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The room was dimly lit. The walls were cold and dark grey. You felt the stone pressing against your fingertips, as you felt and adjusted to your surroundings.

It was a little unnerving, your situation. You couldn’t really remember much before you got here. It hurts to try and remember. You decide not to think too hard about it, for now. A headache won’t help. Not while you’re somewhere unfamiliar. You might encounter danger, and you’d want to be in the best condition you can be for that.

You look around the room. You seem to be in some kind of cell. There were walls made of glass between you, and the rest of the room. The glass walls connected to a dark grey opaque wall, that the rest of the room outside the glass shared.

There were keyboards and screens outside of your cell. There were nine screens in total, each about the same size, aligned like a grid. Six of the screens were dark, and two only showed static. The only working screen seemed to come from the perspective of a security camera. 

You looked at the screen, and saw someone standing there. They wore a washed out cyan dress thing that barely covered their body. You couldn’t remember what the style of clothing was called, but you recognized that it was something usually given to hospital patients in films. The person lacked any other clothes apart from that, and their pale hair was long and unkempt. They were facing away from the camera.

You turned around. You saw a camera across from your cell. Next to the camera was an open doorway. You could see part of the hall. 

That person in the camera was you! So that’s what you look like….

You start moving your hands around your body. You took a strand of hair. It was pale colored, almost white, but not quite. It seemed to have a faint tinge of yellow in it. You knew the word for that… What was it?

Ivory. Yes, you remember now. That color is called ivory. 

Your hands and legs were also scarily pale, but not ivory colored like your hair. It was unnaturally pale, like a ghost. You compared your hair to your hand.

Your skin was almost as pale as your hair, just separable by the fact that your skin had tinges of red in it, rather than yellow like your hair.

You began admiring yourself more and more, pulling at your clothes, and staring down at your feet, as you stood up.

You were shocked out of your self exploration though, when you heard loud and angry voices, moving through the hall, towards your room. They shouted in thick accents that weren’t familiar to you. It made it hard to understand what they were saying. Every now and then, you’d be able to make out bits and pieces of the conversation.

Things like ‘No signs of it’ and ‘hard work going to waste’. You could have sworn they might’ve been talking about you when they mentioned the word ‘Experiment’. Why else would they have you in this cell, if not to do things with you. Or worse. To you.

Your face scrunched up in anxiety, as you wondered what awaited you. You made your way over to the corner closest to the grey wall, and farthest away from the doorway that led to the hall. You curled up on your knees, trying not to be seen, as you knew there was no way for you to escape your predicament.

A large, fat man entered the room. His disposition made him seem like a giant pig to you. Only thing that was missing was some floppy ears and a curly tail. He was rather grumpy looking, with his hairy arms crossed around his chest in a huff, as he stared at what you assume to be an assistant. Their assistant, in your opinion, seemed like a colorful bird to you. Even with a lab coat on, she wore all sorts of flashy colors, but purple seemed to be her favorite of them all, since that’s the color that stood out most, apart from her sterile white coat. She smelled strongly of herbs.

It wasn’t long before the fat man began to speak.

“How’s the progress been with this one? Do you remember? All these kids started looking the same to me a long time ago.”

Then the colorful lady responded.

“Not good. I remember this one, since he’s the only albino of the group. After the experiments on his brain, to learn about his telepathic abilities, and ability to understand Pokémon, he’s completely lost his memory. We don’t even know if he can remember how to talk at all now.”

Oh. 

Oh no. 

That’s you they’re talking about, isn’t it? They did this to you? And now you can’t remember anything. You had something they wanted, and they destroyed it and you in the process, didn’t they?

You looked up at the two, staring at them with a hollow expression. They don’t even seem to notice. It’s like you’re not even there, to them. You don’t exist in their eyes. They only see what they find as useful. You’re just a tool. A broken tool now. Abused and irreparable.

And it’s all their fault.

You analyze their faces. You promise yourself not to forget them. If you saw them before you lost your memories, you won’t forget them again this time.

Through all your bitter and anxious thoughts and feelings, you hadn’t been listening to anything they said. The two had stopped talking by now, having been going through the screens on the other side of the room.

The colorful lady spoke again.

“That’s strange… These screens seem broken.”

The fat man only snorted, as if it were a scoff. He has a large scowl on his face.

“I told you, we should have gotten better cameras. It’s not the screens, I’m sure of it. They were working just fine yesterday. But the camera in RLA06’s room looked like it was ready to fall off the wall. Poor craftsmanship. Someone’s been cheaping out, when getting our security in place.”

The lady sighed, clearly having heard similar rants from the large man before.

“I’ll take a look at them, once I’m finished with looking over the recent files and documents. The boss has been working me to the bone as of recently, since I’m the best at anything computerized. It’s just too much work.”

The two left the room, through a metal door, to the left of the screens and keyboards, that you hadn’t noticed. It was hidden at an angle, and it didn’t help that the door nearly camouflaged with the wall.

You uncurled from your sitting position, feeling the floor with your hands. Just like how you did when you woke up.

It was cold. Your whole body felt cold too. As if the conversation you just heard, absolutely chilled you to your core.

You now, more than anything else, wanted to remember yourself. Who you were. What you were like. What happened before all of this. How you ended up here.

You had so many questions, but no one to ask them to. You felt so utterly alone, it made you want to cry. You began to tear up, curling in on yourself once more. You hugged your chest tightly.

How old were you? How old were you when you got here? How long have you been here since then?

What’s your name? Why can’t you remember your own name?!

…

You had fallen asleep in your position. Curled up and exhausted from tears and stress. But all that was interrupted, as an alarm startled you out of your sleep. 

Red lights and loud blaring noises practically screamed at your senses, disorienting and frightening you greatly. You, along with your senses, were thrown into a panic.

Suddenly, a glass door opened in front of you. Your cell had opened up.

Your eyes widened in realization, as you immediately took the chance at escape. You bolted out of your cell, running barefoot across the facility that held you.

It was like a maze. You had no idea where you were going. Where the exit was. What awaited you outside. What outside even looked like.

But you didn’t care. You just needed to get away from here. You didn’t even stop to check on anything else. All you could think of was escape, as red flashing lights and loud alarm bells clouded your thoughts and senses.

Eventually, after tireless running in fear and adrenaline, you found an exit. Two doors with small windows on top, that filtered in a trace amount of natural light. You could hear a bit of pittering pattering noises coming from outside, like an army of small pebbles hitting against the doors.

With a feeling of anticipation, you shoved the doors open, and entered the outside.

It was raining… You could see the sun trying to escape between rows and rows of grey clouds.

The rain felt nice against your skin. It was cold, refreshing, and new. It promised you of freedom.

Suddenly, you could hear people coming from behind you. It was the staff belonging to the facility.

No! They’d put you back in your cell! You can’t go back! Not again!

That sense of freedom you felt, had now vanished. Now it was replaced with feelings of dread and fear. You tried to move, but your legs felt heavy. You struggled to move from your spot.

The sky darkened above you. You turned up to look, and thought you saw a large Pokémon.

Your vision went dark.

You can’t… remember… anything… after that.

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“Ivory..?”

….

“Ivory!”

You wake up from your sleep. You were dreaming. What were you dreaming about again? You can’t remember.

You can hear Andromeda’s steps, as he makes his way up the wooden stairs. You’re still too lazy to get up, but you’re awake.

Andromeda reached your room in the attic, staring at you now, as you lay on your mattress. You glance up at him lazily, with a moody expression. Your long hair trails down the side of the mattress, and across your face.

Andromeda seems to snort in amusement at you. You’d probably giggle at yourself too, if you weren’t feeling so tired from being awake.

“Are you still tired? Your bed head is pretty bad.”

You blink, silently agreeing with Andy in your head. Though, you don’t really make much effort to communicate. You don’t talk. Ever. At least not with your voice. Andy’s mom was kind enough to teach you sign language. She seemed to have experience with this sort of thing, though it wouldn’t come as a shock, if she just learned sign language for fun.

She was just that sort of person. Always seeking knowledge. For what end, you’re not sure. Maybe there’s no real reason for it, besides the fun of it. You figure that’s reason enough, to learn something. 

Andromeda seems to have noticed you spacing out, because he’s giggling again.

“Well don’t sleep in too long. Today’s the day where I get my first Pokémon! And… I want you to be there too, okay?”

Ah, right. That.

Since Andy’s mom took you in, you had been helping out Professor Pine. The person who usually gives out Pokémon and Pokedexes in this town.

Professor Pine is pretty eccentric. He always dressed super flashy, had spiky red hair, and talked like he was perpetually trapped in the 90’s. Everyone in Acorn Town found him irritating, confusing, or downright obnoxious. But you got along great with him, finding him funny at times. You both were pretty different on the outside, but you felt you both had something in common below the surface.

You could never quite put it into words though.

You got a Pokedex from him, but not a Pokémon. Most Pokémon seem intimidated by you. You don’t want to come near them, if they’re afraid of you. Why bother trying to be friends with a Pokémon that can’t even look at you, without cowering?

You must’ve had a pretty upset expression, because Andy’s face had suddenly grown concerned and sympathetic.

“You’re still upset about not getting a Pokémon last time, aren’t you?”

Andy’s expression became a determined smile after, like it was meant to reassure you. You didn’t feel reassured, but you didn’t feel not reassured either. Still, you liked Andromeda’s smile.

“I’m sure you’ll get a Pokémon this time Ivory! Maybe we’ll get one together! I have a feeling this’ll be the day! And then, we’ll have our first Pokémon battle!”

Andromeda sounded so sure. But you weren’t very hopeful. It had been three times that Professor Pine handed out a trio of Pokémon to new trainers. And each time, the Pokémon rejected you. They backed away from you. You didn’t feel like trying again.

But you’d come anyway. At least for Andromeda. You wanted to be by his side, as he got his partner Pokémon. You wanted to see him happy.

You sat up slowly from your mattress. Your long and pale hair, dangled strands over your face. You look like a girl from a horror movie.

It was already bad enough that the people in Acorn Town could barely tell your gender. You didn’t really care per se. Part of you, kind of liked keeping an air of mystery about you. Made you feel more special and interesting, than you knew you truly were.

No, the real problem was when they assumed you were a girl, and had these strange expectations about you. Though, even if you were a girl, you were sure you’d act the same as you always do. Un-ladylike, as the older women called you.

Andy’s mom told you that they were just set in their ways, and to not pay them any attention. You tried to tell the older ladies before that you were a boy, but they either didn’t understand sign language, or were geriatric, and forgot the next day. You were sure they were going blind and senile, since they always said the same things without fail.

You were a boy though. You knew that for certain. Always have been, always will be. Didn’t matter if you looked like you could fit into either gender. You liked how you looked, and you knew who and what you were. That’s what’s important here.

You’d not cut your hair a certain way, or dress any different, than how you want to. Just because of someone else making you feel pressured to.

You looked around the room. Andy noticed you spacing out again. 

You always did that quite often, when waking up. In your own head, with thoughts of everything catching up to you, now that your brain is coming online.

Andy just smiled at you, letting you adjust. Maybe you’d ask his mom to give you some coffee. You were sure that she wouldn’t mind.

“I’ll leave the room, so you can get dressed Ivy. Then I’ll meet you by the door, so we can see the Professor!”

And so with the politeness of a Saint, Andy graciously left your room. Perfect. Now you can space out, whenever you want, without feeling embarrassed about someone else having to deal with your sleepy overthinking brain.

The attic had enough furniture and stuff, for you to properly get yourself situated, for whatever awaited you outside. It had a mattress with a blanket and pillows. Andy’s mom was even kind enough to give you a Clefairy plush. Then there was the closet, and the drawer with a mirror in its center.

You’d sit on the seat, in front of the mirror.

You remembered how Andy’s mom would occasionally do your hair. You recalled how she said your hair was unexpected in texture to her. When you first met, your hair felt coarse, like straw. It was dried out, and not taken care of properly.

Your hair had different needs than Andy’s apparently, and his mom struggled to find what fitted yours for a long time. But eventually, she did it, and your hair has been soft and springy ever since.

You didn’t expect to feel so happy, about your hair being healthy of all things. But… It did feel nice to have someone try so hard to take care of a part of you. Even if you deemed it to be unnecessary. You felt wanted.

She also styled your hair lots too. Andy had pretty short hair. The elders of Acorn Town deemed Andy’s hair as long for a boy. Ha, it’s no wonder they assumed you were a girl. Your hair is outrageous in comparison.

Andy always wore a frog green hat, with puffs at the side, that reminded you of space buns. It even had yellow stars at the ends. It contrasted well with the color of his purple eyes.

That hat covered most of Andy’s wild and brown hair. He let you touch it once. It was very soft and smooth.

You had to let him touch your hair in return. It was only fair. He braided your stupid long hair, and you kept it like that for a week, until Andy’s mom demanded you wash. Then the braid got ruined. You're kind of upset about that still.

Andy offered to braid your hair again, but you declined. You’d prefer he try other styles, next time he messes with your hair.

Ha! All this thinking about hair styles. And you’re just staring blankly into a mirror, with your messy bed head. You look like a swamp monster. You had strange red eyes, and black where white was supposed to be, like a monster probably would. 

Even though it was rarely brought to attention, likely out of politeness, it did make you feel other, quite often.

You pose in the mirror, trying to imitate what you imagine a swamp monster would look like. You raised your hands, and let them flop lazily in front of you. You smiled deviously into the mirror, through the hair covering your face.

You blew a puff of air, against the hair in front of your face. 

Okay, enough fooling around. Andy is waiting for you.

You open up a drawer, looking for the hair supplies. You take a scrunchie, and start tying up your hair.

You style your hair, similar to how you’d imagine an elf would. You braid your hair around the sides of the top half of your head five times. You take the scrunchie, and tie the braids together, forming what you nicknamed the ‘Butterfly knot’. Because that’s what it looked like, in your opinion. You used the center braid, to tie the four other braids together, so that all four poke out, and use the scrunchie to hold it in place.

Andy called it a bow tie, but you’d argue a bow tie would loop around more. You’re not skilled enough to do that. You’re sure that if you tried, you’d just get frustrated.

The rest of your hair, you just let hang loose, with one strand on each side over the front of your shoulders. You just wanted to be stylish enough to look good for yourself. You’re not really a fashionista of any sorts, or even really want to be. 

Hard to be, when you wear the same clothes for days on end. Andy’s mom has to put it in the wash, when you’re not looking, just to make sure it’s cleaned.

Speaking of clothes, you need to get properly dressed. You slept in your black tank top, and white pj pants. That’s not gonna cut it, for meeting the professor.

You’d ditch the pants, and slip on some maroon shorts. You’ll keep the tank top though. It’s not like anyone will notice. You always wear something over it anyway.

And that something, would be a purple cloak. You really liked the color purple. Aside from your tank top, maroon shorts, black boots with white fuzz, and black fingerless gloves, every pair of clothing you owned was some shade of purple.

Your cloak had fuzz around the neck area, and three laces just below the neck, as if to connect the fuzz together. But it was really just a style thing. It also had a darker purple stripe, around the bottom. 

You quite liked your cloak. Even though your eyes made you seem odd around everyone else, you admired how the purple really brought out the red in your eyes.

Admiring your reflection just a second more, turning from left to right a few times, you decided to slip on your fingerless gloves and boots, and head downstairs.

Once you’re downstairs, you see Andy get off the couch in the living room to your left, and is now standing in front of you with a grin. Andy has a backpack, hat, green shirt, belt, and everything else he could need, looking ready to go. 

You roll your eyes with a smirk. Andy already looked like he was starting his adventure to travel the world, and fill up a Pokedex. You didn’t bother grabbing any bag or equipment.

Even if you got a Pokémon, which you more than likely won’t, you’d still have to come back to the house anyway. Can’t just leave without telling Andy’s mom where you’re going after all. You know she’s not your mom, but she’s the best you have. She lets you sleep in her house, feeds you, clothes you, and all that stuff.

The least you could do was tell her where you’d be going, before you went anywhere far from home.

Andy spoke to you, still excited as ever.

“Ready to go?”

You stick out your tongue, signing a response with your hands.

‘Aren’t we going to eat breakfast first?’

Andy looked ready to burst, like he’s desperately trying to hold back his impatience. He must really want to get a Pokémon. If you weren’t so jaded about your misfortunes, you might’ve shared that same energy.

“You’re right! But I really wanna go, right now! Hmm… oh, let’s take something with us, so we can eat and go at the same time!”

You chuckle softly at Andy’s ingenious solution.

You both head towards the fridge, to grab a snack. Andy’s stuffing his face, while grabbing a bunch of treats to carry in his arms. Andy sure loved to eat. You’re glad you reminded him of breakfast, or he’d be hungry when he got to meet his Pokémon.

You just grabbed a red apple. 

Andy looked at you funny. Almost questioning your decision. He swallowed the food in his mouth, so that he could talk.

“Is… that all your eating? That can’t be enough.”

You roll your eyes. You just weren’t that hungry. But fine, you’d go look in the fridge some more.

Your eyes widen a bit in surprise, when you see some tupperware, with sticky notes. You take one that has your name.

It contained a sandwich! It has all your favorite ingredients. Turkey, shredded cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, onions, black olives, and ranch dressing. It honestly tasted more like a pizza, than a sandwich in your opinion, which is why you loved it so much.

Andy’s mom must’ve made Andromeda’s favorite sandwich in the other container. You figure it might be a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, since Andy will eat just about anything, so something basic would probably be just as good as any other combination.

You take the sandwich out of the container, and present it to Andromeda somewhat smugly. Andy just giggles in response to your smug presentation of a sandwich. It was a little dramatic, for two slices of bread and a bunch of ingredients slapped together, to be fair.

“Okay okay, we can go now. You better not get hungry though!”

Weren’t you the one who had to remind him earlier, not to forget breakfast entirely?

Whatever, you two were all set to go to the professor now. Taking your snacks, you followed Andy out the door. He was walking pretty fast, trying to both go quickly, while also not choking on the food he was eating. You had longer legs, despite Andy being slightly taller than you, so you kept up fairly decently without much effort. You chose to eat your apple first, saving your sandwich for later. Best for last, right?

As you ate your apple, you noticed two others following the same path you and Andy were on. They must also be here for a Pokémon from the professor. 

You noticed one of them wasn’t from Acorn Town. He looked to be a farmer boy, just a little up north from the town. There were ranches and farms up that way. 

Something about him struck you as odd, but you couldn’t place the reason as to why. He didn’t seem that strange on the surface though. He was about the same age as you, the same height as you, wore a red hat and red poncho, had blackish blue hair, and three white dots under each of his red eyes. You couldn’t if it was face paint, or a case of vitiligo.

Ah, now you noticed something strange about him. He had no shoes. Or socks. Who walks around barefooted? 

Maybe he just liked how the grass felt. You assume that’s what it might be. You also heard there’s a lot of wet clay around the ranch and farm areas. Maybe having shoes is an inconvenience there too.

Oh! He noticed you staring at him. He’s waving at you with a smile.

You just furrow your eyebrows at him, but you wave back. You still think something is weird about him, but you don’t want to not return the gesture. It’s rude enough that you stared at him so long. You’re creepy looking enough.

The other kid though? 

She seemed to be slightly older than Andromeda. Andy‘s mom told you that she thought Andy was only a year older than you. So, maybe she was twelve, since Andy was eleven. So you and the other kid with the hat were probably ten.

