's ok, anyways, is that you drawn on that paper? It's really good? Didn't know you liked football*
Aaron gets visibly nervous *oh... Er... Yeah... Just a bit*
Noticing this, I see his eyes, a glimmer in them, a yearning for more, *now come one now, no need to be shy*, I smile, * why don't you come by my office later? We can discuss a few things?*
Aarons more surprised than ever, in a bit of a cold sweat, *I - er... Sure... I guess we can talk*
*sweet ! Meet you later champ!*I pat his back and walk away! My grin evidence to my excitement, I can't wait to see what this boy is hiding..
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Many hours later, I wait in my office, patiently but excited, hoping he shows up, my muscles bulge in my lycra shirt, my feet shaking slightly..heart pounding, if he doesn't show up , I'll have to call in one of my jocks and have him pleasure me.. , I my dick bulge throbs , I'm extremely horny , at the thought of turning Aaron into a jock...
Then it happens.. the door opens and I see Aaron coming inside and closing the door , my vision clears and I jump up excited, *oh hi ! Er.. Aaron, glad you could make it* I sit back down on my chair, *come ..sit..* Aaron sits down at the chair in front of the desk. *What did you want to talk about?* Aaron says
*well my boy, your attendance in class isn't going so well. It's required you join in, unless you're physically ill or have a medical condition, not being able to do the activity because you don't want to or can't s no excuse*
Aaron tenses up *oh...* Unable to form an answer that isn't an excuse, *idk sir..*
*I don't know won't cut it.. i know it can be hard, but you gotta give it a ago, do. You have a sport your interested in? how about football? , I saw your drawing , what's the story behind that?* Internally im screaming to find out more about Aaron,
Aaron tenses up again and looks nervous, his eyes shine with a yearning upon hearing the word football, *oh.. well... Its nothing.. really...*
I look disappointed *now now, why else would you draw yourself as a football player? Is that you want to be one?*
Aaron sighs and relaxes.. *well... It was a dream of mine.. you can say... But I was unable to join in , and I'm not a child anymore..*
My heart races , yesss.... This is perfect... The plan is working perfectly.
* a dream you say? But it doesn't matter the age , you can join in and learn to play at any time, and since you seem so interested in football, why don't I coach you? *
Suprise fills his eyes,* what? Why? But I can't.. I don't know think I could.. I'd be wasting you time*
*nonsense! I can see it in your eyes, the yearning for more.. you want it deeply don't you? I believe you can do it*
Aaron looks down in shock...*do you really think I could do it? But I've never played ... Idk where to start*
I exclaim back* and that is why I am a coach. Listen Aaron.. you got what it takes , I'm sure of to, tell me .. what is it about football do you like? What attracts you to it?*
*oh. Well .. I really want to feel like air in my hair, the breeze as I run free, the bond between teammates as forever friends, I really like the kit too, cleats mostly ..*
*that is all I need to know bud! You have the want, you have the drive ,a dream, you want this don't you? To be a football jock?, like the boys on my team, I see you look at them every pe class*
Aarons face turns red with embarrassment*oh.. .you saw that?* ...
Yes, I do want it, I want it so badly* Aaron exclaimed.
I go over to him and look him in the eyes
*Aaron, I can make your dream come true, will you let me hell you?,you don't have to worry about how hard it might be, leave that to me*
Aaron's eyes shine with hope* sure... I'll do it* he smiles.. *what do I do first?*
*that it's Aaron!* I pat his back with excitement,
*what to do first? , well , we will have to test your skills on the field, and don't worry about the kit, I've got your covered, how does tomorrow sound for a start?*
*tomorrow? Oh .. ok, , thanks coach, see you then*, Aaron leaves the office with speed*
Clearly both of them are as excited as each other
*Soon Aaron... Soon you'll be just like them... A big, dumb, horny.. obedient, football jock,* i grab my bulge and moan in excitement
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The next day Aaron enters my office with a pep in his step
*him here coach..*
*Aaron! Great to you see you! I've got a little surprise for you!*
In my arms is a folded kit, clean and neat, with school colours, and the cleats , shiny and fresh, an entirely new football kit! The jersey even has Aaron's name on it , emblazoned on the back,
Surprise fills his eyes, *coach... You bought me a kit? But why... This is... Too much ... So sudden*
*now come on now. I know you can it, and a jock needs his gear doesn't he?*
*me?... A jock?... *Aaron closes his eyes a bit and opens them, *I won't let you down coach... I can do this!* Eyes filled with determination
*that's the spirit Aaron!* "Sinister inner laughing. Soon Aaron... You'll become one of my jocks"
Aaron takes the kit and goes into the locker room to change, the place is a mess, stinks like sweat and axe body spray, there's kit pieces all over the floor, the smell making Aaron disoriented a bit, making his brain foggy .
I go in after he's done changing, I almost cummed right then and there, Aaron dressed up in a full kit, although he's skinny, the kit is already doing its magic slowly, his muscles bulging ever so slightly, slowly growing., Aaron's bulge seems bigger too.. the more he wants this, the quicker the transformation.
*Er... I'm done coach, how do I like*
I go slap his back in joy
*DAMN Aaron, you look like a true jock... Bet you like it don't ya?*
Aaron blushes a bit *well.... Yeah...*
I can see his visible excitement.. he might even be turned on ... This is perfect...
*now come now Aaron, we must test your skills!*I guide him to the field, watching him walk in his cleats, the echoing sound of the studs, I can see it now, his muscles are bulging more, and his eyes seem foggier, but also filled with a passion for football, his dick bulge twitches slightly too
When we get to the field, we step into the grass and Aaron turns to me.
*so coach.. watch first*
*right . Go run, kicking this ball around, dribble around those cones and dummies I set up as training, a few laps every now and then will get your stamina upp and test your hold on the ball, got it?*
Aaron nods his head *yes coach I'll try my best*
A grin wide as it can be spread on my face *good boy Aaron... Now , if you feel like quitting or don't feel like you have what it takes.. repeat these words,
I am a football jock, I am strong, I am big, i am a jock,
Got it?*
Upon hearing those words, Aaron's seems to pause and go quiet. His eyes fogged up and his muscles are getting tighter against his kit. Almost gonna rip it, if it wasn't for the fact it was made of stretch material, then he responds in a minor monotone voice*
*Yes coach.. I am a jock... I will remember*
That's when he runs off with the ball
I watch ,my dick rock hard in my pants, at the sight before me.
That young boy is growing.. his muscles are expanding , his height increasing, he's getting fast and fast on the field, he went from stumbling around to having more control with the ball.. when he stops for water I can hear the chanting under his breath, I am a jock .. I am a jock... Must... Obey...,
His dick is hard in his jock strap too..
Finally almost ready...
*there's my star player!* I pat him on the back, he's sweaty and panting, drooling slightly, *you're a natural there bro! Aren't ya?*
Aaron looks up , his eyes filled with nothing but football, coach, and cumming.
*yeaahhhh... Hiccuppp. Fuuck brah... Fuckin love beein a jock broo* he squeezes his bulge
Finally... He's ready.. he's almost under my command, he's almost a true jock...
*come now jock boy, let's get to the locker room shall we?* He obeys my command and we go to the locker room where I sit him down on a bench, with a TV, and play a Hypnotic video of players and football jocks, with text that will finish the job on his reprogramming*
*now Aaron.. stare.. listen... Obey.. stroke...* Aaron takes out his dick and starts edging to the video..
*yeahhhh brahhhh, *.he drools and leaks cum, his muscles.grow to there final form,.his legs the size of trunks and his face more defined .. his hair is cut into a short under cut haircut like rest of the guys
All that is on Aaron's mind is sex, football, jock, Cumming , and the fact he must obey..
*must obey coach brahh...*
Yesss yesss! I exclaime
*yahh. YAHH, fuck yeah brah....* He's reaching climax
*who are you boy, what are you?*
*fuck brah... I'm Aaaron, a football jock brah*
*And who do you obey*
*I obey you coach... I am a dumb, horny football jock.. I must obey you*
*yes Aaron... That's right.. you are a jock.. a big. Dumb , football
.. jock.
Cum jock. CUM
*FUCK YEAH BRAHHHHHHHH!
*jock Aaron cums rope after rope of cum, his old self leaving with it, leaving mess on the floor*
*fuck brah.. got carried away there... Fuck me.... I'm so fuckin horny bro...* Aaron flexing his muscles and puts his dick away*
*it's alright Aaron, your a jock remember, this what the team does remember?*
*oh yeah... Fuck me bro... Thanks brah... I forget a lot... And on that bro.. I have a party bro.. see you later coach !*
I watch as my new football jock Aaron leaves the locker room. I cum at the sight of him..
His dream came true... He became a big, dumb.. football... Jock
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Are you next?
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RIGHT, hi. Long time no see,
I hope you like it . I tried my best
Untill next time bros!
Bro out!
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mitsuyeaah · 2 years ago
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i’m yours, and you’re mine.
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— bachira meguru x f! reader
cw: college au, student athelete!bachira, nsfw (mdni), smut, exhibitionism, semi-public sex (empty locker room), unprotected sex, backshot, clit slapping (brief), fingering (brief), jealous bachira, pet names (baby).
a/n: mitsu’s bachira brainrot has officially started 🧎🏻‍♀️ this drabble is purely self indulgent!! apologies if my characterisation of meguru is inaccurate, this is my first time writing for him, and bllk in general <3 hope u enjoy!
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bachira wasn’t the jealous type, nor was he an individual who easily lost his cool when it came to other boys possibly hitting on you, no. he knew that your relationship with him was secure—he was yours and you were his. bachira didn’t have to worry about anyone stealing you away from him but today was different. right after tonight’s game ended, his demeanour was different despite his team being tonight’s victor.
“he didn’t have to do all that, you know..” bachira clicked his tongue and jutted his bottom lip out—a sweaty arm secured around your waist as the two of you walked side by side to the locker room. grabbing the towel that hung loosely around his neck, you wiped at the sweat rolling down the side of his face, “i’m sure he meant no harm, baby. he was just being nice.”
you didn’t miss the way his fingers at your waist tightened, and the muscles in his arm becoming taut—a clear sign that he wasn’t going to let this go that easily. was he seriously that upset about it? you’ve never seen him act this way before, especially when other men tried to hit on you. usually, he’d even joke about it, saying things like “look how lucky i am to be your boyfriend!”. praising you because of how wonderful you were to have all these guys after you.
a few minutes after the second half of the game started. the ball suddenly came hurling your way. you had no time to react, blurry hues of black and white rapidly making its way over to you and the only thing left to do was close your eyes and accept the ball to your face. you sat on the sideline seats as usual, with every game that bachira had. he liked seeing your face while he ran up and down the field, a good luck charm that helped him calm his nerves during the match.
you waited for what felt like eternity for the ball to come in contact with your face; you were surrounded by the roaring of tonight’s crowd, panicking for your sake for what’s about to hit you but it never came. you took a peek with one eye before opening both of them, one of the players from the rival team had skilfully blocked the ball from smacking you dead in the face which caused the crowd to go wild.
barely even registering what had happened, the rival player—who had blocked the ball—now stood in front of you, asking if you were okay. upon nodding, he gave you a small smile but before leaving to go back to the field, he looked over his shoulder, “can’t have a pretty face like yours get hit, can we?” it left you dumbfounded.
bachira, of course, had heard this small exchange since his first instinct was to head your way and check if you were hurt in anywhere—and this was the sole reason why he was in a sour mood up until now, even though it’s almost been an hour since it happened.
normally, he’d shrug it off and simply tell them that you had a boyfriend but it didn’t sit right with him if the flirting came from a rival player, especially from the one who had been swiftly stealing the ball from him while he dribbled down the field earlier.
“yeah.. being nice or flirting?” he deadpanned. bachira held your gaze, his citrine eyes that used to be filled with joy was now full of annoyance. before you could say anything, his teammates—who had already changed and washed up—rolled out of the locker room, their voices echoing throughout the walls as they celebrated tonight’s win. “bachira! we’re heading out for drinks, coach’s treat for winning the first game of the season! you in? we can wait for you.” isagi rubbed a towel at his wet hair.
“mhm, i’ll meet you guys there. just text me the address.” your boyfriend let out an exasperated sigh before heading inside the locker room. isagi nodded at his reponse and turned to you, “all of us should be done washing up by now, you can head inside.. just don’t let coach catch you.” the man chuckled before leaving.
by the time you got inside only one shower was running and you knew who it was. you walked to bachira’s locker and fished for his change of clothes. the spare uniform that hung on a hanger caught your eye, you took it out from his locker and examined it—it was the same one he wore tonight, the number ‘8’ plastered on both sides, with his name in big, bold letters at the back.
suddenly, an idea popped into your head. you quickly changed out of your blouse and wore bachira’s spare jersey, a smile plastering across your face.
“baby, what if i just wore your shirt to every game i attend so they know that i’m yours and you’re mine?” you joked and turned to your boyfriend who’d just gotten out of the shower. as usual, he didn’t cover himself up.
your eyes widened at his nudity and you quickly averted your gaze, “b-bachira! will you cover up please?” you could feel your cheeks heat up from embarrassment even though you weren’t the one fully naked. bachira chuckled, “what? it’s not like you haven’t seen any of this before..”
bachira took a few steps forward to close the gap between the two of you, the soles of his bare feet slapping against the tiled floor. “what was it you were saying..? you, wearing my jersey so they know that you belong to me?” his voice was much lower now.
he gently grabbed your chin and angled your head to face him, there was a weird glint in his amber eyes, it was clouded with lust. “i.. i was just joking..” your lips were parted as you took shallow breaths to calm yourself down. the heat in the apex of your legs suddenly made itself known; bachira noticed the way you rubbed your thighs together to chase after some kind of friction.
the corner of his lips tugged up. ah, there’s that smile he always wore in the field—the one he uses against his opponents to rile them up but now he’s using it on you. to rile you up. “oh? but my name on your back looks so good on you, my baby..” he removed his fingers from your chin and grabbed your hand, sensually kissing at your knuckles while keeping eye contact.
bachira has seen you wear his soccer jersey in different occasions but it didn’t do anything to him more than his heart just skipping a beat when he saw you in it but tonight.. seeing you with his name and number plastered on your back, it awoke something else in him. especially when you told him that you’d wear it during his games so people knew you belonged to him. yes, you were only joking but he didn’t care. it turned him on.
your eyes fixated on a bead of water at the tip of his bangs, following it as it dropped on the floor, and in the process, you saw how his pretty cock now stood against his abdomen. you swallowed thickly and bit your lip.
bachira didn’t hesitate to grab your chin once again and kiss you. his lips desperately moved against your own—it was rough, needy, and full with want. almost like he wanted to prove to an imaginary audience that you were his, and only his.
you moaned into the kiss, hands coming up to rest against his naked, wet chest. your nails left trails of pink and red as you balled your hands into fists—fuck, he absolutely loved it when you marked his skin with your nails. it drove him crazy.
he was quick to move. turning you around and pressing you against the cold surface of the lockers with a loud thud, earning a yelp from you. “mmm—ah! bachira..” whines left your lips as he planted open mouthed kisses along the side of your neck. his hands skilfully circled to your front and unbuttoned your jeans, hastily tugging them down—shivering as the cool air kissed your bare skin.
“hmm? already wet, aren’t we?” he whispered against the shell of your ear. you bit your lip as bachira ran his index finger along the valley of your wet folds, he pushed your soaked panties aside and plunged two fingers in without warning. desperate attempts to hide your moans were long gone as your lips parted to let out sounds of pleasure. you rested your forehead against the cool metal and closed your eyes, relishing in the pleasure of his fingers inside you.
“fu—ah! fuck, baby!”
bachira tugged your panties down just enough to expose your sopping cunt; he pulled your ass back to his crotch so that you were bent at the hips—the only thing you could do was lay your palms flat against the lockers, you couldn’t even hold onto anything.
“fuuuck.. look at you. so pretty. so perfect for me.” bachira purred, citrine eyes filled with nothing but lust scanned your back. he kept his jersey on you for the sole reason of wanting to see his name on you while he fucked you from behind. there, in big, bold letters was his name and underneath it was the number ‘8’. his number.
“baby.. please! put it inside me—ah!” bachira slapped your clit with the tip of his cock before pushing it past your wet folds. the sound of your nails dragging across the metal surface of the lockers could be heard as you balled your hands into fists. “so fucking good—ngh!” you moaned as he bottomed out.
he let out a breathless laugh before leaning forward, moulding his hands against your own at the locker. the new angle drove his cock deeper into you, now deliciously kissing your cervix—your legs wobbled at this. he hasn’t even started moving his hips yet you were already gone.
amidst the pleasure you felt, you suddenly remembered where the two of you were. in a locker room, and anyone could come in at any time. “w-wait, baby! what if someone comes? we have to—” “hmm? don’t tell me you’re scared, baby? you know, something inside me is saying: we should be excited, not scared when we’re in a desperate situation.”
before you could respond, bachira moved his hips at a fast pace, earning a loud cry of his name from you. the sounds of wet squelches, and a mix of his and your moans bounced around the walls of the locker room. he rested his forehead on your upper back—where the letters of his name were plastered—and moved his hips at a faster pace.
his heavy balls slapped against your clit; his pelvis turning red from making repeated contact with your ass. bachira panted against the soft fabric of his uniform, gripping at it as you tightly clenched around him—beads of water from the shower mixed with his own sweat, coating him in a light sheen.
“aaah—ngh! so so tight for me, baby! looking so good in my shirt—fuck!” he brought a hand to your front and toyed with your clit, causing your knees to buckle. if it wasn’t for his strong hold, you would have been on the floor by now.
“you’re mine, and mine only. tell me—haah! what number am i drawing on your clit? hm?” you furrowed your brows at his question. your mind was fogged with lust that it almost didn’t make sense but you could feel the way his finger moved against it.
bachira was drawing figures of eight on your clit. number 8.
“e—ah! eight!” you stammered. he smiled even though you couldn’t see his face. “hmm—yeaah.. that’s right. the number eight. my jersey number.” bachira stood upright and used your hips as a leverage to drive his cock deeper into you. he wanted it deeper, faster, and harder, and boy did he fulfil that.
your moans increased in volume and pitch, and if there was someone to walk by the locker room, they’d know exactly what the two of you would be doing. “aaah! me-meguruuu~ i’m close!” bachira’s knees buckled at the use of his first name. fuck, he always found it sexy whenever his name rolled off your tongue so flawlessly.
“fuuuck! aaah! come on, baby.. cum for me—ngh!” he watched the way his jersey bunched up on your mid back, leaving his name in view—your ass bounced with every powerful thrust of his hips. fuck, you were so wet that a white ring had started to form at the base of his cock. you were such a good girl for him. all his.
your back arched further which allowed the blunt tip of his cock deeper. it pounded against your cervix over and over again until the knot it your stomach snapped. your sweaty hands slid from the locker, causing you to fall forward but bachira’s hold stabilised your limp body.
you moaned his name out as every muscle in your body stiffened with pleasure—a sharp sensation shooting up your spine. bachira massaged at the skin of your hips, still driving his cock in and out of your sopping wet cunt. he gave you breathless praises mixed with possessiveness—broken sentences declaring that you were his and he was yours.
it didn’t take long for bachira to reach his sweet release. pulling out, he came all over your back, both on his shirt and on your skin. he threw his head back in pleasure as spurts of his cum messily shot out of his tip—lips parted and amber eyes rolling back from the intense orgasm. his loud, shameless moans filled the entire locker room, and you feared that someone may walk past and catch the two of you in such a lewd act but bachira didn’t care.
the two of you stayed that way for a couple of seconds, chests heaving while catching your breaths. he turned your body around to face him before pulling you in for a passionate kiss.
“mine. all mine..” bachira whispered, resting his sweaty forehead against your own.
“all yours.”
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bunnybird-afk · 2 months ago
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i actually have a few ideas in mind for a modern au for the graveborns :D
Niru
• A military doctor (based on his lore) that constantly works day in and day out, becoming the dad who went to get the milk (body counts) to the point where he just sleeps at the hospital if so desired.
• He's also obsessed with the anatomies of a human body to the point where he had intrusive thoughts of wanting to.. 'inspect' on it more
Viperian
• Goes by Victor in this AU, a college professor who teaches biology/chemistry for foundation students, you could say that he's very great at explaining the concepts as he goes VERY into details, which makes him one of the profs that the students go for if they have any questions, despite his creepy appearance
• Little did they know that he has been having a secret past time of kidnapping people and experiments on them at midnight... (He also does this with Niru when they got the time, theyre practically besties)
Cecia
• An opera singer (based on her beta lore) that went viral on socials due to her beautiful voice and pretty appearance, guys and gals would be head over heels for her, if she were to be in any opera stages, tickets would sold out quickly
• Though, she's kinda a brat, she's too arrogant to the point where she would mistreat her butler, Mr. Carlyle (not that he mind, he's devoted to her) and takes her fans for granted
Ludovic
• Rich man in Whiteridge, holding a high title as he owns the place, fancy clothed, looks very serious and stern, with a hint of sadness in his eyes
• Though that sadness goes away when you see him painting a very beautiful landscape or portrait based on his self-grown flower field and his family... He looks the happiest in there. He would also give flowers occasionally to his people! Ah, such a great heart at a young age
(Also he's the type of person to watch a streamer/hear music while painting I don't make the rules)
Igor
• Works as a daycare attendant (and a good one at that) since he likes to play with children, the other workers there said that he has a himbo energy when they met him, his mind may be empty but his care for the children is very devoted. Their first impression of him is quite different though,,, (they crapped themselves seeing him because of how ridiculously tall he is + he has a menacing look)
• At night I'd imagine he'd become a faceless streamer (based on Ranboo), where he'd engage in horror content and silly goofy games, might also chat about funny things that happened during his life. (And yes his Vtuber is a zombie knight like in AFKJ. Again i dont make the rules)
Yeah that's all I could think off atm, i'll write the other characters if I got time
I love the idea of the graveborn nobles lowkey being from like, old money families. Especially Cecia, Thoran and Ludovic.
Also, if this was a mystery thriller/dating sim like the arcana, bodies going missing from morgues and hospitals would be one hell of a plot point. Especially if we work with @twilight-melodys lore about Hogan being a former FBI agent and Valen being his subordinate. Like imagine Hogan asking his old friend (former work partner?) for help investigating a case because he can't actually get involved in an official capacity but he trusts their abilities.
Cue Merlin and Valen investigating and realizing that this conspiracy goes way deeper than they initially thought. The local Forestry Department (the Wilders) reporting weird things happening to the local fauna, some Maulers going missing inexplicably, the local gang boss (Sonja) coming forward about what happened to her sister, and realizing the corruption that runs deep in the towns upper-class socialite society. You could go absolutely insane with this idea. At that point a romance sub-plot is probably the least of Merlin's worries (though personally I'm going a little feral over the idea of Valen in an FBI uniform).
Also, love the idea of Igor just minding his own damn business and not getting involved with all the drama. Hydrated (he's a gamer so probably not) , staying in his lane and thriving, as it should be.
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hubristicassholefight · 9 months ago
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Hubristic Assholes tourney Round 1 part 3a
Herbert West (Re-Animator, both book and film) vs Victor Frankenstein (Frankenstein)
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Literally has a whole monologue about defying god in the second movie. (https://youtu.be/BOt0rRhofuI?si=o7wCwAaT347jUmcp)
Playing God by defying death itself
Victor
"ouh im gonna create life from scratch and it's gonna be Pog and Slay" WRONG it wwas FUCKT . he didnt give that thang enough SKIN even . and then it killed his whole family, well he is just a silly guy .
