your-friend-silver

[your-friend-silver]

ELIAS- this might be a weird question but since you're 19, is the Silver body you're "puppeteering" also 19? Or is he still the age he is in the original game (11-14 maybe?)

// i can actually answer this OOC since he probably cant due to the event IC right now --

// the body he's controlling is really just a hollow shell of pixels, so he and by extension everyone else in his game that doesn't have a soul are ageless aside from what the actual story implies they are.

// elias got trapped in his senior year of high school - at 16. he did more or less age while he was inside, which is why he's taller, a bit lankier, and less vividly colored. by the time the pokepasta (and by extension this blog) takes place, he's been trapped, aging, and warping his soul into something horrible for around 3 or more years. you'd probably go insane too if you had to follow a script like oak enforces for that long.

[your-friend-silver]

// i'll update again soon i promise ;_; i just have art block rn

[your-friend-silver]

The Nuzlight struggles to respond to your input, something must be happening that's preventing you from gaining access to the game at this point...

Your vision focuses on the dual screens before you. You're completely outside of the game, only able to view it from a third person view.

You finally notice on the screens that there's now a save file on the top, MIA's Pearl file, and an HGSS save file on the bottom...

You're caught between two choices, now.

@your-friend-silver

[your-friend-silver]

I don’t know if I’m able to ask this or not but do you have any other blogs ?? I collect them like filling a pokedex and your art/character design is really cool !!

// i actually also own @r4tinacage ! :)

[your-friend-silver]

Prof, should we call him Silver or...?

[ Silver...? is now available for asks. ]

[your-friend-silver]

Why do I think that if Elias ever got high, he would look like Hotaku from Vibingleaf’s Bootleg Pokémon video?

// wh

// THIS ONE???

// THATS A WHOLE ANIMAL

[your-friend-silver]

Mh.. :( You know I don't like that he forgets me everytime you do this old man...

But since I know it's only ever a temporary change-

I have to admit even I find him so CUTE when he's ditzy like this <3

- @monophobic-valentine

[your-friend-silver]

I assume he can't hear us right now...?

[your-friend-silver]

There's really no one you would regret forgetting? Regret leaving behind - alone?

[your-friend-silver]

[PREVIOUS]

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[your-friend-silver]

// show of hands everyone, who wants me to deposit the sopping wet cat into their ask boxes

[your-friend-silver]

[After seeing the support from my Canadian friends, ELIAS and MIA mods, I felt inspired to weigh in on behalf of my fellow Americans out there.]

[I am as shaken by the news as anyone else right now, but during times like this, I want to take a page out of CODY's book and say: Even when it feels like the world doesn't want you to exist, stay alive out of spite. Even when there are people against you, there are still so, so many people who will love and support you in spite of them. Surround yourself with them, and you will be able to persevere through anything.]

[I've come to understand that PKMN-MONOCHROME has become a source of comfort for people during times when they needed it the most. I hope to continue being that for you right now, as well. Thank you, and please take good care of yourselves.]

[your-friend-silver]

...Oh!

Well, I guess I can't be shocked you'd find a way to follow me here eventually..

Hey, Pinkie. :)

- @your-friend-silver

[your-friend-silver]

CLANK.

The sound of metal hitting the old floors they stood on. Followed by a clinking chain.

Elias held his beartrap up, gripping the metal chain with enough firmness to make his already pale knuckles turn pure white.

"I don't want to "heal" anymore."

The silence in the room seemed tense. A different kind of tense. One that anticipated something horrible for either party.

"I lost that desire a looooong time ago. That person I used to be out there is dead."

This time.. Elias takes a step forward. His wide-eyed stare almost resembled a wild animal that had finally found itself a new prey.

"Hurt is all that's left of me. I won't take the words of a man who never even helped his own grandkid to heart when you can't even remember his actual name half the time." He sneers, before muttering. "..You're just like him, in that way.."

Sheesh.. I guess the old man being a dickhead is a constant between my game and his.

- @your-friend-silver

( congratulations! you get: narrative writing because im too lazy to set up the oak's lab scene for sprites hsjdhfhf )

It's not a familiar face to OAK, but he knows it still. Can see the familiarity in the code, how it parallels neatley with this cartridge's. He isn't from this generation, so then it must be...

He lets his gaze fall over the boy, unreadable except for clear judgement at the uncanny appearance. Yes, he knows this. He knows the base appearance, at least, and there's been plenty of players of BLUE's game, so he can easily sort through memories buried in code to figure out the specifics.

There. Yes, perfect.

[ “, Burnt up your RIVAL'S Pokémon to give him a scare, yes, yes, horrible! ” ]

[ “ ...I'm just kidding. That's not the important part. Is it, ELIAS? ” ]

One, two steps and he's still half-glaring.