The girl had light greenish blue hair that was held up in a high ponytail. Her eyes were a light orange, and she wore a dark blue sweater, and a pink tutu, and pink ballerina shoes with laces up her legs. She also had sports tape around her arms. 

Both she and the other kid were wearing white gloves, now that you notice it. You know some trainers like to wear gloves, to better hold pokeballs. You on the other hand, just like wearing your black fingerless gloves, because they look cool and feel nice. Plus, you have some sensory issues, and it helps.

Looking at the two kids who you don’t know, you find that the boy reminds you of a spider, and the girl makes you think of frogs.

You liked assigning animals to people. You felt that it helped you remember faces better. Andy was a honey badger, because you thought he was pretty brave. Andy’s mom is an owl, because she’s wise and likes bird Pokémon a little too much in your opinion. Her whole room was decorated in them, especially Noctowls in particular.

You? You’re a squid. Because you’re squishy and you look strange.

Well, you also like to stay up late, take long baths, and eat a ton of sushi, but that’s all beside the point.

While you yourself made zero effort to introduce yourself to the other kids, mostly because you don’t want you, Andy was already introducing the both of you to them. 

In a way, you’re kind of glad. You really don’t feel like introducing yourself, so Andy doing it for you, gets the inevitable out of the way, without you lifting a finger.

“Hi, I’m Andromeda! But most people just call me Andy, so you can call me that too. This is Ivory! We’re heading to the Professor to get our first Pokémon. Are you here to get Pokémon too?”

The spider boy answered with a grin.

“Yeah! Ma says that after I get my partner Pokémon, she’ll let me catch wild Pokémon around the farm! Oh, and I’m Ranjo by the way!”

Andy seemed perplexed for a moment, but smiled at Ranjo.

“Nice to meet you Ran-joe!”

Ranjo immediately shook his head at Andy.

“No. Rahn-ho. It’s with an accent.”

Andy immediately seemed apologetic, scratching the back of his head, from under his hat.

“O-Oh! Sorry about that.”

Ranjo just waved Andy off with a smile, not too concerned about it, it seemed. It was just a name after all.

“It’s alright. Happens all the time.”

Andy then turned to the frog girl, about to ask her the very same question that he had just asked Ranjo only a few seconds ago.

“And what’s your name?”

The frog girl pumped her fist in the air, with a slight bounce to her step.

“My name is Ripple, and I’m gonna get the strongest Pokémon!”

She then pointed a finger dramatically at Ranjo, now frowning at him, with a determined vigor in her eyes.

“So I can defeat him!”

Ranjo just stuck a tongue out at her mischievously, which got Ripple to pout at him. 

“I’m just here to get whatever Pokémon is my favorite. A good friend that I can rely on.”

Andy smiled at the two, trying to join in on their playful banter. You stayed quiet. You’d rather not join in.

“Those are both good things to want in a partner Pokémon. Strength and trust. I.. haven’t really thought about what I wanted in my partner Pokémon. I think I’d like any Pokémon. All the Pokémon seem so cool in their own ways!”

You smiled to yourself, as you listened to what Andromeda said. You didn’t think anyone had to want anything from a Pokémon. You don’t get to choose what a Pokémon is like anyway. 

“So what about you Ivory? What do you hope to see in your Pokémon?”

You grimaced. Ranjo had spoken directly to you. And even though the question and tone of his voice sounded innocent enough, you could have sworn there was a bit of cheekiness to it.

Ranjo didn’t know anything about your situation with getting a Pokémon. You were sure that if he knew, he wouldn’t have teased you. Maybe he wouldn’t even include you in this conversation.

You just shot him a dirty look, and then turned away.

Andy seemed concerned about you. Ripple just seemed confused. But Ranjo… he seemed to stare into your soul. He didn’t seem offended. More like he was trying to see right through you.

You didn’t like it. You wished he’d just leave you alone.

“It’s a sensitive topic for Ivy…”

You’re starting to not like Andy speaking on your behalf anymore. But you also don’t want to speak for yourself, so you just suck it up. 

Today was supposed to be a special day for Andromeda. You don’t wanna ruin it, with your everything right now.

With a sigh, you wave your hand dismissively, and try to give the three in front of you a smile. It seemed to cheer Andy up, and lighten the mood.

Ripple shrugged off the situation, and both her and Andy smiled back at you. Ranjo just gave you a knowing look for a moment, before smiling back too.

You felt that his smile was forced. As if in response to your own fake smile. It rubbed you the wrong way.

You decided to ignore it. Ranjo wasn’t worth letting him get under your skin. You two just met. For all you know, you’ll never see him again after this. He might even forget your name, once he goes back home.

…

The group chatted as they walked towards the professor's laboratory. Well, except you. You didn’t even really try to contribute to the conversation. 

You didn’t feel as though you belonged to the group honestly. They all were going to get a Pokémon, and you were even more sure now, that you would not be getting one. 

Before a spiral of bitter thoughts could invade your mind, the four of you had arrived.

You held back a sigh of relief, as you followed behind the group. You still felt utterly detached from everything, even more so as you trailed behind. But you could keep up a facade of normalcy, until it was over. 

As soon as you entered the lab, you were pelted in the face with rainbow colored confetti. 

Professor Pine’s usual greeting for new trainers.

“Weeeelcome my radical and spectacular Pokémon trainer broskis!”

You couldn’t help, but roll your eyes and snort. Especially when the other three groaned. Professor Pine just chuckled in response to everyone’s reactions.

He was as flashy as ever, wearing a lab coat over an obnoxiously colored hoodie that looked like it came from an arcade carpet. He also had his sharp shades over his face. Yep, still a 90’s freak as always.

But that was the professor’s charm. You couldn’t imagine him being any other way.

“You four epic and poke-tacular bunch, are here for your super duper awesome and amazing Pokémon, amiright?”

Professor Pine pointed dramatically, at all of you. You nodded your head. Ripple raised a fist in excitement. Ranjo tipped his hat. Andy grinned and put his hands around his waist, responding out loud.

“Yup! We sure are!”

Professor Pine did a grandiose bow, and with a swift transitional motion, he moved the same arm around and over his head, pointing behind him with his head turned the same direction.

“Right this way then my radical soon-to-be-trainer dudes and dudettes!”

All four of you followed the professor further into the lab. Passing by some contraptions that you couldn’t make sense of, no matter how many times you asked about them, you all finally made it to where the Pokémon were.

You blinked in astonishment.

In front of you were three Pokémon you had never seen before. The one that was clearly a grass type, looked like a badger. The one that was clearly a fire type, looked like a spider. And lastly, the one that was obviously a water type, was a frog.

You gave the professor a questioning look, signing to him, angling yourself so that only the professor could see.

‘Why these Pokémon for them?’

Professor Pine chuckled, pressing his shades further against his face, before giving you a cocky grin.

“Well my little bro-ssistant, your amazing and super smart professor, has absolutely radical intuition! I woke up this morning, and had the super epic idea that these Pokémon here would get the perfect trainers today, that were as equally radical as them!”

You guess there’s not much arguing when it comes to that. Professor Pine worked in mysterious ways. Just an absolute walking enigma.

That’s what you and him had in common, you think. 

You both were super strange and mysterious compared to everyone else. At least, in the eyes of other people.

Maybe Professor Pine was just Professor Pine, under all that outdated slang. Being himself, and going with the flow. Not trying to be mysterious at all.

But you also think your similarities go deeper than that. However, that’s not something you’re all that focused on right now.

You get startled when Professor Pine puts a hand on your head, and gives you a grin and thumbs up.

“I know you really want a poké-man, little man. But something tells me, you’ll find your super epic partner Pokémon not from me, ya dig?”

You nod solemnly. You figured as much.

“Now don’t look so bummed out! You’ll get your super awesome amigo eventually! But yo, you should, like, totally use your Pokedex to check out these radical Poke-monsters. These fellas are new to you, yeah?”

Oh right. 

You got your Pokedex the last time you came here. Even if you won’t get a Pokémon yourself, you can at least learn about the ones here. It might be useful later.

Plus, the Professor does a bunch of research through the Pokedex. What kind of research, you’re never entirely sure most of the time.

The three were still introducing themselves to the Pokémon. Even though their faces screamed of indecision, you knew the choices for each would be obvious.

You walked around them. They barely even noticed you. You moved behind one of the odd contraptions, now behind the group and the Pokémon, using the contraption as a pillar to hide behind.

You pulled out your Pokedex, and started trying to register the starter Pokémon’s information into it.

First is Andromeda’s Pokémon. Your Pokedex whirred to life, as the loading icon spun around in circles for a second, before giving way to the Pokémon’s data.

“Hedgal, the Forage Pokémon. These Pokémon have strong senses that allow them to detect plants from far away. Once these plants are found, Hedgal will dig them up, and eat the roots.”

Interesting. Seems Andy got a Pokémon that loves food just as much as he does. Actually, no. No one can love food, more than Andy does. Though, with a Pokémon like that, Andy won’t have to worry about never finding food again.

If Hedgal finds berry roots, then the Pokémon can eat the roots, while Andromeda gets the berries. Sounds like the perfect duo.

Okay… next is Ripple’s water type Pokémon. You move the Pokedex over to face the Pokémon, and gather its data too.

“Nymphit, the Protecting Pokémon. Nymphit are fiercely territorial of the waters they inhabit. While weak alone, they are a force to be reckoned with in numbers, if anyone chooses to disturb their waters.”

Huh. You didn’t know Ripple enough to know how that meshed into her personality. Maybe under all that excitedness and desire to be strong, was someone who had something to defend.

Or maybe you’re looking too deep into it. That could also be it.

Alright, last one. Ranjo’s Pokémon. Let’s get this out of the way. You were never thrilled about fire. Terrified of it actually. Though, you can admit to yourself that the little fire spider was a cutie.

You realigned your Pokedex, moving it in the direction of where the Pokémon was, who was currently being cuddled by Ranjo.

“Spitick, the Sizzling Pokémon. After a Spitick hatches, it immediately wanders about to find prey. They spit boiling hot venom at their victims, which is created through chemical reactions in their bodies.”

So it spits lava at you. Fun. Not.

Maybe Ranjo shouldn’t have it, so close to his face. But you won’t tell him what to do. It's his Pokémon, so he can learn about his Pokémon on his own terms.

You put your Pokedex away, now just watching the natural conclusion. They all choose their partner Pokémon, and get handed pokedexes of their own, by the Professor.

Everyone got a Pokémon. 

Everyone, but you.

As the three talk about having Pokémon battles, you decide to leave. You didn’t want to watch. You already knew the outcomes of the battle anyway. Water beats fire, grass beats water, and fire beats grass.

And it’s not like you could participate. So why even stay?

You already brought Andy here to get his Pokémon, and he didn’t need you to celebrate with him. He had others, who had their own Pokémon, to celebrate with.

Plus… you needed some space. 

You didn’t want to ruin his joy, with your feelings of bitter disappointment and loneliness. That wasn’t fair to him. You could go and be jealous somewhere else.

You didn’t know where you were going honestly. Your feet kind of just carried you. You just wanted to be away. Away from everything. Away from everyone. 

Before you knew it, you were exiting the humble town you were staying in. Heading towards the forest, getting farther and farther into the trail.

You hugged your chest, breathing heavily as you will yourself to calm down. You didn’t want to feel anything right now. You just wanted everything silent, both outside and inside of you. Your attempts at taking deep breaths, came out like distressed huffs of air.

You didn’t pay attention to where you were going, and bumped into someone.

It was an average looking man, next to a woman in a dress. They looked like they were just taking a stroll, not anticipating a kid to bump into them.

The man noticed how absolutely stressed your expression was, and his own became concerned. So did the woman’s face.

“Woah! Hey.. kid? Are you alright?”

You just looked at the man, with an expression of horror. Your pupils then shrank, and you ran away. 

The man and woman call after you in deeper concern, but you don’t care. You just keep running, deeper into the woods. 

You don’t care if you get lost. You don’t care where you end up. You just don’t want to look at anyone right now. You don’t want anyone to look at you right now.

They’ll just forget you anyway. You’re nobody to them. Just some kid they met for a moment, and they’ll carry on with their day. You don’t matter. You don’t matter at all.

You’re not even worried about a Pokémon jumping out and attacking you. All the Pokémon you know, are all afraid of you. You almost wish a Pokémon would attack you! Then maybe you’d finally be wanted…

As you ran, and ran, and ran… You finally stopped.

You were in the middle of the woods, completely lost. No one would find you here.

…That thought both terrified and comforted you.

You wanted to be alone anyway. Might as well enjoy it, before panic sets in. You’d be found. Eventually. You just wanted some space, and now you’ll get plenty of time to think.

You finally manage a calm and steady breath of relief. Finally, you’re away from people.

…

“…hello…? …is there anyone around…?”

You blink as you hear a voice. Not from any specific direction. It almost felt like it came from inside your mind.

But it couldn’t be your thoughts. At least you don’t think it was. Your internal dialogue voice didn’t sound like that.

You wait, wondering if you’ll hear it again.

…

“…someone… please help me…”

Ah! There it is again!

This time, you felt a connection that led towards a direction. While the voice itself seemed to come from all around you, you still knew where to go, in order to find the source. The owner of the voice.

You started running again. You ran through the woods, following your gut. Not much longer after that, you’d see an abandoned cabin, sitting on a hill.

The cabin looked absolutely decrepit. It hadn’t been taken care of, in a long time. It smelled of rotten wood and dust. You were sure that if you pushed against the door, it’d fall off its hinges.

Moving the door aside gently with a single finger, you’d take a look around. It was pretty dark in here, thanks to the windows being boarded up. Badly too, mind you. There were still cracks of light filtering in.

However, there didn’t seem to be anything worthy to note. Everything inside was wooden. A chair, a desk, a drawer, and an empty bed frame. That’s all there was, except fungi and moss.

Then suddenly, you’d hear sounds of shuffling, and a Pokémon cry. 

It was coming from behind the drawer. 

You push the drawer aside, trying to set free whatever was trapped behind the piece of furniture. Once it was shoved aside, you could see a small hole in the wall. It had been blockaded from the outside with rocks, and then barricaded inside the cabin with the drawer.

Whatever happened, was likely not an accident. Someone did this on purpose, to the poor thing.

Now set free, you got a good look at the Pokémon. It… looked like it was trying to cosplay as a Pikachu. Unlike the other Pokémon you knew before, this Pokémon didn’t seem afraid of you.

It seemed more… sad. Like it was looking at you, and expecting something to happen. But it wasn’t running away.

Unsure of what else to do, you got out your Pokedex. Maybe learning about this Pokémon will help you to figure out what it might need.

”Mimikyu, the Disguise Pokémon. This lonely Pokémon conceals its terrifying appearance beneath an old rag so it can get closer to people and other Pokémon.”

The Pokémon in front of you bowed in shame it seemed, at hearing its own description out loud, thanks to the Pokedex.

Mimikyu… 

You couldn’t help, but feel a sympathetic sort of understanding towards it. 

Pokémon were terrified of you too. And you were sure other humans thought you looked strange, even if most people never said it out loud. Were you scary to others, because of your appearance? Or was it something else?

Either way… you also felt lonely.

Did Mimikyu think that you’d run away in fright, because of it? Is that why they looked up at you so sadly? Was it trapped before, because others were scared of it?

…

You crouched down towards Mimikyu, and offered a hand. It seemed nervous, like it wasn’t sure what you were up to. You gave Mimikyu a genuine smile, encouraging it to climb up on you.

Slowly, but surely, Mimikyu got onto your hand. No matter its appearance, you could tell that they were a gentle soul. It had kindness that it wanted to share with others, that just hadn’t been allowed to happen yet.

Until now. Because you’d give them that chance.

Slowly bringing Mimikyu towards you, you gently nuzzled them. The Mimikyu seemed confused at first, before warmly accepting and embracing the affection.

It seemed almost like it would break out in tears of joy. 

When you were done, you giggled and gave Mimikyu another smile, before setting them down gently.

You suddenly remembered you still had a sandwich! You broke it in half, trying to avoid a mess as much as possible. Then you gave half the sandwich to Mimikyu.

You were sure that Mimikyu was hungry. You have no idea how long they were trapped for.

The Mimikyu hesitantly took the sandwich, staring at it for a moment, before shoving it under its disguise, and gobbling at it.

You could help, but laugh softly at the scene. It just looked too cute.

You ate the rest of your sandwich, and enjoyed the peace and quiet, with the one Pokémon that wouldn’t shy away from you. It was peaceful. And you didn’t feel lonely as much anymore.

About a couple minutes had passed inside the cabin, until the door came crashing down. Someone had tried to open it, and the fragile wood just couldn’t handle it.

You and Mimikyu looked up and saw Andromeda, Ripple, and most notably Ranjo, who had broken the door.

“Oops.”

You only got to roll your eyes, before you were squeezed to death by Andy. You could have sworn that you made an embarrassing squeaking sound, by how caught off guard you were.

“Ivy! You had us so worried. I was gonna ask if you wanted to help me battle, since you knew a lot of stuff like type advantages and potions, and maybe other stuff, but you were gone and-“

You gestured for Andy to calm down. He was talking so fast, he hardly had room to breathe. You could see his face turning blue in real time, and at your gesture, he took a massive breath.

“Okay.. But yeah! You scared me Ivory, I didn’t know where you went, and these travelers from Buranil City said they saw you, and you looked like something bad happened! I am so glad you’re okay though!”

Buranil City? Isn’t that the closest city? It’s not really close exactly, but it’s the city you’d see first, within Acorn Town’s radius.

Why would people from Buranil City come all the way to Acorn Town?

Ah wait. You knew why. To meet the Professor. Why else would anyone come here?

Ripple approached you next, crouching down.

“I… don’t know you so good Ivory. But you can’t be running off and scaring us like that! You could’ve gotten hurt, and we wouldn’t know! So don't do that again, okay!”

You just smiled at her awkwardly, a sweat drop rolling down your cheek. You didn’t nod. No promises to all that.

Andy spoke again.

“Ranjo helped us find you. He was really good at tracking you down.”

Did he now…?

You turn to look at spider boy, who was grinning widely.

“You ran pretty far into the woods! Luckily for us, your shoes left a lot of footprints behind in the earth!”

Oh… You were in such a panic, you hadn’t even thought about if you had left a trail or not.

You suppose it’s not a bad thing. But you’ll have to remember for next time, not to leave a trail, if you ever don’t want to be found.

“It’s not all bad though. Ivory made a friend while we weren’t looking!”

Ranjo pointed towards Mimikyu. 

Andy lit up immediately, seeming ecstatic for you to finally have a Pokémon friend.

“That’s amazing! I’m so happy for you Ivory! Did you catch it?”

You shook your head. You didn’t have any pokeballs to catch the Mimikyu with. You’d have to go and get one from the Professor.

“Oh here! I have one for you.”

Andromeda suddenly placed a pokeball in your hand. 

“The Professor gave each of us five. That makes fifteen in total. Maybe when you catch Mimikyu, the Professor will give you some pokeballs too! Then we can have twenty in total!”

You stared at the pokeball for a moment, with an unreadable expression. You saw your reflection in the red top half. 

Then you smirked cheekily at Andy, and signed a response.

‘But I’m using one from your stash, which means we’d really have nineteen.`

Andy then facepalmed.

“Dang it, you’re completely right!”

“Can you two hurry up, and catch the Pokémon already! I wanna see Ivory get a Pokémon too!”

Ripple interjected, getting impatient with your banter.