Textbook definition of fuck around and find out. To his credit - yeah, he was a genius who sped through All Of Chemistry Classes in 2 years and revolutionized the field of natural sciences at his university while he was barely 20, arguably invented biochemistry (and then never told anyone) and created a human(ish) being from scratch (and again, never told anyone), BUT Honestly I don't even need to say anything here, I can literally just paste a direct quote: "Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world. A new species would bless me as its creator and source; many happy and excellent natures would owe their being to me. No father could claim the gratitude of his child so completely as I should deserve theirs." He saw LIFE AND DEATH ITSELF as just a STARTING POINT ffs Needless to say, the "find out" stage hit him like a freight train making the rest of his life just one long trauma conga line until he died completely alone before even hitting 30 Give it up to our king of hubris, Greatest pathetic wet meow meow of gothic literature tbh
thought he could be better than God by making his own man so that he could later bring people (his mother) back to life. whole thing blew up in his face cause 1. he made it way too big and way too able to kill people 2. he immediately got scared of it and ran away 3. he left it alone without teaching it how to actually function as a human, further adding to the murderous tendencies.
Thinks making life is easy. Does not consider the life he made actually worth anything, He's like the platonic ideal of a shitty parent who wants recognition for Being A Parent without actually having the ability to care for someone else, just taken to a cartoonish extreme. Look where that got him.
Tries to create a whole ass person from scratch. It does not go well; The guy needs no introduction. Guy tries creates a whole human person cobbled together from dead bodies, breathes life into it, immediately abandons his creation, and proceeds to have his life completely destroyed when said creation goes on a rampage of revenge. Subtitle of the book is literally the 'Modern Prometheus.'
Do I really have to explain this one. He made a Guy. He played God. Then the Guy killed his entire family and (boy)friend; He is Pathetic
Victor wanted to play god. Created monster. Monster tried to kill him. Killed his brother, his gf, and his BFF, and came after him. A horror icon, and the modern archetype of the mad scientist in fiction. He's a pathetic pissbaby that needs to be punched. Cunt dies in the end get rekked lol.
I mean come on, Please he's like the guy
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Propaganda why Dr. Heinrich Faust is insufferable:
"Dude is an old disgruntled man that does nothing but complain. He gets the coolest sidekick (Mephisto) who grants him the power of looking hot and young again and what does Faust do with that power ?
-- no suspense here we all read the play. He seduces an underage girl (Gretchen), impregnates her then fucks off to party with a bunch of witches for 9 months, after wich Gretchen is sentenced to death for killing the resulting infant after you know....BEING A SHELTERED YOUNG WOMAN NOT REALLY KNOWING WTF TO DO WITH A NEWBORN.
And then Faust cries to her about it in prison.
Faust sucks. "
"INSANE over him being submitted and SURE i'll go along with it. He is supposed to be insufferable, clearly. Which REALLY starts in the Gretchentragödie. Where he (middle aged scholar) tries to get with a 14yr old girl (and manages to) and kills like her whole family. The reason this is extra infuriating is because in the first part of the drama he's actually quite relatable. Whining about how he has nothing to live for and how he studied everything there was at the time and he STILL doesn't get what the world's really about. He also recognizes that nature and culture have a lot to offer instead. So what does he do when a demon promises him a fulfilled life in a deal? Of course he decides to groom a 14yr old. Cool writing, there's a reason it's a classic. But yeah, he's Supposed to suck and be infuriating. He acts like a little BITCH towards mephisto, the demon, asks him for shit all the time, like a toddler. In my opinion, gay sex would have fixed him. If a demon told me he'd give me anything to make life worth my time i know who I would bang instead of the 14yr old. Not only does he wanna be with her but he's so BAD at it too. Failure of a man. You WILL want to punch him"
"Rarely have I ever loathed a character as much as Faust.
He starts relatable enough, wanting to know more than possible and stuff, but he is incapable of accepting a no. Desperation and hubris are fun, don't get me wrong, but he is so incredibly annoying about it.
My main issue is his obsession with Gretchen though. Like. My guy gets deaged into youth and needs to fuck the first girl he sees. Buddy, she's, like, 16 At Most (probably 14 actually but I don't remember). You're literally an old fuck of a professor. And like, you literally keep calling her a child and ignoring all her concerns and her values! The only times you agree with her are to placate her so you can still get in her pants!!
And like. He literally admits this outright. He literally says he doesn't care what happens to her as long as he gets what he wants. He manipulated a teenage girl into accidentally murdering her mother during their first time. Then he leaves her alone! She's pregnant, that's a death sentence!
And AFTER the fever dream of Walpurgis Night or whatever he's like "ohhhh I love you so much please run away with me and abandon all your values again" LITERALLY SHUT THE FUCK UP THIS IS YOUR FAULT.
YOU LITERALLY HAVE A LIFE TIME OF EXPERIENCE YOU KNEW EXACTLY WHAT YOU WERE DOING AT ALL TIMES YOU'RE A MISERABLE ARSEHOLE WHO KILLED HER AND SOMEHOW YOU STILL DON'T RESPECT HER AS LIKE A HUMAN????
Like even for the time! That's fucked up! Even in the fucking context of Goethe's time that is messed up!!
Anyway I haven't yet gotten to read the second book but I'll do it literally just to watch Faust die. I need him to die so badly. He's such a horny, selfish, holier-than-thou bastard who thinks he's better than everyone because he's do "big picture" and "studied all fields of science" and then acts Like That. I'm chewing on his remains. I hope he suffers forever.
Like. You could have done anything. But instead you manipulated a teenage girl (and like, literally, not the tumblr usage) just to sleep with her, doomed her for your own pleasure and then had the gall to throw a fit and make her death all about yourself, and still didn't acknowledge her as a person even once. I hope you choke on your ego, Dr. Heinrich Faust."
Propaganda why Victor Frankenstein is insufferable:
"Victor Frankenstein is so pathetic not even tumblr could love him. The best parts of Frankenstein are the ones where your blessedly saved from being in his whiny, self deprecating, self centered pov. He’s so conceited that when his creation tells him directly “In revenge for killing the wife you were making for me I’m going to kill YOUR wife to see how YOU like it!”, Victor Frankenstein thinks that the creation is going to kill him and *only* him. (A decision And on top of it, he’s a shitty dad. Truly the worst.c
"this fucker has zero self awareness, which could maybe be fun to read about! except that 3/4 of the book consists of him constantly woe-is-me-ing about his own mistakes and how he shouldn't be responsible for any of his own actions."
"He's not irredeemable, but his refusal to take accountability til it's too late is irritating"
"The man has never one in his life taken responsibility for his own actions. He's always surprised when the things he does have consequences for him and the people around him.
"It's not my fault I spent months grave robbing for spare body parts, sewing them together, and giving life to the results. How could I have ever predicted that that creature wouldn't look quite right? How could I have known that it was wildly irresponsible to abandon the grown man sized newborn that I created?"
Man acts like he is a completely innocent victim when, in reality he's the cause of every one of the problems in the book."
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The thing that really gets me, Nate Astriiformes, about Laios' particular brand of monster autism is that no matter how you translate it into a real-world setting, it is a huge mood.
Is it a love for animals in general? One of my degree concentrations is in biology, and I have worked as both a nature educator at a science museum and a wildlife field tech, as well as volunteered in multiple zoological collections
Is it specifically a love for unloved wildlife? One of my favorite volunteer position was at at an insectarium where I taught people to handle and appreciate "creepy" and less-loved critters, and I have also done volunteer work for the Colorado Spider Survey.
Is it a love for monsters, specifically, which we may not actually have in the real world but can absolutely still study anthropologically? Guess what, one of my favorite courses I took in college was on monsters, I would love to expand my werewolf research for it into a book someday, my two favorite pieces of academic writing are Jeffrey Jerome Cohen's "Monster Culture (Seven Theses)" and Susan Stryker's "My Words to Victor Frankenstein Above the Village of Chamounix," and I'm considering focusing on bestiaries and Early Modern natural knowledge for a PhD.
Needless to say, I understand why my friends have all been generally unsurprised and gone "Yeah, Nate, he seems like your Type of Guy" even if it also means the mortifying ordeal of being known this past week has been real.
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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 11 months ago
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Roadkill: Final Part
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2.2k
Summary: Someone is using their vehicle to run people over, but why? What compels someone to take another life?
Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill
Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated
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Not even a day later, there is news of another murder. This time, the victim is a man. He was chased down in a parking garage and nearly got away when the unsub rammed his truck into an elevator, nearly cutting him in two. There are crime scenes--one on the second floor where the initial contact was made, and the one on the first floor where the unsub made contact with the victim.
"The impact nearly cut him in two. His name is Victor Costella, a podiatrist. He works in the building," Detective Quinn says.
"This is the first male victim. So much for the rape theory."
"He ran down from the level above to try to get away."
You're brought back to earlier in the day and see Victor run down from the car ramp to the first floor. The unsub is right behind him with an angry look on his face. You can't see the unsub at all but you can tell by the way it's speeding at Victor that he is angry. Victor thinks he's gonna make it to the elevator, but it closes right before he can get on. That's when the unsub rammed into him.
You rewind the events and follow Victor up the ramp to the second floor. Victor's car is all the way on the other side of the parking garage, so he's running backward the more you rewind. You rewind it as far as it can go and let it play normally. Victor leaves the building and heads to his car, not having seen the unsub in his truck. When he gets halfway to it, the unsub speeds forward to hit Victor but the victim jumps out of the way.
He rams into his personal car, and that's when Victor starts running away. He passes by you in a mist that brings you back to reality.
"Is this the victim's car?" Spencer asks.
"Yeah, why?"
"Uh, excuse me for a second." Spencer takes out his phone and calls Penelope as he walks away. "Garcia, I need you to look into something."
"This is a reserved spot. The unsub knew where he was gonna park and must have gotten here early and picked this spot right across. Somebody might have seen him waiting."
"Somebody did," an officer says. "I talked to an x-ray tech on the third floor. She noticed a truck when she arrived."
"Was he inside it?"
"Yeah, but she couldn't see him because of the tint."
"How did she know if he was inside, then?"
"She said the window was cracked. The occupant was smoking."
"I don't suppose your people found any cigarette butts, did they?" The officer shakes his head. "What time did the tech get in?"
"Ten in the morning."
"He waited for seven hours. A proper addict could go through a whole pack." Rossi walks over to the spot where the unsub was waiting and notices the cigarettes on the ground. It looks like the cigarettes were stripped down. "He field-stripped these."
"What is that?" Emily asks.
"It's something they teach soldiers to avoid leaving traces in the field. They squeeze out the filter then ball up the surrounding paper."
"Then our unsub could be ex-military."
"We can get DNA on this," the officer says. "If we're lucky, he'll be in the system."
"If he's military, why would he choose a truck as his weapon?"
This gets you thinking. Why would he use his truck as a weapon if he could use guns? He's been in the military, so he should be comfortable using one.
"Yeah, a truck is loud and draws attention. Plus, he risked rendering it inoperable. This doesn't make any sense."
"It does to him. He needs to kill this way. I just don't know why."
"Guys, I think I know what connects the victims," Spencer says. You head back to the police station so that everyone can hear what he has to say while local police stayed behind at the crime scene. "All of the victims drove red two-door coupes."
"Don't you think that could be a coincidence?" Quinn asks.
"It's statistically significant. We haven't been able to find any other common denominators but this. If the unsub is targeting people because of their cars, then his initial contact with them would have been on the road."
"What if he had to use his truck as a weapon?" you say. "Think about it. He's in the military and gets hurt. If he's disabled, then he has no other choice but to use his car. I don't know why he chose these people as his victims, but I think looking into injuries in the military is worth it."
"I agree," Hotch says. "It's worth looking into."
"I spoke to the families about the victims' daily car travel," JJ says. "There's one road all the victims have in common. Route 7."
"Of course," Quinn sighs.
"Does that mean something to you?"
"Maybe we should take a drive."
Quinn takes Hotch and Spencer to Route 7 on a hill that overlooks the road. There are a bunch of crosses on the other side of the road where people have lost their lives. It's such a dangerous stretch of roads that the locals call it "Suicide 7". The crosses represent the fatalities of the accidents that have happened there. The fire chief put them up to remind drivers to be careful.
There are two lanes with no dividers, so there are either a lot of head-on collisions or people get run off the road. Maybe the unsub didn't get injured in the military but got injured from an accident he was involved in on this road. If he felt someone was responsible for his injuries, that could be how he's choosing his victims. Using his truck gives the unsub power and control that he otherwise lacks in his everyday life.
The idea that he's avenging his own physical suffering speaks to a victim mentality that's inconsistent with the profile, so maybe it's not just about his own suffering. It's safe to say that you're comfortable with giving the profile out. While you're giving the profile out, JJ is talking to the press about the same thing.
"As we speak, this profile and a description of the unsub's truck are being released to state and national media," Hotch says. "In addition to what we already know, we believe the unsub is ex-military, most likely Army or Marines. We also believe he's physically handicapped."
"From combat?" an officer asks.
"No, from an automobile accident. This accident may have occurred along Route 7 where the unsub finds his victims."
"Does that have something to do with why he's going after red coupes?"
"We believe that he holds the driver of a comparable vehicle responsible for his accident, and this person is the object of his rage. Since he can't confront them, he's taking revenge against a surrogate."
Emily walks in with two boxes in her hands followed by Derek with two more boxes.
"These boxes contain accident reports from a strip of Route 7 between Bend and Eugene. There's about five years' worth. We're gonna need everyone you can spare to comb through them."
"We've also compiled a list of local rehabilitation facilities where the unsub may have gone to recover. Use the profile as you canvass these places. Remember, we're looking for a white male in his early forties that is former military who may have sustained severe injury in a car accident. Though only owners of red coupes have been targeted at this point, we're asking all drivers to be vigilant on the road. Thank you.
Rossi, Quinn, half the BAU team, and some officers go out to canvass the area and the local rehab centers in hopes one of them knows who your unsub is. You grab some files from one of the boxes when JJ walks in with a man.
"Just wait right here," she says to him, and she approaches Hotch. "Hotch, we just got a walk-in. His name is Gil Bonner. It's about the unsub's accident. He says it's his fault."
"Sir, why do you think this accident is your fault?"
"It was late, and I'd spent all day in Eugene with my mom. She'd been sick. I shouldn't have been driving, but I just wanted to get home to see my little girl. It was darker than usual. I remember the moon was just a sliver. Right outside the cascades, my phone started vibrating so when I went to reach for it, I knocked it off the far side of the seat. It fell down by the door and I thought I could reach it. I took my eyes off the road but it couldn't have been for more than a few seconds. When I looked back up, there were lights and this horn was blaring. I swerved at the last second and kept on going without a scratch."
"You'd gone into the oncoming lane? What happened to the other vehicle?"
"That's the thing. It was in the rearview mirror and then it was gone. It vanished."
"Why didn't you stop?"
"It didn't seem real."
"Wait, you're saying you just pretended it didn't happen?" you ask.
"I guess if you tell yourself something for long enough, you can make anything true."
"Well, you're here now. Tell us about the other vehicle."
"It's definitely the truck you're looking for. When I saw the news, it all made sense. It's come back for revenge."
"When did the accident occur?"
"December of 2007, the second Saturday."
"There are no accidents reported in December of 2007," Spencer says, confused.
"No, I'm sure there was."
"Maybe you have your dates wrong?"
"I guess it could have been November."
"Uh, memories are like puzzle pieces, and it's entirely possible that in suppressing these for so long, you've sort of rearranged things. How long was your mother sick for?"
"Five months. She died in January, that much I know."
Gil wasn't able to get much on the unsub, but Derek and Emily did. What you know about the unsub is that he's ex-military that's good with his hands when it comes to cars. Even with that generic description, you're still going through five years with of patients with the same conditions. If you can narrow it down to a five-month window between September 2007 and January 2008, that would help a lot.
Some of the doctors refused to believe that a person who is paraplegic isn't capable of murder, but they have special rigging equipment that can help them drive. There is one person who went to therapy that made a lot of progress physically but wasn't advancing as well mentally. His name is Ian Coakley, and the doctors he worked with were baffled that he was making physical progress but none mentally.
The doctors have patients write and draw daily to help strengthen their hands, and when Ian was tasked to do this, he would draw trucks with spikes and other weapons coming out of them. Anger is part of healing, but the things Ian did is over the top. It's his murder fantasy that he's now making a reality.
The unsub is having a hard time trying to piece together what exactly happened, which is why his victims and their cars keep changing. His mind is trying to find out the truth about what happened. When it changes, so do his victims. When Derek and Emily got the date of his accident, they immediately send it back over to the office so you can go over what happened.
"September 28, 2007, Ian and Sheila Coakley crashed while driving home from Napa Valley going Eastbound on Route 7 around midnight. It appeared their car was run off the road and flipped numerous times with no witnesses. His wife was riding in the passenger seat. She died at the scene," Spencer reads.
"Coakley survived. Paramedics indicated spinal cord injury. Morgan said he fractured his T6 and T7 vertebrae. He's paraplegic."
"That's not all. He's a former light-wheel mechanic in the Army National Guard," you add.
"Does it say anything about a red car?"
"No. It says Coakley suffered memory loss after the accident. Short-term retrograde amnesia is common after a serious accident."
"I think it's safe to say he remembers now," Rossi scoffs.
"Do we have an address?"
"Garcia is working on it now."
Hotch calls Penelope but before he can talk, she does.
"Okay, the house Coakley and his wife bought was foreclosed on ten months after his accident. There's a paper trail that leads to a land called Nowhere. He cashed some insurance checks during a stay at Edelman House, but after he left, zilch."
"Are there any relatives he could be staying with?"
"No. I tried that. There's no family in the area. My exquisitely educated guess is he's either squatting or subletting with cash."
"What about his truck?"
"He owns a '79 Dodge D100. He bought it used ten years ago."
"He's had to rebuild it several times now. Those parts can't be easy to find for a truck that old."
"I smell what you're cooking, Agent," Penelope chuckles at Rossi. "I'll check auto suppliers in Bend." She pauses while she types. "Yeah, Rossi gets a fruit cup with lunch. He's having the parts drop-shipped through Syd's Auto Shop and sent directly to an address in Southwest Bend."
Your team heads over to Ian's house when Penelope sends over the address for Ian. He's not home, obviously, but this trip isn't a total waste. You don't have to step foot into the house to know if you go in there, you're going to throw up. Ian smokes so much that his entire house reeks of cigarette smoke. You don't care what job you're doing, you're not going in there.
That's fucking disgusting.
"Get all your vehicles off this street and set up a perimeter," Rossi says to Quinn. "If Coakley returns, we want to be ready for him."
"Got it."
"Rossi, Y/N, you'll want to see this," Derek calls from the garage. Thank God the garage door is open to air out the smell of cigarettes, but you don't need to go inside to see what's in there. A ton of grilles are on the ground... grilles that Ian has replaced. "Look at the grilles. They still got blood on them."
"He's been switching plates, too." There are different types of plates on his workbench. "We should revise the BOLO."
"Rossi, look at this," Derek says. He finds some pictures of all the victims in a nearby box. "This is stalk central. He has pictures of everyone."
"Who's this guy?" you ask and point to the last one. "Do you think it's possible there are other victims we don't know about?"
"I don't think so. Garcia would have found them."
"Then I think we've found his next target." Derek quickly calls Penelope. "Hey, baby girl. I need you to run a plate fast."
Half of the team went to talk to the wife of the next victim, James Burke. His wife was home but he wasn't. According to her, he goes on a bike ride with a club of people around town. Whenever he's on his rides, he doesn't take his phone with him so there is no way to call him and warn him.
He has a regular route on the Prineville Reservoir Loop which is a fifty-mile roundtrip from their house. Ian is going after him next and it's your job to find James before Ian does. You're in the same car as Rossi and Derek while Hotch is in the same car as Quinn. You call Hotch and connect him over Bluetooth so everyone can talk to each other.
"Hotch, we're on Route 26 heading toward the Reservoir. I think we're about halfway around the loop. So far no sign of him," Rossi says.
"Copy that. We're heading southbound on 20. Hopefully, we can hit Route 26 before they fly by us."
Emily, Spencer, and JJ are back at the station doing more research on Ian and his accident when Emily noticed something strange about the case. Ian got injured to the point where his memories started changing the more he thought of different theories as to what happened. Ian was driving his wife's car the night of the accident, and it was a red Coupe.
The only explanation for that is there was no other car on the road that night. The make and model of the car keep changing in Ian's mind like he knows they aren't right. His doctor at the rehab facility called it fluid memory since it's always changing, but what if it was more than that? If that accident was a single-car accident, then it's Ian's fault he ran off the road. He was driving back from Napa Valley which is a long drive in of itself. He must have fallen asleep at the wheel and driven off the cliff.
The thought that he'd be responsible for his wife's death was too much to bear so he projected the blame onto someone else. He blamed someone who was driving a red Coupe not knowing that it was him who was driving it.
"Gil wasn't responsible for the accident, Ian was. He just refuses to believe it," you say.
There are two cars chasing Ian who is chasing James around like a maniac. Ian sees the group of bikers that James is part of and lurches forward at top speed but Hotch is quicker than him. Hotch intercepts Ian and runs his car right into the driver-side door, causing a side-impact collision. The hood of Hotch's car is up and the engine is smoking but both occupants are alright.
Ian tries to back out and go after his target again, but the Detective gets out and aims his gun at Ian. Ian isn't the kind of unsub that will be stopped by talking to him. He's either going to get cornered and get arrested or he's going to kill himself.
He chooses the latter when he realizes it's his fault he killed his wife.
You come around the corner and see Hotch's accident, but he orders you to follow after Ian. Derek peels away from the scene and speeds off after the black truck, though, he never gets close enough to hit him. The mountains have curvy roads and steep inclines, and you're getting a bit car sick from all this, you have to admit.
"I think I'm gonna be sick," you groan and take deep breaths.
"Sorry, mama," Derek sighs.
Ian inches up the hill toward a spot where there are no other roads. It's a lookout spot for people to park and enjoy the view. However, Ian isn't planning on stopping. He presses the gas more the closer he gets to the edge of the cliff.
"No, don't do it, man."
Ian's car drives off the cliff at full speed, and you gasp in horror.
"Derek, stop!!" Derek comes to a screeching halt right before you can suffer the same fate. "Yeah, I'm gonna be sick."
Car chases and fast driving aside, you're glad this case is over. You get to spend the weekend with your boyfriend in a hotel room away from all this. You and Spencer can't be more excited which is why you two are packing up as quickly as you can.
"Alright, we are going away for the whole weekend. If you call, we will not answer," you joke. Of course, if it's an emergency, you'll come in but everyone knows not to bother you two. "Are you ready to go?"
"Lead the way," Spencer grins and grabs your hand.
"The human voice can never reach the distance that is covered by the still small voice of conscience." - Mahatma Gandhi
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Run BTS Mini field day - Part 2
Cr./to the creators of media used in this post.
Have a feeling this is going to be a long one too, perhaps a two parter.
What can I say?
The very last Run BTS episode for the foreseeable future. 😭 😭 
And what a doozy it was.
If part 1 had us rofl, this one had us rolling in soap on the floor laughing. It was hysterical.
In a nut shell, we had JM farting (not really but yeah), Jin never having babies (his poor cahoonas),  and lots of slapstick everyone falling all over the place on a soapy surface.
Did I hear someone say slapping?
We had some of that too. Butt slapping, that is. Not to mention some soap wrestling and a happy happy hug.
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So, where to begin?
Perhaps at the beginning? Yep, good advice. I guess I'll start at the beginning, begin at the start.
The first task was balancing the balls, you know, so they don't fall, while walking up the stairs, and this being timed. The one to reach the top, lift his arms and have as many balls still being balanced in the least time was the victor.
Should I give you a spoiler here? Nah, you go watch. Not gonna tell you who won this round. Will give you a hint though, can't help myself... on the one hand it's a little surprising, on the other hand, given last episode, not so much, lol.
Anyways, we had plenty of laughs in this round. RM was super funny. We had the guys teasing Suga again with the "he's confident cause he's done some climbing...Scooba diving....parkour...."
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But JM folks, JM took the cake. Well, of course with help from his dear friend, you know, the one that spills the tea all of the damn time...