[ “ What was it that MAXIMUS said? You were....too intense for him. Yes, yes, so you wandered into a forest and got yourself killed. Tragic, but I've heard worse. ” ]

Three, four, a clock on the wall ticks with empty time, pre-set and inaccurate.

[ “ Perhaps you're here for a reason. Do you want something, SILVER? A proper welcome? ” ]

Five, six, and his expression goes blank. He casts a glance at the PC, which still displays a almost frozen picture of BLUE at the coast's edge.

He shifts his gaze back, offers the boy a fake smile.

[ “ Hello, there.

Welcome to the world of POKEMON! ” ]

[your-friend-silver]

Seeing as I'm Canadian I can't tell just how bad it's going to be over there, but most of the people I know on here are. I made this to help y'all remember that this isn't the end. I believe all of you can survive and make it through this. <3

if my pokepastas are anyone's comfort characters, i hope this made your day just a little better!

[your-friend-silver]

"No."

It's abrupt and without any hesitation. Instantly shutting Oak down, and turning back towards him.

"If you actually understood, you'd know it's already too late for me. I'm not stupid enough to believe you have good intentions with that overplayed bullshit."

"You professors are all the same, y'know that? Because the first time I woke up in this form that other you practically said those EXACT words. Just to make me trust him enough to get closer."

He reaches behind his back, as if grabbing something.

"Because if I'm too broken to 'heal', the only way to make me function to him was to make me forget."

Sheesh.. I guess the old man being a dickhead is a constant between my game and his.

- @your-friend-silver

( congratulations! you get: narrative writing because im too lazy to set up the oak's lab scene for sprites hsjdhfhf )

It's not a familiar face to OAK, but he knows it still. Can see the familiarity in the code, how it parallels neatley with this cartridge's. He isn't from this generation, so then it must be...

He lets his gaze fall over the boy, unreadable except for clear judgement at the uncanny appearance. Yes, he knows this. He knows the base appearance, at least, and there's been plenty of players of BLUE's game, so he can easily sort through memories buried in code to figure out the specifics.

There. Yes, perfect.

[ “, Burnt up your RIVAL'S Pokémon to give him a scare, yes, yes, horrible! ” ]

[ “ ...I'm just kidding. That's not the important part. Is it, ELIAS? ” ]

One, two steps and he's still half-glaring.

[ “ What was it that MAXIMUS said? You were....too intense for him. Yes, yes, so you wandered into a forest and got yourself killed. Tragic, but I've heard worse. ” ]

Three, four, a clock on the wall ticks with empty time, pre-set and inaccurate.

[ “ Perhaps you're here for a reason. Do you want something, SILVER? A proper welcome? ” ]

Five, six, and his expression goes blank. He casts a glance at the PC, which still displays a almost frozen picture of BLUE at the coast's edge.

He shifts his gaze back, offers the boy a fake smile.

[ “ Hello, there.

Welcome to the world of POKEMON! ” ]

[your-friend-silver]

"No."

It's abrupt and without any hesitation. Instantly shutting Oak down, and turning back towards him.

"If you actually understood, you'd know it's already too late for me. I'm not stupid enough to believe you have good intentions with that overplayed bullshit."

"You professors are all the same, y'know that? Because the first time I woke up in this form that other you practically said those EXACT words. Just to make me trust him enough to get closer."

He reaches behind his back, as if grabbing something.

"Because if I'm too broken to 'heal', the only way to make me function to him was to make me forget."

Sheesh.. I guess the old man being a dickhead is a constant between my game and his.

- @your-friend-silver

( congratulations! you get: narrative writing because im too lazy to set up the oak's lab scene for sprites hsjdhfhf )

It's not a familiar face to OAK, but he knows it still. Can see the familiarity in the code, how it parallels neatley with this cartridge's. He isn't from this generation, so then it must be...

He lets his gaze fall over the boy, unreadable except for clear judgement at the uncanny appearance. Yes, he knows this. He knows the base appearance, at least, and there's been plenty of players of BLUE's game, so he can easily sort through memories buried in code to figure out the specifics.

There. Yes, perfect.

[ “, Burnt up your RIVAL'S Pokémon to give him a scare, yes, yes, horrible! ” ]

[ “ ...I'm just kidding. That's not the important part. Is it, ELIAS? ” ]

One, two steps and he's still half-glaring.

[ “ What was it that MAXIMUS said? You were....too intense for him. Yes, yes, so you wandered into a forest and got yourself killed. Tragic, but I've heard worse. ” ]

Three, four, a clock on the wall ticks with empty time, pre-set and inaccurate.

[ “ Perhaps you're here for a reason. Do you want something, SILVER? A proper welcome? ” ]

Five, six, and his expression goes blank. He casts a glance at the PC, which still displays a almost frozen picture of BLUE at the coast's edge.

He shifts his gaze back, offers the boy a fake smile.

[ “ Hello, there.

Welcome to the world of POKEMON! ” ]