You and Andy giggled at her.

You stood up straight, stretched, before crouching down in front of Mimikyu. You held the pokeball in front of them.

Mimikyu looked at you, and you tilted your head to the side, with a smile on your face, trying to encourage them. 

Join me. Come on adventures with me. Become friends with me. Please?

Mimikyu looked at you a moment longer, before staring at the pokeball. Then with a smile of its own, it slapped the pokeball with a shadowy hand, and the pokeball absorbed it.

The pokeball didn’t even vibrate once, as it immediately captured Mimikyu. They must have really wanted to come along.

Once realization set in, that you had your very first Pokémon, you stood up and began jumping and bouncing up and down in pure glee.

You were then bombarded into a sudden group hug, by the audience you had forgotten about, for roughly twenty seconds.

Andy voiced your thoughts out loud.

“You did it Ivory! You got your first Pokémon! I’m so happy for you!”

You gave Andromeda a strained smile. You were still very happy, but you couldn’t breathe with everyone on you.

Plus, you and Ranjo were the shortest. You and him were being crushed together mercilessly.

“Ack! Let me go, I can’t breathe in here!”

Ranjo flailed his arms around helplessly, before mercy was granted on you both, by the two slightly taller and older kids around.

You and Ranjo both gasped for breath simultaneously.

“Gracias…”

Catching your breath now, you stared at the pokeball that contained Mimikyu. You’d have to think up a nickname later. Knowing Andy, he’d already have one in mind for his own Pokémon.

You and him both agreed that when you two had finally gotten your own Pokémon, you’d give them all nicknames. 

Andy looked around the group, before smiling.

“We should head back to town. We don’t want everyone to be worried about us.”

Andromeda offered you a hand. You looked at him for a moment, before returning his smile, and taking it.

You’d let him lead you, and the rest of the group back. You couldn’t wait to tell Andy’s mom about the Pokémon you had gotten! You were sure she was going to be surprised.

It was unlikely that you’d get a lecture from her, for running off. She seemed to like to encourage your rebellious streaks, so long as you never got hurt by the end. 

But you’re certain the rest of the town will do it for her. And that was going to be humiliating. You’re already cringing at the image in your mind.

Chapter Text

Once you had came back to Acorn Town, out of the corner of your eye, you spot the man and woman you had bumped into, when running away.

They were making their way towards the Professor’s lab, just like you had expected they would.

You didn’t understand why, but something about the two gave you an odd feeling, that you couldn’t shake. When you turn to face away, you notice that Ranjo had seemed to be staring in the same direction as you.

Did he get that same feeling? You decide not to ask. You don’t want to assume, and seem paranoid.

You wouldn’t even have had the chance anyway, because once the Town knew you were back, you were swarmed by all sorts of nosy neighbors. Mostly elderly nosy neighbors. 

You were still looking at Ranjo, when you were suddenly yanked by the side of your cheek, by a short old woman, who was in the process of giving you a lecture.

“There you are, young lady! You gave the whole village a scare! Didn’t your mother ever teach you any manners? I know she used to be the local hooligan in her youth, but you oughta not take after her, to the exact letter!”

Being compared to Andy’s mom felt like a compliment honestly. You personally didn’t see the resemblance, but emulating her even a little, was something to strive for. She had a lot of wisdom, and knew when to have fun. 

Also, you really wish this old lady would let go of you. 

A middle aged man approached, looking a lot like Ripple in hair color. It must be her father.

“Ah, you’re the kid a few houses over. I heard you had gone missing. I’m glad that you’re back though. Also mom, I think you should let go of her.”

Why does everyone assume you’re a girl?? 

The elderly woman finally lets you go, and Andromeda quickly takes you away, before you’re trapped in another tirade about what not to do. You’re very grateful.

You sigh a breath of relief, giving Andy a shaky thumbs up. He smiles at you sympathetically.

“They should really leave you alone right now, Ivy. After everything today, you seem kind of exhausted. You don’t need them lecturing you.“

You nod in agreement. You’re not that exhausted physically, but mentally you’d rather not deal with someone getting all up in your face right now.

You look back at the pokeball you had, knowing it contained Mimikyu. You then blink in remembrance, signing towards Andy.

‘Remember the nicknames?’

Andy watched you sign, looking confused at first. Then his expression lit up, and grinned. 

“Right! I came up with one, while you were off earlier. I had almost forgotten about that. Guess what I named my Pokémon!”

You sigh exasperated, but you were smiling.

‘Do I have to?’

Andy grinned at you, nodding.

“Yes. You have to.”

He giggled. His words were said in a mock seriousness. Of course, you didn’t have to do anything. But he really wanted you to try and guess, so you might as well.

You paused on for a split second, sticking your tongue out a little, with your eyes rolled to the right a tad.

‘Shrubby?’

You shrugged, barely even trying. It was just the first plant-y name that came to mind.

Andromeda shook his head, grinning still.

“Close!”

You raise an eyebrow. 

You’re close huh? Maybe you can guess the correct answer easily then. 

‘Is it Shrub?’

Andy shook his head again, giggling.

“Nope! You’re getting colder now.”

Ah. So it ends with a Y, and is plant related. You think you have a pretty good guess what it is.

‘Is it… Berry?’

Andy grinned, clapping his hands at you.

“Yup! You got that pretty fast!”

Berry the Hedgal.

Not the most creative name ever. It wasn’t a bad name at all, though. Sometimes simple names are just easier to remember. Plus, it was kind of cute.

Andy was looking expectantly at you now.

…?

Oh. Right. 

You needed to give Mimikyu a nickname too. 

You did try and decide on one, on your way back home. You had a sliver of an idea, but it’s your first Pokémon. You wanted it to be perfect.

You stare at your pokeball again. 

Mimikyu was so very precious to you. You had just captured them, and you were going to make many memories with them. You wanted to give them a cute nickname.

Ha. What if you just called them that? Cute.

…

You started to sign a response to Andy, signing letters in your right hand, while holding Mimikyu’s pokeball in your left hand.

‘Kyute.’

You felt pretty clever, using the end of Mimikyu’s name, to create the perfect nickname for them. And by the look of Andy’s expression, he seemed to agree with you.

“Woah..! That name is perfect! Man, now I feel really silly about my nickname.”

You try and gesture to Andy that it’s fine, moving your hands around to try and reassure him that his nickname for Berry was good too!

Both nicknames were short, sweet, and to the point. Easy to remember.

Andy giggled at your attempts to reassure him. You knew inside, that he wouldn’t be that disappointed at his choice either way. He’s not an over-thinker like you are. 

Still, you wanted him to be happy with his decision anyway.

“I’m okay Ivy, I promise! I’m not gonna change Berry’s name, just because you named Mimikyu ‘Kyute’. Because now, we can be nickname buddies!”

You raise your hands in the air in excitement.

Nickname buddies!

“What are you two talking about?”

Ripple was looking at you and Andy, and Ranjo joined in on the staring, turning his head not a moment after he heard Ripple’s question.

The two stepped closer, as you and Andy faced them. Andy answered for you both, of course.

“Ivory and I promised each other that once we got our first Pokémon, we’d give them nicknames! Ivory and I already gave our Pokémon names. Berry and Kyute!”

Ripple let out a small ‘huh’, while Ranjo grinned, straightening his hat a little.

“If we’re naming our Pokémon, then I need to find something good for Spitick! Hmm… let’s see. I’ll call him Humo! It means ‘Smoke’ in Paldean.”

Oh, so that’s where he gets that accent from. 

You hadn’t thought about the way Ranjo talked much. You don’t think you were born in Galassia, since everyone’s accents sounded foreign to you anyway. 

But now that Ranjo said he was naming his Pokémon a Paldean word, you noticed his accent a bit more now.

Maybe if you talked, everyone would notice how strange you sounded. But you won’t. 

“I didn’t know you were from Paldea, Ranjo!”

Andromeda looked at Ranjo curiously.

“Can you tell me what it was like there?”

Ranjo grimaced, his grin now looking rather strained, at the question asked at him.

“I uhh… don’t actually come from Paldea. My mama is from Paldea, and I picked up the language from her.”

Oh.

You don’t know why, but you feel a little bad for Ranjo.

You brush those feelings off though. Especially once you see Ripple’s expression. She wasn’t even listening to Andromeda or Ranjo, staring at her pokeball. She seemed to be thinking rather hard. So hard in fact, that a blood vessel might burst from the strain.

You cautiously approached Ripple, and tapped her on the right shoulder.

“Gah!”

She flinched harshly in surprise, despite your best efforts not to spook her.

“Oh. Hey Ivory. I’m just trying to figure out a name for Nymphit. But I can’t decide between Lilian or Lily. Between you and me, I’m glad Nymphit is a girl. I’d be struggling a lot more with coming up with names, if it were a guy Pokémon…”

This is why you prefer giving gender neutral nicknames. 

You hold up two fingers, smiling at Ripple, implying that you think the second choice is the best one.

It takes Ripple a moment, before understanding what you’re trying to say. She gives you a nod.

“Alright, Lily it is! Lily, like a lilypad. Thanks Ivory.”

‘Your welcome!’

Ripple doesn’t seem to understand your sign language. But that’s okay. Your facial expression seems to have gotten the meaning across mostly.

Ripple looked at her pokeball, before making a determined fist motion, with both hands. The kind where one lowers their arms, and brings them somewhat closer to their chest, with a tough expression.

You’re not sure what the name for this kind of body language is, if it even has one. But the meaning was very clear.

Ripple was about to do something.

With a look of curiosity, and your head tilted to the right, you watched as Ripple went over to Ranjo, and raised her pokeball towards his face. You could see Ranjo blink a couple times in surprise.

“We left in a hurry, before I could properly challenge you to a Pokémon battle. But now that Lily has a name, we’re ready to take you on!”

Ranjo looked like a deer in headlights for a brief moment, before a sly smirk spread across his face that seemed to annoy Ripple.

“Alright… But don’t be upset when I defeat you.”

Ripple stuck out her tongue defiantly, towards Ranjo. Seems she wouldn’t take his teasing remarks, without a fight.

“As if I’d let you!”

You’d let them duke it out, without watching. You weren’t all that interested, in a battle you already knew the result of.

Ripple was gonna win. Ranjo didn’t stand a chance, having only a fire type, against a trainer who only had a water type.

You then noticed that Andy was behind you. He was giving you a small grin. Seems he wanted to tell you something.

“Since they’re having a Pokémon battle, we should have one too, Ivy! It’ll be fun!”

Oh? 

Now this one might be more interesting.

Andy’s pokemon was a grass type, and Kyute was a ghost and fairy dual type. Neither had any blatant strengths or weaknesses against the other.

Without any clear winner, you felt this battle could be more exciting. Especially, since you’d be an active participant.

You’d give Andy a nod and a grin, full of determination and conviction. His face changes to meet your own, as if rising to meet the challenge.

“Then let’s do it!”

Andy runs off a little, creating a bit of distance between him and you. You also shift from your spot, trying to get a little farther away from Ranjo and Ripple’s own battle.

{{Ranjo’s POV}}

You were talking with Andromeda not a moment ago, about your home, when Ripple suddenly thrusts a pokeball just a couple centimeters away from your nose.

It took you completely off guard!

“We left in a hurry, before I could properly challenge you to a Pokémon battle. But now that Lily has a name, we’re ready to take you on!”

Ripple looked so determined. And who’s Lily?

Ah, it must be her Nymphit friend. You did name your Spitick friend Humo, so she must have wanted to name her friend too! It would be a shame to be left out, when everyone else was naming their Pokémon.

You smirked at Ripple, in response to her boldness.

“Alright… But don’t be upset when I defeat you.”

You didn’t think you’d actually win. You knew you were at a disadvantage. But that doesn’t mean you weren’t going to try your very best, and give it your all.

A little type disadvantage wasn’t going to stop you from having a good time.

Ripple stuck out her tongue at you, getting riled up at your mild trash talking.

“As if I’d let you!”

You and Ripple walk away from each other. You counted twenty steps, before you stopped and turned around.

Hah, this felt like duels in cowboy movies! 

Last man standing. Or woman. Probably woman.

You grinned at Ripple, deciding to ask her a question.

“You want first turn? It is ladies first, after all.”

She groaned at you, in a way that sounded more like a growl. She must really want to beat you. 

Well she was gonna have to earn it, even if the cards were in her favor.

You shrugged, not getting a clear yes or no response from her.

“Alright, I guess I’m going then!”

You threw out Humo’s pokeball, and not even a split second later, Lily’s pokeball was in the air as well.

Both Lily and Humo were standing off in front of each other, looking determined to fight.

You point a finger and shout your command.

“Humo, use Ember!”

Humo only had two moves. Ember and Leer, according to the Pokédex.

Ripple’s Lily only had Bubble and Tail Whip.

This was going to be a struggle, but a struggle you’d meet head on, nonetheless!

Lily took the brunt of the Ember, only slightly injured. It wasn’t very effective. This is to be expected, but there’s not much that can be done about that.

You and Humo just have to combat it, with tenacity!

Ripple’s turn. She shouted a command towards Lily, with the same determination as she had at the start.

“Lily! Use Bubble!”

The Nymphit would hit Humo with a couple bubbles from its mouth. Humo looked decently roughed up, from that attack.

Just three more hits of that, and you’re both in some hot water. Pun intended.

Maybe lowering Lily’s defense would help? It would at least make the Ember attacks do more damage, if only a little bit.

You point and command again.

“Humo, use Leer!”

Humo would glare at Lily, lowering their guard a little. That didn’t seem to deter Ripple though, who gave another command Lily’s way.

“Use Tail Whip!”

Lily would turn around, and flail their tadpole-like tail at Humo, lowering their guard as well.

That’s not good.

Still, you had to keep fighting. Even if the next Bubble attack was going to hurt more this time.

“Humo, use Ember!”

The little Spitick sent a flurry of small hot flames that hit the back of the Nymphit in front of them.

This time though, unlike the last time Lily was struck by Ember, they seemed to be burnt. Taking more damage with every movement of their burnt skin.

While you stared in surprise at your luck, Ripple winced in concern, but steeled her expression.

“That’s okay, we’re still winning this. Lily, use Bubble!”

Seeming to strike harder, in anger at being burned, Lily sent a particularly strong gust of bubbles at Humo.

They landed a critical hit, sending Humo back.

The poor Spitick tried to stand up, but collapsed and fainted then and there.

“Ah! Humo!”

You rush from the field and pick up your fainted pokemon. Their eyes were dizzy spirals, unable to continue fighting.

You gave Humo a hug, and petted their head with a soft smile.

“That’s okay. You did your best. We’ll just have to try harder next time.”

While you were comforting Humo, and picking them up between your arms, Ripple was jumping up and down in joy. Lily was also bouncing next to them, sharing their excitement, despite the burn.

Ripple gave Lily a fist bump, which they returned with their tail, before Ripple sent Lily back into their pokeball.

You decided to carry Huso in your arms for now. Part of you wishes you had some treats to give Huso, for later when they were more conscious.

But you’ll have plenty of berries to give them, once you return home!

You walk up to Ripple, smiling at her.

“That was a good battle. You sure beat me!”

Ripple giggled.

“I did, didn’t I?”

But then her face turned more questioning.

“But… aren’t you upset that you lost? And, don’t you want to put your Pokémon back in their pokeball, so that they can rest?”

You shook your head in response to her question.

“I’m not upset. You wanted to win more than I did anyway. I could tell. So you earned it, I think. As for Huso, I just want to spend a little more time with him. I’ll put him back in his pokeball a little later.”

Ripple shrugged, accepting your words as they were.

You turn around, and see that Andromeda and Ivory were having their first battle too. 

{{Ivory’s POV}}

Andy sent out Berry, who was standing on all fours, looking excited to get started. Andy seemed to have a similar amount of excitement on his expression.

You sent out Kyute, who made a noise in response to being out and ready to battle.

According to the Pokédex information, Berry only had Leafage and Growl. As for Kyute, they started out with Astonish and Copycat.

In terms of attacking prowess, you felt you might have the advantage here, despite not having any super effective moves.

You were ready to give a command, but… that usually required speaking, didn’t it? Did Kyute even know sign language? How were you going to give them instructions?

In your hesitation, Andy took the first move. 

“Berry, use Leafage!”

Glowing green leaves hurled themselves at Kyute, damaging them slightly. Kyute looked at you concerned, needing guidance.

You tried to sign towards them, to use Astonish. But Kyute couldn’t understand you, which caused you both to panic a little.

Andy was about to ask you something, but you interrupted him, by holding both your hands out. You could do this. You think you might have a solution.

You made a gesture with your hands to the side of your face. Your facial expression was one of shock and surprise. Kyute seemed to get the idea, and would use Astonish.

Unfortunately, you lost the element of surprise, so Berry didn’t flinch. But it did do some damage.

Leafage seemed to be the stronger move. Using Copycat might mitigate that, but it was a grass move against a Hedgal, a grass type. So it wouldn’t be as effective. Maybe Growl should be copycatted instead, to lower the strength of Leafage then?

In the middle of your thinking, Andy was already in the process of giving out another command.

“Berry, use Leafage again!”

Well there goes that plan. Still, it couldn't hurt to try using Copycat at least once. At least to get Kyute familiar with your charades.

As Kyute took the hit, you thought to yourself on how you were going to go about imitating the move. 

The idea of knocking something back, like a tennis racket came to mind. 

You gestured with your hands, something coming closer towards your body, before using your other hand to do the same, but away from your body.

It took Kyute a moment, before nodding determinedly and using Copycat. Kyute would use Leafage against the Hedgal in front of them, sending a flurry of leaves. 

That takes care of that. You now know how to communicate moves to Kyute. You’d have to simplify this later, once you’re done battling, so that Kyute wouldn’t have to look too long at you, just to use a move.

But for the moment, this is what works. 

You briefly looked back at Andy. He seemed proud that you were figuring out how to communicate with Kyute. You sent him a soft smile, before hardening it into something more determined. 

You both were still battling after all.

 Andy matched your expression, before giving Berry a new command.

“Berry, use Growl!”

Ah, so now he uses Growl. You tell Kyute to Copycat it, and so now both Berry and Kyute have their attack power lowered.

Personally, a soft rumbling noise like that wouldn’t stop you from hitting with full force, but you were human. Perhaps there was something else at play that affected Pokemon in ways you, a human, were not.

You and Kyute were starting to get into a bit of a groove, as you and Andy exchanged commands to both of your partners.

Berry had the attack advantage, but it became increasingly clear that Kyute was bulkier. Kyute could tolerate hits better than Berry could, and would survive the battle if things kept up the way they did.

And you, a strategist, would make sure things stayed to your advantage.

Andy didn’t seem to pay attention to these sorts of details though. Or maybe he didn’t seem to care, and was just enjoying the battle as it was.

It wasn’t like he wasn’t taking notice of Berry’s condition. No, Andy was aware of that. It was more just, he didn’t seem to realize he was losing this battle, and quicker than he’d expected.

Oh well. It’s not like it mattered. You’d win, and Andy would still be grinning at the end of it. That’s all that mattered really. 

“Use Leafage!”

Berry would use Leafage again, and you’d tell Kyute to use Astonish.

You were beginning to get tired of hearing the same moves over and over. But you and Andromeda were inexperienced trainers, with inexperienced Pokemon. None of you knew what else to do. 

There was no improving it, without first going through the suck.