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The build up we got for JM, all for it to fall into pieces in seconds. 🤣🤣
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And all because of one little innocent comment...
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Yeah, I kind of don't want to say this, but heck, I can't help myself, it's a must... from there things turn to shit. 🤣 🤣
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Suga: "TMI", RM: "don't talk about farting",
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And JK:
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And if by any chance you think that would be the end of the farting talk, then nah-ah. The one that said not to talk about farting had this to say:
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And again:
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Like I said, JM took the cake...
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Yes, that's JK you see there, on his knees laughing.
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But then it's Jhope's turn, and JM is dreaming of revenge. Hobi knows it's coming, lol.
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Who you looking at JK?
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Again with the farting...
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Hobi makes it to the top, saying he's doing it for JM, all for:
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RM tries again. Nope. Definitley not the challenge for him.
Last game for the mini filed day was slippery soccer. And you thought that the first game was funny, well, this one will have you on the floor.
They had to split into 2 teams of 3 and 4.
And again...now you see him here:
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And next, after they are told they need to split into 2 teams, he's here:
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I wonder what team JK thought he'd be in...
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Sorry JK, not this time.
And it was all your boyfie's idea.
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The shock. The betrayal.
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JM was after the amusement factor. I guess after losing every single game so far he thought the heck with it all, let's make this funny.
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So here's where the hectic comes in. It was crazy. It was fun. It was super funny. And we got lot's of Jikookery, which I will bring to you in... part 2 of this post of course.
To be continued...
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Fant4stic: A Fantastic Failure (Part 2)
Warning: LowTierGod moments incoming
Hey guys!
I'm back with the awaited second (and final part) of my Fant4stic review!
As I'm sure most you of read the first part noticed, there was one other important character that I didn't get to (largely due to media image/video limits).
And that's none other than the villain of the film himself, Victor.
GOOD LORD, THIS CHARACTER……
But before we talk about him, let's talk about his original counterpart.
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Victor is cold, arrogant, petty, relatively calm but can be little theatrical at times, and most importantly of all, has an ego the size of Ego!
Like, he literally wants to the conquer the world just to show that he would be better at running it than everyone else.
The thought is nice and all but….ego much?
He's also incredibly vain and a massive perfectionist.
The reason he wears his trademark mask is because he sees himself as hideous because of a scar he obtained during his university days via an miscalculation, despite the fact that the scar itself isn't even all that bad and Victor himself is actually a pretty handsome man.
Apart from his personality, Victor is also one of the biggest villains in the Marvel Universe.
In addition to his willpower and diplomatic immunity, he is insanely intelligent.
He's literally tied with Reed as being the most intelligent person in the Marvel Universe, which he hates (more on that a little later).
Victor's famous armor also makes him even more of a threat, granting him strength and durability that allows him tank and trade blows with Ben (along with other heavy hitters of the Marvel Universe like Spider-Man and even The Hulk), the ability to project energy in all kinds of ways (from concussive blasts to force fields), and all kinds of special gadgets.
This is made even worse with the fact that he's a skilled combatant, being skilled in the ways of the Tibetan monks and is even a master swordsman.
But the real kicker to his presence as a major threat is that he's a master of the mystic arts, rivaling even the likes of Doctor Strange as being one of the most powerful magic users in the Marvel Universe.
Another major and important aspect of his character is his rivalry with Reed.
Victor hates Reed with a passion, due to them being rivals during their university days.
This was only made even worse due to the accident that scarred Victor's face, which was the result of a miscalculation on his part, which Reed pointed out but Victor ignored.
Victor feels that Reed is always trying to outdo him, and will go drastic, borderline psychopathic lengths to 1-up him.
If I remember correctly, he was once willing to allow the destruction of all reality just to show up Reed.
It's that bad.
Now let's look at Fant4astic Victor.
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This version has practically nothing in common with the OG Victor, apart from being arrogant, cold and a little petty.
This Victor is an anti-social, basement-dwelling, nihilistic douchebag with a hard-on for Sue.
I'm not joking. They basically turned Doctor Doom, one of the greatest villains in all comic book and even fictional history, into a Discord moderator!
Or a Redditor. They're kinda interchangeable.
But apart from those traits I just mentioned, he doesn't have any......ANYTHING in common with his original counterpart (or most other iterations of the character in general)!
He doesn't really have an ego, despite his anti-social personality.
He never shown be all that theatrical, because that would actually require showing actual emotion!
Which yeah, I'm going off-tangent here, but let's talk about the acting real quick.
Is acting in this film is genuinely awful, despite the fact that I know DAMN well these people are actually good actors.
Every person in this film talks in such a dry and bland tone.
There's no distinction in how any of them talk!
And my GOD! Could these people look anymore miserable?
It's so apparent that nobody was enjoying acting for this film.
Probably because their characters had nothing that made original counterparts so great.
Top that off with how Trank famously treated literally everyone on set like absolute SHIT.
You can't blame anyone in this film for looking or acting the way they did.
They do not want to be here!
The only time any of these guys show any other emotion besides boredom or silent misery is during the body horror scenes.
Where everyone is screaming and in pain.....
Speaking of which, that was something Trank was really pushing for in this film.
And while the concept doesn't sound too bad on paper, like most of the other stuff in this movie, it ended up coming off as unnecessarily tryhard and edgy.
But back on topic about Victor.
He's not shown to be all that vain.
Nor does he come off as a massive perfectionist.
Because showing actual care, dedication and passion for your work was just clearly too much for this film's direction.
Also, what it is with live-action adaptations forgetting that Victor is literally the ruler of an ENTIRE FUCKING NATION?!
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That's a pretty big deal, if you ask me!
But then again, I don't think anyone would want the ruler of a nation to look like.....this:
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He's not skilled in magic because that's certainly not "gRoUnDeD aNd ReAlIsTiC".
And there's NO WAY in hell that this version actually knows how fight anyone.
The only powers this Doom has are vaguely telekinetic ones, which he obtains after the incident.
That's literally it.
We don't known if his new skin makes him all that durability.
Nor even that physically strong.
And he doesn't have any sort of special gadgets on him because that would actually be interesting to see.
Which this film can't be bothered to do.
And side-note: Victor's metal look just looks so fucking dumb. In the words of the SmegHead (of Cinematic Excrement fame), he looks like C-P3O had sex with a glowstick....inside a microwave oven.
And although all of this is incredibly bad, perhaps the worst thing about this version of Victor is rivalry with Reed.....or lack thereof.
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Despite being one of the most important aspects of Victor, he has no rivalry (or any of sort of relationship) with Reed all at.
Hell, they only interact with each other a handful of times throughout the film.
And this actually perfectly segways into one of the film's greatest flaws: the lack of chemistry between any of the characters.
It's actually hilarious how this film was aiming to be "grounded and realistic as possible", but nobody in this film talks like an actual fucking human being!
They speak like walking cliches (which many of them are) and even A.I.
But even that's an insult to A.I. because I've heard A.I. voices with much more emotion than any of the performances in this film!
Despite being childhood best friends, Reed and Ben never really come off as friends whatsoever.
They feel more like acquaintances who just so happen to have known each other for many years.
It's even worse with Sue and Johnny.
You remember how I mentioned making Sue and Johnny adopted siblings rather than biological ones like in every other iteration was quite debatable?
Well, this is why.
These two don't feel like siblings whatsoever.
And even if they were biologically related, it still wouldn't make much of a difference.
Even worse is Reed and Sue, who have little to no scenes between each other and have the chemistry of water and oil.
And remember. In the comics and most other iterations, these two are married and have children!
But worst of all is the "chemistry" between the Four.
Fun Fact: The entirety of the Four don't share the screen together until the film's climax!
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This film undoubtedly misses the main core of the Fantastic Four.
They're suppose to be a family! Even if they're not all related to each other! And no matter what, they would always be by each other's side!
Even the Story films, as flawed as they are, understood that point.
But here, the Four just feel like four random schmucks who barely care about each other.
And I'm guessing because it wasn't "dark, grounded and realistic" enough.
Which yeah, let's talk about that real quick.
The movie's depiction of a dark and gritty style feels like it was written by an angsty teenager who thinks 13 Reasons Why and Rick and Morty are deep, thought-provoking masterpieces and that Devil May Cry would've been better off with this Dante.
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There's just something about the style that just screams pretentious.
Plus, it seems that in terms of realism, they're going off the Mark Millar philosophy of such.
As where life is just a never-ending stream of failure, disappointment, and misery.
And literally every human being is some variation of being a miserable asshole or loser.
Which like.....can we kindly let that mindset fucking die already?
Conclusion:
And it says in the title of this post, Fant4stic was a FANTASTIC FAILURE!
It only grossed $167.9 million worldwide against a production budget of $120 million, essentially making the film a bonafide box office bomb.
And it wasn’t any better with the reception.
Pretty much everyone HATED this film. Critics hated it. Audiences hated it. And you better believe that the FF fans hated it as well.
But the biggest haters of the film, funnily enough, was actually Marvel themselves.
They've understandably and rightfully disowned this film.
They never mention it's existence.
Which is saying something when you remember that they've actually mentioned the existence of this in the past....
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The universe of the film itself doesn't even have an official convoluted number like literally every other piece of official Marvel nedia.
Hell, Marvel's hatred for this film is so great that in issue 12 of Jason Aaron's run of The Punisher, there was actually a scene where the actors of the movie literally get violently killed in an fucking explosion!
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I've heard of spite, but takes it to a whole new level!
And although Jason claimed that they did survive the explosion. Let's be real, he definitely intended for these guys to get blown to kingdom come.
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And you know this film was absolute garbage when even Stan Lee himself didn't cameo.
Yeah! Fant4astic is one of the VERY few films based on a Marvel property pre-passing that didn't feature a cameo from him.
And this isn't gonna be the last time you'll be hearing about Stan in this post.
And in all honesty, you can't blame anyone for the reaction this movie got.
This is movie is just genuinely really terrible.
Apart from the effects (which are decent enough) and the weirdly funny choice of casting Dan Castellaneta (the voice of Homer Simpson) as Reed's teacher, there is not ONE ounce of redeeming worth about this film.
The story is paper thin and ungodly boring.
The acting is incredibly half-assed.
The tone and style is just plain sucks.
And the characters are about as interesting as cardboard on wheat beard.
As an adaptation of the Fantastic Four, this film is an absolute insult and disgrace to the team and their legacy.
And even you look at the project as its own thing (which like, why would you do that for an adaptation of all things?), it's still awful.
Fant4stic is genuinely one of the worst films I've ever had the displeasure of watching.
And among the multitude of superhero films, I wholeheartedly say that it's the worst one of all time (along with being one of the worst overall films in history).
Yes. Worse than Howard the Duck. Worse than Catwoman. Worse than Batman & Robin. And even worse than Morbius and Madame. FUCKING. Web.
At very least, those have a "so-bad, it's-good" kinda feel to them.
Where you can't help but laugh and be charmed at how awful they are.
But Fant4stic? It has nothing. It is nothing.
And the thing that really pisses me off about this film (apart from everything listed above) is just how blatantly....shallow it is.
Fant4stic is one of the most lifeless, soulless and passionless pieces of media I've ever seen in my entire life.
And as an artist, this genuinely makes me upset.
And when you look at the history of the film, it really was.
It was created by a studio who only wanted to make it as an excuse to latch onto rights that they would've needed to sell at some point.
And a director, who as we would find out from various members of the crew, didn't care about the property he was working with and essentially wanted to make his own new movie.
Speaking of which, let's talk about the after effects this film had on the people involved.
20th Century Fox was definitely affected by the film's failure the least.
However, they never made any more FF films after this one.
Especially since they would be officially bought out by you-know-who.
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Plus, plans for sequels (yes, they actually believed this piece of shit would actually be successful enough to warrant continuations) were INSTANTLY scrapped.
One of which included a crossover with the X-Men film franchise.
Which continuity of it, your guess is as good as mine's.
Next we have the main stars.
With the exception of Michael B. Jordan, this film seriously wrecked many of their careers, due to how young (though I use that term somewhat loosely) and up-and-coming they were.
It would take them a good while before they really reached stardom.
But the one who was affected by the film's failure the most was none other than Josh Trank himself.
If you look at his filmography, you can see that ever since this film, this hasn't done much.
Ever since Fant4astic, He directed, wrote and edited the 2020 film Capone, which I had only found out the existence of while I was doing research for this post.
From what I've gathered, the film was released to streaming (for obvious reasons) and received mixed reviews.
And apart from minor acting credits in 2021, he's barely done anything in the last decade.
And hasn't done anything in the last three years.
I think it's safe to say that Trank is pretty much a washed-up has-been now.
And honestly, rightfully so.
If you read the first part of this, you'd remember the list I made about how much Trank made the production of Fant4astic an absolute FUCKING nightmare.
Yeah, I know everyone's has already said it, but I'm gonna say it as well.
Trank's behavior was ABSOLUTELY unacceptable.
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Just because the studio is making your life a living hell, doesn't mean you have the right to treat everyone around you as your verbal and physical punching bags!
And it's safe to say that the reason Trank has barely done any work since this film is because no major studio wants to work with him.
And remember, all the stuff about Trank's behavior was leaked even before the film even got a trailer.
And I'm sure had to be very shocking, given how new he was to the film industry.
And in all honesty, Trank got what he deserved.
Over the last couple of years, Hollywood has become infamous for stories of directors and producers abusing their cast and crew in all types of ways.
Only to get away with it because of their power.
But thankfully, there are stories of these monsters getting what they deserve.
And I'm glad that this is one of those stories.
And just to show how much of a scumbag Trank truly is, let's go back to Stan Lee.
According to Trank, he claimed that Stan himself actually approved of his dark take on the Fantastic Four.
However, Stan had been quite open about how much he hates this film.
So much so that once again, he refused to cameo in it!
With all that considered, it really makes it seem like that Trank essentially lied through his teeth in order to justify his take on the Fantastic Four, which I think even before the teaser trailer, was already getting major criticism.
And for the last part of this discussion: you remember how I mentioned that Trank made an infamous tweet on Twitter just the day before the film's release, only to get deleted the next day?
Well, this is what he said.
"A year ago I had a fantastic version of this. And it would've recieved great reviews. You’ll probably never see it. That’s reality though."
Trank ended up deleting the tweet as he felt that it came off as an insult to literally everyone else who worked on the film.
And it was.
And apart from that, the tweet also has this sense of ego to it.
From what I've gathered, the final product is pretty close to what Trank envisioned for the film, albeit somewhat mangled thanks to Fox's constant meddling.
And even if Trank didn't have to deal with the meddling, I highly doubt that Fant4stic would've still be any good.
It's like how The Snyder Cut of Justice League is technically better than the theatrical cut of the film, but it's still not a good film.
Snyder fans after reading this:
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But overtime, we would actually get to see the original draft of this film.
And believe or not.....
It was actually good.
Like, REALLY good.
But the thing is....this wasn't from Trank.
It was actually from Jeremy Slater, one of the writers on the film.
This draft was FAR more faithful adaptation of the Fantastic Four.
In general, the Fantastic Four would have used their powers in more varied ways and would utilize a greater degree of teamwork.
Franklin Storm was not present in the script.
Ben and Reed teleported objects into another dimension, which would have later been found in the Negative Zone.
Ben's status as the team's muscle was also established in more detail - essentially having the character serve as Reed's bodyguard - as a way to justify his involvement in the expedition.
Victor would have secretly stolen Reed's research to give to Latverian spies.
Sue and Johnny were originally both going to stay behind and use the Baxter Building's technology to help Reed, Ben, and Victor explore the Negative Zone. The expedition would have involved a portal instead of a teleporter.
When the characters teleported into the Negative Zone, they would have found themselves inside a ruined otherworldly city with alien corpses strewn about. They would have found Galactus there (appearing as he does in the comics), who would have seemingly killed Victor with Dark Matter. Galactus would have fired the Dark Matter into the portal that Ben and Reed were using just as they escaped, affecting the two of them alongside Johnny and Sue. A Body Horror sequence similar to the one in the final film (though most likely not nearly as edgy and tryhard) would have played out, with a noted addition of there being a scene where Sue's skin disappeared and her muscles were visible.
A time skip of four years would have been implemented. While Ben still would have been used as a military weapon and Reed would still have been a fugitive, Johnny was going to have been a television star and Sue would have used her powers to help people suffering from cancer (and search for a cure for Ben's condition). During his time in hiding, Reed would have built H.E.R.B.I.E. as his own robot companion, alongside the Fantasti-Car. Ben also would have come to terms with his status as a monstrous-looking being.
Latveria's government would have completed their own version of the portal using the knowledge that Victor stole. Victor would have come out of the portal as Doctor Doom, killing the military and government leaders singlehandedly and quickly conquering Latveria.
Doctor Doom would then send shock troopers armed with futuristic weapons after Reed, who would escape with H.E.R.B.I.E. and the Fantasti-Car to warn his friends in New York.
Harvey Elder (who was planned to be in the movie) created artificial life (The Moloids) at the Baxter Building that Sue would have feared would be weaponized. Her fears are proven correct when Doom's shock troopers arrive and activate the Dark Matter on one of the Moloids, transforming the creature into Giganto. The Moloid formula would have spilled onto Harvey Elder and he would have become The Mole Man, who would've served as the villain for a potential sequel.
The team then would have met in New York to battle Giganto together, officially making them the Fantastic Four. After defeating the monster, Mister Fantastic, Invisible Woman, Thing, and Human Torch would travel to Latveria to battle Doctor Doom and his army of shock troopers.
Doctor Doom would have been revealed to be a composite character with traits of The Silver Surfer, while Galactus would similarly have been a composite character with traits of Annihilus. After serving as Galactus's herald for four years, Doctor Doom decides that it would be better to destroy him and save the Earth by building the Ultimate Nullifier.
The Fantastic Four would have discovered that the Doctor Doom they face was actually a Doombot in a manner of speaking - Victor Von Doom is physically tied within the Negative Zone. The Fantastic Four ultimately defeat Doctor Doom's copy on Earth and trap Doctor Doom in the Negative Zone. The Fantastic Four warn the government of the threat of Galactus, continuing Doctor Doom's work on the Ultimate Nullifier in a way that does not threaten the rest of the world.
The Fantastic Four make the Baxter Building their base of operations and sow the seeds of the Future Foundation by bringing in child prodigies and teen geniuses from around the world to solve the world's problems.
As for why this draft wasn't used, there were two reasons....
Fox believed that this version of the film would've costed them more money than they initially had planned to used. It seems like they were trying to keep the budget of this as low as they could in order to make any sort of financial returns worth it. We all know how that went....
As I mentioned in the pervious post, it clashed with Frank's vision for the film, who 1) Had little familiarity with the Fantastic Four, and 2) wanted to make a film that, as I mentioned before, was "dArK, gRoUnDeD, aNd ReAlIsTiC."
And after reading all this, I'm sure many of you are going....
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Like dude.
We were SO close to greatness.
This easily could've been the best Fantastic Four ever made and the first good one since the Roger Corman film!
This draft really felt like it was made by someone who actually understood and cared about the Fantastic Four.
But unfortunately, it was made for a studio that was kinda being cheap and were kinda rushing it for pretty scummy reasons, and worse of all, a director who couldn't fucking cooperate and wanted everything to be his way.
In the end, Fant4stic serves as a example of the worst kind of inception a film can have.
Not one from the passion of a director/creator.
Nor the curiosity and willing to experiment from a studio.
This movie was only made for one reason only: copyright hoarding.
And between this and the Roger Corman film (which I was mentioned in the last post was also made for the same reason as well), I don't know which one had the more tragic and scummy outcome.
The Roger Corman film never even got to release and resulted in the lives of literary everyone involved to be played with.
But at the very least, I think the cast and crew of that were treated well during the film's production.
Contrast that to Fant4stic, where the cast and crew of that film literally went through hell having to deal with Fox's constant meddling and Trank's constant douchebaggery.
And despite Fox having high hopes for the film, it ended up bombing hard and being reviewed bombed into oblivion.
And while people are cautiously interested in the MCU film.
With that caution becoming even greater after a recent announcement involving a particular casting choice.
I think we all agree that at least it'll NEVER stoop as low as this film.
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vanellygal · 10 months ago
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Into the Horrorverse (characters)
Notice: Some of the characters portrayed might be a little different from on screen. After all, the whole point is to get to know them outside of the screen. You already know the characters, so descriptions will be brief. Also they're all adults, plus Laurie and Michael are not related.
Nancy Thompson: Still hates Freddy’s guts. She no longer runs from him, but sees him as an annoying house guest. Anyways, she is sociable and acquainted with most of the final people.
Freddy Krueger: Yeah, he's still Freddy, the jerk. Aside from pestering Nancy, he likes to pick on Jason from time to time. Other than that, he's mainly lonely. If Chucky wasn't so feral, I think they'd get along fairly well.
Tommy Jarvis: A troubled young man, yet he presses on with a positive attitude and goofy nature. He's close with Ginny, and together they work at the camp. He forgave Jason, but sometimes he still struggles. He yearns for another final guy to talk to, other than Ash, who isn't easy to converse with.
Ginny Field: The bright, child psychologist who loves to indulge in reading. She views Tommy as a brother, and as previously stated, they work together at the camp. Also forgave Jason, and learned to understand him more. They get along quite nicely.
Jason Voorhees: Acts like a dad of sorts, and is protective of his two survivors. His favorite person to hang out with is Michael Myers, and sometimes Bubba Sawyer.
Chucky: This guy is fully aware of the horrorverse, yet doesn't care. He'll attack anyone who dares step into his territory. Other than that, he maintains his snarky, sarcastic ways.
Andy Barclay: Unlike the other final people, he doesn't catch a break. He always has to be on his toes and keep Chucky at bay. He’s tired, this guy needs a nap.
Laurie Strode: Although she has a heart of gold, do not underestimate her. She can kick you to Timbuktu if necessary. The mom of her friend group.
Michael Myers: An artist, either in grotesque (posing bodies) or genuine ways such as paintings or sculptures. Silent, but one of the most dangerous slashers out there. After all, he is the “shape of evil”. Grew fond of Laurie. His best pal is Jason Voorhees.
The Sawyers (including Bubba): They're envious of the Halloween verse. Reason being, the Sawyers believe they “overshadowed” them in some form. Other than this, they're a hilarious bunch who bicker back and forth.
Sally Hardesty: She’s the jealous type, and isolates herself from the other survivors. Despite this, she's not the friendliest final girl, a bit rough around the edges too. Overtime she drew close to the Sawyers, and they adopted her in a sense. Yet, she'll pass on eating human meat of course.
Billy and Stu (Ghostface): Run parties and social events. Just don't get too close to them, they're not the greatest influences. Major troublemakers.
Ash Williams: A bit on the crazy side, and often will say outlandish statements. Unfortunately, he holds a strong belief that killers and final people should not mix.
Other characters exist, but these are some of the main ones for now!!!
(I also write for Severen from Near Dark 1987 and Victor Pascow from Pet Sematary 1989)
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rikeijo · 1 year ago
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Today's translation #451
Go Yuri Go!!!, Yuri!!! on ICE official fanbook, Toyonaga Toshiyuki x Uchiyama Koki conversation
Part 7.
-- What about Yuuri? Did you feel that he grew up during those 12 episodes?