After some back and forth, and you admittedly spacing out a little between it, Berry’s legs were starting to give out. You could finish this!

You made the motion for Astonish, with a bit more fervor, and Kyute attacked Berry one last time.

The Hedgal rolled over and fainted, looking dizzy.

Andy sighed, scratching behind his head.

“Guess we lost, huh?”

Andromeda picked up the Hedgal, and sent Berry back into his pokeball.

“That was a good battle! You did a good job Ivy!”

You smiled, looking pretty proud of yourself. Andy approached and patted Kyute on the head.

“You too, Kyute!”

The Mimikyu squeaked in delight at the positive attention. You’d pick up Kyute, and give them a gentle hug towards your chest.

You then notice Ranjo and Ripple approaching. Andy would smile at them, waving them hello briefly.

“So? Who won?”

As if the answer weren’t obvious. 

Ranjo was about to reply, but Ripple butted in, looking extremely pumped.

“I won! My Pokémon is the strongest and coolest!”

Ranjo laughed awkwardly, giving Ripple a half lidded side glance, before giving a more warm expression to you and Andy.

“Yeah, I lost. But that’s okay. Just means me and my buddy Humo will just get stronger for next time.”

You roll your eyes. There’s no way a fire type would beat a water type, unless that fire type was far stronger and more experienced in battling, than the water type.

But considering Ripple and Ranjo got their Pokémon at the same time, that was unlikely to happen. Especially since Ripple seemed far more interested in fighting than Ranjo was. 

Ranjo would just have to get more Pokémon that could attack water types smarter.

Ranjo seems to have noticed your eye roll, just looking at you, but not saying anything.

You didn’t like when he did that. You wish he’d just spit out whatever he was thinking.

“…He doesn’t seem to believe I can get stronger? No, he does. Just not the way I’m going about it…”

Woah, what the heck just happened??

You were now staring at Ranjo in surprise, who was now staring at you in confusion.

‘Did you say something?’

You signed to him, minding Kyute who’s still in your arms. Ranjo just shook his head.

“No, I didn’t. Why? Did you hear something?”

You looked at Ranjo suspiciously, before averting your gaze.

‘No.’

Ranjo didn’t believe you. Your lie was pretty obvious. But you didn’t want to continue the conversation. And by some stroke of luck, a distraction came.

Well, maybe not luck exactly. The distraction was that Professor Pine was being harassed by two people, and they were being kind of noisy too.

You recognize them! That’s the man and the lady you bumped into. Only this time, they were wearing something funny. Their outfits seemed to carry logos on them. Something about all of it made your skin crawl with dread.

The woman barked at the Professor.

“Hand over the research already, you lunatic! Everything is at stake, if you don’t!”

Professor Pine just grinned at them nonchalantly.

“Yo man. This is like, totes wicked un-cool vibes you got going on here. I might have to like, totally wreck you with my poke-pals, you know what I’m saying?”

You and the rest of the group rushed over, to confront the situation. Ripple was the first to speak out in concern.

“What’s going on here, Professor? Who’re these people, and what do they want?“

Pine just shrugged at her, with a ‘I dunno’, which seemed to anger the female Team Sorrow grunt.

“Ugh! Like I said before, we want your research on the legendary Pokémon.”

Ranjo seemed to become uncomfortable. Well, more noticeably uncomfortable, than the rest of you. Everyone but him seemed confused. Ranjo on the other hand, seemed more like he didn’t want to believe in something he knew was true.

Just what did he know?

Professor Pine just laughed stupidly.

“Yo, there are like… a BAJILLION legendaries man. Gotta give me the deets, you know what I’m sayin? But I for sure want me some legendary research too. That’d be legendary hehe.”

The Sorrow grunt was practically foaming at the mouth now, gripping Professor Pine’s shoulders.

“The Despair Pokemon! Where is the Despair Pokemon?!”

Then from behind the two adults, came the male Team Sorrow grunt.

“I got it. I went digging through his lab, while you were keeping him distracted.”

The female grunt huffed with her arms crossed, seemingly frustrated at her having wasted her time with Professor Pine. But was also simultaneously glad at some progress made.

Professor Pine on the other hand, now had his attention on the male grunt.

“Stealing is like, mad un-righteous yo. Gonna have to show you what I do to lame-os like you two.”

Pine then sent out two Pokémon, Maushold and Flamigo. The two grunts sent out Marowak and Cofagrigus respectively.

You took a brief moment to scan the Pokémon with their Pokédex.

“Maushold, the Family Pokemon. The larger pair protects the little ones during battles. When facing strong opponents, the whole group will join the fight.“

“Flamigo, the Synchronize Pokemon. Thanks to a behavior of theirs known as “synchronizing,” an entire flock of these Pokémon can attack simultaneously in perfect harmony.“

“Marowak, the Bone Keeper Pokemon. The cursed flames that light up the bone carried by this Pokémon are said to cause both mental and physical pain that will never fade.“

“Cofagrigus, the Coffin Pokemon. This Pokémon has a body of sparkling gold. People say it no longer remembers that it was once human.“

You were so busy staring at your Pokédex, you didn’t notice you were being dragged away by the group, as the battle raged on.

You four were now huddled in a circle. Andy whispered first.

“What do we do?”

Ripple raised an eyebrow.

“What are we supposed to do? The Professor is fighting them already, and those people have some important research! I think…”

Ranjo was unusually quiet, looking rather pale. It was almost like he was sick or something.

Andy gave Ranjo a concerned look, before continuing the conversation.

“Our Pokémon are pretty worn out. We can’t really help the Professor.”

That’s when you had an idea.

‘There’s a healing pod in the laboratory. I know how to activate it. We can use it to heal our Pokémon.’

Andy grinned at you.

“Great idea Ivy! Let’s go guys!”

The four of you snuck around the fighting. You wondered how the battle would turn out, considering normal and fighting type moves can’t affect ghost Pokémon, and ghost type moves can’t affect normal or fighting type Pokémon. 

But you couldn’t stay and watch. Not if you wanted to hurry up and help.

You entered the lab, and walked through a couple rooms, until you found it. Apparently the Professor had loaned it from the nearest Pokemon Center. They had a spare, he was told, and that’s why the Professor had been allowed to keep it. All the other ones he had before weren't of the same quality, so it was great to have one so nice.

It even was colored in pink and white. 

But you didn’t have time to admire it. You looked down at Kyute, who was still in your arms. You both exchanged glances for a moment, before you sent Kyute back into their pokeball.

Ranjo sent Humo into their pokeball too, and all the others gave you their pokeballs.

You placed them down into the machine, and it’d start to glow. A number appeared on the timer, counting down the estimated time to when it should be done.

Thirty seconds.

Ripples puts her hands in her hair, glaring at the machine in outrage.

“The fight could be over by the time it’s done! I don’t want the Professor to lose and those jerks make off with the research, just because we were waiting on a machine!”

Weren’t you unsure of how to help earlier?

Andy patted her shoulder to try and comfort her. It seemed to satiate her some, with her crossing her arms in a pout.

In your opinion, it was Ranjo who needed the most comforting. Despite his efforts to seem fine, he was still pale, and seemed a little sweaty with nerves.

You just looked at him for a moment, before looking back at the machine.

Five… four… three… two… one.

You took the pokeballs out, and handed them back to their respective owners. The four of you, then bolted towards the exit to meet up with the Professor.

Chapter Text

As you dashed toward the exit, your heart pounded in your chest, the sound of your boots hitting the floor blending with the muffled battle noises from the other room. 

You couldn’t help but glance over your shoulder at Ranjo, whose eyes were fixed ahead, but his face still looked like he was carrying some heavy weight.

Part of you wanted to ask him what was bothering him so badly, but now wasn’t the time. You had a Professor to help.

“Come on, come on!” 

Ripple urged, rushing forwards and taking the lead, as you reached the door. She was visibly worried, wanting to get there in time. That much you can tell.

“The Professor looked pretty confident. Maybe he’s holding them back okay?”

Andy chimed in, trying to lighten the mood but failing to mask the tension in his voice. If you all weren’t in such a hurry, you’d maybe try and reassure him.

The four of you stepped out into the front of the lab, where the sound of combat intensified. Professor Pine's Pokémon were holding their ground against the grunts, but you could tell they were struggling.

Maushold was trying to block Marowak’s relentless Bone Rush attacks, while Flamigo was desperately trying to dodge the Giga Impact of Cofagrigus.

The Professor, however, seemed to be in his element, his usual laid-back demeanor replaced with focused intensity.

He didn’t seem bothered, as he commanded Maushold to use Beat Up, and Flamigo to use Throat Chop, dealing super effective damage on the two opposing ghost type Pokémon.

But you quickly remembered, that you weren’t here to watch. You were here to help.

You released the Mimikyu from its pokéball, after having thrown the pokéball out in front of you. You didn’t want to send Kyute out into the fray just yet.

You were admittedly nervous for their well being.

Kyute blinked in confusion for a moment before locking eyes with you. You both seemed to share each other’s concerns. Kyute wasn’t nearly powerful enough to fight against much stronger Pokemon than itself.

Kyute at least had the advantage of not having ghost type moves being super effective against them, thanks to their fairy typing. But they were so inexperienced, that their one ghost type move, Astonish, would barely scratch the enemy Pokemon. And Copycat was a game of chance.

You whined softly. 

You couldn’t even begin to consider sending Kyute out there. That would be so reckless and irresponsible.

As you looked around, you noticed similar realizations in the rest of the group. Their Pokémon out, now looking at their trainers, and their trainers realizing that even if they outnumbered the Sorrow Grunts, their fledgling Pokemon were gnats in comparison.

They’d just get in the Professor’s way.

But then, something clicked. Maybe you didn’t have to beat them in a battle. Maybe there was another way.

You quickly signed to Andy, who nodded in understanding and turned to the others.

“We don’t have to fight them directly.” 

He whispered to the group. 

“We just need to distract them long enough for the Professor to turn things around.”

Ripple frowned, seeming unsure. 

“How? If we get in the way, we’ll just make things worse.”

You glanced at the grunts. The female one was still barking orders at her Cofagrigus, while the male clutched a stolen folder tightly to his chest. 

That folder… that was the key.

You signed quickly to Andy again. 

‘We‘ll get the research back.’

Andy’s eyes widened, and then a mischievous grin spread across his face.

 “Oh, I like this plan.”

Ranjo hesitated, glancing at the grunts, still looking unsettled. But he gave a slow nod, adjusting his hat with determination. 

“I’ll help to back you up.”

Ripple cracked her knuckles, grinning at the group’s newfound synergy. 

“Fine. Just tell me what to do.”

You took a deep breath, then pointed to the male grunt. If you could get the folder away from him, the grunts might retreat, not wanting to risk losing what they’d stolen. And if they didn’t? Well, the Professor seemed to be handling himself just fine, he just needed a little more time.

“Alright.” 

Andy whispered to everyone again. 

“Here’s what we do…”

The plan was simple. Create a diversion, snatch the folder, and make a break for it.

Ripple, being the loudest and most confident, took the lead. She stomped forward, pointing dramatically at the female grunt.

“Hey, lady! Your stupid ghost Pokémon isn’t even that scary! My Pokémon could totally take it down!” 

She threw out her pokéball, releasing Lily the eager little Nymphit. Lily was making taunting and challenging noises, which seemed humorous given its pathetic size compared to the Cofagrigus.

The female grunt sneered.

 “Oh, you think so, huh? I’ll wipe that smug look off your face. Cofagrigus, Hex!”

As Cofagrigus prepared its attack, Ripple ordered Lily to dodge backwards, leading the fight away from the male grunt, who was now slightly distracted. That was your cue.

Ranjo and Andy moved in next. Andy, ever the actor, pretended to trip and fall right in front of the male grunt. 

“Oof! Ow, man! Watch where you’re standing!”

The grunt barely spared him a glance.

 “Tch. You need to get out of the way, kid.”

But that split second of inattention was all you needed.

You dashed forward, Kyute right beside you. As you ran past, you motioned quickly for them to use Copycat, and pointed at Maushold, who had just used Beat Up.

Kyute’s eyes sparkled with understanding, and suddenly, small, ghostly fists appeared in the air, striking at the grunt’s arms.

“What the-?!” 

He flinched, instinctively letting go of the folder to shield himself. That was your chance.

Ranjo dove forward, snatching the papers before they hit the ground.

“Got it!” 

He shouted triumphantly to Andy.

The male grunt whirled around, eyes blazing.

“You little brats!”

But before he could do anything, Professor Pine let out a loud laugh. 

“Yo, check it, kids! These lamos are about to have a seriously un-chill time.”

He pointed dramatically at his Maushold. 

“Popcorn and the crew, use Crunch!”

The tiny mice Pokémon swarmed the Marowak, landing precise, devastating bites. The Marowak shrieked in pain, collapsing from exhaustion.

The female grunt’s eyes widened.

 “We’re outnumbered!”

The male grunt looked at all of you, then at the Professor, and snarled.

“This isn’t over.” 

He threw out a smoke bomb, filling the area with thick, dark clouds.

By the time the smoke cleared, the grunts were gone.

Professor Pine dusted himself off, then turned to you with an easygoing grin. 

“Yo, that was like, majorly rad, dudes. You totally outplayed those guys.”

You grinned back, feeling a rush of pride. Kyute let out a happy squeak, clearly pleased with their part in the plan.

Andy clapped you on the back. 

“That was genius, Ivy! We didn’t even have to battle them.”

Ripple huffed. 

“I wish I could’ve done more than just distracting them.”

Lily squeaked in agreement, though it was hard to say if Lily just agreed to whatever Ripple said.

Ranjo, however, was still somewhat tense. You noticed his hands were clenched at his sides, his gaze distant, despite trying to hide his discomfort from the others.

Before you could ask him about it, Professor Pine took the folder from Ranjo, flipping through the pages. His usual carefree expression faltered for a split second, his brows furrowing.

“Well, this ain’t good.”

That wasn’t a good sign. 

‘What is it?‘

The Professor sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“These guys were after research on the Despair Pokémon. I was just chillin’, doin’ my thing, but, like… this info? If they were willing to steal it, that means they’re serious. And if Team Sorrow’s got seriously un-rad plans…”

A heavy silence fell over the group.

Ranjo finally spoke, voice tight. 

“Then we need to stop them.”

You turned to him, surprised at his sudden determination. Especially since Team Sorrow seemed to absolutely terrify him.

Ripple crossed her arms. 

“Wait, what? We’re just a bunch of new trainers! What are we supposed to do against an entire organization?”

Professor Pine grinned, back to his usual self. 

“Yo, don’t sweat it. You guys did awesome today. Just keep training, keep gettin’ stronger, and when the time comes, you’ll know what to do.”

Terrible influence as always. But you kind of appreciated it. He encouraged you all to do your best, and fight back against any wrong that tried to show up.

His words reassured everyone, but you still had some doubts about the new situation. And that strange moment earlier, when you heard Ranjo’s thoughts, still lingered in your mind.

Something was going on. Something bigger than just today’s battle.

And you had a feeling this was only the beginning.

Before you could dwell on it too much though, Andy patted you on the back, grabbing your attention as he smiled at you.

“Let’s go see Mom! After everything that happened, we haven’t even gotten to show off our new Pokemon to her. Plus, we need to tell her about everything that happened.”

You nodded in agreement, but Professor Pine interrupted you two.

“Hold on one super duper long second, my little trainer broskis! I up and totally forgot to give my pal Ivory some pokeballs for the road! Gave some to all the other trainer bros, so need to make sure everything is all equal, ya dig?”

Oh right. 

Everyone else got pokeballs, and not you. You had to borrow one of Andy’s, just to catch Kyute.

You were handed five pokeballs. Now you can go back home, and see Andy’s Mom.

Ripple and Ranjo smiled at you and Andy. Ripple spoke first.

“I need to go talk to my Dad, before I start heading out on my adventure. I also think I need to pack a few more things.”

Ranjo grinned, trying to get back to his usual self.

“And I’ll be waiting here for all of you! My Ma is back at Seasb Town, at Mirage Orchard. So when we travel, that’ll be what we see first.”

So we don’t get a choice, eh?

Seems that, despite it not being planned, everyone would be traveling together. That was just the unspoken agreement now.

It’s not like you minded though. You didn’t want to get to know everyone at first, but these idiots have grown on you, so it seems you’re stuck with them. Oh well, it’s better than being completely alone.

Had you not had Kyute, you might’ve had to say goodbye to Ripple, Ranjo, and even Andy, and stay at Acorn Town with the Professor and Andy’s Mom. Not the worst fate, but a lonely one with no one your age to talk to.

You clear your head of that narrowly avoided reality immediately.

It was time to chin up, and see Andy’s Mom.

The walk back to Andy’s house was peaceful, a sharp contrast to the chaos you had just left behind. Acorn Town wasn’t large, but it had a cozy charm.

Winding dirt paths, thick trees that swayed in the gentle breeze, and the ever present sound of bird Pokémon in the distance. You could already guess that Andy’s Mom was home, either tending to her Pokémon or lost in some old memory of her adventuring days by now.

Of course, she still had the occasional adventure, but being a dedicated parent meant not going too far from home, unless it was for extended business trips as she put it.

You’re still not exactly sure what Andy’s Mom’s job was, but with her love for bird Pokemon and adventures, you always figured it was some kind of aviation thing.

Andy led the way, practically skipping ahead, his excitement barely contained. You followed at a more measured pace, Kyute nestled in your arms, their tiny unseen paws gripping your sleeve. 

Ripple had gone off to see her dad, and Ranjo had stayed behind, but that was fine. Right now, it was just you, Andy, and the anticipation of seeing his Mom again.

The house came into view. It was a cozy cottage nestled among towering trees, with a wide-open yard where several bird Pokémon were perched on wooden posts and rooftops. A flock of Pidove cooed softly, while a proud-looking Staraptor preened its feathers near the porch. But it was the large, regal Noctowl perched near the entrance that caught your eye immediately.

“Mom!” 

Andy called, jogging ahead.

The front door swung open, and there she was. She stepped onto the porch, hands on her hips, an amused look on her face. Her dark, wavy hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, and her eyes, sharp and knowing, landed on both of you instantly. 

Even if you didn’t know much about Andy’s mom and her story, she always had the air of someone important. Someone powerful.

“Back already, huh?” 

She mused, with a smirk on her face.

“What, you couldn’t last a day without coming home to see your amazing mother?”

Andy rolled his eyes, but his grin didn’t fade. 

“We’ve got a lot to tell you!”

She glanced at you, her eyes lingering for just a second longer than usual, as if reading something in your expression. Then, without missing a beat, she motioned toward the yard, for the both of you to follow.

“Alright, alright. Tell me everything. And I hope you’re ready to show me your new Pokémon.”

The second she said that, Noctowl let out a soft hoot, ruffling its feathers, almost as if it, too, was interested in what you had to say.

You took a deep breath.

Where even to begin?

She ushered you both towards a cushioned seat in the yard, her eyes flickering toward Kyute in your arms.

“Oh, you got one too, Ivory?” 

She softened a bit, smiling at the little Mimikyu. 

“They’re adorable. A Mimikyu suits you.”

Kyute blinked at her, then tucked themselves into your cloak slightly, clearly a bit shy from all the attention.

After getting you both seated and giving you some homemade oran berry juice, Andy’s Mom finally sat down across from you.

“Now…” 

She started, her tone shifting to something more serious.

“Tell me everything.”

Wuh oh. Seems she must have heard about what happened already.

That, or something about your expression had given something away, that something had happened.

Andy had already launched into the story, leaving nothing out. About how Team Sorrow attacked, how the Professor handled himself, how you all worked together to outsmart the grunts, and most importantly, how they were after research on the ‘Despair Pokémon.’

Andy’s Mom’s expression darkened at that. Her fingers tightened slightly around the rim of her glass, as she looked thoughtful, as if trying to recall information.

“You said ‘Despair Pokémon’? I was hoping that was just an old rumor.”

“You’ve heard of it?”

Andy asked curiously. It wasn’t too unsurprising that Andy’s Mom had heard of it, with all her travels.

She hesitated, then nodded. 

“Not much. Just whispers here and there. A Pokémon said to feed off negative emotions… despair, specifically. But if this Team Sorrow is after it, then it can’t be for any good reasons.” 

Andy crossed his arms, looking unusually serious. 

“Then we need to stop them.”

She frowned, but she didn’t immediately shut him down. Instead, she studied both of you for a long moment.

“You kids are really set on this, aren’t you?”

You didn’t even need to think about it. You nodded.

She smirked, before roaring with laughter.

“I knew I did something right, when I raised you two! You kids got the spunk that I like to see! Just don’t get too hurt, alright? Oh, and Andy dear. You forgot to show me your Pokémon. You can’t leave your dear old mom out like that!”

Andy perked up immediately, his serious expression melting away into excitement.

“Oh, right!” 

He grabbed a Pokéball from his belt, tossing it into the air. 

“Come on out, Berry!”

In a flash of light, the small, leafy badger Pokémon landed on the ground, shaking itself out and wagging its small tail. 

Andy’s Mom raised her eyebrows, her sharp eyes immediately staring at Berry the Hedgal with intrigue. 

“You know, that’s quite a rare Pokémon Andy.” 

She smiled, scratching Berry’s head gently. The little Pokémon seemed to love the attention. Andy was practically beaming.

“Professor Pine gave him to me! Said he had a feeling we’d make a good match.”

Andy’s Mom chuckled, shaking her head. 

“That man always has a way of knowing things before they happen.” 

She leaned forward, studying Berry as she petted them. 

“Looks like you got yourself a special partner. Remember to take good care of them, and you’ll both be friends for life.”

Berry let out a snort in agreement, his small tail wagging rapidly. Andy’s Mom reached out, scratching behind his equally small ears.

“You made a good choice, kiddo. He’s got a lot of fire in him, I can tell. You’ll win many battles with this one, if you apply yourself.”

Andy practically puffed up with pride, kneeling to scratch Berry’s back. Berry then rolled over, now wanting tummy rubs, as they got comfortable with all the attention.

“He’s the best! We’re gonna get even stronger and take down Team Sorrow!”

Andy’s Mom smirked, but her eyes carried something deeper. Concern, maybe? Or a flicker of nostalgia. You had a feeling she saw a bit of her younger self in Andy’s enthusiasm.

She turned back to you, her gaze landing on Kyute again. 

“And you, Ivory? Think you’re ready for an adventure?”

Kyute peeked out from your cloak, their little ragged cloth ears bouncing. You hesitated, then nodded. You hadn’t planned on setting out on a journey. You hadn’t even planned on catching a Pokémon. But now, with Andy, Ripple, and Ranjo, it felt like the only path forward.

Andy’s Mom’s expression softened just a bit. 

“Good. Because if you’re serious about this, you’re going to need to be prepared.”

She stood up, brushing off her pants, then stretched. 

“Tell you what. I was planning on heading out soon anyway. But before I do, I think I’ve got something that might help you two out.”

Andy’s eyes lit up.

“Wait, really?!”

Andy’s Mom just smirked. 

“Come on inside, let’s see what I can dig up.”

With that, she turned on her heel and strode toward the house, Noctowl fluttering behind her. You and Andy exchanged a glance before scrambling to follow. 

Berry went back into their pokeball to nap, now that they were no longer in the spotlight.

Whatever Andy’s Mom had in store for you, you had a feeling it was going to be something special. 

You both made your ways into the house, trailing behind Andy’s Mom.

Inside, the house smelled like a faint scent of something herbal. It was probably tea that Andy’s Mom made when she got back home. 

As you walked past walls lined with packed bookshelves, you noticed a few framed photographs of Andy’s Mom in her younger days. Some showed her standing proudly with a team of bird Pokémon, while others depicted her in the middle of some wild adventure, with people you don't recognize.

She moved with ease through the cluttered but cozy space, stepping over a pile of travel gear she had brought back with her, near the door and making a beeline for a wooden cabinet to the far wall. Noctowl perched itself on the back of a nearby chair, watching you and Andy with knowing eyes.

“Alright, let’s see… I know I put them somewhere in here.”

Andy’s Mom muttered as she rummaged through the cabinet, pushing aside neatly folded scarves, a pair of old aviator goggles, and what looked like a half eaten granola bar.

Andy rocked on his heels, barely able to contain his excitement. 

“Is it something cool? It’s something cool, right?”

She glanced back at him with a smirk.

 “Oh, it’s more than cool, kiddo. It’s practical.”

After a few more moments of digging, she finally pulled out two small devices and held them up triumphantly. They were sleek, compact, and unmistakably PokéGears.

Andy gasped. 

“No way! You’re giving us PokéGears?!”

Andy’s excitement was incredibly infectious. His Mom tossed one to him and then offered the other to you. 

“You bet. Can’t have you two running around the region without a way to call home, can I?”

You turned the PokéGear over in your hands. It was a slightly older model, but it was in pristine condition. The screen flickered to life when you pressed a button, displaying a simple menu with a map function, a phone list, and even a built-in radio.

“Whoa… Now we can call you whenever we want!”

Andy grinned as he strapped his PokéGear onto his wrist. His PokéGear was a bright green, matching his clothes.

Yours was black and purple, matching yours. It’s was as if these PokéGear were picked out specifically for the two of you.

His mom chuckled.

“That’s the idea. And don’t think I won’t be calling either of YOU to check in. I am still your mother.”

Andy rolled his eyes playfully, but there was a warmth to his expression.

You, meanwhile, stared at the PokéGear, feeling a strange sense of reassurance. Having a way to keep in touch… It made this whole adventure feel a little less daunting.

Andy’s Mom clapped her hands together.

“Now, before you two run off, let’s talk about packing. You’re not just running around the backyard anymore. You need to be prepared.”

She strode over to a nearby trunk and flipped it open, revealing neatly packed travel gear.

“First thing’s first, a tent. You’re gonna need shelter, unless you wanna sleep under the stars every night. And trust me, that gets old fast.”

She pulled out a compact, lightweight tent and set it aside. 

She then grabbed two rolled up sleeping bags and tossed one to each of you. 

“Sleeping bags! Good ones, not the cheap kind that fall apart the first time it rains.”

Andy caught his sleeping bag, grinning. 

“This is awesome! It’s like we’re real explorers now!”

His Mom snorted, looking over at Andy fondly. 

“You are real explorers now. That’s why you need this.”

She pulled out a cloth pouch and opened it, revealing a neatly folded map.

 “A map of the region. Your PokéGear has a digital one, but tech can fail. Never hurts to have a backup.”

Then came a small, but well stocked first aid kit. 

“Just in case. Hopefully, you won’t need it, but better safe than sorry.”

After that, she pulled out a waterproof bag filled with energy bars, trail mix, and dried fruit. 

“Snacks. Good ones. You’ll be burning a lot of energy, and not everywhere you go will have a Pokémon Center with food.”

Andy eagerly took the bag, inspecting its contents. You knew how much he loved to eat. Hopefully, the snacks last the trip to the nearest city. You were sure Andy could handle it though.

“Oh wow, you really thought of everything!”

She ruffled his hair. 

“Of course I did. I’ve been on my fair share of journeys, kiddo. I know what’s important.”

Finally, she handed each of you a small bundle of spare clothes. 

“And a change of clothes. Trust me, you will get dirty, sweaty, and rained on at some point. You’ll thank me later.”

With everything gathered, she took a step back, hands on her hips.

“Alright. That should do it. You two should be ready to head out now.”

You glanced at Andy, feeling the weight of the supplies in your hands. This was really happening. This wasn’t just a spontaneous decision anymore. This was real.

Andy’s Mom must have sensed your thoughts because she gave you a reassuring smile. 

“You got this, Ivory. Both of you do. Just stick together, watch each other’s backs, and don’t be afraid to call if you need anything.”

Andy nodded eagerly. 

“We won’t let you down, Mom!”

She laughed heartily in response. 

“I know you won’t.”

She then turned toward you, her expression softening slightly.

“You two take care of each other, yeah?”

You blinked, then nodded. Andy’s Mom smirked at that.

“Good. Now, get going before I get all sentimental and start crying or something.”

Andy groaned. 

“Ugh, Mom…”

Laughing, she pulled both of you into a quick, strong hug before finally stepping back.

“Alright, scram, you little adventurers. Go make some memories.”

With that, you and Andy packed your bags, and stepped out of the house, now fully equipped and ready for the journey ahead.

You both looked at each other, nodding.

“Ready to meet up with the others, Ivy?”

You smiled, briefly putting your hands on the straps of your backpack, as Kyute stood on your shoulder, staring at your PokéGear curiously.

‘Ready!’

You both walked through the dirt paths of Acorn Town, until you saw Ripple and Ranjo, where you two agreed to meet back up. It seems the two had been talking to each other, while you and Andy were busy.

When you both got closer, they spotted you two and waved in greeting.

Ripple grinned as she adjusted the strap of her bag. 

“There you guys are! Took you long enough.”

Ranjo grinned cheekily, seeing how large your bags were.

”Did your mom load you up with supplies like she was sending you off to war?”

Andy snorted, patting his bag proudly. 

“Basically! But hey, we’re officially set for adventure now.”

Ranjo smirked, arms crossed.

“Good. ’Cause once we hit Route 1, there’s no turning back. Seasb Town’s not too far, but it’s still a good walk away.”

You nodded, shifting your bag on your shoulders. You had never imagined you’d be doing this so soon. Traveling, making friends, heading toward something bigger than yourself. Yet here you were, with Andy, Ripple, and Ranjo, about to take your first step into the unknown.

Well… technically not first. You did kind of run off into the wilderness in your little freak out. How embarrassing. But you wouldn’t have met Kyute if you hadn’t.

Speaking of which, Kyute shifted slightly on your shoulder, peeking up at you, as if sensing your thoughts. You reached up and gave them a reassuring pat.

Ripple stretched her arms with an excited smile

“Alright, let’s hit the road before the sun goes down. First one to spot a wild Pokémon wins!”

Andy gasped dramatically. 

“You’re on!”

Laughing, the four of you set off down the path leading out of Acorn Town, the first true step of your journey. The wind was crisp, the air buzzing with the sound of wild Pokémon hidden in the grass and trees. The dirt road ahead stretched onward, winding toward the next town.

Whatever lay ahead, you’d be ready for it.

Chapter Text

As you walked along the dirt path of Route 1, the chatter between your group was lively. The tension from before had faded, replaced by the simple excitement of adventure. The path was lined with tall grass, swaying gently in the breeze, and you could hear the occasional rustle, with Pokémon hiding just out of sight.

Ripple, eager to win her little challenge, was the first to sprint ahead. She crouched low, eyes darting over the grass.

“Come on, there’s gotta be something around here!” 

Andy chuckled.

“You’re acting like a predator.”

“I am a predator!” 

Ripple shot back playfully, scanning for movement. Then, she froze. 

“Wait. There!” 

She pointed toward a patch of grass that rustled slightly.

The four of you went quiet, watching as a small, green Pokémon peeked out. It had a round body, a large bulb on its back, and a curious yet cautious look in its red eyes.

You took out your Pokédex, to scan the Pokémon in front of you.

“Bulbasaur, the Seed Pokemon. The seed on its back is filled with nutrients. The seed grows steadily larger as its body grows.“

“A Bulbasaur! No way!” 

Ripple whispered excitedly. The Bulbasaur locked eyes with her, and for a brief moment, it felt like a silent challenge.

Ripple wasted no time.

“Alright, let’s do this!”

She reached for her Pokéball and grabbed the one containing her Pokémon, letting out the small blue Nymphit she had received from Professor Pine. 

“Alright, Lily, let’s show ‘em what we got!”

With a burst of light, the Nymphit landed on the ground, croaking confidently.

The Bulbasaur huffed, lowering itself into a battle stance.

“Alright, Lily, use Bubble!” 

Ripple commanded.

Lily leapt forward, releasing a stream of shimmering bubbles toward Bulbasaur. The attack hit, making the wild Pokémon stagger back slightly, but it quickly retaliated with a Tackle, slamming into Lily and sending the small frog skidding back.

“You okay?” 

Ripple called, wincing at the hit. Lily shook itself off and croaked determinedly.

“Alright, let’s weaken it just a bit more. Bubble again!”

Lily leapt at Bulbasaur, landing a quick, clean strike. The Bulbasaur stumbled, panting but still standing.

Ripple grinned, grabbing an empty Pokéball. 

“Alright, time to make it official!” 

She tossed the Pokéball, watching as it struck Bulbasaur and absorbed it in a flash of red light.

The Pokéball wobbled once… twice… three times… click!

Ripple let out a victorious yell. 

“YES! I CAUGHT A BULBASAUR!” 

She picked up the Pokéball, grinning ear to ear. Andy pumped a fist in the air, excited for Ripple. Ranjo smirked at her.

“Nice one, Ripple! Guess that means I gotta catch something too, huh?”

Almost as if on cue, a rustling sound came from a small pond nearby. A green, seed-like humanoid Pokémon, wearing a lilypad for a hat, slithered out of the reeds. Its head was brown however, unlike the rest of its body. 

Its eyes were wide and curious. It must’ve wanted to see what all the noise was about.

Ranjo’s grin widened. 

“Well, well. Look at this cute little guy. I didn’t expect to see a Reedling out here.”

Andy raised one of his brows. 

“Wait, what’s a Reedling?”

You tilted your head. You also hadn’t heard of that Pokémon before.

You moved your Pokédex again, to scan the Reedling.

“Reedling, the Pond Seed Pokémon. Reedling like to sleep in ponds. The tops of their heads can be seen floating above the water, collecting sunlight, as they drink nutrients from the water.”

“They’re Grass types that know some water attacks. Some live near the ponds back home, but I didn’t think they’d also be out here. This one’s mine.”

Ranjo explained, cracking his knuckles, as he got ready to capture the Pokémon.

He pulled out a Pokéball, releasing his starter Pokemon, Humo the Spitick, their bright reddish orange spider fluff flickering like a flame. The little Pokémon squeaked excitedly, ready for battle.

“Alright Humo, use Ember!”

Humo let out a burst of small flames, but Reedling was quick, darting to the side and countering with Water Gun. The blast of water hit Humo, making it stumble back. Ranjo winced a little, knowing it was super effective.

“This one’s feisty. But we got this!”

The battle went on, with Humo using Ember to land precise blows, slowly wearing down Reedling. Finally, when the wild Pokémon was weakened enough, Ranjo grinned and threw his Pokéball.

The ball wobbled… then clicked.

Ranjo jumped with  his fist in the air, Humo bouncing along with him. 

“Yeah! That’s how we do it!”

He walked over, picking up his new partner’s Pokéball with a satisfied grin.

“Welcome to the team, Reedling.”

“Not bad, Ranjo. But I still caught mine first.”

Ripple crossed her arms, smirking. Ranjo rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. You win the competition.” 

Andy laughed, looking between you and the others. 

“Looks like our team’s growing fast.”

You stuck out your tongue lazily in response. What did it mean? You wouldn’t clue them in.

You watched as Ripple and Ranjo admired their new partners, feeling an odd sense of jealousy. You were happy for them though. But still, you’d wish to catch some more Pokémon too. Not for any real reason, than to feel more included.

You knew it was a little irrational to feel that way, but you can’t help how you feel. You’re just glad you’re not showing that outwardly though, looking happy for the group.

You tightened your grip on your bag. Whatever Pokémon showed up next, you’d resolve to catch it. 

“Alright, let’s keep moving. Seasb Town’s waiting for us!”

Andy said, turning back to the road. With new teammates and excitement buzzing in the air, the four of you continued onward, stepping further into your adventure.

The dirt path stretched on as the sun slowly lowered in the sky, casting golden hues over the rolling fields ahead. As you and your friends walked, the landscape gradually shifted. The dense trees and tall grasses of Route 1 gave way to open farmland, with wide expanses of rich, dark soil freshly tilled for the upcoming season. Wooden fences lined the dirt road, enclosing patches of crops and grazing Pokémon.

The scent of earth and fresh hay filled the air, mixed with the faintest hint of clay from the riverbanks nearby. Seasb Town was known for its fertile lands and natural clay deposits, making it a hub for both farming and pottery.

Ripple let out a whistle, taking in the sight.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been here. Reminds me of my old home in a way.”

Andy stretched, rolling his shoulders.

“Good. ’Cause I could use some home cooked food after all this walking.”

Ranjo grinned at Andy sunnyly.

“You and me both. My legs are killing me. Luckily, Mirage Orchard is not that far from here, so we’ll be getting that soon!”

As you neared the town entrance, you saw a wooden signpost reading the following.

‘Welcome to Seasb Town – Where Soil and Soul Flourish!’

Oh, that’s nice.

The path led you past small farmhouses with rooftops of deep, earthy red. Farmers tended to their fields, some accompanied by Pokémon like Mudbray, Grotle, and even a Lombre, which happily sprayed water over a vegetable patch.

The streets of Seasb Town were simple, lined with modest homes and shops with handcrafted clay pots displayed in front. People moved about at a relaxed pace, many greeting you and your friends with friendly nods.

Andy nudged you. 

“Alright, Ivy. Where to first? Pokémon Center? Food? Or are we just gonna wander until something happens?”

Ranjo grinned. 

“Something always happens. But I’d really like to go home to the Orchard. You’ll get everything you need there anyway. Healing our Pokémon, warm food, and I’m sure Ma will let you guys use the spare beds!”

You could tell Ranjo really wanted to see home. It made sense though. Everyone else got to go home briefly, before setting off on their adventure. The only one who didn't was Ranjo.

You just nodded at Ranjo, making it known to everyone that you agreed with going to Mirage Orchard first.

As the group made their way through Seasb Town, following the winding dirt path toward Mirage Orchard, the scenery became even more picturesque. Rows of berry trees stretched out in neat lines, their branches heavy with ripe grepa berries, lums, and sitrus berries. The scent of fresh fruit filled the air, mingling with the distant sound of a river flowing nearby.

But as you neared the entrance, a figure blocked the way.

A young boy, about the same age as you and Ranjo, leaned against the wooden gate leading into the orchard, arms crossed. His dark red eyes were sharp with suspicion, and his stance was firm, like he was daring anyone to try and pass without his permission.

 He had light purplish blue, wavy hair that was slightly unkempt, and he wore a brownish red poncho over a simple shirt, an equally colored hat, with boots caked in dried mud. His expression twisted into a scowl as soon as he saw Ranjo.

“Mucoso…” 

Ranjo muttered under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck.

The boy you now know to be Mucoso, pushed off the gate and took a few steps toward the group.

“Well, well, look who finally decided to come home.”

Mucoso said, his voice thick with skepticism. His gaze flickered to the rest of you. 

“And he brought some strays with him.”

Ouch.