T: Yuuri was a skater certified by JSF, good enough to be chosen to represent Japan to begin with, so as a figure skater, he has very good abilities. I don't feel that he has "developed" as a skater, in the way that Yurio has. If I were to say that he has develop somehow, I would say that it is his mentality that has developed. From the beginning, people around him were worried about his mental strength, but by meeting Victor, it got much, much better. When I'm watching the real-life Grand Prix series now, after I had become a part of this project, I started to see how their physical and mental condition, and also where the competition is taking place and their circadian rhythm, a lot of very small things, all affect skaters and how it's visible in their performances. I think that in Yuuri's case, too, his mental weakness was because of inner turmoil caused by such small things. In figure skating, things aren't as straightforward as in video games, where if you get on a higher level, you get stronger accordingly. Mental state of a person changes depending on the day, and even very strong athletes sometimes experience very unexpected fails, don't they? That's why, the way I interpret it is that Yuuri's development wasn't about his ability getting better, but about getting more tolerant. I think that it was Victor, who was with him in this process and made him realize what he should focus on in order not to care so much about little details that Yuuri tended to focus on. But I personally think that as Yuuri's coach, Ciao Ciao was also a very tolerant person (laugh). In addition to the help that he's got from people around him, it was also important to him that Yurio started to see him as his rival. Yuuri says it himself in the last episode - it was thanks to Yurio that he started to jump quad salchows, after all. By connecting with different people, feeling different things and obtaining different things from them, his tendency to do everything by himself and think that everything is his own fault has changed a bit. When I think about this now, I feel that Yuuri's field of vision has got a little wider.
U: But even if his field of vision has got wider, there are perhaps still people whom he doesn't remember, just as he didn't remember Minami-kun.
T: Yeah, most likely. He probably doesn't remember Emil? Like "Who's that guy?" (laugh).
U: It seems that he doesn't remember anything when he gets drunk, so it's possible that he had more accidents, not just that one banquet.
T: Right! He's a nugget of possibilities! (laugh). But yeah, I personally would like him to remember everyone...
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buildarocketboys · 6 months ago
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Frankenstein notes chapters 15-18
These are my notes for last week's @tumbleclub Frankenstein chapters! I've got a lot to say this week, apparently...
Chapter 15:
“As yet I looked upon crime as a distant evil, benevolence and generosity were ever present before me..."
Sort of similar to what Frankenstein says his feelings about evil were prior to Justine's death - parallels between Creature and Victor
I found myself similar yet at the same time strangely unlike to the beings concerning whom I read and to whose conversation I was a listener. I sympathised with and partly understood them, but I was unformed in mind; I was dependent on none and related to none
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The patriarchal lives of my protectors caused these impressions to take a firm hold on my mind; perhaps, if my first introduction to humanity had been made by a young soldier, burning for glory and slaughter, I should have been imbued with different sensations.
I feel like this is very astute/self-aware of the Creature
Like Adam, I was apparently united by no link to any other being in existence; but his state was far different from mine in every other respect. He had come forth from the hands of God a perfect creature, happy and prosperous, guarded by the especial care of his Creator; he was allowed to converse with and acquire knowledge from beings of a superior nature, but I was wretched, helpless, and alone.
I always find the Adam parallels/contrasts very interesting, especially considering the biggest difference is that the Creature is not loved or cared for by his Creator
"...the minutest description of my odious and loathsome person is given, in language which painted your own horrors and rendered mine indelible. I sickened as I read. ‘Hateful day when I received life!’ I exclaimed in agony. ‘Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust? God, in pity, made man beautiful and alluring, after his own image; but my form is a filthy type of yours, more horrid even from the very resemblance. Satan had his companions, fellow devils, to admire and encourage him, but I am solitary and abhorred."
:(
"...sometimes I allowed my thoughts, unchecked by reason, to ramble in the fields of Paradise, and dared to fancy amiable and lovely creatures sympathising with my feelings and cheering my gloom; their angelic countenances breathed smiles of consolation."
Oh he's daydreaming...
I remembered Adam’s supplication to his Creator. But where was mine? He had abandoned me, and in the bitterness of my heart I cursed him.
More Adam parallels
to see their sweet looks directed towards me with affection was the utmost limit of my ambition
Crying about it..
Felix darted forward, and with supernatural force tore me from his father, to whose knees I clung, in a transport of fury, he dashed me to the ground and struck me violently with a stick. I could have torn him limb from limb, as the lion rends the antelope. But my heart sank within me as with bitter sickness, and I refrained. I saw him on the point of repeating his blow, when, overcome by pain and anguish, I quitted the cottage, and in the general tumult escaped unperceived to my hovel.”
All he ever wanted and it's taken from him so cruelly, without any chance for him to explain or be treated as an equal, intelligent being :(
Chapter 16:
All, save I, were at rest or in enjoyment; I, like the arch-fiend, bore a hell within me, and finding myself unsympathised with, wished to tear up the trees, spread havoc and destruction around me, and then to have sat down and enjoyed the ruin.
Yeah, it can be like that
The mildness of my nature had fled, and all within me was turned to gall and bitterness.
The thing with the Creature is. His emotions are so deeply human and sympathetic. How can you not feel bad for the guy?
no incident occurred from which my rage and misery could not extract its food
Oh yeah, been there too, buddy
She continued her course along the precipitous sides of the river, when suddenly her foot slipped, and she fell into the rapid stream. I rushed from my hiding-place and with extreme labour, from the force of the current, saved her and dragged her to shore. She was senseless, and I endeavoured by every means in my power to restore animation, when I was suddenly interrupted by the approach of a rustic, who was probably the person from whom she had playfully fled. On seeing me, he darted towards me, and tearing the girl from my arms, hastened towards the deeper parts of the wood. I followed speedily, I hardly knew why; but when the man saw me draw near, he aimed a gun, which he carried, at my body and fired. I sank to the ground, and my injurer, with increased swiftness, escaped into the wood.
He saves her!! And gets shot for it! Oh honey, not only did the world do you dirty, the movies did you so dirty as well (thinking specifically of the 1931 one here where this scene sort of happens but he accidentally drowns the girl himself)
Suddenly, as I gazed on him, an idea seized me that this little creature was unprejudiced and had lived too short a time to have imbibed a horror of deformity. If, therefore, I could seize him and educate him as my companion and friend, I should not be so desolate in this peopled earth.
Bro's really doing the best with what he's got here. It's not good by any means but. He didn't want to hurt anyone, not really
The crime had its source in her; be hers the punishment!
About Justine - which doesn't even make sense! He's kind of losing his logic faculties at this point because of, well, *gestures* everything
one as deformed and horrible as myself would not deny herself to me. My companion must be of the same species and have the same defects. This being you must create.”
I totally get why this is the conclusion the Creature comes to, and it seems like the only option to him, but like... what if she just didn't like you, dude? What if she resented you for forcing her creation so she could also be rejected by human society?? Something something expectations of women to just bow to the whims of men; they don't get a choice
Chapter 17:
“You are in the wrong,” replied the fiend; “and instead of threatening, I am content to reason with you. I am malicious because I am miserable. Am I not shunned and hated by all mankind? You, my creator, would tear me to pieces and triumph; remember that, and tell me why I should pity man more than he pities me? You would not call it murder if you could precipitate me into one of those ice-rifts and destroy my frame, the work of your own hands. Shall I respect man when he condemns me? Let him live with me in the interchange of kindness, and instead of injury I would bestow every benefit upon him with tears of gratitude at his acceptance. But that cannot be; the human senses are insurmountable barriers to our union.
He kinda went off here ngl
if I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear
This is such a good, sends shivers up your spine "I've been treated badly for too long and now I'm a villain" line. Very Flint "Everyone is a monster to someone. Since you are so convinced that I am yours. I will be it."
If any being felt emotions of benevolence towards me, I should return them a hundred and a hundredfold
:( I would be friends with you, Creature! Psst psst psst come here, be my bestie bro
the gratification is small, but it is all that I can receive, and it shall content me
Just wondering - do we believe the creature here? Would it have contented him? Would it have contented HER, or would she have been equally outraged at the creature for precipitating her creation for his own selfish (if understandable) needs?
I was moved. I shuddered when I thought of the possible consequences of my consent, but I felt that there was some justice in his argument.
I'm glad Victor isn't COMPLETELY heartless
The picture I present to you is peaceful and human, and you must feel that you could deny it only in the wantonness of power and cruelty
Yeah...yeah..
How can you, who long for the love and sympathy of man, persevere in this exile? You will return and again seek their kindness, and you will meet with their detestation; your evil passions will be renewed, and you will then have a companion to aid you in the task of destruction.
I do think old Vicky boy has a point here tho
His words had a strange effect upon me. I compassionated him and sometimes felt a wish to console him, but when I looked upon him, when I saw the filthy mass that moved and talked, my heart sickened and my feelings were altered to those of horror and hatred. I tried to stifle these sensations; I thought that as I could not sympathise with him, I had no right to withhold from him the small portion of happiness which was yet in my power to bestow.
I think this chapter, and this bit in particular, does a really good job of showing that the Creature is actively repulsive to humans as he says he is, whether that be a natural instinct that can't be changed or is more of a commentary on the prejudices instilled against The Other from a young age (see William's reaction to the Creature, even though the Creature assumes he will still be innocent; he's already poisoned against him). As much as I sympathise with the Creature and joke about being his bestie and wish/don't fully understand why at least some humans can't hear him out and at least learn to tolerate him, this quote demonstrates why that's not possible in the world as it's presented in the book (and why Frankenstein feels obliged to agree to the Creature's request)
Chapter 18:
I clung to every pretence of delay and shrank from taking the first step in an undertaking whose immediate necessity began to appear less absolute to me.
Me when I don't want to do something
I knew that a thousand fearful accidents might occur, the slightest of which would disclose a tale to thrill all connected with me with horror.
Just imagining a world where Victor stays home and makes the Creature's bride in his basement, having shenanigans as he tries to stop his father and Elizabeth from finding out
I, a miserable wretch, haunted by a curse that shut up every avenue to enjoyment.
Love Victor being like "sorry my story is so boring and depressing, Robert. You'd probably like Clerval's version much better
Oh, surely the spirit that inhabits and guards this place has a soul more in harmony with man than those who pile the glacier or retire to the inaccessible peaks of the mountains of our own country.”
Landscape in comparison to humanity/lack of humanity, since those glaciers and mountains are where we saw the Creature last
And where does he now exist? Is this gentle and lovely being lost for ever? Has this mind, so replete with ideas, imaginations fanciful and magnificent, which formed a world, whose existence depended on the life of its creator;—has this mind perished? Does it now only exist in my memory? No, it is not thus; your form so divinely wrought, and beaming with beauty, has decayed, but your spirit still visits and consoles your unhappy friend.
Spoilers! Being haunted by Henry
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A Champion Time For The Heart Ch28 The Champion Cup P2
(Warning: Someone does get hurt with a hurt arm and someone does get knocked out And Leon is a lil hurt from his Eternatus confrontation but don't worry. They're all ok.)
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So Hop lost to Raihan?...You shook your head before putting Allister down. The small boy ended up pulling your arm and pointing towards the cabinets again wanting a replacement hot chocolate for the one that he spilt earlier which you complied into making for him. ..Along with all the other kids who shouted for refills. Sigh. Oh well. At least the spill was cleaned up and no was else was fighting. But still...You could barely believe this was happening. Not that it was peaceful. But the fact that Hop would be the one who was going to fight Leon instead of one of the player avatars, Victor or Gloria. Not that you didn't think Hop wasn't strong because he was a strong trainer, but the story line took a 180 degree you weren't expecting at all. You could never have predicted Hop would've been the one to battle his way through the champion cup but you guessed Raihan must've been too strong to win against in a one vs one battle style. Well that would explain why Hop was here with you guys now and the twins were gushing all over him asking what it was like battling his way to the second to last round and giving him congratulations for making it that far.
"Really guys. It was nothing!," he assured then raising his hands before sighing defeatedly. "I didn't even get to make it past Raihan to Lee anyways. *sigh* So much for becoming the world's first champion brothers." 
"Ye still tried your best. That's all that mattered. 'Sides, ye got farther than me!"
"Yeah. But you got pretty good run in yourself in the semifinals!"
"Aw! Thanks, Hoppy!"
Gloria smiled at Hop gratefully. Beside her Bede rose a brow between her and Hop before raising a hand and coughing loudly. Gaining her attention. "*AHEM*....Yes. This is ..all well and good." He peeked one eye open at Gloria who blinked at him before looking away again. "I suppose some congratulations is in order. You were..very good out there. I'm surprised you were strong enough to last through to the semifinals. I may have underestimated by rival's perseverance."
Gloria blinked surprised but smiled at him. "Well that's a surprisingly nice thing ye would say 'bout me. Thanks, Bede."
You didn't miss the light pink of Bede's cheeks...and neither did Hop who scowled at him. "*ahem* Y-Your welcome. It's only natural to comment on one's strength if they get far."
"Yeah!" Hop narrowed his eyes at Bede. "Great job out there, Gloria! You did your best."
Sigh. Those two were going to be a handful It was..kinda a blur but you had set Allister back down in his seat by the window, thanked Victor for making sure things didn't delve into further chaos, and then went about making a LOT more coco for everyone around you who wanted another cup. Which was almost everyone. You absolutely made sure Allister got a replacement cup to replace the one that he had spilt a little while ago. When everyone was satisfied with the hot coco, you were about to go sit down when you remembered. Hop probably hadn't eaten anything yet. Everyone else had burgers and countless amounts of hot chocolate, but he probably hadn't eaten anything too busy focusing on battling. You'd better make him one of those ramen cups so he'd have something in his stomach- B O O M!! The entire place shook again as a gigantic boom went off outside shaking the entire stadium. You had to grip the cabinet to not fall over before it quickly stopped. What the world was THAT!?
"IT'S A MIRACLE FOLKS!! THE FIREY FIERCE FIGHTER KABU!! HAS BEEN DEFEATED!! THE TALL, DARK, AND MYSTERIOUS PIERS HAS EARNT THE RIGHT TO BATTLE IN THE FINAL ROUND!!" Oh! Was THAT what that was? The crowd cheered and Marnie stood there staring out the window. Her blue eyes suddenly slightly narrowed staring out and down to the field. "BATTLERS PLEASE EXIT THE FIELD FOR REPAIRS AND PREPARE FOR THE FINAL MATCH TO DETERMINE WHICH GYM LEADER WILL BE LUCKY ENOUGH TO COMPETE AGAINST CHAMPION LEON FOR THE FINAL MATCH OF THE CHAMPION CUP!!"
You slowly let go of the cabinets and minded your own business as you made another cup of ramen for Hop, and along with his cup of coco, and brought it over to him. All the while swiveling your head around and keeping check on all the kids there. Making a head count. One, two, three- Ok! All fourteen children (now including Hop) were accounted for and safe. Hop smiled and thanked you for the food once you handed it to him and you finally got the chance to sit down on one of the couches with a sigh. Almost as soon as you did, Silver slunk over and plopped himself next to you curled up like a cat. Well good news. You didn't have to worry about anything else at the moment. Bad news....Now you had to deal with ANOTHER giant problem. The game for whatever reason was...derailed. Derailed harder than a train flying off the tracks at a million miles per hour. So now begged the question. HOW WERE YOU GOING TO GET HOME NOW!? If the only chances you had of getting home were riding on the game ending then how would you get home now? Would you still go home once the Champion Cup was over? Would it really matter if Gloria or Victor wasn't the one battling Leon in the end? ...You shook your head stomach in knots. You didn't know. There was only one thing to do. You'd have to wait with the others and watch the last two battles of the entire finals. Would Raihan or Piers be the one to battle Leon in the end? With a sigh you leaned back. Wonder what those guys were up to now? Was Raihan taking selfies before his big match? Was Piers getting a new song ready to sing for audience as he battled his way through the champion cup? You had no idea.
"Thanks for the food, Y/n!" You turned to Hop gratefully holding the ramen cup. "I haven't eaten anything all day. Nice to have something warm in me."
You smiled at him. "Hey. No problem. I'm surprised you've eaten three of those now. Must've been real hungry huh?"
He smiled a bit embarrassed but you smiled. Wasn't his fault. You probably would've been hungry too having to just battle in the cold and focus on your pokemon most of the day. You had been trying to not fall down the rabbithole of worry with your thoughts about the unusual circumstances and focused your energy into talking and playing with some of the kids, and making Hop some food. Which you didn't mind at all, keeps you busy. All the while Marnie had been standing at the window looking out with that narrowed eye thinking face of hers. And for good reason, but you hadn't noticed being too busy taking care of everyone there until Bede had perked up towards the window..and hummed before asking.
"Isn't that field repaired yet?"
You had looked up from Silver for a moment and blinked at him. "Huh? What makes you say that?"
He rolled his eyes but answered. "We've been sitting here for nearly two hours now!" He complained gaining the attention of everyone else who looked at him. "The next match should have started long before now!" He threw a hand towards the window. "We should we watching the Champion defending his title RIGHT THIS SECOND!!"
That made Hop look towards the window as well with a confused look. "Huh...As much as I hate to admit it, Bede's right. Piers and Raihan should've already battled by now. I wonder what's keeping them?"
"Well maybe the field is still being repaired?," you offered.
Hop shook his head. "Can't be. Field Repairs usually only take thirty or forty minutes. An hour at most if the field's really banged up and it's already been repaired.." he took a moment to pull out his phone to check the time. "...About an hour and twenty five minutes ago." He looked back towards the window again with narrowed eyes. "That's not normal unless something's wrong."
"What could have gone wrong-"
It was at THAT exact moment that that the intercom voice came back ON.
"SORRY FOR THE DELAY FOLKS!! TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES!! BUT NOW WE'RE BACK AND HERE IT IS!! THE LAST MATCH OF THE FINALS!" The crowd cheered and almost everyone sitting down stood up to immediately make a beeline to the windows and so did you. "WHO WILL EARN THE RIGHT TO CHALLENGE THE UNBEATABLE CHAMPION LEON!? WILL IT BE THE BRILLIANT ROCKSTAR PIERS!? OR WILL IT BE THE ONLY TRAINER THAT CHAMPION LEON CALLS HIS RIVAL!! THE TAMER OF DRAGONS RAIHAN!?"
The crowd roared from his announcement as the two gym leaders made their way out onto the field both their faces lit up on the screen. Both meeting each other in the middle of the field. Here we go. Icy wind blew around the two as they met at the center of the field. Electric blue eyes meeting dark ocean blue ones as both Dark and Dragon gym leaders made eye contact. Piers barely suppressed a shiver as the cold winter wind bit his pale skin and made his long hair blow around him. His neutral face meeting the smiling face of his friend. 
"BATTLERS PLEASE GET TO YOUR PLACES!!" At the sound of the announcer both men turn. Piers pausing to give one upwards towards the windows high above for the VIP lounge. Oh right. You turned your head to Marnie. He must've known his little sister was up here watching him. "READY YOUR POKEMON!! GET SET!! BATTLE BEGIN!!"
There was no grand THUD sound when Piers pulled out his microphone to stamp to the ground in one hand and pokeball in the other! Having thrown it out as soon as the announcer said to, challenging Raihan to dare make a move against him. And the pokemon were sent out. Piers Skuntank verses Raihan's torkaol!
"LET'S START THIS OFF WITH A LIGHT TO CHASE AWAY THE DARKNESS!! DROUGHT HIGH AND PROUD!!", Raihan had yelled out immediately on sight practically roaring out his command. And in an instant the slow looking turtle pokemon immediately did as it was told. With a giant huff a tan-sandy like fog was exploded from it's back shell and spread throughout half the stadium in a bright light. Piers stared narrowed eyed at it until suddenly a bright flash of light erupted from it. The skuntank yelling out in pain from it as it's master held up an arm to it. "HOW DO YOU LIKE MY TORKOAL'S NEW MOVE!? TOOK A WHILE TO LEARN THIS ONE!! GETS THE SUNLIGHT BURNING REAL HARSH!!"
"M' all for a good spotlight! But I think I'd rather settle for a little SMOKESCREEN!!" The skuntank obeying it's master's commands opened it's mouth, and a torrent of abyss fell from it's maw.
From above you all watched as the field was covered half in lit up fog and black smoke, as if day and night was fighting against one another. It was fascinating. But there was one problem....You couldn't even see what was happening and neither could either gym leaders. How could either tell who was winning if it was either too dark or too bright for either to see? Marnie leaned in closer pressing a hand to the frosted glass as she watched closely.
"Nice counter, Piers! But you're forgetting I can still get my way through to see you! USE SOLAR BEAM TO PART THAT SMOKE!!" The barely visible torkoal gladly obeyed the command by opening it's shell and let a ball of light come thro-
"SCREECH YOUR HOPES HIGH!!" It was then that a figure shot up from right beside the turtle looking pokemon from the dirt at it's side and before it could even turn it's head an ear piercing SCREAM tore through the air! The torkaol gave some kind of yell itself of sharp pain through it's skull that was drowned out by the screech. Raihan gave a growl of pain himself both hands shooting to his own ears! "BITE!!!" Any more screaming from the torkoal was immediately cut off by fangs latching around his neck and with a swift yank the turtle pokemon was helplessly flipped onto its side. "BRING ME YOUR PREY!!"
Raihan could only see the silhouette of his torkoal through the slowly dissipating bright fog before in one swift movement it was yanked backwards back into the heavy smokescreen it had created earlier. His eyes widening to the size of plates as if the earth itself had just swallowed the both of them whole. "TORKOAL!!"
You stood there stunned as did everyone else who had witnessed the fast attacks A FREAKING SKUNTANK DID TO THAT POKEMON!! Then again...Piers had raised it well enough that thing could almost keep up with a scorbunny despite it's bulk and size. You weren't surprised it was fast and strong enough to pull a torkoal like that, but how did it sneak up on it?? It was too big to just crawl without Raihan being able to see it's shadow in the lit up fog even if it was near blinding. You all watched with baited breaths until a moment later barreling out of the slowly disappearing smokescreen came the skuntanks running on all fours like a mini furry tank and dragging along the poor torkoal on it's side as it useless flailed. It ran straight towards Piers who pointed his hand towards the nearest boundary line and with a sharp turn you had seen it use on Gloria's scorbunny, it turned hard right and barreled towards it.
"TORKOAL YOUR BACK IS TOWARDS IT!! USE SOLAR BEAM TO HIT IT IN THE SIDE!!"
Piers with his hand still outstretched gave a flick of his wrist the skuntank did a twirl and SLAMMED the torkoal down onto the ground before it could even respond to Raihan's orders, before continuing to run towards the boundary line. What they- He didn't even give the pokemon an order! How was-...Did- Did Piers train it to respond a certain way to his hand motions? Either way the skuntank ran at full speed charging towards that line before stopping and releasing it's jaws. As a result the poor turtle went round and round head over shells from the speed and throw it received flipping around and around until it finally landed on it's stomach, body half laying across the line.
"Raihan's torkoal has been thrown out of bounds! Therefore the Mighty Piers is the winner of match one of Round Four!" The crowd roared regardless of the fight you had just witnessed and you sighed. Watching as Piers once again made a motion with his hand in the universal sign of 'Come here', and watching the skuntank paddle up to it's training. Rubbing his body against Piers's leg in the way a cat would and Raihan returned his poor pokemon. "Ok folks! What a quick start to thing's but now it's time for the second match! Get your pokemon ready!" Piers also returned his skuntank, not bothering to take his eyes off Raihan.
"I'm impressed! Again!" Raihan made a finger gun towards Piers. "Wasn't expecting you to take me down so fast like that! Really caught me off guard."
"Then don't bloody leave two feet of space below your fog for us to crawl sideways under! Can't light us up if the light doesn't even touch us!"
Smirking, Raihan held up another pokeball. "Thanks for the tip. I'll be sure to work on that flaw."
"Ready!? Let the second match begin!!"
Up next was Piers's liepard against Raihan Goodra. You watched with wide eyes and baited breath as Pier's mostly directed the pokemon with single commands or hand gestures as the two pokemon battled it out. Ultimately ending with Raihan winning the second match. Raihan sure was a strong trainer and it showed in the next round as well when it was his turtonator verses Piers's malamar and completely destroyed Piers in the process. Past the third round now and so far it was Piers one Raihan two. Oh you hoped this didn't end up in another tie.
"The fourth match of Round Four is about to begin!," the announcer blared through the cheering crowds as both men readied their fourth pokeball. "Get your pokemon ready! Let the fourth match BEGIN!!"
In a flash of light and shadow from each of the two gym leaders the two sent out their fourth pokemon. Raihan presented his flygon and Piers a toxtricity. Raihan gave a smirk pointing to Piers. "GET READY CUZ HERE WE COME!!"
"I'm waiting to be impressed then!"
Raihan smirked at Piers's snarky remark before pointing towards the toxtricity. "Let the winds blow! STREAM FORWARD SANDSTORM!!" With a loud cry from the flying pokemon, a literal whirlwind suddenly appeared and enveloped it in a tornado of sand before the thing spread out and Piers was forced to push his hand up in front of his eyes to keep the sand from them- "BREAKING SWIPE!!" The toxtricity gave it's own yell of pain as all of a sudden the flygon as fast as lightning, DOVE towards it before doing a quick roll in air and with a sickening WHACK sound nailed the toxtricity in the head before continuing it's fast flight- "STEEL WING!!"
Piers raised a wrist as the flygon flew close to the ground, but still with some space for someone to duck, with it's wings lit up a bright silver color, headed right towards the toxtricity. The poison type stared at Piers who with his hand still raised bent it back with a yell. "VENOM DRENCH!" You all watched as fast as the flygon could fly the poison type formed a toxic ball of thick purple posion smoke into it's hands and when the flygon was close enough. BENT. BACKWARDS. Like how a rockstar would bend back doing those knee slides, the toxtricity bent backwards with it's hands throwing up and by the time the flygon realized the danger it was in. It was TOO LATE!! The toxic purple ball was thrown up and with a wet splat sound a water balloon would make, it smacked right into the flygon's face as it soar over the toxtricity. The pokemon gave a shriek of surprise and perhaps pain as it's flight faltered and slammed onto the ground. Rolling a few times before fully stopping with a finally thud.
"FLYGON GET UP-''
"GIVE IT A JAB OF YOUR PERSONAL POISON!!" With a sharp twist of it's body the toxtricity turned it's back towards the struggling Flygon who was shaking his face from being drenched in the purple goo from the venom drench, and a torrent of dark purple missiles projectized from his spines. And by the time the flygon turned towards it, it was once again too late. It gave a loud cry as the multiple projectiles slammed right into it and with a heavy thud it went down to the ground. And that's where it stayed.
"FLYGON IS UNABLE TO CONTINUE BATTLE WHICH MEANS FOURTH MATCH VICTORY GOES TO GYM LEADER PIERS!!" The crowd roared in cheers as both men returned their pokemon as the announcer still spoke. They were tied. Both winning two matches each. But the question was who would win and who would lose? "BOTH POWERFUL FORCES ARE TIED TO THE MAX!! WHO WILL REIGN SUPREME TO CHALLENGE THE CHAMPION!?" From high above in the VIP lounge you all looked on intently and excitedly to see who would win the tie. Raihan's trainers cheering their mentor's inevitable victory while Marnie held one hand firmly against the glass as she watched brother intently. You watched with wide eyes wondering who would win...but one look at Raihan told you all you needed to know. "IT'S TIME FOR THE FINAL MATCH OF ROUND FOUR!! THE VICTOR SHALL GO ON TO THE CHAMPION MATCH!! YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS FOLKS!! IT'S TIME TO DYNAMAX!!"
Both men took out a final pokeball. Their final chance. Piers sent out his pokeball and in a puff of dark smoke appeared that giant badger-man looking pokemon out. The cold wind beating around him as he pointed. "Face the mighty high roar of my Obstagoon!" The pokemon roaring out from Piers's introduction of the dark type. "He'll tear through your steel like paper!"
Raihan laughed at his friend producing a pokeball himself in the cold wind. "You do realize I'm the great Raihan, right!? I'll be the one to beat Leon! So first I'll beat you and then I'll just walk away today as the new Champion!" With a single pokeball in one hand, red energy filled it to the point it suddenly surged to the size of a bowling ball in his hand. With a quick pose and smile, his rotomi phone quickly snapped a picture of the Dragon Tamer before be turned around and with a hard throw single handedly tossed the ball through the air. It soared through the cold winter sky before cracking open and out came the duraludon. The stadium, Piers, and his Obstagoon wobble from the sheer force of the roaring giant pokemon hitting the ground. Piers had to desperately cling to his mic stand just to stay standing but all would be lost with Raihan one and only command to end the battle. "MAX STEELSPIKE!!"
Blue eyes widened as the crashing of the titanium spikes shot up from the ground upon the leader's command. The ground cracking open as dirt flung high and the shiny steel reflected his terror as it struck. It a crash. Piers fell. Or more like flung back by the sheer force of the ground that shot up from under his feet. Blue eyes wide and body light, he flew a few yards into the cold air before landing down hard onto the frozen ground like a sack of brick. Crashing down with a thud and rolling a couple times before finally coming to rest on his stomach face down and unmoving. The Obstagoon suffering the same fate as it's owner flying through the air before smacking down WAY outside the boundary line. You all stood there in stunned silence as no one moved. Marnie's eyes widened to the size of plates. Gloria gasped and her hands flew to her mouth. Hop choked on the ramen noodles he was eating. And even Bede who normally couldn't care less rose his brows in alarm at one of the gym leaders getting flung across the arena like a bean bag. After a long moment of Piers being still on the screen he moved. A shaky hand slowly coming up and digging into the frozen grass of the field. Lose dirt and rubble fell from his body as he pushed himself from his stomach onto his back. Indicating he was alright. Marnie sighed in relief.
"PIERS'S OBSTAGOON HAS BEEN KNOCKED OUT OF BOUNDS!! THEREFORE THE MIGHTY RAIHAN GOES VICTORIOUS AND IS ONCE AGAIN THE ONE TO BATTLE CHAMPION LEON!!" The announcer sounded and THE. CROWD. ROARED!! You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and sighed in relief. Well that could've gone worse. After a moment, the duraludon gradually was returned to it's normal size and returned to Raihan. "THE FINAL BATTLE OF THE CHAMPION CUP IS COMING UP NEXT FOLKS!! WILL THE CHAMPION REMAIN UNBEATABLE OR WILL HIS LONG TIME RIVAL AND TOP GYM LEADER FINALLY CLAIM THE TITLE OF CHAMPION FOR HIMSELF!? STAY TUNED!! FOR NOW PLEASE CLEAR THE FIELD FOR FINAL REPAIRS!!"
With the triplets cheering for their mentor Marnie sighed and pressed her forehead to the glass. In the meantime Raihan was racing his way across the field, going around craters in the dirt or jumping over larger pieces of rubble on his way over to Piers who had still not gotten up from his crash landing earlier. His mic stand right next to him.
"PIERS!?," he cried out half alarmed half worried as he raced over to the man. Soon dropping to his knees and blocking out any light above him. "Piers!" The rockstar was jolted into opening his eyes when Raihan's stronger grip grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. "Hey man! Are you alright!? You went flying higher than a kite!"
"AHH!! " Piers instantly bristled as a spike of pain shot up from his other arm. His arm was brought up to his chest as his good one clutched it. A scrunched up face of gritted teeth and closed eyes met the frozen Dragon Man as Piers's body slightly curled in instinct from the pain. "NO! I'M NOT BLOODY ALRIGHT!! I THINK I HURT MY ARM!!"
Raihan was frozen for only a moment before he nodded and reacted. "Hey! Don't worry man I got you!" Piers gave another groan of pain as his friend grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him to his feet. The pain in his arm worsening with the jostling. "Hey. It's ok buddy. C'mon! We'll get you to medical professionals stat!"
You watched as the two gym leaders disappeared and released a breath you didn't know you were holding. "Alright. The big moment's finally here, eh?" You blinked to Hop.
Gloria nodded. "Yeah. Who do you think's gonna win?"
"I came here just to take on Lee but I ended up having to cheer for him instead from the sidelines. *sigh* But it's not easy picking sides for some. After all, it's the show down between my big brother and his rival who's also a fan favorite. Who should I really want to win more?''
"Hop. We all know you're cheering on Leon."
Hop chuckled caught red handed. "Yeah. I guess that much is obvious. If anyone can defeat the unbeatable Champion it'll be Raihan. He is the top gym leader after all."
You nodded in understanding. That was true you guessed. By what you just witnessed Raihan was a very strong and capable gym leader. But you STILL couldn't understand why it wasn't Gloria or Victor who was going up against Leon- You thought process stopped when you felt a tugging on your pants leg, and when looking down discovered Allister was there and was holding his cup up to you again. Indicating he wanted more hot chocolate. With a sigh you graciously took it from him and decided to make him some more hot chocolate. Might as well have something to do while you wait. As the field was being repaired, the room was alive in excitement. All the kids happily chattering away pumped to see who would win. The Champion or The Top Gym leader. Both had titles deserving of their might but only one would walk away with a win. You were a bit busy making more refills of hot chocolate and a few more cups of ramen for the few kids who were still hungry. So you had your hands full playing babysitter and cook to all these guys who wanted the food. It wasn't too long a wait. The kids were sated with their full stomachs against the cold. The field was repaired. And possibly the loudest cheer you had ever heard the crowd made yet came roaring out as someone walked out onto the field. And you soon found out why.
"HEY! IT'S LEE!!" You looked up at Hop's cry and he beckoned for you to come to the window. You blinked and went over towards it again and peered down along with everyone else. And low and behold Leon was right there in the middle of the field. Standing arms crossed and smile on his face as the cold wind blew his cap and long purple hair around with the snow. Looks like you'll finally be able to see Leon after all.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND FOLKS OF ALL AGES!! I GIVE TO YOU THE GALAR REGION'S UNBEATABLE CHAMPION LEON!!" The crowd kept roaring at the announcement and you watched on. Here it was the final battle...But wait. Your face scrunched up in thought. Something wasn't making sense. Something was missing. You felt it in your gut. "THE FINAL BATTLE OF THIS YEAR'S CHAMPION CUP SHALL NOW COMMENCE!! WILL LEON REIGN SUPREME FOR ANOTHER SEASON OR WILL WE GO INTO THE NEW YEAR WITH A BRAND NEW CHAMPION!? THE FINAL MATCH WILL BE BETWEEN NONE OTHER THAN LEON HIMSELF AND ONCE AGAIN HIS LONG TIME RIVAL THE STRONGEST GYM LEADER IN GALAR!! PLEASE WELCOME GYM LEADER RAIHAN!!"
You still let your mind whirl with thoughts as Raihan made his debut out onto the field. Waving at fans and the rotomi phone floating around snapping pictures....And it was THEN you remembered eyes wide. Where was the big bad guy you were supposed to beat!? Every pokemon game had one and despite the mishap with Gloria and Victor losing, there was STILL the threat of the bad guy!! You remembered now! Before the player could battle Leon there was a bad guy you needed to defeat before earning the title of champion! But...you didn't remember who it was. Your hands shot to your head as you gritted your teeth and growled at yourself! Empty brain!! WHO WAS IT!? You had thought it was Piers at first being the leader of Team Yell and they had been causing trouble, but it wasn't then wh-.....Your eyes widened to the size of plates as you slowly turned your head back down to the field where Leon and Raihan was. ...Leon was here organizing this whole thing...But the Chairman wasn't.
".....Oh no!"
Raihan made his way back to the middle of the field without a care in the world. After all he had been here multiple times challenging Leon for the title in other Champion Cups. So he was used to this right now. The arm he had been waving going back to relax on his hip as he stopped in front of his long time rival with an amused smirk. Blue eyes meeting gold. "Waiting for me as always? Aw.~ You shouldn't have. If it makes this easier you can just leave and let me win."
The golden eyes smiled. "Hehe. As tempting as that is we both know I won't do that. I would say that I'm surprised you made it this far, but we've done this so many times it's practically a family tradition now."
Raihan lazily shrugged. "What can I say? I'm good at my job. But I will give you kudos for endorsing strong trainers. They actually gave me a challenge. By the way how is that brother of yours? I heard you took him to the 'babysitter'."
Leon chuckled and shook his head. "Hop's just fine. I'm proud my trainers was able to make it this far."
Raihan chuckled back before smirking. "Yeah. It was nice of you to give me a challenge. But now I think it's time for an even greater challenge don't you think?"
Leon inhaled taking a moment to shiver against the cold wind and snowflakes falling on him. "..The tense still air on the pitch and the exact opposite from the audience cheering and yelling. They're both fantastic wouldn't you say?"
"I hear ya." With a turn of his head, Raihan looked upwards towards the snow falling down and the sun setting down. In a few hours it will be the new year. Many people celebrating and watching them. "It can be easy to get distracted by it all."
"But remember the audience is also a bit cruel. They want nothing more than to see one of us lose after all. It can fill you with fear knowing that, but I absolutely love pushing past that fear! I love giving it everything I've got as a trainer and seeing my team give everything they've got to seize another victory." Raihan slowly looked from the sky and back towards Leon who smiled. "It's the greatest feeling in the world and I can't get enough of it! I can feel my partners itching with anticipation inside their pokeballs! We're going to have a real Champion Time this year!"
"...Hmph. Always had a way with words Lee. No wonder you can get a crowd going with just a speech. But I've got to let you know." he pointed finger guns at him. "I've got three kids who look up to me personally, and I promised to make them proud by finally beating you today. And let me tell you." Leon watched as those ocean blue eyes turned slightly up towards the windows where he knew they must've been watching. "I never let my fans down. So as you're rival, you'll have to excuse me for taking that title from you."
Leon chuckled. "You can try but you're also forgetting something. I'm the Galar Region's Champion Leon! Me and Charizard and the rest of our team will use all our knowledge and experience to crush you completely, Raihan."
"Heh. I guess we'll just have to see who can out dazzle the other then." He winked. "After all how am I supposed to tease you if I can't make ya jealous over winning that babysitter gal?~"
Leon blinked. ".....What?"
Raihan's sly smile returned as he rose his brow. "Oh don't play dumb on that. Mr. I'm-Going-To-Give-This-Girl-Money-And-Gifts-Only-The-Champion-Can-Get-His-Hands-On. I know you spent all that time swooning her with that pretty scarf and all the free invitations."
"I-I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!!" Leon quickly stammered face red which only made his rival laugh loudly.
"We both know you're lying! I've known you for too long to not know when you've got a pupplio crush on someone! And as a man of romance myself, I happen to know all the ways of love-"
"PIERS!!," Leon quickly interrupted the amused gym leader all of a sudden. "H-How is he anyways? I saw you practically carrying him off the field. The fall he took was pretty brutal."
Raihan paused for a moment blinking before sighing and shaking his head. "He seemed alright but he thinks he might've busted his arm. Took off with to the Wyndon Hospital."
Leon hummed looking a little concerned and coughed thankful he was able to quickly advert Raihan's teasing...For now. "That's for the best. When I'm done here I'll go see if he's alright."
"You and me both. But I think for now we have another matter to settle."
Leon nodded. "The show must go on. Let's make sure to make Piers proud by putting on a good show for everyone."
"THE CHAMPION MATCH SHALL NOW BEGIN!! BATTLERS PLEASE GET TO YOUR PLACES AND READY YOUR POKEMON!!"
The two turned and began walking to their places once getting there the two most powerful trainers in Galar turning to face one another. Pokeballs in hands and the cold wind whipping the snowflakes around them both in some kind of flurry, waiting for the cue from the announcer to start the match. But that's not what they had gotten. Instead what happened was that the ground shook, which wouldn't have been too shocking considering this was a stadium made to withstand dynamaxing pokemon. But that wasn't the cause of the rubble. The ground shook like an earthquake on a sugar rush for a few but long feeling seconds, during that time both men on the field wobbled around arms flailing for balance before the earth collapsed in the middle of the field and a stream of blood red poured out of the frozen earth and into the dark sky above. Lighting the sky like some sick firework. Horror riddled across both men's faces as they stood there, as loose dirt and gravel was spewed their way from it. The harsh red light reflected in their shocked gold and blue eyes. And then among the red lights screams of panic began to scream out from the masses and the monitor turned on with a familiar face and voice.
"Hello there Leon and Raihan." Both men turned to the monitor hands over their eyes to shield from the harsh light and just barely making out the face of none other than the Chairman hacking into the giant screen. "Just letting you know I think it's time I brought about the Darkest Day. For the sake of Galar's future of course. But I'm in a bit of a pickle. The energy released by the Darkest Day is too much for me to contain. I'm sorry it's come to this. But it's you who forced my hand Leon. You refused to listen." And then the monitor cut out-
There was a high pitched scream as soon as the red light burst out of the ground making the whole place shake and on instinct you reached out and snatched the nearest screaming child into your arms in a protective hold. Allister whimpered and locked onto you as you pulled his scared form to you. Wide eyed you stared as the red light took up everything around the field and the two men fleeing from the field as a result. You didn't notice, but Hop and the twins did. As a result the three of them fled from the room, slamming the door behind them as everyone else was too busy panicking or watching the red light in horror. AND. YOU. REMEMBERED!! During the game's final battle between the player and Leon it would be interrupted by Chairman Rose in a crazy plan to 'help' everyone by releasing the ancient evil pokemon Eternatus that would bring destruction to all! But the player and Hop manages to team up with the two dog-like legendary pokemon to combat it at Hammerlocke Stadium where the Chairman's power plant was after receiving the ancient shield and sword from Postwick!! THAT'S WHAT YOU'VE BEEN FORGETTING THIS ENTIRE TIME!! Which meant that-...Your head snapped around you at the remaining children who were there. The triplets were huddled together, Elsa had her little brothers hanging onto her looking horrified, Bede and Felix could only look on in horror at what they were seeing, Marnie stood still where she was with her hands against the window too shocked at what happened to move, and Allister clung onto you scared out of his mind. But Gloria, Hop, and Victor were GONE!! WHERE DID THOSE THREE GO!? ....Oh NO- Your head whipped to the door and with Allister in your arms you RAN to the door, throwing it open to meet the sight of many, MANY league staff running up and down the halls and in and out of the many rooms around them. But no signs of any of those three missing children.
"HOP!? GLORIA!?", you yelled desperately snapping your head either way as the dread and sinking feeling in your gut sank into realization. Your arms reaching to cradle the whimpering boy in your arms. No...NO! NONONONONONO!!! THIS COULDN'T BE HAPPENING NOW! "VICTOR!?"
It was no use...They were gone. On their way back to Postwick in order to get the ancient sword and shield of the fallen heroes from the Slumbering Wield then off to where ever the Chairman was. ....YOU HAD TO GO AFTER THEM!! GAME PLAY BE DARNED THEY WERE JUST KIDS!! YOU HAD TO LEAVE AND HELP THEM!! And you would've....if something hadn't held you back. The whimper in your arms snapped you back in reality..and you slowly turned back into the room. All the children were still in there terrified and crying out from the shock as the sounds of panic set in. You couldn't leave these children here alone!! With three taking off to danger was bad, but you couldn't just leave all the others here by themselves!! Especially since Allister refused to not let go....Which a panicked whirled mind you made a choice. You stepped back in. And closed the door. Choosing to turn around and try to calm down the frightened children...Heh. Easier said than done. With Allister refusing to let go of you, you somehow managed to herd Elsa away from the window view and sit with her brothers on the couch. Two of which were crying while another kept asking where their mother and big brother were. Poor baby. You wished you could answer his question. Once or twice one of them would try to leave but you dragged them back and told them they had to stay unless they be swept up in the chaos. You tried not to look out the windows to see hundreds of people panicking, and screaming instead ordering everyone and pulling a couple to come sit down away from the windows as well and sit on the couch. Bouncing Allister in your other hand trying to keep him calm at the same time of calming down the others. You didn't blame them for panicking and being scared, but you weren't going to just let a bunch of young kids wonder around by themselves and get swept up in the chaos. You knew where the other three were heading. You didn't want anyone else panicking anymore than they should've with everyone sitting on the couch you took a head count of everyone and by some Miracle everyone except for the 3 missing teenagers were accounted for. But the next few hours weren't easy. Everything blurred as the skies grew dark and the MORE and MORE anxious you became. Practically sweating buckets by the time the sky had gone completely dark. You were worried scared! Pacing back and forth in front of the door as lots of people still shouted and ran around on the outside while you bounced Allister who clung to you and assured all the other kids it would be alright. Until you almost dropped Allister when the door all of a sudden behind you open. You yelped and jumped forward, giving a yell before turning around-....And breathed a sigh of absolute relief when none other was Ms. Opal stood there. The old woman didn't look the least bit bothered as she slowly walked into the room and calmly looked around, spotting Bede's shocked expression at seeing her.
"I came for that behavioral report."
You stared at her blank faced and numb for a moment before shaking your head. "I- He's fine!" You gestured a hand. "Bede's fine! But I need to ask a favor of you." The older woman rose a brow as you, as much as you hated to, started prying Allister from you. "There's some friends of mine who might get really hurt! If I don't go after them they're going to get in big trouble! PLEASE! Will you please take care of these guys until everyone comes back? I know I shouldn't ask but-"
The older woman held up a hand. "I am more than capable to handle these children."....Well that was pretty fast. And for some reason you believed she could if she can handle Bede. She held out her hands for Allister who was whimper at you prying him away. "Hand over the boy. You've handled the roles of ours long enough."
You sighed and nodded. "Thank you. Thank you so much." You finished untangling Allister from yourself before handing him over to Opal who easily took him into her arms. "Silver!" With a chirp the shiny pokemon came running over and in an instant you swept him up into your arms and made a beeline for the door. "THANK YOU AGAIN!!" You called over your shoulder to the older woman who nodded at you're retreating form.
With Silver in your arms you RAN through the building to the elevator practically spamming the down button as people ran around you Silver under one arm until with a ding the doors closed and down you went. Your heart pumping and lungs heaving with anticipation. The hotel. You HAD to get back to the hotel. As soon as the doors opened back up you RAN past all the people especially the ones giving you looks and out the lobby and stadium doors you went. With how crowded and noisy it was outside you would've thought the world was ending. And it might thanks to that airhead Chairman! WHAT ON EARTH WAS HE THINKING!? ...Ok. You get it was the gameplay. BUT WHAT WAS HE THINKING!? You ran directly into the crowds with silver under one arm and SHOVED your way through the crowds and through the streets. You didn't care how long it took you HAD to get to that hotel!! By some miracle your brain tuned out the noises and feeling of bodies pressing against you as you swam through the crowds, and made your way through. Despite it being dark you managed to remember your way through the crowds and someone made it to the less crowdy streets where you were free to run the rest of the way through the night and towards the giant fancy hotel. You didn't stop. Even when you barged into the fancy gold lobby and startled the hotel staff. You ran straight to the elevator, hoped into it, and spammed your floor's button until the doors closed. You waited with baited breath as you went up..Until with a ding the doors opened and you flew in. The first room you checked on instinct for them was the guys' room. No signs of Hop or Victor. In fact their things were gone too and the only thing left behind that they were there at all was the unmade bed. Leaving that behind, you raced to the room you shared with Gloria and threw that open as well. The same thing. Unmade bed and Gloria's things were gone indicating they had left. But your pack still laid where you left it that morning. Without hesitation you ran to it and grabbed the pack, throwing it over your shoulders as you ran back out. Good thing you packed everything away already. You HAD to get to Postwick!! Spamming the elevator back down to the ground floor, you ran up to the front desk startling the man behind it and DEMANDED to know where the train out of Wyndon was. As luck would have it, it was just a little bit past the square and near the stadium. You didn't hesitate to run back out and into the cold weather outside. Snowflakes and wind still falling from the storm clouds above. If you were lucky they might still be there having missed the afternoon train and be waiting for the night train instead. Lungs burning from the cold and tiredness you felt but your determination pushed you on until you got to the train station back through the big crowds. You were sweating, breathing heavily and Silver looked ready to pass out from the sheer stress of it all. You must've looked a shocking sight to the station master who blinked as you stumbled up to the booth he was in breathing heavily and reaching a hand out to grab the wall.
"P-PLEASE!! *GASP* When's....*wheeeeeeze* T-the next *gaaaaassp* T-TRAIN!?", you forced yourself to talk between gasps of air into your overworked lungs.