Mucoso reminded you of a spider, just like Ranjo did. But if Ranjo was a harmless little jumping spider, Mucoso was a spider dripping with venom, ready to bite at anything that stepped too close.

Ripple scowled at Mucoso’s jabs.

“Who are you calling a stray?”

Andy crossed his arms, not happy with the hostile welcome either. 

“You know him, Ranjo?”

Ranjo sighed, not surprised by Mucoso’s attitude, but not glad that the others had to see it first hand. He should have probably warned them, but he forgot that Mucoso liked being on watch duty.

“Yeah. He’s my cousin. Adopted, like me. But, uh… don’t expect a warm welcome.”

Mucoso scoffed. 

“Damn right, don’t.” 

His sharp gaze then zeroed in on Ranjo. 

“You waltz off on your ‘big adventure’ and expect to come back whenever you please? Like you didn’t leave us to pick up the slack?”

Ranjo stiffened.

 “I didn’t ‘leave’, you make it sound like-”

“You did, and now you’re back, acting like everything’s fine.”

Mucoso interrupted coldly.

The air grew tense. You could feel Ranjo trying to keep his cool, but Mucoso clearly wasn’t going to make things easy. 

Ranjo tried desperately to smooth the situation.

“Look, I only went off for a little bit, to get my first Pokémon! It’s a little Spitick I named Humo, and even Ripple got one too! She named her Pokemon Lily.”

Mucoso eyes flickered to their pokeballs. He snorted with contempt.

“Lily? Humo? They sound like names a five year old would come up with.”

Ripple bristled indignantly.

“Hey! There’s nothing wrong with their names!”

“Sure, if you like naming them like they’re house pets.” 

Mucoso shot back. Honestly, what was his problem?

Andy stepped forward, unimpressed.

“Alright, we get it, you’re the Orchard’s big scary guard. So what, are you gonna let us in or not?”

Mucoso smirked slyly for a brief moment, but even then it reverted to his cold expression not a moment later.

“That depends.”

Ranjo groaned, knowing something was coming.

 “Oh no…”

Mucoso ignored him. He reached up and, with one swift motion, snatched Ranjo’s hat right off his head.

“Hey!” 

Ranjo exclaimed, trying to grab it back, but Mucoso held it out of reach.

“You can have it back. After you do your share of chores. No slacking.”

Mucoso said smoothly, tucking the hat under his arm, 

Ranjo clenched his fist, pouting.

“You serious right now?”

“Dead serious. You don’t just get to come and go like a guest. You wanna stay here? You work for it.”

Mucoso responded to Ranjo coolly, not caring about his cousin’s reaction.

Ranjo groaned dramatically, rubbing his face. 

“You. Are. The worst.”

Mucoso shrugged, and then walked off.

“Yeah, yeah. Now get moving.”

He stepped aside, finally allowing the group to enter Mirage Orchard, but not without giving Ranjo a brief smug look as he walked past, still holding the stolen hat.

Ranjo muttered under his breath.

“I should’ve stayed on the road…”

Andy patted him on the back with a grin.

“Come on, you had to know this was coming.”

Ripple snickered.

“Yeah, what a nice ‘welcome home,’ huh?”

Ranjo groaned again, but despite the annoyance, you could see the smallest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. Like, deep down… it was good to be back.

As you and the others stepped onto the orchard grounds, the scent of fresh berries and soil filled your lungs. Trees heavy with ripe fruit stretched out in every direction, their branches swaying in the breeze. Wooden crates full of freshly harvested berries sat stacked near a small farmhouse.

Then, the front door of the farmhouse burst open.

A tall woman with bright lemon yellow hair strode out onto the porch, a warm grin already spreading across her face. Her arms were dusted with flour, and she wiped them quickly on her apron before opening them wide.

“Rahn-ho!”

Her voice was thick with an accent. Ranjo barely had time to react before his mom pulled him into a tight embrace, lifting him slightly off the ground.

“Oof! Hi Ma!”

 Ranjo laughed, arms pinned to his sides, due to the tightness of the hug. 

“It’s good to see you too!”

His mom finally let him go, ruffling his already messy hair. 

“About time ya came home! We’ve missed you ’round here!”

Her bright eyes flickered toward the rest of the group, and her smile grew even warmer. 

“And y'all must be Rahn-ho’s friends! Come in, come in, I’ve just made some berry tarts.”

Andy perked up at the mention of food, while Ripple was already moving toward the house. You followed, looking at Ranjo for a moment questioningly.

“That’s my Ma. You can call her Ms. Ponderosa if you want. She doesn’t mind.”

Ponderosa huh? She reminded you of a bird. 

As you all stepped inside, the smell of baking pastries and spiced cider wrapped around you like a cozy blanket. The kitchen was bustling with warmth, with cooling racks full of golden brown looking tarts, some still steaming.

Just as you were settling in, another figure entered through the back door. A woman with messy lime green hair, dressed in a loose button up shirt, a brown jacket and worn jeans, stepped inside. She barely spared the group a glance before walking straight to the counter, grabbing a cigarette from a small tin.

Ranjo noticed you staring and whispered in your ear.

“That’s Ms. Tilia. Mucoso’s mom, and my Ma’s sister.”

She struck a match, lighting the cigarette with a practiced motion, then leaned against the counter, taking a slow drag. Her gaze finally landed on Ranjo, and for a moment, there was silence. Then she exhaled a stream of smoke and muttered.

“Hmph. You’re back.”

Ranjo scratched his cheek awkwardly. 

“Yup.”

Tilia didn’t say anything else. She just turned her attention out the window, seemingly uninterested in the conversation altogether.

Ponderosa clapped her hands together, cutting through the awkward tension.

“Well, no matter what, y’all are here now! Eat up before the tarts get cold.”

And just like that, the tension eased. You grabbed a tart, the flaky crust giving way to a sweet and sour, yet tangy berry filling. Around you, Ripple hummed in delight, and Andy was already getting his second helping. Even Ranjo, despite Mucoso’s earlier welcome, looked at peace here.

You decided you could relax, and enjoy some of the desserts. For now, at least.

As the warm atmosphere of the kitchen filled the air, Tilia finally moved away from the counter. She reached into the fridge, pulled out a small tin, and popped the lid open. Inside was a smooth, pastel colored sherbet, swirled in soft hues of yellow and green. Without a word, she grabbed a spoon, scooped a generous portion into a bowl, and placed it on the table.

Then, she called out, her voice as flat as ever.

“Mucoso.”

There was a brief pause before slow, measured footsteps approached from the hallway. Mucoso stepped into the kitchen, his expression still cool, though his gaze flickered to the bowl on the table.

He didn’t say a word of thanks, but he walked over, grabbed the bowl, and turned right back around, heading outside with it. He pushed open the farmhouse door and settled himself on the porch steps, spooning the sherbet into his mouth as he stared out at the orchard.

Ponderosa watched him go, shaking her head with a small sigh. Then, she wiped her hands on her apron and turned to Ranjo.

“Rahn-ho, honey, why don’t ya go sit with him? And maybe introduce your friends while you’re at it?”

Ranjo hesitated, rubbing the back of his head. 

“Ah, Ma… you know how he is.”

“I do… And that’s exactly why ya should try. He could use some friends, whether he admits it or not.”

Ponderosa answered with a concerned look towards the door.

Ranjo frowned, glancing toward the door where Mucoso had disappeared. He knew his cousin wasn’t the type to open up easily. Still, Ponderosa had a way of nudging him in the right direction, whether he liked it or not.

He liked to think he had a strong sense of morals, thanks to her. Keeping him on the right path, even when things seemed difficult.

Ripple crossed her arms. 

“Honestly, I don’t think he WANTS friends.”

Andy shrugged, though voiced his agreement with Ripple. 

“Yeah, kinda feels like he’d rather be left alone.”

Ponderosa hummed, looking at the group. She did understand their perspective. But she also lived with her sister and her nephew, and knew them better.

“That boy… he’s got a sharp tongue, sure, but that don’t mean he don’t get lonely.” 

She turned to Ranjo specifically.

 “If you make the first step, maybe he’ll come around. Ain’t hurt to try.”

Ranjo sighed, knowing there was no winning against his Ma’s gentle persistence. He stuffed his hands in his pockets. 

“Fine, fine. I’ll go talk to him.”

Ponderosa beamed, proud of her son.

“That’s my boy.”

With a resigned groan, Ranjo pushed himself up from his seat and wandered out to the porch. You and the others exchanged glances, but no one moved to follow him.

However, Ripple and Andy did move to listen against the door, once Ranjo left through it. You didn’t want to snoop, but you also didn’t want to be left out, so you also leaned your ear against the door. You could just see slightly through the cracks.

Outside, Mucoso was sitting on the steps, staring at the orchard trees as he slowly ate his sherbet. His expression was unreadable, though there was a slight tension in his shoulders. Ranjo stood at the doorway for a moment, debating if this was even worth it.

Eventually, he sat down next to him, stretching his legs out.

“You really like that stuff, huh?”

Mucoso didn’t look at him. 

“Obviously.”

Silence stretched between them. The only sounds were the distant chirps of bird Pokémon and the rustling of the orchard trees in the breeze.

Ranjo cleared his throat. 

“Y’know, Ma thinks you should try talking to the others.”

Mucoso rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“And why would I do that?”

“She thinks you need friends.”

Mucoso shot him a sharp look, glaring right at him. 

“I don’t.”

Ranjo let out a dry chuckle. 

“Yeah, yeah, I figured you’d say that.”

Mucoso turned back to his sherbet, taking another spoonful.

“They don’t need to be my friends. They’re YOUR friends.”

Ranjo sighed, resting his arms on his knees.

“Well, maybe they could be yours too, if you actually gave ‘em a chance.”

Mucoso didn’t answer. He just kept eating, his gaze fixed on the orchard.

Ranjo leaned back, tilting his head toward the sky. He wasn’t expecting a sudden change. Mucoso was stubborn as a rock. But maybe, just maybe, he’d let his guard down a little.

For now, though, he’d just sit there. Sometimes, that was enough.

Inside, you, Ripple, and Andy were still pressed against the door, straining to hear. Andy sighed quietly.

“Well, at least they’re not fighting anymore.”

Ripple nodded, pulling back.

“I still don’t get that guy. What’s his deal?”

Ponderosa, who had been watching the entire time, chuckled softly. 

“Mucoso’s not bad. He just don’t trust easy.”

Tilia, who had been silent the whole time, finally spoke, her voice quiet but firm.

“He was left behind once. He’s not in a hurry to let that happen again.”

Her words made the room go still.

Ponderosa gave her sister a soft look before turning back to the group with a small smile.

“Anyway. Y’all should get some rest. You can stay here for the night, and tomorrow, you can start fresh.”

Ripple stretched with a satisfied sigh. 

“Sounds good to me.”

Andy yawned, moving a hand to cover his mouth.

“Yeah, I could use a comfy bed right now.”

Watching Andy yawn, made you yawn reflexively. You poked him in the side, for giving you the yawn, which got a small yelp from him.

He pouted at you. You just flashed him a cheeky smirk, with your tongue sticking out in response.

You glanced toward the door once more, wondering if Ranjo and Mucoso were still talking.

Whatever the case, it seemed like, slowly, things were settling into place for them. But you didn’t know that for sure. They apparently had a deeper history, and one that you weren’t entirely interested in learning much about at the moment.

Too tired for that. It’s sleeping time.

Ponderosa coughed into her hands, breaking the momentary silence.

“Alright, I’m sure y’all are tired. Y’all grab your things and head on over to the guest cabin. It ain’t much, but it’ll be cozy for the night. Ask Rahn-ho where it is, I’m sure he’d be happy to show you three.”

Ripple was already gathering her bag before she even finished speaking.

“Sounds perfect. As long as there’s a bed, I’m happy.”

Andy, still rubbing his side from your earlier poke, mumbled an agreement.

“Do you have any spare blankets?”

Ponderosa chuckled. 

“Don’t you worry, there’s plenty of those in the closet.”

You followed the others as they picked up their bags and shuffled outside. The night air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of sitrus berries and earth from the orchard. Illumise and Volbeat lights blinked lazily in the distance, and somewhere, a Noctowl hooted.

Ranjo was still outside with Mucoso, their conversation dwindling into silence. He noticed the group passing by and gave a small nod, but didn’t say anything. Mucoso barely even glanced up from his now-empty sherbet cup.

Ripple didn’t hesitate to call out and ask Ranjo for directions, like Ponderosa had told them to.

“Hey, Ranjo, where’s the guest cabin?”

Ranjo exhaled through his nose, pushing himself up from the porch steps. He stretched his arms over his head before jerking his index finger toward a worn dirt path leading further into the orchard.

“Follow that trail. It’s just a few minutes walk. Can’t miss it.”

Ripple nodded, already setting off. Andy lingered for a second, raising an eyebrow at Ranjo.

“Wait, you’re not coming with us?”

Ranjo gave him a grin, though there appeared to be a layer of something else underneath it. 

“Nah, I’ll stay here a little longer. You three can handle finding a cabin.”

Andy hummed, glancing between Ranjo and Mucoso before shrugging, before smiling and winking.

“Alright. Don’t get lost or anything.”

Ranjo rolled his eyes at Andy’s light tease.

“Yeah, yeah. I still live here, remember?”

You followed Ripple and Andy down the path, the orchard growing denser as the sounds of the farmhouse faded behind you. Volbeat flitted through the air, casting a faint golden glow over the winding roots and bushes. The ground was soft, and the night was alive with the sounds of Kricketune and Hoothoot calling to one another.

After a short walk, the trees gave way to a small clearing. Nestled beneath the branches was a quaint wooden cabin, its windows faintly glowing with the warmth of a lantern inside. The cabin was simple but sturdy, with a slanted roof and a porch swing gently swaying in the breeze. A few potted plants sat near the steps, their leaves glistening in the dim light.

Ripple whistled, admiring the sight.

“Huh. Not bad.”

Andy climbed the steps first and pushed open the door, which creaked slightly on its hinges. Inside, the cabin was cozy. A large rug covered the wooden floor, and a stone fireplace sat in one corner, unlit but stocked with firewood.

Thank goodness for it being unlit. You were afraid of fire.

There were two beds, a couch, and a small table with mismatched chairs. A quilt was draped over the back of the couch, and a couple of books were stacked neatly on the table.

Ripple threw her bag onto one of the beds and stretched. 

“I’m taking this one.”

Andy, not wanting to argue, took the other bed, flopping onto it with a content sigh.

You looked between them and the couch, realizing that unless you wanted to squeeze into one of the beds, you’d be taking the couch for the night. Not the worst fate, you suppose.

Ripple kicked off her boots and flopped onto the mattress. 

“We’ll leave in the morning, right?”

Andy mumbled a sleepy agreement.

You settled onto the couch, pulling the quilt over yourself. As your eyes slowly closed shut, you could hear the orchard trees rustling outside, their leaves rubbing against the cabin window.

Despite the tension with Mucoso, and the lingering questions about this town and the orchard, you found yourself drifting off easily.

Tomorrow was a new day. You’d decide more on what to do then.

Chapter Text

Morning came softly, with golden sunlight filtering through the curtains and the gentle chirping of bird Pokémon filling the air. You blinked awake, the warmth of the quilt still wrapped around you, as you stretched your limbs, feeling a slight ache from sleeping on the couch. Ripple was sprawled across her bed, one leg hanging off the side, while Andy was buried beneath his blankets, his brown hair a tangled mess sticking out from under them.

You rubbed your eyes and sat up, glancing out the window. That’s when you noticed movement outside.

Ranjo was already up and working.

Through the slightly fogged glass, you could see him near the orchard trees, carrying a wooden crate filled with freshly picked berries. He moved with a practiced ease, plucking ripe fruit from the branches and sorting them. His Pokémon were out too. His Spitick scurried up a tree, knocking down berries, while his Reedling poked at the ground, playfully plucking at the roots.

Your gaze shifted to a small satchel he had slung over his shoulder. Every so often, he’d pick out a handful of berries and carefully tuck them into the bag, clearly setting them aside for later. Treats for his Pokémon, most likely.

A yawn from behind you made you turn. Andy groggily sat up, blinking at you.

“What’re you looking at Ivy?” 

He murmured, rubbing his face.

‘Ranjo.’

You answered, tilting your head toward the window. Andy followed your gaze and squinted. 

“Man, he’s already up? I guess farm life keeps you moving.”

Ripple groaned as she stretched, her back cracking. 

“Ughhh, why’s he so productive this early? It’s unnatural.”

Still, despite her complaints, she pushed herself out of bed, stomping over to the window to peek outside herself. She watched for a moment before turning back with a smirk.

“He’s got the whole responsible farm boy thing going on. I should’ve expected as much, honestly. He makes it look easy.”

Andy snorted. 

“Yeah, until you realize he probably had to do this every day growing up.”

You stood up, running a hand through your hair before making your way to the door. Andy watched you, smiling and then looking back at Ripple.

“We should probably get moving too. If we’re heading out today, we might as well eat first.”

Ripple groaned again but didn’t argue, stumbled out of the cabin with you and Andy, still half asleep. You stepped outside first, stretching your arms as the fresh morning air greeted you.

Ranjo heard the door creak and turned, raising an eyebrow at the three of you. 

“You guys are finally up? Took you long enough.”

Ripple rolled her eyes.

“Not all of us wake up at the crack of dawn to go pick berries.”

Ranjo chuckled, tossing a berry up and catching it in his hand. 

“Guess not. But breakfast’s inside, if you’re hungry. Ma’s probably already got something cooked up.”

Andy perked up at the mention of food.

“Oh, now that’s an even better reason to wake up.”

You all started toward the farmhouse, leaving Ranjo to his work. As you walked, you glanced back once more, watching as he gave his Spitick and Reedling a berry from his satchel. The little Pokémon squeaked happily, with Humo the Spitick even shaking its front legs in the air.

Despite his casual attitude, Ranjo seemed very careful with his Pokémon. Thoughtful, in his own way. Maybe he didn’t always say what was on his mind much, but right now his actions spoke for themselves.

He really did love his Pokémon. Even his recent catch. You idly wondered if he would name his Reedling later on. Must still be trying to decide on one. 

You had a similar question for Ripple’s Bulbasaur, but she probably was struggling hard with that, if she was giving it any consideration. She did say it herself, that she found naming male Pokemon difficult.

As the three of you stepped into the farmhouse, the comforting aroma of breakfast filled the air. Freshly baked bread, sizzling eggs, and the faint sweetness of berry preserves. Ponderosa stood by the stove, flipping something over in a cast iron skillet, while Tilia leaned against the counter, lazily sipping a cup of coffee.

Ponderosa turned with a bright smile when she saw you all.

“Well, good mornin’ sleepyheads. Thought y’all were gonna sleep through breakfast.”

Ripple rubbed her eyes.

“If Ranjo wasn’t out there making us all feel lazy, maybe we would’ve.”

Ponderosa chuckled as she plated up food. 

“That boy’s been workin’ since the sun came up. Ain’t no stopping him.”

She set three plates down on the table. On them were fluffy biscuits with homemade berry jam, eggs cooked just right, and a couple of sliced sitrus berries on the side. Andy practically collapsed into a chair, mumbling a tired but grateful thank you.

“You’re a lifesaver, Miss Ponderosa.”

Andy dug in immediately, while you took a moment to appreciate the warmth of the meal before eating. The food was just as good as it smelled, the sweet and savory flavor pretty much waking you up with every bite.