The man blinked before sputtering, "I-I- Not until morning, Miss. The night train's left almost two hours ago now."
THAT wouldn't stop you. Right then and there, you put Silver down, and reached into your pocket. Pulling out some of the last remaining money you had, you slapped it down on the counter heavily breathing still. "G-Give...*GASP* ticket-...F-For next....*gasp* one!"
The conductor did end up giving you a train ticket for the next one just a few hours away and you did NOT sleep a wink that night. Holding Silver in your arms as you sat there worried out of your mind as he fell asleep in your arms for hours, not being able to bring yourself to sleep. HOW COULD YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN THIS!? YOU REMEMBERED THE REST OF THE GAME! WHY DIDN'T YOU REMEMBER THIS BEFORE IT HAPPENED!? ..Didn't matter right now. You HAD to catch up with them. Hours passed and FINALLY at around six in the morning the first train of the day came in and you didn't hesitate. Rushing up despite the tired feeling in your bones jostling Silver from his slumber. You shoved your ticket into the slot on the gate ways and made your way through the open doors. Going to the nearest seat and just plopping yourself down. As if it would take off as soon as you did. And after about fifthteen more minutes the doors closed and off you went towards Postwick. Days passed as you traveled more and more by train. Resuming your routine of BARELY sleeping on the seats during the nights and just sitting, watching, worrying out the window. The same thoughts circling over and over and OVER again in your head. How could have forgotten? The one thing you should've known and you forgotten...You HAD to make sure they were ok. The silence of the train combined with your lonesome....Had it always been this quiet? Usually by now if you were with one of them Hop would go on a speech about amazing history facts or Victor would be telling you something related to his hobbies. Heck. At one point you could've sworn Gloria would be right there with a bright smile and shoving her phone in your face to watch something she found cool...You would take anything over the silence. You always had silence at home if your mother wasn't nagging you and you had come to like the silence more than her voice, but now....You would take them having a petty fight over the still silence. Your only saving grace was Silver who when he wasn't laying on the table or seat would dig in your pack for food and shove something for you to eat into your hands with a demanding chirp and would screech if you didn't eat it then and there in front of him. He may have been a pain, but at least he was your pain. You weren't sure exactly how much time had flown past since you had left Wyndon, days were blurring together, but you did notice the city turned into farmland a long time into this trip. ....That must've meant you were getting close right? Everytime you stopped and it wasn't Wedgeherst you mumbled curses under your breath and praying for the train to just GO already until it finally did. One night you just couldn't sleep. Letting your head touch the cold glass of the window, about to nod off before jolting back awake and repeating the cycle until-
"ZZZTT. Attention Passengers!," the conductor announced over the speakers to anyone left on board. "We'll be arriving at Wedgeherst Station within ten minutes. That is all."
You IMMEDIATELY STOOD WIDE AWAKE!! WEDGEHERST!! THAT WAS IT!! You once again jolted Silver awake when you abruptly grabbed him up into your arms with your pack and stood with a determined face. This was it! Maybe you'd catch them here! And how did you know it was Wedgehurst? Well the familiar town and the farm houses with flocks of wooloo the shepherds were herding in the fields as you all went past gave it away before you arrived around six in the morning at the train station. Flying off the train like a rapidash on a sugar rush! You burst into the familiar woodened stadium panting ...and looking around. Everything looked the same from the wooden floors to the man at the booth who blinked towards you rushing in.
"Attention Passengers! The morning train leaving Wedgehurst Station will depart in fifthteen minutes! Please exit or enter the train within that time. That's all!"
Fifthteen minutes. YOU ONLY HAD FIFTHTEEN MINUTES TO GET BACK ONTO THAT TRAIN AND GET TO HAMMERLOCKE BEFORE IT LEFT YOU STRANDED!! Rushing to think your head shot to the man in the booth and he jolted when you dashed up to him panting and clearly distressed!! He would know surely if a trio of teenagers got onto the train sometime before you. You stared at him hard before speaking.
"HEY! Excuse me!," you yelled despite him being right there making him blink more. Considering how small this town was and how this guy had a job here he must've been local! Which meant he would surely know who Leon's family was being semi celebs here, "I need to know if three kids ever got on this train here recently! One was a guy with purple hair! It's an emergency!"
the man didn't respond for a moment, only blinking. Before he rose a brow. "I-...Well yes recently there was a couple kids who got on."
"How long ago!?"
"I-...I d-don't know! A day..maybe a day and a half ago??"
One or two days! So you weren't that far behind them! Reaching back into your pocket, you slapped whatever money you had left on that booth. "I need a ticket for the morning train RIGHT N O W!!"
The man scared by your yelling, did indeed give you your ticket. Without looking back, you immediately used it to board back onto the train to ride it back to Hammerlocke. You weren't far behind them then! That was good! Bad news though you were still behind! Which meant you had to catch up as fast as you could! Feeling more determined, you steeled your worries to the side and pushed on. This time sleeping and eating better to keep up your strength as the train went along. Paying attention to every stop and announcement the conductor made, checking to make sure it was the right stop. OH!! WHEN YOU GOT YOUR HANDS ON THAT ROSE GUY HE WAS IN BIG BIG TROUBLE!!! The train continued on and on and your worry grew less, your angry growing in it's place. THAT GUY WAS SO DEAD MEAT!! The train carried you on and on. Day after day. Night after night. Until one fateful morning when you again couldn't manage to sleep-
"Attention Passengers! The morning train will be arriving at Hammerlocke Station in ten mintues! That's all!"
HAMMERLOCKE!! THIS WAS IT!! YOUR STOP!! Standing up you immediately began walking your way over to the doors and stood there as the train rattled on. Eventually slowing to a stop coming near the city. Slowly the train came to a stop and the doors open to the cold air and the dark morning greeted you. No light to be found yet are you immediately ran out of the train and into Hammerlocke's familiar stadium. Running past you noticed the small curry place in the corner you recognized and knew! You were in Hammerlocke alright! But no one was here! Most likely because the place had been evacuated like in the game when the player arrived, only to find Raihan there-...And like in game you would also find him. Stepping out of the pokemon center, you turned in the night and booked it down the castle looking street up towards the deserted gym where you would know they would head. And you heard...Yelling? The closing you got you heard it louder. And then you saw it. DRAGON BOY!! Raihan was there! He looked to be horrified as he gazed at the sky above him.
Breathing heavily, you raced right towards them. "RAIHAN!!"
Your voice echoed all around the otherwise deserted pace as your feet slapped against the pavement heading right towards the two guys who seemed shocked to see you of all people there. Raihan blinking. "....Y-Y/n?!''
Raihan nearly fell over as you harshly grabbed him and shook his jacket with surprising strength "WHERE'S HOP AND GLORIA!? AND WHERE'S VICTOR!?"
"They ran on ahead into the stadium." He spoke eyes spinning as he shook his head. "I tried to stop them...Honest I did. But they were too fast for me to catch them." He pointed up. "Then that appeared just before you grabbed me!"
You felt your stomach drop. "WHAT!?"
"The city was evacuated when Leon got here. I'm supposed to be in there helping him but then these guys side blinded me when they rushed in! It's not safe for you here!"
You stared at him silently before faster than Raihan could comprehend, you turned and started running away from him Silver at your heels.
He blinked. "H-HEY! WAIT A MINUTE!! IT'S TOO DANGEROUS TO GO IN THERE!" And he ran after your form.
You didn't stop. You already knew the way anyways! The player would go into the stadium and take that fancy elevator down into the powerplant, fight the Chairman, and then take another lift to the very top of the roof where they would find Leon and battle Eternatus! So that's EXACTLY where you went. Right into the stadium, around the corner and right up to that fancy lift. Practically spamming the down button on the thing until it dinged and the doors opened.
"HEY, SASSY!! WAIT UP A MINUTE!!" You ignored Raihan as you immediately stepped into the elevator, unfortunately he was able to catch up fast enough to jump into the lift as well just before the doors closed and with a ding noise the two of you descended. He breathed a bit shivering from the cold outside before looking around the lift...before to you're angry face staring at the doors. "H-Hey. What's up with you bursting in like this? How'd you even manage to get into Hammerlocke in the first place?!"
"I took the train!," you answered truthfully, "Guess you forgot to shut down the entrance from the station." He blinked surprised. "Look! Those kids are in trouble and you sure as heck aren't stopping me from helping them! Where's Leon?"
He held up his hands. "Hey. Take it easy there." He pointed a finger up. "He flew in a little while ago while we were evacuating but I don't know what's been going on up there."
"You'll see soon enough."
He didn't know what that meant, and you didn't answer anymore only looking ahead as you continued down. Until another Ding noise rang out and the doors opened. You didn't even wait for him immediately running out and down the metal platform. A giant opening to the right was where you would find where the player would battle the Chairman. AND FROZE!! Almost tripping over your own feet and falling onto your face as someone came around the corner and Raihan caught up to you. You both watched wide eyed as none other than the Chairman himself casually walked around the corner like it was just another day at the office, straightening his tie! But paused seeing the both of you there. For a moment all three of you stared at one another before a sigh came from the older man who shook his head.
"I see that I'm seeing a lot of familiar faces today."
....You scowled and pointed at him walking forward. "WHERE'S HOP AND GLORIA!? WHAT DID YOU DO WITH THEM!?"
Mr. Rose simply turned his head to the other elevator at the end of the hall. "I'm afraid you just missed them. You see they are on their way up to see dear Leon. Unfortunately I'm afraid they're lacking. If they couldn't get to the end of the tournament what hope would they have to help Leon?" YOUR. RAGE. B O I L E D. "Yes. I'm afraid we're all doomed."
He looked back to you. You were already walking for him when you asked where the two went, but he hadn't expected was when two smaller but strong hands GRABBED the front of his suit jacket, and with surprising strength, SLAMMED the man to the side against the wall. Which made a metal thud when he got slammed against his back, one arm forcibly laying itself across his chest to make sure he couldn't move. His light green eyes stared down at you wide eyed as did Raihan. Both men stared at you as you snarled like a beast teeth clenched.
"Listen here you stupid old man," you growled through your teeth, lowly, threatening in a way the Chairman was NOT used to seeing since he absolutely froze under your grip. "This is all YOUR fault! How dumb were you to see that this wouldn't save Galar!? That monster you unleashed will kill everyone in it's path and you decided to release it anways!?" You snapped. "IF ANY OF THOSE KIDS ARE HURT WHEN I GET UP THERE I SWEAR NO MATTER WHERE YOU GO I WILL FIND YOU AND MAKE YOU W I S H THAT ETERNATUS HAD FOUND YOU BEFORE I DID!!"
With a last shove to him, you turned and RAN down the hallway and to the elevator. Spamming the button open and hopping in. Pushing the up button for dear life until the doors closed and with a ding you started upwards. Both men stood there stunned for a long moment before the Chairman looked over at the sound of footsteps and looked over to Raihan ABSOLUTELY ANGRY at him despite the calm look he held.
"....I could threaten you more for destroying my gym, but I think her words work well enough for me."
You breathed heavily, panting in fear as the elevator took you up and up and up towards the roof. Until with another ding noise sounded and you ran out. Turning and following the red stairs up...And what you were met with stopped you in your tracks. Wind blew all around you like crazy. The roof completely destroyed. Purple storm and lightning all around you as pieces of the roof whirled. And in front of you was a battle. A battle between four pokemon and two kids all fighting a GIANT SKELETON WORM THING!! Two of the four pokemon in front of the kids dog like...And you stared. THE BATTLE AGAINST THE BIG BAD ENEMY!! This was it and you recognized those pokemon! The legendary ones from the game cases depending if you bought Pokemon Sword or Pokemon Shield. They must've been in the final stages of this battle! In the game the player and Hop battled with those two in order to capture Eternatus and then eventually win after Leon couldn't-.....LEON!? Your head whipped to the side and your eyes widened in shock at what you saw. Leon's proud Charizard, hurt and knocked out laying on the ground and the Champion himself not looking too hot. Looking as if he was standing with a limp, covered in bruises and scraps and beside him was Victor. Leon half holding the boy behind him in a protective stance, even in danger against a legendary he was still prepared to protect his little siblings. CLANK!! You gave a yell and jumped away as a metal piece of the once roof finally broke lose from the wind and slammed onto the ground right next to you. THAT WAS CLOSE!! Just a few more inches and it would've completely crushed your legs! Raihan was right! This place was too dangerous for anyone to be here! ...Your head snapped up and around towards Leon, as a heavy looking piece of roof came right for his hurt form and Victor shivering just behind him. And your eyes widened....YOU. RAN!! Right for them arms out and one goal in mind.
"LEON LOOK OUT!!"
Leon barely had time to turn his head to you before a force suddenly hit his chest strong enough to knock him out of the pathway of the falling roof piece having a domino effect as his body collided with Victor and shoved him back. But replacing you with it. With no time to dodge out of the way from impact as the thing slammed into you. Pain exploding.
....And then everything went black.
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victorluvsalice · 1 year ago
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Not-Incorrect Valicer Quotes, Valicer In The Dark Edition, Volume II
Smiler: [introducing the three Pillars to another gang] So I'm both the Slide and the Leech, Victor is our Whisper, and Alice there is our Cutter.
Other Gang Member: [looks at Alice with her modified Hobbygoat weapon, snorts derisively] That's your Cutter? The little slip of a thing holding a kiddie's toy?
Alice: [swings the Hobbygoat around a couple of times. . .then SLAMS it into the ground, making the immediate area shake and nearly knocking the guy off his feet]
Smiler: [beaming] Yes. Any further questions?
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Victor: [opens the door to the bathroom, which they've recently managed to connect to the sewer line below]
A Raven: [is perched on the rim of the toilet, tail over the bowl]
Victor:
A Raven: [rawks at him]
Victor: [slowly closes the door]
Victor: [returns to Smiler and Alice in what passes for the living room] I have just discovered the possibly weirdest explanation for all of Elder Gutknecht's books not being covered in bird shit.
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Smiler: [again making introductions to another gang] I'm the Slide and the Leech, Alice is the Cutter, and Victor there is our Whisper.
Another Gang Member: [eyeing Victor with a frown] So he's your Whisper? He looks like he was already frightened half to death by a ghost.
Victor: It's more one tried to marry me once.
Another Gang Member: [startled] That can happen?
Victor: [nodding seriously] She dragged me straight into the ghost field. Incidentally, there are seven ghosts in our vicinity right now.
Another Gang Member: [looking around very anxiously]
Smiler: [grinning] Just don't start reciting wedding vows and you'll be fine!
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Alice: [examining some of Smiler's gadgets and alchemicals] All right, so, I understand how Joy Serum, Giggler Gas, your Tickler brush, and even the Hypnotizer wheel relate to your status as an Advocate. [picking up a box with lots of little light bulbs on it] But what the heck is this thing?
Smiler: Oh, that's the Flasher! I can press a button and set it on the ground, and a few seconds later it blasts an electroplasmic charge through all the lights that briefly blinds anyone looking at it!
Alice: . . .And how does that spread happiness?
Smiler: It makes me very happy to be able to run away from whoever's distracted by it.
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Smiler: [doing introductions to a third gang] Alice is our Cutter, Victor is our Whisper, and I'm the Slide and the Leech!
Third Gang Member: How can you be both a Slide and a Leech at the same time? It ain't possible.
Smiler: Why my good madam, you're absolutely correct in noting that they are completely different skill sets! [picking up their suitcase of Joy Serum and snapping it open] May I offer someone of your very fine intelligence a sample of my delightful Joy Serum? I brew it up myself from glow orb juice and a few other secret ingredients. Guaranteed to make you feel better than you ever have before, with limited wooziness afterward! Only five slugs per syringe!
Third Gang Member: Five slugs?! That's a hell of a deal! [starts pawing around in their pocket] Yeah, sure, I'll take a -- wait.
Alice & Victor: [giggling in the background]
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[Victor, Alice, and Smiler are all sprawled around Smiler's workshop grinning]
Victor: [to Smiler, very cheerfully] You know, you're really lucky that your alchemical accidents make us feel this good.
Alice: [nodding along, also super cheerful] Oh yes. This is marvelous. Though mind you, I am still going to yell at you once this all wears off.
Smiler: [beaming at the ceiling] Good thing I don't care at the moment!
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offwithhxrhead · 1 year ago
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Incorrect Quotes ft. the Liddell-Van Dorts
. thought i'd give this generator a go and i absolutely am so glad i did .
Alice: Hello, I'm Alice. I work at a shop now. Here to help. Look, they gave me a badge with my name on it in case I forget it. Very helpful, as that does happen.
Shapeshifter: *transforms to look like Maddie* Maddie: Okay, are you like BLIND? You look nothing like me. First off, I'm way taller. Secondly, I DO NOT look so sleep deprived and lastly, if you could drag comb through that hair you're like a 7 on a good day and I've been told I'm a constant 10.
Maddie, writing in their diary with a glitter gel pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.
Victor: What can therapy do for me that screaming in my car for 30 minutes can’t?
Alice: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.
Cop: You ran a red light. Alice: So did you, hypocrite. Cop: I was following you. Alice: That was dumb, I'm a terrible driver. Cop: Get out.
Victor: I've got a weapon, and I'm... admittedly VERY afraid to use it!
Alice: Remember, when burying a body, make sure to cover it with endangered plants so it’s illegal to dig up! Alice: Make sure to follow me for more gardening tips!
Victor: BEHOLD, the field in which I grow my fucks! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren!
Maddie: What, I can’t be in a bad mood? It’s like people think, “Oh, Maddie is such a nice person, Maddie is so happy-go-lucky! Maddie can’t be in a bad mood!” Well, you know what? Maddie CAN be in a bad mood. And right now, Maddie IS be in a bad mood.
Alice: Social distancing says you shouldn't be within an elbow's distance of each other. *later, in a barfight* Alice: Social distancing doesn't say nothing about feet! *kicks opponent in the face*
Victor: Sometimes I wonder if I’m hearing voices. Victor: Then I remember that’s the last bit of sanity I have trying to get me to fall asleep at a reasonable time.
Maddie: Well, if you're not at least a little bit gay for your friends, then what kind of friend are you?
Alice: I apologize for saying 'fuck' in front of Maddie. Victor: You just said it again. Maddie: Alice: I am not a role model.
Alice: How long do you reckon it’ll be until Maddie finally snaps and commits murder? Victor: I’ve been going through life assuming it’s already happened at some point and it’s just that no one was ever able to trace it back to her.
Maddie: Victor, Alice, I love y’all and all, but can I ask what in the hell are you doing? Victor, trying to stabilize a tower of folding chairs that Alice is sitting atop: Oh nothing much. Alice: I love you too :)
Alice: Guys where did Maddie go? Victor: She got arrested. Alice: How the hell- Maddie: *bursts in through the window* The cops are after me, I thought it would be fun to steal crackers and throw them at people.
Alice: Maddie, what do you have? Maddie: A KNIFE! Alice: Okay, have fu- Victor: NO!
Maddie: Would you take a bullet for me? Victor: ...yes? *Alice angrily bursts into the room* Maddie: *running away* Great, thanks!
Maddie, washing the dishes: Who the fuck used this pan?? Maddie: Wait. I the fuck used this pan… Victor: It was you the fuck. Maddie: It was I the fuck… Alice: Who cooks rice in a pan? Victor: She the fuck.
Victor: Why would anyone want to harm Maddie? Alice: Maybe because they met her?
Maddie: Mom, that’s disgusting. You’re only giving free stuff to beautiful people. Victor: Yeah, you should be ashamed of yourself. Alice: Oh yeah? *gets really close to Victor* How about a muffin on the house baby? Victor, giggling: I’m pretty.
Victor: You know, it’s fine to admit you were wrong. Maddie: *Sipping their drink after accidentally adding salt* I just like the way it tastes.
Victor: If we lose, you’re out of the will. Maddie: I was in the will?
Victor: Am I right, Maddie? Maddie: I’m almost certain you’re not, but to be fair, I wasn’t listening.
Alice: What situation is not instantly improved by the addition of fishnets, I ask you. Maddie: Being a fish. Alice: Well, shit.
Alice: What the fuck is wrong with you?? Maddie: What? No good morning? Alice: Good morning, what the fuck is wrong with you??
Victor: *chokes on something* Maddie: Jeez, Victor, don't die on us. Victor: Don't tell me what to do, I'll die whenever the hell I want!
Maddie: You know what I’ve realized? Alice: Some thoughts are better left unsaid? Maddie: Nice try, anyways-
Maddie: Help! I’m drowning! Victor: Calm down. We’re only in six feet of water! Maddie: NOT ALL OF US ARE TALL!
Victor: Talk dirty to me, baby~ Alice: The dishes. Victor: Wh- Alice: They’ve been there for 4 days and it’s your turn to wash them. You still haven’t cleaned them and I have asked you to do so several times.
Alice: *sees someone doing something stupid* Alice: What an idiot. Alice: *realizes it's Maddie* Alice: Wait, that's MY idiot!
@thevalicemultiverse
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pokeexehasstoppedworking · 2 years ago
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A Champion Time For The Heart Ch28 The Champion Cup P2
(Warning: Someone does get hurt with a hurt arm and someone does get knocked out And Leon is a lil hurt from his Eternatus confrontation but don't worry. They're all ok.)
So Hop lost to Raihan?...You shook your head before putting Allister down. The small boy ended up pulling your arm and pointing towards the cabinets again wanting a replacement hot chocolate for the one that he spilt earlier which you complied into making for him. ..Along with all the other kids who shouted for refills. Sigh. Oh well. At least the spill was cleaned up and no was else was fighting. But still...You could barely believe this was happening. Not that it was peaceful. But the fact that Hop would be the one who was going to fight Leon instead of one of the player avatars, Victor or Gloria. Not that you didn't think Hop wasn't strong because he was a strong trainer, but the story line took a 180 degree you weren't expecting at all. You could never have predicted Hop would've been the one to battle his way through the champion cup but you guessed Raihan must've been too strong to win against in a one vs one battle style. Well that would explain why Hop was here with you guys now and the twins were gushing all over him asking what it was like battling his way to the second to last round and giving him congratulations for making it that far.
"Really guys. It was nothing!," he assured then raising his hands before sighing defeatedly. "I didn't even get to make it past Raihan to Lee anyways. *sigh* So much for becoming the world's first champion brothers."
"Ye still tried your best. That's all that mattered. 'Sides, ye got farther than me!"
"Yeah. But you got pretty good run in yourself in the semifinals!"
"Aw! Thanks, Hoppy!"
Gloria smiled at Hop gratefully. Beside her Bede rose a brow between her and Hop before raising a hand and coughing loudly. Gaining her attention. "*AHEM*....Yes. This is ..all well and good." He peeked one eye open at Gloria who blinked at him before looking away again. "I suppose some congratulations is in order. You were..very good out there. I'm surprised you were strong enough to last through to the semifinals. I may have underestimated by rival's perseverance."
Gloria blinked surprised but smiled at him. "Well that's a surprisingly nice thing ye would say 'bout me. Thanks, Bede."
You didn't miss the light pink of Bede's cheeks...and neither did Hop who scowled at him. "*ahem* Y-Your welcome. It's only natural to comment on one's strength if they get far."
"Yeah!" Hop narrowed his eyes at Bede. "Great job out there, Gloria! You did your best."
Sigh. Those two were going to be a handful It was..kinda a blur but you had set Allister back down in his seat by the window, thanked Victor for making sure things didn't delve into further chaos, and then went about making a LOT more coco for everyone around you who wanted another cup. Which was almost everyone. You absolutely made sure Allister got a replacement cup to replace the one that he had spilt a little while ago. When everyone was satisfied with the hot coco, you were about to go sit down when you remembered. Hop probably hadn't eaten anything yet. Everyone else had burgers and countless amounts of hot chocolate, but he probably hadn't eaten anything too busy focusing on battling. You'd better make him one of those ramen cups so he'd have something in his stomach- B O O M!! The entire place shook again as a gigantic boom went off outside shaking the entire stadium. You had to grip the cabinet to not fall over before it quickly stopped. What the world was THAT!?
"IT'S A MIRACLE FOLKS!! THE FIREY FIERCE FIGHTER KABU!! HAS BEEN DEFEATED!! THE TALL, DARK, AND MYSTERIOUS PIERS HAS EARNT THE RIGHT TO BATTLE IN THE FINAL ROUND!!" Oh! Was THAT what that was? The crowd cheered and Marnie stood there staring out the window. Her blue eyes suddenly slightly narrowed staring out and down to the field. "BATTLERS PLEASE EXIT THE FIELD FOR REPAIRS AND PREPARE FOR THE FINAL MATCH TO DETERMINE WHICH GYM LEADER WILL BE LUCKY ENOUGH TO COMPETE AGAINST CHAMPION LEON FOR THE FINAL MATCH OF THE CHAMPION CUP!!"
You slowly let go of the cabinets and minded your own business as you made another cup of ramen for Hop, and along with his cup of coco, and brought it over to him. All the while swiveling your head around and keeping check on all the kids there. Making a head count. One, two, three- Ok! All fourteen children (now including Hop) were accounted for and safe. Hop smiled and thanked you for the food once you handed it to him and you finally got the chance to sit down on one of the couches with a sigh. Almost as soon as you did, Silver slunk over and plopped himself next to you curled up like a cat. Well good news. You didn't have to worry about anything else at the moment. Bad news....Now you had to deal with ANOTHER giant problem. The game for whatever reason was...derailed. Derailed harder than a train flying off the tracks at a million miles per hour. So now begged the question. HOW WERE YOU GOING TO GET HOME NOW!? If the only chances you had of getting home were riding on the game ending then how would you get home now? Would you still go home once the Champion Cup was over? Would it really matter if Gloria or Victor wasn't the one battling Leon in the end? ...You shook your head stomach in knots. You didn't know. There was only one thing to do. You'd have to wait with the others and watch the last two battles of the entire finals. Would Raihan or Piers be the one to battle Leon in the end? With a sigh you leaned back. Wonder what those guys were up to now? Was Raihan taking selfies before his big match? Was Piers getting a new song ready to sing for audience as he battled his way through the champion cup? You had no idea.
"Thanks for the food, Y/n!" You turned to Hop gratefully holding the ramen cup. "I haven't eaten anything all day. Nice to have something warm in me."
You smiled at him. "Hey. No problem. I'm surprised you've eaten three of those now. Must've been real hungry huh?"
He smiled a bit embarrassed but you smiled. Wasn't his fault. You probably would've been hungry too having to just battle in the cold and focus on your pokemon most of the day. You had been trying to not fall down the rabbithole of worry with your thoughts about the unusual circumstances and focused your energy into talking and playing with some of the kids, and making Hop some food. Which you didn't mind at all, keeps you busy. All the while Marnie had been standing at the window looking out with that narrowed eye thinking face of hers. And for good reason, but you hadn't noticed being too busy taking care of everyone there until Bede had perked up towards the window..and hummed before asking.
"Isn't that field repaired yet?"
You had looked up from Silver for a moment and blinked at him. "Huh? What makes you say that?"
He rolled his eyes but answered. "We've been sitting here for nearly two hours now!" He complained gaining the attention of everyone else who looked at him. "The next match should have started long before now!" He threw a hand towards the window. "We should we watching the Champion defending his title RIGHT THIS SECOND!!"
That made Hop look towards the window as well with a confused look. "Huh...As much as I hate to admit it, Bede's right. Piers and Raihan should've already battled by now. I wonder what's keeping them?"
"Well maybe the field is still being repaired?," you offered.
Hop shook his head. "Can't be. Field Repairs usually only take thirty or forty minutes. An hour at most if the field's really banged up and it's already been repaired.." he took a moment to pull out his phone to check the time. "...About an hour and twenty five minutes ago." He looked back towards the window again with narrowed eyes. "That's not normal unless something's wrong."
"What could have gone wrong-"
It was at THAT exact moment that that the intercom voice came back ON.
"SORRY FOR THE DELAY FOLKS!! TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES!! BUT NOW WE'RE BACK AND HERE IT IS!! THE LAST MATCH OF THE FINALS!" The crowd cheered and almost everyone sitting down stood up to immediately make a beeline to the windows and so did you. "WHO WILL EARN THE RIGHT TO CHALLENGE THE UNBEATABLE CHAMPION LEON!? WILL IT BE THE BRILLIANT ROCKSTAR PIERS!? OR WILL IT BE THE ONLY TRAINER THAT CHAMPION LEON CALLS HIS RIVAL!! THE TAMER OF DRAGONS RAIHAN!?"
The crowd roared from his announcement as the two gym leaders made their way out onto the field both their faces lit up on the screen. Both meeting each other in the middle of the field. Here we go. Icy wind blew around the two as they met at the center of the field. Electric blue eyes meeting dark ocean blue ones as both Dark and Dragon gym leaders made eye contact. Piers barely suppressed a shiver as the cold winter wind bit his pale skin and made his long hair blow around him. His neutral face meeting the smiling face of his friend.
"BATTLERS PLEASE GET TO YOUR PLACES!!" At the sound of the announcer both men turn. Piers pausing to give one upwards towards the windows high above for the VIP lounge. Oh right. You turned your head to Marnie. He must've known his little sister was up here watching him. "READY YOUR POKEMON!! GET SET!! BATTLE BEGIN!!"
There was no grand THUD sound when Piers pulled out his microphone to stamp to the ground in one hand and pokeball in the other! Having thrown it out as soon as the announcer said to, challenging Raihan to dare make a move against him. And the pokemon were sent out. Piers Skuntank verses Raihan's torkaol!
"LET'S START THIS OFF WITH A LIGHT TO CHASE AWAY THE DARKNESS!! DROUGHT HIGH AND PROUD!!", Raihan had yelled out immediately on sight practically roaring out his command. And in an instant the slow looking turtle pokemon immediately did as it was told. With a giant huff a tan-sandy like fog was exploded from it's back shell and spread throughout half the stadium in a bright light. Piers stared narrowed eyed at it until suddenly a bright flash of light erupted from it. The skuntank yelling out in pain from it as it's master held up an arm to it. "HOW DO YOU LIKE MY TORKOAL'S NEW MOVE!? TOOK A WHILE TO LEARN THIS ONE!! GETS THE SUNLIGHT BURNING REAL HARSH!!"
"M' all for a good spotlight! But I think I'd rather settle for a little SMOKESCREEN!!" The skuntank obeying it's master's commands opened it's mouth, and a torrent of abyss fell from it's maw.
From above you all watched as the field was covered half in lit up fog and black smoke, as if day and night was fighting against one another. It was fascinating. But there was one problem....You couldn't even see what was happening and neither could either gym leaders. How could either tell who was winning if it was either too dark or too bright for either to see? Marnie leaned in closer pressing a hand to the frosted glass as she watched closely.
"Nice counter, Piers! But you're forgetting I can still get my way through to see you! USE SOLAR BEAM TO PART THAT SMOKE!!" The barely visible torkoal gladly obeyed the command by opening it's shell and let a ball of light come thro-
"SCREECH YOUR HOPES HIGH!!" It was then that a figure shot up from right beside the turtle looking pokemon from the dirt at it's side and before it could even turn it's head an ear piercing SCREAM tore through the air! The torkaol gave some kind of yell itself of sharp pain through it's skull that was drowned out by the screech. Raihan gave a growl of pain himself both hands shooting to his own ears! "BITE!!!" Any more screaming from the torkoal was immediately cut off by fangs latching around his neck and with a swift yank the turtle pokemon was helplessly flipped onto its side. "BRING ME YOUR PREY!!"
Raihan could only see the silhouette of his torkoal through the slowly dissipating bright fog before in one swift movement it was yanked backwards back into the heavy smokescreen it had created earlier. His eyes widening to the size of plates as if the earth itself had just swallowed the both of them whole. "TORKOAL!!"
You stood there stunned as did everyone else who had witnessed the fast attacks A FREAKING SKUNTANK DID TO THAT POKEMON!! Then again...Piers had raised it well enough that thing could almost keep up with a scorbunny despite it's bulk and size. You weren't surprised it was fast and strong enough to pull a torkoal like that, but how did it sneak up on it?? It was too big to just crawl without Raihan being able to see it's shadow in the lit up fog even if it was near blinding. You all watched with baited breaths until a moment later barreling out of the slowly disappearing smokescreen came the skuntanks running on all fours like a mini furry tank and dragging along the poor torkoal on it's side as it useless flailed. It ran straight towards Piers who pointed his hand towards the nearest boundary line and with a sharp turn you had seen it use on Gloria's scorbunny, it turned hard right and barreled towards it.
"TORKOAL YOUR BACK IS TOWARDS IT!! USE SOLAR BEAM TO HIT IT IN THE SIDE!!"
Piers with his hand still outstretched gave a flick of his wrist the skuntank did a twirl and SLAMMED the torkoal down onto the ground before it could even respond to Raihan's orders, before continuing to run towards the boundary line. What they- He didn't even give the pokemon an order! How was-...Did- Did Piers train it to respond a certain way to his hand motions? Either way the skuntank ran at full speed charging towards that line before stopping and releasing it's jaws. As a result the poor turtle went round and round head over shells from the speed and throw it received flipping around and around until it finally landed on it's stomach, body half laying across the line.
"Raihan's torkoal has been thrown out of bounds! Therefore the Mighty Piers is the winner of match one of Round Four!" The crowd roared regardless of the fight you had just witnessed and you sighed. Watching as Piers once again made a motion with his hand in the universal sign of 'Come here', and watching the skuntank paddle up to it's training. Rubbing his body against Piers's leg in the way a cat would and Raihan returned his poor pokemon. "Ok folks! What a quick start to thing's but now it's time for the second match! Get your pokemon ready!" Piers also returned his skuntank, not bothering to take his eyes off Raihan.
"I'm impressed! Again!" Raihan made a finger gun towards Piers. "Wasn't expecting you to take me down so fast like that! Really caught me off guard."
"Then don't bloody leave two feet of space below your fog for us to crawl sideways under! Can't light us up if the light doesn't even touch us!"
Smirking, Raihan held up another pokeball. "Thanks for the tip. I'll be sure to work on that flaw."
"Ready!? Let the second match begin!!"
Up next was Piers's liepard against Raihan Goodra. You watched with wide eyes and baited breath as Pier's mostly directed the pokemon with single commands or hand gestures as the two pokemon battled it out. Ultimately ending with Raihan winning the second match. Raihan sure was a strong trainer and it showed in the next round as well when it was his turtonator verses Piers's malamar and completely destroyed Piers in the process. Past the third round now and so far it was Piers one Raihan two. Oh you hoped this didn't end up in another tie.
"The fourth match of Round Four is about to begin!," the announcer blared through the cheering crowds as both men readied their fourth pokeball. "Get your pokemon ready! Let the fourth match BEGIN!!"
In a flash of light and shadow from each of the two gym leaders the two sent out their fourth pokemon. Raihan presented his flygon and Piers a toxtricity. Raihan gave a smirk pointing to Piers. "GET READY CUZ HERE WE COME!!"
"I'm waiting to be impressed then!"
Raihan smirked at Piers's snarky remark before pointing towards the toxtricity. "Let the winds blow! STREAM FORWARD SANDSTORM!!" With a loud cry from the flying pokemon, a literal whirlwind suddenly appeared and enveloped it in a tornado of sand before the thing spread out and Piers was forced to push his hand up in front of his eyes to keep the sand from them- "BREAKING SWIPE!!" The toxtricity gave it's own yell of pain as all of a sudden the flygon as fast as lightning, DOVE towards it before doing a quick roll in air and with a sickening WHACK sound nailed the toxtricity in the head before continuing it's fast flight- "STEEL WING!!"
Piers raised a wrist as the flygon flew close to the ground, but still with some space for someone to duck, with it's wings lit up a bright silver color, headed right towards the toxtricity. The poison type stared at Piers who with his hand still raised bent it back with a yell. "VENOM DRENCH!" You all watched as fast as the flygon could fly the poison type formed a toxic ball of thick purple posion smoke into it's hands and when the flygon was close enough. BENT. BACKWARDS. Like how a rockstar would bend back doing those knee slides, the toxtricity bent backwards with it's hands throwing up and by the time the flygon realized the danger it was in. It was TOO LATE!! The toxic purple ball was thrown up and with a wet splat sound a water balloon would make, it smacked right into the flygon's face as it soar over the toxtricity. The pokemon gave a shriek of surprise and perhaps pain as it's flight faltered and slammed onto the ground. Rolling a few times before fully stopping with a finally thud.
"FLYGON GET UP-''
"GIVE IT A JAB OF YOUR PERSONAL POISON!!" With a sharp twist of it's body the toxtricity turned it's back towards the struggling Flygon who was shaking his face from being drenched in the purple goo from the venom drench, and a torrent of dark purple missiles projectized from his spines. And by the time the flygon turned towards it, it was once again too late. It gave a loud cry as the multiple projectiles slammed right into it and with a heavy thud it went down to the ground. And that's where it stayed.
"FLYGON IS UNABLE TO CONTINUE BATTLE WHICH MEANS FOURTH MATCH VICTORY GOES TO GYM LEADER PIERS!!" The crowd roared in cheers as both men returned their pokemon as the announcer still spoke. They were tied. Both winning two matches each. But the question was who would win and who would lose? "BOTH POWERFUL FORCES ARE TIED TO THE MAX!! WHO WILL REIGN SUPREME TO CHALLENGE THE CHAMPION!?" From high above in the VIP lounge you all looked on intently and excitedly to see who would win the tie. Raihan's trainers cheering their mentor's inevitable victory while Marnie held one hand firmly against the glass as she watched brother intently. You watched with wide eyes wondering who would win...but one look at Raihan told you all you needed to know. "IT'S TIME FOR THE FINAL MATCH OF ROUND FOUR!! THE VICTOR SHALL GO ON TO THE CHAMPION MATCH!! YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS FOLKS!! IT'S TIME TO DYNAMAX!!"
Both men took out a final pokeball. Their final chance. Piers sent out his pokeball and in a puff of dark smoke appeared that giant badger-man looking pokemon out. The cold wind beating around him as he pointed. "Face the mighty high roar of my Obstagoon!" The pokemon roaring out from Piers's introduction of the dark type. "He'll tear through your steel like paper!"
Raihan laughed at his friend producing a pokeball himself in the cold wind. "You do realize I'm the great Raihan, right!? I'll be the one to beat Leon! So first I'll beat you and then I'll just walk away today as the new Champion!" With a single pokeball in one hand, red energy filled it to the point it suddenly surged to the size of a bowling ball in his hand. With a quick pose and smile, his rotomi phone quickly snapped a picture of the Dragon Tamer before be turned around and with a hard throw single handedly tossed the ball through the air. It soared through the cold winter sky before cracking open and out came the duraludon. The stadium, Piers, and his Obstagoon wobble from the sheer force of the roaring giant pokemon hitting the ground. Piers had to desperately cling to his mic stand just to stay standing but all would be lost with Raihan one and only command to end the battle. "MAX STEELSPIKE!!"
Blue eyes widened as the crashing of the titanium spikes shot up from the ground upon the leader's command. The ground cracking open as dirt flung high and the shiny steel reflected his terror as it struck. It a crash. Piers fell. Or more like flung back by the sheer force of the ground that shot up from under his feet. Blue eyes wide and body light, he flew a few yards into the cold air before landing down hard onto the frozen ground like a sack of brick. Crashing down with a thud and rolling a couple times before finally coming to rest on his stomach face down and unmoving. The Obstagoon suffering the same fate as it's owner flying through the air before smacking down WAY outside the boundary line. You all stood there in stunned silence as no one moved. Marnie's eyes widened to the size of plates. Gloria gasped and her hands flew to her mouth. Hop choked on the ramen noodles he was eating. And even Bede who normally couldn't care less rose his brows in alarm at one of the gym leaders getting flung across the arena like a bean bag. After a long moment of Piers being still on the screen he moved. A shaky hand slowly coming up and digging into the frozen grass of the field. Lose dirt and rubble fell from his body as he pushed himself from his stomach onto his back. Indicating he was alright. Marnie sighed in relief.
"PIERS'S OBSTAGOON HAS BEEN KNOCKED OUT OF BOUNDS!! THEREFORE THE MIGHTY RAIHAN GOES VICTORIOUS AND IS ONCE AGAIN THE ONE TO BATTLE CHAMPION LEON!!" The announcer sounded and THE. CROWD. ROARED!! You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and sighed in relief. Well that could've gone worse. After a moment, the duraludon gradually was returned to it's normal size and returned to Raihan. "THE FINAL BATTLE OF THE CHAMPION CUP IS COMING UP NEXT FOLKS!! WILL THE CHAMPION REMAIN UNBEATABLE OR WILL HIS LONG TIME RIVAL AND TOP GYM LEADER FINALLY CLAIM THE TITLE OF CHAMPION FOR HIMSELF!? STAY TUNED!! FOR NOW PLEASE CLEAR THE FIELD FOR FINAL REPAIRS!!"
With the triplets cheering for their mentor Marnie sighed and pressed her forehead to the glass. In the meantime Raihan was racing his way across the field, going around craters in the dirt or jumping over larger pieces of rubble on his way over to Piers who had still not gotten up from his crash landing earlier. His mic stand right next to him.
"PIERS!?," he cried out half alarmed half worried as he raced over to the man. Soon dropping to his knees and blocking out any light above him. "Piers!" The rockstar was jolted into opening his eyes when Raihan's stronger grip grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. "Hey man! Are you alright!? You went flying higher than a kite!"
"AHH!! " Piers instantly bristled as a spike of pain shot up from his other arm. His arm was brought up to his chest as his good one clutched it. A scrunched up face of gritted teeth and closed eyes met the frozen Dragon Man as Piers's body slightly curled in instinct from the pain. "NO! I'M NOT BLOODY ALRIGHT!! I THINK I HURT MY ARM!!"
Raihan was frozen for only a moment before he nodded and reacted. "Hey! Don't worry man I got you!" Piers gave another groan of pain as his friend grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him to his feet. The pain in his arm worsening with the jostling. "Hey. It's ok buddy. C'mon! We'll get you to medical professionals stat!"
You watched as the two gym leaders disappeared and released a breath you didn't know you were holding. "Alright. The big moment's finally here, eh?" You blinked to Hop.
Gloria nodded. "Yeah. Who do you think's gonna win?"
"I came here just to take on Lee but I ended up having to cheer for him instead from the sidelines. *sigh* But it's not easy picking sides for some. After all, it's the show down between my big brother and his rival who's also a fan favorite. Who should I really want to win more?''
"Hop. We all know you're cheering on Leon."
Hop chuckled caught red handed. "Yeah. I guess that much is obvious. If anyone can defeat the unbeatable Champion it'll be Raihan. He is the top gym leader after all."
You nodded in understanding. That was true you guessed. By what you just witnessed Raihan was a very strong and capable gym leader. But you STILL couldn't understand why it wasn't Gloria or Victor who was going up against Leon- You thought process stopped when you felt a tugging on your pants leg, and when looking down discovered Allister was there and was holding his cup up to you again. Indicating he wanted more hot chocolate. With a sigh you graciously took it from him and decided to make him some more hot chocolate. Might as well have something to do while you wait. As the field was being repaired, the room was alive in excitement. All the kids happily chattering away pumped to see who would win. The Champion or The Top Gym leader. Both had titles deserving of their might but only one would walk away with a win. You were a bit busy making more refills of hot chocolate and a few more cups of ramen for the few kids who were still hungry. So you had your hands full playing babysitter and cook to all these guys who wanted the food. It wasn't too long a wait. The kids were sated with their full stomachs against the cold. The field was repaired. And possibly the loudest cheer you had ever heard the crowd made yet came roaring out as someone walked out onto the field. And you soon found out why.
"HEY! IT'S LEE!!" You looked up at Hop's cry and he beckoned for you to come to the window. You blinked and went over towards it again and peered down along with everyone else. And low and behold Leon was right there in the middle of the field. Standing arms crossed and smile on his face as the cold wind blew his cap and long purple hair around with the snow. Looks like you'll finally be able to see Leon after all.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND FOLKS OF ALL AGES!! I GIVE TO YOU THE GALAR REGION'S UNBEATABLE CHAMPION LEON!!" The crowd kept roaring at the announcement and you watched on. Here it was the final battle...But wait. Your face scrunched up in thought. Something wasn't making sense. Something was missing. You felt it in your gut. "THE FINAL BATTLE OF THIS YEAR'S CHAMPION CUP SHALL NOW COMMENCE!! WILL LEON REIGN SUPREME FOR ANOTHER SEASON OR WILL WE GO INTO THE NEW YEAR WITH A BRAND NEW CHAMPION!? THE FINAL MATCH WILL BE BETWEEN NONE OTHER THAN LEON HIMSELF AND ONCE AGAIN HIS LONG TIME RIVAL THE STRONGEST GYM LEADER IN GALAR!! PLEASE WELCOME GYM LEADER RAIHAN!!"
You still let your mind whirl with thoughts as Raihan made his debut out onto the field. Waving at fans and the rotomi phone floating around snapping pictures....And it was THEN you remembered eyes wide. Where was the big bad guy you were supposed to beat!? Every pokemon game had one and despite the mishap with Gloria and Victor losing, there was STILL the threat of the bad guy!! You remembered now! Before the player could battle Leon there was a bad guy you needed to defeat before earning the title of champion! But...you didn't remember who it was. Your hands shot to your head as you gritted your teeth and growled at yourself! Empty brain!! WHO WAS IT!? You had thought it was Piers at first being the leader of Team Yell and they had been causing trouble, but it wasn't then wh-.....Your eyes widened to the size of plates as you slowly turned your head back down to the field where Leon and Raihan was. ...Leon was here organizing this whole thing...But the Chairman wasn't.
".....Oh no!"
Raihan made his way back to the middle of the field without a care in the world. After all he had been here multiple times challenging Leon for the title in other Champion Cups. So he was used to this right now. The arm he had been waving going back to relax on his hip as he stopped in front of his long time rival with an amused smirk. Blue eyes meeting gold. "Waiting for me as always? Aw.~ You shouldn't have. If it makes this easier you can just leave and let me win."
The golden eyes smiled. "Hehe. As tempting as that is we both know I won't do that. I would say that I'm surprised you made it this far, but we've done this so many times it's practically a family tradition now."
Raihan lazily shrugged. "What can I say? I'm good at my job. But I will give you kudos for endorsing strong trainers. They actually gave me a challenge. By the way how is that brother of yours? I heard you took him to the 'babysitter'."
Leon chuckled and shook his head. "Hop's just fine. I'm proud my trainers was able to make it this far."
Raihan chuckled back before smirking. "Yeah. It was nice of you to give me a challenge. But now I think it's time for an even greater challenge don't you think?"
Leon inhaled taking a moment to shiver against the cold wind and snowflakes falling on him. "..The tense still air on the pitch and the exact opposite from the audience cheering and yelling. They're both fantastic wouldn't you say?"
"I hear ya." With a turn of his head, Raihan looked upwards towards the snow falling down and the sun setting down. In a few hours it will be the new year. Many people celebrating and watching them. "It can be easy to get distracted by it all."
"But remember the audience is also a bit cruel. They want nothing more than to see one of us lose after all. It can fill you with fear knowing that, but I absolutely love pushing past that fear! I love giving it everything I've got as a trainer and seeing my team give everything they've got to seize another victory." Raihan slowly looked from the sky and back towards Leon who smiled. "It's the greatest feeling in the world and I can't get enough of it! I can feel my partners itching with anticipation inside their pokeballs! We're going to have a real Champion Time this year!"