Tilia, still leaning against the counter, barely glanced up from her coffee. 

“Don’t make a mess.”

Ripple, who was stuffing her face, barely managed a ‘mhmm’ in response.

Ponderosa sat down across from you, sipping her own coffee as she watched you all eat. Once your plates were mostly cleared, she smiled at you three.

“Well, since y’all seem to be gettin’ comfortable here, I figure I should let ya know. If you’re interested in finding Pokémon, the orchard is a good place for it. You’re free to look around after breakfast.”

Ripple perked up immediately. 

“Wait, really?”

Ponderosa grinned, happy to see everyone becoming excited.

“Course! There’s plenty of Pokémon ‘round here, especially near the orchard and the fields. Just be respectful, and don’t go tearin’ up the land.”

Andy leaned back, patting his stomach. 

“A good breakfast AND permission to catch Pokémon? You’re spoiling us, Miss Ponderosa!”

Ponderosa laughed softly. 

“Well, y’all are guests, and it don’t hurt to have a little adventure while you’re here.”

You exchanged glances with Andy and Ripple, already thinking about where to look first. The orchard seemed like a safe bet, but the fields could have different Pokémon wandering around too.

Ripple stretched, shaking off the last bits of sleepiness. 

“Alright, I’m in. Ivory, Andy, where are we heading first?”

You thought for a moment before glancing toward the orchard. Ranjo was still out there, picking away at his berries in the trees. Around over there might be a good place to start.

You pointed at the trees. Ripple shrugged. 

“Works for me.”

Andy nodded, already grabbing a few empty Pokéballs from his bag. 

“Alright, let’s go see what’s hiding in those trees.”

The three of you stepped outside, the warm morning air carrying the scent of ripening fruit. Ranjo was still tending to his work, but Spitick and Reedling were now distracted by something rustling near one of the baskets he’d left on the ground.

“Hey Ranjo, any Pokémon giving you trouble?”

Ripple called, making Ranjo glance up. 

Ranjo wiped his hands on his pants and sighed. 

“Yeah, something keeps sneaking off with my berries. Thought it was just wild Rattata, but whatever it is, it’s fast.”

As if on cue, a sharp rustling came from one of the overturned baskets. Before Ranjo could react, a long, segmented body darted out from beneath the crate. It was a Sizzlipede! Its fiery back glowed faintly as it clamped down on a berry in its mandibles.

Ranjo looked completely flabbergasted at the audacity of the Pokémon in front of him. 

“You little-!”

The Sizzlipede didn’t even seem bothered. It chomped down on another berry, its mandibles clicking as if daring Ranjo to stop it.

Ripple giggled at the sight. 

“Looks like you found your thief.”

You pulled out your Pokédex.

“Sizzlipede, the Radiator Pokemon. It stores flammable gas in its body and uses it to generate heat. The yellow sections on its belly get particularly hot.“

Ranjo didn’t hesitate. He pulled a Pokéball from his pocket. 

“Alright then. You wanna steal from me? You better be ready to fight for it.”

His Spitick, Humo, skittered forward, eyes gleaming with excitement. The battle was quick. Humo darted around the Sizzlepede’s Ember attack, countering with its own Ember, that knocked the opponent off balance. When it tried to retaliate with a Wrap, Humo slipped away at the last second. Ranjo, seeing an opening, tossed his Pokéball.

The ball shook once. Twice.

Click!

Ranjo exhaled through his nose, shaking his head with a small weak grin. 

“Well, guess I got another one.”

Ripple crossed her arms.

“Farm boy’s got luck on his side today. You’re already at three Pokemon!”

Andy nudged you with his elbow, grabbing your attention. 

“Alright, if Ranjo can find something this fast, then we better get moving.”

The group split up, searching through the orchard and nearby fields. It wasn’t long before Ripple let out a triumphant shout.

“Guys! I found one!”

You and Andy ran over to see her crouched in front of a Goomy, the little Dragon type blinking up at her with wide, gooey eyes. It wriggled in place, seemingly unbothered by her presence. 

You took out your pokedex again.

“Goomy, the Soft Tissue Pokemon. Most of a Goomy’s body is water. A membrane covers the whole Pokémon to prevent it from shriveling up in dry weather.“

Ripple grinned at it.

“Oh, you are too cute. C’mere, little guy.”

She tossed a Pokéball, barely giving the Goomy time to react. It barely struggled before clicking shut.

Ripple held up her new Pokémon with a short laugh. 

“Easiest catch of my life!”

Andy seemed happy for her. 

“I guess that Goomy must’ve liked you.”

Ripple ignored him, too busy admiring her Pokéball to hear Andy’s words. 

“He’s gonna be the strongest Goodra ever one day, just you wait.”

Andy, meanwhile, was focused on something flapping through the trees. It was a pokemon you didn’t recognize.

For the third time, you take out your Pokédex.

"Plumimind, the Librarian Pokemon. These Pokemon love knowledge. When flocks come together, they share what they learned with the group.”

As you looked back up at it, you could see its psychic energy shimmering faintly as it watched from above.

“Hold on, that one’s mine.” 

Andy whispered to you, as he went reaching for a Pokéball.

The battle was short. Plumimind was fast, but Andy’s Hedgal was faster. Plumimind used Air Slash, but Berry the Hedgal dodged it, and using a Leafage attack, the psychic bird was knocked off balance. This gave Andy the perfect opportunity to catch it. He threw a pokeball, and as soon as the ball clicked shut, he grinned proudly.

“Alright, we did it! My first catch!” 

He crouched down and gave Berry a high five. Berry had to stand on its hind legs for it, but they seemed happy to do so. Andy then looked back at his pokeball.

“You’re gonna be a good friend, I can tell.”

You were excited to find a Pokémon of your own, so you continued searching, by yourself. There were definitely wild Pokémon around. You could hear rustling in the underbrush, see movement in the trees, but every time you got close, they scattered.

A Sentret took one look at you and bolted up a tree.

A Deerling that had been nibbling on fallen berries dashed into the tall grass before you could even reach for a Pokéball.

Even a little Hoppip, floating lazily in the breeze, drifted away as soon as you approached.

You frowned, confused.

Why were they all running from you?

You glanced at Andy and Ripple. They had no trouble getting close to Pokémon, but the second you so much as breathed near one, they were gone.

Andy noticed your expression.

“Hey, Ivory, you okay?”

You hesitated, before signing a response slowly with your hands.

 ‘I… think the Pokémon are scared of me.’

Ripple raised an eyebrow, but Andy whispered a translation to her. It just seemed to make her more confused, but for a different reason now.

“What? That doesn’t make sense. You’re not exactly threatening.”

And yet, the proof was right in front of you. Even now, a wild Pidove was watching from a branch, until it met your gaze and immediately flapped away.

Your stomach twisted. This was just like when you were back at the Professor’s lab, and none of the Pokémon there wanted anything to do with you.

Why? Why were they all afraid?

You felt like crying, but you wouldn’t. 

So what if Pokemon hated you? So what if you’d never catch anything here, in this stupid ranch? You had Kyute, your Mimikyu. That’s all you needed right? 

…

You think you need some space.

You ran away from the group, leaving everyone concerned and confused.

You didn’t know how long you had been walking, only that your feet carried you further and further from the others. The trees of the orchard swayed gently in the morning breeze, their leaves whispering above you. The air was filled with the scent of ripe fruit, but you weren’t paying attention to any of it. Your chest felt tight.

Why did this keep happening?

Kyute had never feared you. Kyute had always trusted you with little to no hesitation. But every other Pokémon… it was as if they could sense something in you, something wrong.

That must be it right? There’s just something horribly wrong with you.

There’s something wrong with you, there’s something wrong with you, there’s something wrong with you!

You took a shaky breath, rubbing your face, trying to focus.

As you stepped past a thick clump of bushes, you suddenly froze. Ahead, kneeling near the roots of an old tree, was Mucoso. He hadn’t noticed you.

You barely dared to breathe as you watched. He was hunched over something, his light purple hair a little messy, strands falling over his eyes. His usual abrasive and detached air was gone.

Your gaze drifted downward.

In his hands was a small, trembling Cottonee. Its fluffy body was torn in places, little wisps of its cotton missing. It must have gotten into a bad fight.

Mucoso’s face was uncharacteristically soft as he inspected the tiny Pokémon. He carefully plucked a sitrus berry from his pocket, breaking it in half before offering a piece to the injured Cottonee. The little Pokémon hesitated before taking a weak nibble.

“There you go… Just a little bit. Don’t push yourself.”

Mucoso muttered, his voice unusually gentle. You blinked, startled by how different he seemed.

You had never seen him like this before.

Usually, he barely acknowledged people. He didn’t even seem to like being around others. Even earlier, he had seemed disinterested in everything, barely speaking when you had all been eating breakfast.

But here he was, murmuring softly to a wild Pokémon, treating it with a care you hadn’t thought he was capable of.

His fingers brushed lightly over the Cottonee’s fluff, as if checking for more wounds.

“…You’re pretty reckless, huh? Picked a fight you couldn’t win?”

He sighed, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. 

The Cottonee let out a tiny noise, shuffling closer. Mucoso hesitated before cupping it a little closer to his chest.

You swallowed.

This side of him… it felt like something secret. Something real.

And he still hadn’t noticed you.

You should probably walk away right? Pretend you never saw him. It’s not like you matter. You never talk anyway. Barely anyone notices you, like now. You could keep it secret easily, with how much you don’t matter.

You stepped backwards. A twig snapped. 

Not good.

Mucoso’s head snapped up instantly, his dark red eyes narrowing. His whole body tensed like a startled wild Pokémon, his arms curling slightly around the injured Cottonee as if to shield it.

You froze.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The orchard felt unbearably quiet, just the distant rustling of leaves and the occasional chirp of a bird Pokémon breaking the silence.

Then, Mucoso’s gaze sharpened.

“What the hell are you doing here?” 

His voice was low, but there was an edge to it. It was defensive, almost accusatory.

Your hands twitched at your sides, unsure of what to do. You didn’t mean to be here. You didn’t mean to see him like this. You wanted to respond, but the words in your brain felt disconnected to the rest of your body.

Mucoso took your silence the wrong way. His lips pressed into a thin line, and he looked away, scowling. 

“What? Were you spying on me?”

You shook your head quickly, taking another step back. But Mucoso wasn’t looking at you anymore. His fingers tightened slightly around the Cottonee, like he was trying to convince himself he didn’t care.

You should leave. You should turn around and disappear, just like always. That’s what you’re good at, right?

But your eyes flickered back to the Cottonee. The way it trembled against him, trusting him despite everything. The way he had spoken to it, gentle, patient. The way he had looked when he thought no one was watching.

’…I won’t tell.’ 

You finally signed, your hands moving slowly.

Mucoso’s gaze snapped back to you, his expression unreadable. For a second, he just stared. You weren’t sure if he even understood what you had said.

Then, to your surprise, his shoulders relaxed, just barely.

“…Good.” 

He muttered, looking back down at the Cottonee in his hands. 

“Not like it matters anyway.”

Liar.

But you didn’t call him out on it. You just stood there, watching as he carefully stroked the little Pokémon’s torn fluff, lost in thought.

For once, you weren’t the only one who didn’t know how to act around someone else.

You didn’t understand it… but this brief interaction made you feel less upset.

So maybe you wouldn’t catch a Pokémon today. You’ll just have to get lucky with a Pokémon eventually. There has to be more like Kyute out there somewhere.

You turned around, glancing back at Mucoso one last time, before walking back towards the group. They must’ve tried to get to Ranjo, to search for you a second time.

That won’t be necessary.

By the time you made it back to the group, the mood had shifted. The others were gathered near the orchard’s entrance, preparing to leave. Ranjo was talking with Ponderosa, his expression a mix of concern and relief when he noticed you approaching.

Ripple turned first, her brow furrowing. She huffed, arms crossed. 

“There you are! Do you have any idea how worried we were?”

Andy, standing beside her, let out a small sigh of relief. 

“I told them you’d be okay.” 

He said, though there was still an edge of worry in his voice.

You hesitated, your hands twitching slightly. You weren’t sure what to say, if you should even try to explain why you left. Instead, you just nodded.

Ripple studied you for a moment before exhaling sharply. 

“…Whatever. Just don’t run off like that again.” 

She turned away, muttering under her breath.

“This is the second time already…”

Ponderosa gave you a warm smile. 

“I’m just glad you’re safe, sweetheart. We’re about ready to head out. I packed some extra treats for everyone, so you four won’t go hungry on the way to the city over. I’ll be walking y’all to the edge of town.”

She said kindly, adjusting the basket of fruit she’d been carrying. 

Meanwhile, Ranjo gave you a searching look but didn’t push. Instead, he nodded towards the path leading away from the orchard. 

“Come on. Let’s get moving before it gets too cold.”

As the group started walking, you felt a presence fall into step beside you. Mucoso. He didn’t say anything, just walked alongside you, hands stuffed into his pockets.

No one questioned where he had been. No one noticed the tiny specks of white fluff clinging to his sleeves.

You kept your secret.

And for the first time in a while, it didn’t feel like you were disappearing.

The walk back through Seasb Town was quiet, the golden glow of late afternoon casting long shadows across the fields. The scent of soil and fruit still clung to the air, but with every step, the orchard faded behind you, replaced by the familiar sight of the small town’s outskirts.

Ponderosa led the way, her presence warm and reassuring. She chatted occasionally, mostly to fill the silence, pointing out little things along the road. The way the clouds stretched across the horizon, the gentle sway of the wheat fields, the occasional Pokémon darting through the underbrush.

You listened but didn’t say much. Neither did Mucoso. Ripple and Andy occasionally exchanged comments, but even they seemed subdued, as if the weight of leaving was settling in.

When the rooftops of Seasb Town came into view, a strange sense of finality set in. This was it. The last stop before you all truly left.

At the town’s edge, just before the open stretch of Route 2, Ponderosa finally stopped and turned to face the group.

“Well… This is as far as I go.”

She said, placing her hands on her hips. She smiled, but there was something softer in her expression, a flicker of motherly concern as she looked over each of you.

Ranjo shifted, rubbing the back of his head, muttering.

“You don’t have to worry so much, Ma. We’ll be fine.”

“I know, sugar. But I am your mother. Worryin’ a little is part of the job.”

Ponderosa replied.

She reached into her basket, pulling out small bundles wrapped in cloth. 

“Here, take these. Extra snacks for the road. And if y’all ever need a place to rest, you know where to find me.”

Ripple took hers with a nod, Andy with a small smile. Ranjo hesitated before accepting his. When it was your turn, Ponderosa gave you a gentle pat on the shoulder as she handed you yours.

“Take care of yourself, alright, sweetheart? Don’t go runnin' off without tellin’ nobody.”

You nodded

She turned to Ranjo, her expression shifting. There was something unspoken in the way she looked at him, a quiet understanding that this was more than just any journey.

“You be safe, Rahn-ho. And don’t forget, home’s always open to you.”

Ranjo swallowed, his fingers tightening around the straps of his bag. 

“…Yeah. I know.”

Mucoso then walked forward towards Ranjo, before forcefully shoving Ranjo’s hat over his face.

“And don’t forget your hat, idiot. At least you remembered to do your share of chores this time.”

Ponderosa’s smile softened, once Ranjo readjusted his hat with a small pout towards Mucoso. She reached forward, brushing a bit of his messy hair away, before stepping back. 

“Alright then. Y’all best get moving before the sun sets.”

There was a brief pause before Ripple turned, leading the way onto the open path of Route 2. Andy followed, his steps slow and deliberate, glancing back at you and Ranjo.

Ranjo lingered just a moment longer.

“…See you, Ma.”

Then, with one last glance back, he turned and walked forward, catching up with the others.

Ponderosa watched as the four of you disappeared down the road, standing there until you were out of sight. Only then did she let out a quiet sigh, her hands resting over her heart.

And with that, she turned and walked home.

Chapter Text

The sun had dipped low by the time the group decided to set up camp. Route 2 stretched wide and open, the tall grasses swaying in the evening breeze. Trees clustered in small patches, offering enough cover to make a decent campsite. Ranjo scouted ahead, eventually picking a spot near a small stream.

“This should do. We’ve got water, some cover, and enough space to set up a fire.”

He said, dropping his bag to the ground. 

Andy nodded, already unrolling his sleeping bag.

“We should probably eat before it gets too dark.”

Ripple stretched her arms behind her head.

“And make sure the fire doesn’t get too big. We don’t wanna wake up to a forest fire.”

You shivered at the thought of it. As the others busied themselves with setting up, you noticed something.

Mucoso wasn’t here.

You weren’t sure when he’d separated from the group, but at some point after following you to the edge of Seasb Town, he’d simply… stopped walking with the rest of you. No one had said anything about it. No one had questioned it. Maybe they figured he’d catch up later. Maybe no one cared enough to ask.

You weren’t sure why it bothered you.

You shook the thought away, focusing instead on Kyute, who you had released from their pokeball, once a spot to set up camp had been found.

The little Mimikyu hovered close to your side, its jagged disguise swaying slightly as it peered up at you. It had been glued to you ever since you left Mirage Orchard, like it could sense something was wrong.

You crouched beside it, pressing your hands together. Training time.

Kyute tilted its head, watching intently as you moved your hands deliberately. You raised one arm slightly, then swept it outward in a sharp motion. Kyute’s head twitched, but it didn’t move.

You repeated the motion. Trying to tell them to attack. You even pointed towards a rock, as a visual target.

Kyute let out a tiny, questioning squeak, its shadowy limbs shifting with uncertainty.

You frowned slightly, tapping your fingers together in thought. Kyute knew Astonish and Copycat, but getting it to attack on a silent cue was proving to be a challenge. 

And you couldn’t effectively rely on the gestures and facial expressions you used back at Acorn Town, since Kyute would always have to turn to look at you closely. It needed to be fast.

Andy had been watching from a short distance and finally spoke up. 

“You’re trying to get Kyute to follow nonverbal commands, right?”

You nodded.

He hummed, tapping his chin. 

“Maybe start with something it already knows? Like a move it’s comfortable using.”

That made sense. You adjusted your stance and pointed directly at a small rock a few feet away. Kyute followed your gaze, then looked back at you.

This time, you signed the motion for Astonish, exaggerating the movement of your hands flaring outward. Then used the expression from Acorn Town, to show what you meant, hoping the next time you’d use the first sign, Kyute would understand.

Kyute hesitated, then suddenly jerked forward with a sharp, eerie screech. The sound echoed unnaturally, sending a faint chill through the air. The force of the move cracked the small rock slightly.

Your heart lifted, and you gave Kyute an encouraging smile. That was progress.

With a small nod of approval, you reached out to pat Kyute’s head. It let out a delighted squeak, its jagged disguise wobbling excitedly.

Andy grinned, happy to see you working things out.

“That was really cool! If you keep that up, Kyute will pick it up in no time.”

Ranjo, who had been gathering wood for the fire, raised a brow as he glanced over. 

“Huh. Your Mimikyu friend is sharper than I thought.”

Ripple, adjusting her sleeping bag, gave Ranjo a cheeky look. 

“Wish I could say the same for some people.”

Ranjo shot her a flat look, but there was no real heat behind it.

The evening carried on with a steady sense of calm. The fire crackled, filling the air with warmth as the group settled in for the night.

You REALLY didn’t like fire, so you did your best to not look directly at the small campfire. You knew it was a necessary evil.