"...Hmph. Always had a way with words Lee. No wonder you can get a crowd going with just a speech. But I've got to let you know." he pointed finger guns at him. "I've got three kids who look up to me personally, and I promised to make them proud by finally beating you today. And let me tell you." Leon watched as those ocean blue eyes turned slightly up towards the windows where he knew they must've been watching. "I never let my fans down. So as you're rival, you'll have to excuse me for taking that title from you."
Leon chuckled. "You can try but you're also forgetting something. I'm the Galar Region's Champion Leon! Me and Charizard and the rest of our team will use all our knowledge and experience to crush you completely, Raihan."
"Heh. I guess we'll just have to see who can out dazzle the other then." He winked. "After all how am I supposed to tease you if I can't make ya jealous over winning that babysitter gal?~"
Leon blinked. ".....What?"
Raihan's sly smile returned as he rose his brow. "Oh don't play dumb on that. Mr. I'm-Going-To-Give-This-Girl-Money-And-Gifts-Only-The-Champion-Can-Get-His-Hands-On. I know you spent all that time swooning her with that pretty scarf and all the free invitations."
"I-I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!!" Leon quickly stammered face red which only made his rival laugh loudly.
"We both know you're lying! I've known you for too long to not know when you've got a pupplio crush on someone! And as a man of romance myself, I happen to know all the ways of love-"
"PIERS!!," Leon quickly interrupted the amused gym leader all of a sudden. "H-How is he anyways? I saw you practically carrying him off the field. The fall he took was pretty brutal."
Raihan paused for a moment blinking before sighing and shaking his head. "He seemed alright but he thinks he might've busted his arm. Took off with to the Wyndon Hospital."
Leon hummed looking a little concerned and coughed thankful he was able to quickly advert Raihan's teasing...For now. "That's for the best. When I'm done here I'll go see if he's alright."
"You and me both. But I think for now we have another matter to settle."
Leon nodded. "The show must go on. Let's make sure to make Piers proud by putting on a good show for everyone."
"THE CHAMPION MATCH SHALL NOW BEGIN!! BATTLERS PLEASE GET TO YOUR PLACES AND READY YOUR POKEMON!!"
The two turned and began walking to their places once getting there the two most powerful trainers in Galar turning to face one another. Pokeballs in hands and the cold wind whipping the snowflakes around them both in some kind of flurry, waiting for the cue from the announcer to start the match. But that's not what they had gotten. Instead what happened was that the ground shook, which wouldn't have been too shocking considering this was a stadium made to withstand dynamaxing pokemon. But that wasn't the cause of the rubble. The ground shook like an earthquake on a sugar rush for a few but long feeling seconds, during that time both men on the field wobbled around arms flailing for balance before the earth collapsed in the middle of the field and a stream of blood red poured out of the frozen earth and into the dark sky above. Lighting the sky like some sick firework. Horror riddled across both men's faces as they stood there, as loose dirt and gravel was spewed their way from it. The harsh red light reflected in their shocked gold and blue eyes. And then among the red lights screams of panic began to scream out from the masses and the monitor turned on with a familiar face and voice.
"Hello there Leon and Raihan." Both men turned to the monitor hands over their eyes to shield from the harsh light and just barely making out the face of none other than the Chairman hacking into the giant screen. "Just letting you know I think it's time I brought about the Darkest Day. For the sake of Galar's future of course. But I'm in a bit of a pickle. The energy released by the Darkest Day is too much for me to contain. I'm sorry it's come to this. But it's you who forced my hand Leon. You refused to listen." And then the monitor cut out-
There was a high pitched scream as soon as the red light burst out of the ground making the whole place shake and on instinct you reached out and snatched the nearest screaming child into your arms in a protective hold. Allister whimpered and locked onto you as you pulled his scared form to you. Wide eyed you stared as the red light took up everything around the field and the two men fleeing from the field as a result. You didn't notice, but Hop and the twins did. As a result the three of them fled from the room, slamming the door behind them as everyone else was too busy panicking or watching the red light in horror. AND. YOU. REMEMBERED!! During the game's final battle between the player and Leon it would be interrupted by Chairman Rose in a crazy plan to 'help' everyone by releasing the ancient evil pokemon Eternatus that would bring destruction to all! But the player and Hop manages to team up with the two dog-like legendary pokemon to combat it at Hammerlocke Stadium where the Chairman's power plant was after receiving the ancient shield and sword from Postwick!! THAT'S WHAT YOU'VE BEEN FORGETTING THIS ENTIRE TIME!! Which meant that-...Your head snapped around you at the remaining children who were there. The triplets were huddled together, Elsa had her little brothers hanging onto her looking horrified, Bede and Felix could only look on in horror at what they were seeing, Marnie stood still where she was with her hands against the window too shocked at what happened to move, and Allister clung onto you scared out of his mind. But Gloria, Hop, and Victor were GONE!! WHERE DID THOSE THREE GO!? ....Oh NO- Your head whipped to the door and with Allister in your arms you RAN to the door, throwing it open to meet the sight of many, MANY league staff running up and down the halls and in and out of the many rooms around them. But no signs of any of those three missing children.
"HOP!? GLORIA!?", you yelled desperately snapping your head either way as the dread and sinking feeling in your gut sank into realization. Your arms reaching to cradle the whimpering boy in your arms. No...NO! NONONONONONO!!! THIS COULDN'T BE HAPPENING NOW! "VICTOR!?"
It was no use...They were gone. On their way back to Postwick in order to get the ancient sword and shield of the fallen heroes from the Slumbering Wield then off to where ever the Chairman was. ....YOU HAD TO GO AFTER THEM!! GAME PLAY BE DARNED THEY WERE JUST KIDS!! YOU HAD TO LEAVE AND HELP THEM!! And you would've....if something hadn't held you back. The whimper in your arms snapped you back in reality..and you slowly turned back into the room. All the children were still in there terrified and crying out from the shock as the sounds of panic set in. You couldn't leave these children here alone!! With three taking off to danger was bad, but you couldn't just leave all the others here by themselves!! Especially since Allister refused to not let go....Which a panicked whirled mind you made a choice. You stepped back in. And closed the door. Choosing to turn around and try to calm down the frightened children...Heh. Easier said than done. With Allister refusing to let go of you, you somehow managed to herd Elsa away from the window view and sit with her brothers on the couch. Two of which were crying while another kept asking where their mother and big brother were. Poor baby. You wished you could answer his question. Once or twice one of them would try to leave but you dragged them back and told them they had to stay unless they be swept up in the chaos. You tried not to look out the windows to see hundreds of people panicking, and screaming instead ordering everyone and pulling a couple to come sit down away from the windows as well and sit on the couch. Bouncing Allister in your other hand trying to keep him calm at the same time of calming down the others. You didn't blame them for panicking and being scared, but you weren't going to just let a bunch of young kids wonder around by themselves and get swept up in the chaos. You knew where the other three were heading. You didn't want anyone else panicking anymore than they should've with everyone sitting on the couch you took a head count of everyone and by some Miracle everyone except for the 3 missing teenagers were accounted for. But the next few hours weren't easy. Everything blurred as the skies grew dark and the MORE and MORE anxious you became. Practically sweating buckets by the time the sky had gone completely dark. You were worried scared! Pacing back and forth in front of the door as lots of people still shouted and ran around on the outside while you bounced Allister who clung to you and assured all the other kids it would be alright. Until you almost dropped Allister when the door all of a sudden behind you open. You yelped and jumped forward, giving a yell before turning around-....And breathed a sigh of absolute relief when none other was Ms. Opal stood there. The old woman didn't look the least bit bothered as she slowly walked into the room and calmly looked around, spotting Bede's shocked expression at seeing her.
"I came for that behavioral report."
You stared at her blank faced and numb for a moment before shaking your head. "I- He's fine!" You gestured a hand. "Bede's fine! But I need to ask a favor of you." The older woman rose a brow as you, as much as you hated to, started prying Allister from you. "There's some friends of mine who might get really hurt! If I don't go after them they're going to get in big trouble! PLEASE! Will you please take care of these guys until everyone comes back? I know I shouldn't ask but-"
The older woman held up a hand. "I am more than capable to handle these children."....Well that was pretty fast. And for some reason you believed she could if she can handle Bede. She held out her hands for Allister who was whimper at you prying him away. "Hand over the boy. You've handled the roles of ours long enough."
You sighed and nodded. "Thank you. Thank you so much." You finished untangling Allister from yourself before handing him over to Opal who easily took him into her arms. "Silver!" With a chirp the shiny pokemon came running over and in an instant you swept him up into your arms and made a beeline for the door. "THANK YOU AGAIN!!" You called over your shoulder to the older woman who nodded at you're retreating form.
With Silver in your arms you RAN through the building to the elevator practically spamming the down button as people ran around you Silver under one arm until with a ding the doors closed and down you went. Your heart pumping and lungs heaving with anticipation. The hotel. You HAD to get back to the hotel. As soon as the doors opened back up you RAN past all the people especially the ones giving you looks and out the lobby and stadium doors you went. With how crowded and noisy it was outside you would've thought the world was ending. And it might thanks to that airhead Chairman! WHAT ON EARTH WAS HE THINKING!? ...Ok. You get it was the gameplay. BUT WHAT WAS HE THINKING!? You ran directly into the crowds with silver under one arm and SHOVED your way through the crowds and through the streets. You didn't care how long it took you HAD to get to that hotel!! By some miracle your brain tuned out the noises and feeling of bodies pressing against you as you swam through the crowds, and made your way through. Despite it being dark you managed to remember your way through the crowds and someone made it to the less crowdy streets where you were free to run the rest of the way through the night and towards the giant fancy hotel. You didn't stop. Even when you barged into the fancy gold lobby and startled the hotel staff. You ran straight to the elevator, hoped into it, and spammed your floor's button until the doors closed. You waited with baited breath as you went up..Until with a ding the doors opened and you flew in. The first room you checked on instinct for them was the guys' room. No signs of Hop or Victor. In fact their things were gone too and the only thing left behind that they were there at all was the unmade bed. Leaving that behind, you raced to the room you shared with Gloria and threw that open as well. The same thing. Unmade bed and Gloria's things were gone indicating they had left. But your pack still laid where you left it that morning. Without hesitation you ran to it and grabbed the pack, throwing it over your shoulders as you ran back out. Good thing you packed everything away already. You HAD to get to Postwick!! Spamming the elevator back down to the ground floor, you ran up to the front desk startling the man behind it and DEMANDED to know where the train out of Wyndon was. As luck would have it, it was just a little bit past the square and near the stadium. You didn't hesitate to run back out and into the cold weather outside. Snowflakes and wind still falling from the storm clouds above. If you were lucky they might still be there having missed the afternoon train and be waiting for the night train instead. Lungs burning from the cold and tiredness you felt but your determination pushed you on until you got to the train station back through the big crowds. You were sweating, breathing heavily and Silver looked ready to pass out from the sheer stress of it all. You must've looked a shocking sight to the station master who blinked as you stumbled up to the booth he was in breathing heavily and reaching a hand out to grab the wall.
"P-PLEASE!! *GASP* When's....*wheeeeeeze* T-the next *gaaaaassp* T-TRAIN!?", you forced yourself to talk between gasps of air into your overworked lungs.
The man blinked before sputtering, "I-I- Not until morning, Miss. The night train's left almost two hours ago now."
THAT wouldn't stop you. Right then and there, you put Silver down, and reached into your pocket. Pulling out some of the last remaining money you had, you slapped it down on the counter heavily breathing still. "G-Give...*GASP* ticket-...F-For next....*gasp* one!"
The conductor did end up giving you a train ticket for the next one just a few hours away and you did NOT sleep a wink that night. Holding Silver in your arms as you sat there worried out of your mind as he fell asleep in your arms for hours, not being able to bring yourself to sleep. HOW COULD YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN THIS!? YOU REMEMBERED THE REST OF THE GAME! WHY DIDN'T YOU REMEMBER THIS BEFORE IT HAPPENED!? ..Didn't matter right now. You HAD to catch up with them. Hours passed and FINALLY at around six in the morning the first train of the day came in and you didn't hesitate. Rushing up despite the tired feeling in your bones jostling Silver from his slumber. You shoved your ticket into the slot on the gate ways and made your way through the open doors. Going to the nearest seat and just plopping yourself down. As if it would take off as soon as you did. And after about fifthteen more minutes the doors closed and off you went towards Postwick. Days passed as you traveled more and more by train. Resuming your routine of BARELY sleeping on the seats during the nights and just sitting, watching, worrying out the window. The same thoughts circling over and over and OVER again in your head. How could have forgotten? The one thing you should've known and you forgotten...You HAD to make sure they were ok. The silence of the train combined with your lonesome....Had it always been this quiet? Usually by now if you were with one of them Hop would go on a speech about amazing history facts or Victor would be telling you something related to his hobbies. Heck. At one point you could've sworn Gloria would be right there with a bright smile and shoving her phone in your face to watch something she found cool...You would take anything over the silence. You always had silence at home if your mother wasn't nagging you and you had come to like the silence more than her voice, but now....You would take them having a petty fight over the still silence. Your only saving grace was Silver who when he wasn't laying on the table or seat would dig in your pack for food and shove something for you to eat into your hands with a demanding chirp and would screech if you didn't eat it then and there in front of him. He may have been a pain, but at least he was your pain. You weren't sure exactly how much time had flown past since you had left Wyndon, days were blurring together, but you did notice the city turned into farmland a long time into this trip. ....That must've meant you were getting close right? Everytime you stopped and it wasn't Wedgeherst you mumbled curses under your breath and praying for the train to just GO already until it finally did. One night you just couldn't sleep. Letting your head touch the cold glass of the window, about to nod off before jolting back awake and repeating the cycle until-
"ZZZTT. Attention Passengers!," the conductor announced over the speakers to anyone left on board. "We'll be arriving at Wedgeherst Station within ten minutes. That is all."
You IMMEDIATELY STOOD WIDE AWAKE!! WEDGEHERST!! THAT WAS IT!! You once again jolted Silver awake when you abruptly grabbed him up into your arms with your pack and stood with a determined face. This was it! Maybe you'd catch them here! And how did you know it was Wedgehurst? Well the familiar town and the farm houses with flocks of wooloo the shepherds were herding in the fields as you all went past gave it away before you arrived around six in the morning at the train station. Flying off the train like a rapidash on a sugar rush! You burst into the familiar woodened stadium panting ...and looking around. Everything looked the same from the wooden floors to the man at the booth who blinked towards you rushing in.
"Attention Passengers! The morning train leaving Wedgehurst Station will depart in fifthteen minutes! Please exit or enter the train within that time. That's all!"
Fifthteen minutes. YOU ONLY HAD FIFTHTEEN MINUTES TO GET BACK ONTO THAT TRAIN AND GET TO HAMMERLOCKE BEFORE IT LEFT YOU STRANDED!! Rushing to think your head shot to the man in the booth and he jolted when you dashed up to him panting and clearly distressed!! He would know surely if a trio of teenagers got onto the train sometime before you. You stared at him hard before speaking.
"HEY! Excuse me!," you yelled despite him being right there making him blink more. Considering how small this town was and how this guy had a job here he must've been local! Which meant he would surely know who Leon's family was being semi celebs here, "I need to know if three kids ever got on this train here recently! One was a guy with purple hair! It's an emergency!"
the man didn't respond for a moment, only blinking. Before he rose a brow. "I-...Well yes recently there was a couple kids who got on."
"How long ago!?"
"I-...I d-don't know! A day..maybe a day and a half ago??"
One or two days! So you weren't that far behind them! Reaching back into your pocket, you slapped whatever money you had left on that booth. "I need a ticket for the morning train RIGHT N O W!!"
The man scared by your yelling, did indeed give you your ticket. Without looking back, you immediately used it to board back onto the train to ride it back to Hammerlocke. You weren't far behind them then! That was good! Bad news though you were still behind! Which meant you had to catch up as fast as you could! Feeling more determined, you steeled your worries to the side and pushed on. This time sleeping and eating better to keep up your strength as the train went along. Paying attention to every stop and announcement the conductor made, checking to make sure it was the right stop. OH!! WHEN YOU GOT YOUR HANDS ON THAT ROSE GUY HE WAS IN BIG BIG TROUBLE!!! The train continued on and on and your worry grew less, your angry growing in it's place. THAT GUY WAS SO DEAD MEAT!! The train carried you on and on. Day after day. Night after night. Until one fateful morning when you again couldn't manage to sleep-
"Attention Passengers! The morning train will be arriving at Hammerlocke Station in ten mintues! That's all!"
HAMMERLOCKE!! THIS WAS IT!! YOUR STOP!! Standing up you immediately began walking your way over to the doors and stood there as the train rattled on. Eventually slowing to a stop coming near the city. Slowly the train came to a stop and the doors open to the cold air and the dark morning greeted you. No light to be found yet are you immediately ran out of the train and into Hammerlocke's familiar stadium. Running past you noticed the small curry place in the corner you recognized and knew! You were in Hammerlocke alright! But no one was here! Most likely because the place had been evacuated like in the game when the player arrived, only to find Raihan there-...And like in game you would also find him. Stepping out of the pokemon center, you turned in the night and booked it down the castle looking street up towards the deserted gym where you would know they would head. And you heard...Yelling? The closing you got you heard it louder. And then you saw it. DRAGON BOY!! Raihan was there! He looked to be horrified as he gazed at the sky above him.
Breathing heavily, you raced right towards them. "RAIHAN!!"
Your voice echoed all around the otherwise deserted pace as your feet slapped against the pavement heading right towards the two guys who seemed shocked to see you of all people there. Raihan blinking. "....Y-Y/n?!''
Raihan nearly fell over as you harshly grabbed him and shook his jacket with surprising strength "WHERE'S HOP AND GLORIA!? AND WHERE'S VICTOR!?"
"They ran on ahead into the stadium." He spoke eyes spinning as he shook his head. "I tried to stop them...Honest I did. But they were too fast for me to catch them." He pointed up. "Then that appeared just before you grabbed me!"
You felt your stomach drop. "WHAT!?"
"The city was evacuated when Leon got here. I'm supposed to be in there helping him but then these guys side blinded me when they rushed in! It's not safe for you here!"
You stared at him silently before faster than Raihan could comprehend, you turned and started running away from him Silver at your heels.
He blinked. "H-HEY! WAIT A MINUTE!! IT'S TOO DANGEROUS TO GO IN THERE!" And he ran after your form.
You didn't stop. You already knew the way anyways! The player would go into the stadium and take that fancy elevator down into the powerplant, fight the Chairman, and then take another lift to the very top of the roof where they would find Leon and battle Eternatus! So that's EXACTLY where you went. Right into the stadium, around the corner and right up to that fancy lift. Practically spamming the down button on the thing until it dinged and the doors opened.
"HEY, SASSY!! WAIT UP A MINUTE!!" You ignored Raihan as you immediately stepped into the elevator, unfortunately he was able to catch up fast enough to jump into the lift as well just before the doors closed and with a ding noise the two of you descended. He breathed a bit shivering from the cold outside before looking around the lift...before to you're angry face staring at the doors. "H-Hey. What's up with you bursting in like this? How'd you even manage to get into Hammerlocke in the first place?!"
"I took the train!," you answered truthfully, "Guess you forgot to shut down the entrance from the station." He blinked surprised. "Look! Those kids are in trouble and you sure as heck aren't stopping me from helping them! Where's Leon?"
He held up his hands. "Hey. Take it easy there." He pointed a finger up. "He flew in a little while ago while we were evacuating but I don't know what's been going on up there."
"You'll see soon enough."
He didn't know what that meant, and you didn't answer anymore only looking ahead as you continued down. Until another Ding noise rang out and the doors opened. You didn't even wait for him immediately running out and down the metal platform. A giant opening to the right was where you would find where the player would battle the Chairman. AND FROZE!! Almost tripping over your own feet and falling onto your face as someone came around the corner and Raihan caught up to you. You both watched wide eyed as none other than the Chairman himself casually walked around the corner like it was just another day at the office, straightening his tie! But paused seeing the both of you there. For a moment all three of you stared at one another before a sigh came from the older man who shook his head.
"I see that I'm seeing a lot of familiar faces today."
....You scowled and pointed at him walking forward. "WHERE'S HOP AND GLORIA!? WHAT DID YOU DO WITH THEM!?"
Mr. Rose simply turned his head to the other elevator at the end of the hall. "I'm afraid you just missed them. You see they are on their way up to see dear Leon. Unfortunately I'm afraid they're lacking. If they couldn't get to the end of the tournament what hope would they have to help Leon?" YOUR. RAGE. B O I L E D. "Yes. I'm afraid we're all doomed."
He looked back to you. You were already walking for him when you asked where the two went, but he hadn't expected was when two smaller but strong hands GRABBED the front of his suit jacket, and with surprising strength, SLAMMED the man to the side against the wall. Which made a metal thud when he got slammed against his back, one arm forcibly laying itself across his chest to make sure he couldn't move. His light green eyes stared down at you wide eyed as did Raihan. Both men stared at you as you snarled like a beast teeth clenched.
"Listen here you stupid old man," you growled through your teeth, lowly, threatening in a way the Chairman was NOT used to seeing since he absolutely froze under your grip. "This is all YOUR fault! How dumb were you to see that this wouldn't save Galar!? That monster you unleashed will kill everyone in it's path and you decided to release it anways!?" You snapped. "IF ANY OF THOSE KIDS ARE HURT WHEN I GET UP THERE I SWEAR NO MATTER WHERE YOU GO I WILL FIND YOU AND MAKE YOU W I S H THAT ETERNATUS HAD FOUND YOU BEFORE I DID!!"
With a last shove to him, you turned and RAN down the hallway and to the elevator. Spamming the button open and hopping in. Pushing the up button for dear life until the doors closed and with a ding you started upwards. Both men stood there stunned for a long moment before the Chairman looked over at the sound of footsteps and looked over to Raihan ABSOLUTELY ANGRY at him despite the calm look he held.
"....I could threaten you more for destroying my gym, but I think her words work well enough for me."
You breathed heavily, panting in fear as the elevator took you up and up and up towards the roof. Until with another ding noise sounded and you ran out. Turning and following the red stairs up...And what you were met with stopped you in your tracks. Wind blew all around you like crazy. The roof completely destroyed. Purple storm and lightning all around you as pieces of the roof whirled. And in front of you was a battle. A battle between four pokemon and two kids all fighting a GIANT SKELETON WORM THING!! Two of the four pokemon in front of the kids dog like...And you stared. THE BATTLE AGAINST THE BIG BAD ENEMY!! This was it and you recognized those pokemon! The legendary ones from the game cases depending if you bought Pokemon Sword or Pokemon Shield. They must've been in the final stages of this battle! In the game the player and Hop battled with those two in order to capture Eternatus and then eventually win after Leon couldn't-.....LEON!? Your head whipped to the side and your eyes widened in shock at what you saw. Leon's proud Charizard, hurt and knocked out laying on the ground and the Champion himself not looking too hot. Looking as if he was standing with a limp, covered in bruises and scraps and beside him was Victor. Leon half holding the boy behind him in a protective stance, even in danger against a legendary he was still prepared to protect his little siblings. CLANK!! You gave a yell and jumped away as a metal piece of the once roof finally broke lose from the wind and slammed onto the ground right next to you. THAT WAS CLOSE!! Just a few more inches and it would've completely crushed your legs! Raihan was right! This place was too dangerous for anyone to be here! ...Your head snapped up and around towards Leon, as a heavy looking piece of roof came right for his hurt form and Victor shivering just behind him. And your eyes widened....YOU. RAN!! Right for them arms out and one goal in mind.
"LEON LOOK OUT!!"
Leon barely had time to turn his head to you before a force suddenly hit his chest strong enough to knock him out of the pathway of the falling roof piece having a domino effect as his body collided with Victor and shoved him back. But replacing you with it. With no time to dodge out of the way from impact as the thing slammed into you. Pain exploding.
....And then everything went black.
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