Eventually, after all your training and getting Kyute to learn simple sign language commands, your thoughts drifted back to Mucoso.

He hadn’t said anything when you last saw him. He hadn’t even looked back when he left.

And no one had asked why.

Kyute pressed against your side, trying to ease your tension. You rubbed a thumb against Kyute’s cloth.

Maybe you should stop caring.

Maybe you cared too much.

As the fire crackled softly, casting flickering shadows against the trees, you finally looked up from where you sat, catching Ranjo’s attention.

’Where’s Mucoso?’

Your hands moved smoothly, but there was an edge to your signing. Almost hesitant to ask.

Ranjo blinked at you, caught off guard by the question. He leaned forward slightly, arms resting on his knees.

“You expected him to come with us?”

You frowned. 

‘Didn’t you?’

Ranjo tilted his head, like he wasn’t sure how to answer. After a beat, he shook his head. 

“Nah. He’s staying back at the Orchard.”

You stared at him, trying to process that. He said it so casually, like it was obvious. Like it had been the plan all along.

‘Why?‘

Ranjo shrugged at the question. 

“Dunno. He just wasn’t interested in coming, I guess.”

That was it? That was all? No one questioned it? No one thought it was strange?

Your hands twitched at your sides, frustration bubbling under your skin. You had just assumed he’d be here, trailing behind, acting like he did back when everyone met him. Grumbling, scowling, but still there.

Ranjo must’ve caught something in your expression because he sighed, rubbing the back of his head. 

“Look, I get it. But Mucoso does what he wants. If he wanted to come, he would’ve.”

That wasn’t the part that bothered you.

The part that really got to you was that he had followed, for a while. He’d walked with the group up until the outskirts of Seasb Town. And then, at some point, he’d just… left. Gave Ranjo his hat back, and then left without another word. Without a glance back.

You weren’t sure why that unsettled you. 

Maybe you thought he cared more than he showed, after seeing him with that Cottonee. That after that talk he had with Ranjo, he’d make an effort and come with you four.

But of course, Ranjo didn’t know about that, did he?

You kept the Cottonee a secret, and you only knew about Ranjo’s conversation with Mucoso, because you eavesdropped. All of that was private.

That must be it then. Mucoso was too private. 

…

Maybe it really was silly to expect him to come. But part of you wish he had. You felt less guilty about being terrible at communicating with others, when he was around. 

Awfully selfish of you.

Ranjo stretched his legs out, looking toward the fire.

“Honestly, I’m kinda surprised you care that much.”

You stiffened.

Ranjo wasn’t saying it in a mean way. He was just stating it plainly, like it was unexpected. 

You didn’t know how to respond.

Kyute pressed closer against your side, its little jagged disguise tilting up at you. You exhaled slowly, signing one last thing before dropping the conversation.

‘It just feels weird without him.‘

Ranjo studied you for a moment, then exhaled through his nose, like he was trying to figure out whether or not to say something. But in the end, he just nodded.

“Yeah. Guess it does.”

The fire crackled between you. Neither of you spoke again for the rest of the day.

You stared into the flames, swallowing the unease in your chest.

You shouldn’t care. You didn’t want to. It was selfish.

But you did. And you hated that.

Sleeping didn’t come easy for you, but eventually you drifted off in your sleeping bag.

Morning came with the sound of rustling leaves and the soft chirping of wild Pokémon. Dew clung to the grass, making the ground cool and damp beneath your fingers as you pushed yourself up from your sleeping bag. The fire had burned down to nothing but embers, faint trails of smoke curling into the morning air.

Andy was the first one up, stretching with a yawn before he started rummaging through his bag for food. Ripple, curled up in her sleeping bag, groaned as she pulled her bag over her head, clearly not ready to wake up yet. Ranjo was sitting against a tree, arms crossed, looking half awake but too stubborn to go back to sleep.

Kyute stirred beside you, its jagged disguise tilting slightly as it let out a soft, questioning squeak. You gave it a small pat on the head before standing up, stretching out your stiff limbs.

Ripple eventually rolled over with a groggy huff. 

“Ugh. I feel like I got trampled by a Tauros.”

Andy giggled at her comment. 

“Yeah, that’s what sleeping on the ground does to you.”

As the group started waking up properly and eating breakfast, the distant sound of rushing water caught your attention. 

A river! 

You perked up slightly, glancing toward the direction of the noise.

Ripple must have noticed where you were looking because she grinned, suddenly more awake. 

“Oooo~ A river? That sounds way better than sitting around here all morning!”

Andy nodded, already stuffing the last of his breakfast into his mouth. 

“A quick swim could be nice.”

You felt excitement build in your chest. Water was always something you enjoyed. It was calming, and weightless. You quickly signed to the others, making it clear that you were absolutely going in.

Ripple didn’t understand your sign language, but she didn’t need to, to see you were absolutely into the idea of going into the water. She looked excited at both you and Andy.

“Ha! Knew you’d be up for it!”

Ranjo, however, made a face. 

“You guys have fun. I’ll pass.”

Ripple raised a brow, trying to read Ranjo’s facial expression.

“What, afraid of a little water?”

Ranjo gave her a flat look in response. 

“I just don’t like being wet, that’s all.”

Ripple snorted. 

“What, like a cat?”

Ranjo crossed his arms tighter, pouting indignantly at Ripple. 

“No. I just don’t like it.”

You tilted your head at him. 

‘Really?’

You weren’t expecting that from someone like Ranjo, who usually acted like he was up for anything. But instead of pushing, you just nodded. Fair enough.

“Suit yourself. We won’t be long.”

Andy said, standing up and stretching. 

You wasted no time heading toward the river, Kyute bouncing along behind you. The river was wider than you expected, with clear, cool water rushing over smooth stones. Sunlight dappled the surface, making it shimmer. Without hesitation, you stepped in, sighing at the refreshing sensation.

Ripple and Andy splashed in soon after, laughing as the cold hit them. You went further in, dunking yourself under the surface before emerging again, shaking the water off like it was second nature.

You really were like a squid, huh? 

You moved so easily through the water, free and untouchable. You wished you could do this more often.

Kyute, despite not liking water much, stayed close to the shore, watching you with curiosity. You waved at them, motioning for them to try getting their shadowy tendrils wet. Kyute hesitated before reaching out, barely touching the water before jerking back with a startled squeak.

Ripple laughed at the sight.

“I think Kyute’s got the same opinion as Ranjo!”

You chuckled silently, watching Kyute shake off the tiny water droplets with dramatic little wiggles.

The morning passed in laughter, playful splashing, and the simple joy of drifting with the current. Even if Ranjo refused to join, the river felt like a good start to the day.

Oh, how wrong you were.

{{Ranjo’s POV}}

You woke up to the sound of rustling leaves and distant Pokémon calls. The air was crisp, cool against your skin as you blinked up at the early morning sky. The fire had died down to faint embers, and the others were beginning to stir.

Andy was already up, stretching and going through his bag. Ripple, as expected, was still wrapped up in her sleeping bag, groaning like she’d been hit by a Machoke. Ivory sat up nearby, rubbing his eyes before glancing around, always quiet.

You sighed and leaned back against a tree, arms crossed. You weren't in any hurry to get up. Sleeping outside wasn’t anything new to you, but that didn’t mean you particularly liked waking up with a stiff back.

Ripple eventually rolled over, shoving her blanket off with a dramatic huff. 

“Ugh. I feel like I got trampled by a Tauros.”

Andy snickered. 

“Yeah, that’s what sleeping on the ground does to you.”

You closed your eyes again, only half listening as the others started on breakfast. It wasn’t until you caught Ivory perking up, that you cracked one eye open, watching him glance toward the trees. The faint sound of rushing water reached your ears.

A river.

Ripple immediately picked up on it, grinning.

“Oooo~, a river? That sounds way better than sitting around here all morning!”

Andy nodded, already stuffing food into his mouth like he was getting ready to go. 

“A quick swim could be nice.”

You grunted, already seeing where this was going. Sure enough, Ivory was signing something way too fast for you to follow, but it was obvious what he meant. He was absolutely going in.

Ripple laughed with excitement. 

“Knew you’d be up for it!”

You pushed yourself up slightly, shaking your head.

“You guys have fun. I’ll pass.”

Ripple shot you a look. 

“What, afraid of a little water?”

You sighed through your nose, already regretting saying anything. 

“I just don’t like being wet.”

Ripple blinked before snorting. 

“What, like a cat?”

You frowned. 

“No. I just don’t like it.”

Ivory tilted his head at you, clearly surprised. 

‘Really?’

You just shrugged. You didn’t see the appeal of getting drenched first thing in the morning. Besides, once your clothes got wet, they’d stay wet for way too long.

“Suit yourself, we won’t be long.”

Andy said, standing up and stretching. 

You watched as they all took off toward the river, Ivory leading the charge. Ivory must really love water, huh?

With a sigh, you leaned back against the tree again, closing your eyes. You could still hear them laughing and splashing around in the distance, but you didn’t move to join them. You were fine right here.

After all, someone had to make sure their stuff didn’t get stolen. 

…

The first sign that something was wrong came when they got back.

You had been sitting by the remains of the fire, lazily flicking small twigs into the embers, when you heard their footsteps returning. Normally, they would’ve been talking, laughing… Ripple would have some smug remark, and Andy would play along. But instead, there was silence.

You looked up.

Ripple was shivering, arms wrapped tightly around herself despite the lingering warmth of the morning. Andy’s face looked paler than usual, and his usual energy was gone. Ivory trailed behind them, moving sluggishly, his damp hair clinging to his forehead.

“What’s with you guys?” 

You asked, raising a brow.

Ripple sniffled, rubbing her arms. 

“Dunno. Feel kinda weird.”

Andy let out a weak chuckle. 

“Maybe the water was colder than we thought.”

Ivory let out a tiny cough, shoulders slumping. He sank onto his sleeping bag without a word, which was not normal.

Your stomach sank.

“…You guys sick or something?”

Ripple flopped onto the ground with a groan. 

“Ugh. I better not be. I don’t get sick.”

Andy sat down, running a hand over his face. 

“I mean, it was just a swim…”

You stared at them. Great. Fantastic. They probably caught something from that river.

A rustling noise made you glance down. It was Ivory’s Mimikyu friend, Kyute.

Kyute was staring up at you, its jagged disguise shifting slightly, as if waiting for some kind of direction.

You sighed.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. We gotta deal with this.”

You stood up, walking over and crouching beside Ivory first. He was normally quiet, but now he wasn’t even trying to pay attention. His eyes were half lidded, cheeks flushed. You placed a hand on his forehead, frowning at the heat radiating from his skin.

Ripple and Andy weren’t much better. Their faces were warm, and both of them looked exhausted, as if all the energy had been drained out of them.

You swore under your breath.

“Alright, you three are out of commission.” 

You stood, stretching your arms before rubbing the back of your head. 

“Guess that means I gotta be the responsible one, huh?”

Ripple cracked open one eye, grinning weakly. 

“Ha. That’s a first.”

You flicked a small pebble at her.

“Ah-!“

Now what?

You had to figure out how to take care of them. Water, food, rest… basic stuff like that. But if they had fevers, you needed to cool them down.

You glanced at Kyute. 

“Think you can help me out, little guy?”

The Mimikyu friend let out a determined squeak, its shadowy limbs shifting eagerly.

You grinned. 

“Good. Let’s get to work.”

First step, find fresh water. Preferably some that wasn’t from whatever made them sick in the first place.

You crouched beside Ripple’s pack, undoing the straps and flipping it open. You weren’t exactly the type to go digging through other people’s stuff, but this was an emergency.

Ripple was the kind of person who packed way more than she needed, so if anyone had spare water, it was her. You rummaged past spare clothes, a half full lunchbox, and… ah ha!

A couple of bottled waters, still sealed.

You pulled one out and twisted the cap open, giving it a sniff just in case. Seemed fine. You glanced over at Ripple, who was now curled up in her sleeping bag, groaning.

“Hey, drink.” 

You held the bottle out to her. She cracked one eye open. 

“Mmmh?”

You rolled your eyes. 

“That’s not an answer.”

She sighed, half heartedly lifting a hand, and you pressed the bottle into her palm. She took a sip, then coughed. 

“Ugh. I hate drinking when I’m sick.”

“You hate everything when you’re sick.” 

You muttered in response.

“Do not.”

“Do too.”

You sighed, moving over to Ivory. He hadn’t said anything, not that he normally did, but right now, he wasn’t even making an effort to stay alert. His fever must’ve been worse.

You tapped his shoulder. He blinked up at you sluggishly.

“C’mon, drink.” 

You handed him a bottle. Ivory hesitated, then took it, sipping carefully.

Alright. That was step one. Now, medicine.

You checked Andy’s bag first, since he seemed the most organized. But all you found was his usual training supplies. Poké Balls, snacks, clothes, a travel sized tent, and a notebook full of who-knows-what.

Next was Ivory’s bag. You hesitated for a second, then unbuckled it and checked inside. And, huh. Neatly packed near the bottom was a first aid kit.

You pulled it out and flipped it open. Inside, there were bandages, antiseptic wipes, and thankfully, some fever reducing painkiller medication.

That’s a surprise, you thought. You wouldn’t have taken Ivory as the type to carry medicine around. Then again, maybe it was for Kyute.

You shook out a couple of tablets, then grabbed the water bottle back from Ripple.

“Oi. Medicine.”

Ripple wrinkled her nose. 

“Do I have to? I can just sleep it off-”

“Yeah? And what if it gets worse?” 

You cut her off immediately, shutting down the idea of powering through the fever. You held out the pills, staring her down.

She groaned, but took them. Andy followed suit, swallowing his medicine down without argument, after you handed him some and a water bottle. Ivory just stared at the ones in your palm, like he was debating something.

“…It’s fine. Just take it.”

You said, softer this time. 

He blinked at you, furrowing his brows for a moment. Then he slowly took the medicine and downed it with a sip of water.

You sat back on your heels, exhaling a heavy sigh. That was the best you could do for now. You just had to wait and see if it helped.

You glanced at Kyute. 

“Alright, buddy. Keep an eye on them while I figure out what to do next.”

The little Mimikyu let out a determined squeak, turning around and standing guard.

You ran a hand through your hair. Now you just had to find a way to cool them down without making things worse.

You glanced around, scanning the campsite for anything useful. Cooling them down meant damp rags or something similar, but with the fire long dead and your only water supply bottled, that left you with limited options.

Your eyes landed on the pile of extra clothes and blankets they had dumped from their packs earlier. That could work.

“Alright, Kyute, help me find something we can use as cold rags.”

You said, crouching down to the Mimikyu’s level. 

Kyute squeaked and wobbled toward the pile, its shadowy limbs shifting as it rummaged through the clothes. You joined in, pulling out anything that looked thin and absorbent. A couple of bandanas from Ripple’s bag, an old t-shirt from Andy’s bag, and a clean cloth from Ivory’s.

Good enough. Now for the water.

You popped open another bottle and poured some onto the pieces of cloth, soaking them just enough to be cool without wasting too much.

Kyute watched, its jagged disguise tilting as if curious. You smiled down at them. 

“Think you can help me put these on their foreheads?”

Kyute squeaked again, eagerly reaching for one with its shadowy limbs.

“Alright, first up iiiiiis… Ripple!” 

You turned to Ripple, who had all but cocooned herself in her blanket, shivering. 

“Hold still for a sec.”

She groaned in protest but didn’t fight you as you placed the cool cloth on her forehead. Almost immediately, she sighed, her shoulders loosening slightly.

“Huh… That actually feels kinda nice.”

She mumbled. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m a genius.”

You rolled your eyes, snorting in amusement. Then you turned towards Andy.

He didn’t even complain when you pressed the wet rag against his skin. He just let out a tired sigh and mumbled.

“Thanks.”

Then came Ivory.

Kyute carefully placed the last damp cloth on his forehead, tilting its head like it was checking its work. Ivory barely reacted, just blinking up at you both sluggishly before his eyes drifted shut.

You breathed out a sigh.

“Alright. Now we just have to wait.”

You sat back against a tree, arms crossed, watching them. They weren’t better yet, but at least they weren’t getting worse.

Kyute hopped onto the ground beside you, staring up expectantly. You grinned at them. 

“Not bad, little guy.”

Kyute let out a pleased noise, its disguise wiggling slightly.

Now all you could do was keep an eye on them and hope they started feeling better soon.

{{Ivory’s POV}}

Your head felt like it was killing you. You didn’t even want to open your eyes. The light hurt too much.

It had been hours since this migraine lasted, the medicine only reducing the intensity of it. And the damp cloth on your head, served only to ease your suffering.

You didn’t want this to ruin your experience of playing in water. It could never, your love for water was too strong. Yet, you knew you’d have to be safer, about playing in water in the great outdoors again.

Clearly, the river you had dove straight into, was polluted. If only you had known sooner.

You really hope Ranjo doesn’t pull any ‘And this is why I don’t like water’ card, or whatever. Was he the type to do that though? Maybe, maybe not.

You’ve only known him for what? Two days now? 

It was only minutes, but it felt like days were passing by, as you suffered through your fever. Eventually, you were good enough to sit up and move again.

You looked around. Everyone else had already gotten up before you. You were the last one. Kyute was looking up at you, seeming relieved and concerned.

You pet them reassuringly.

As you gave Kyute a tired but reassuring pat, you felt their shadowy form shift slightly under your touch. Their jagged disguise wobbled as if they were still worried, but they didn’t cling to you super tightly.

Your head still ached, your limbs felt like lead, but at least the fever wasn’t as bad anymore. You could move.

Looking around, you saw the others gathered by the fire pit, or what remained of it. Ripple was slumped over with her arms crossed, her usual energy nowhere to be found, but at least she was awake. Andy sat beside her, rubbing his temples. Neither of them looked great, but they were better than before.

And then there was Ranjo, sitting on a fallen log, arms crossed, watching you.

“You alive?” 

He asked, raising a brow.

You blinked at him, still groggy. Then you signed a response.

‘Barely.’

Ranjo sighed, then smiled weakly at you. 

“Good enough.”

You slowly pushed yourself up, legs shaky but holding. Kyute squeaked in protest, but you gave them a small shake of your head. You were okay.

Mostly.

Ripple groaned, stretching out her arms. 

“Ugh, this sucks. That river was supposed to make us feel better, not worse.”

Andy sighed, rubbing against his forehead. 

“Well, lesson learned. No more random rivers.”

You frowned slightly. You really didn’t want this to ruin how much you loved water, but… being more cautious next time wouldn’t hurt.

Ranjo stood up, brushing dirt off his pants. 

“Anyway, we can’t just sit here all day. You guys are better, but not better better. If we keep going like this, you’ll just fall apart again.”

Ripple huffed, rolling her eyes. 

“Wow, thanks for the optimism.”

Ranjo ignored her, glancing toward the horizon. 

“We should head to Buranil City. It’s the closest place with actual medicine, maybe even a Pokémon Center that can help. No offense, but I don’t think a couple of water bottles and wet rags are gonna cut it long term.”

Buranil City…? You blinked, processing that. You hadn’t planned on heading there so soon, but… it would be the best option if you wanted to get back to full strength.

Ripple groaned, not wanting to walk all that way while sick, but didn’t argue. Andy nodded slightly, looking too exhausted to disagree. You just gave a small shrug.

Ranjo took that as an agreement. 

“Alright, cool. Let’s pack up and get moving before one of you keels over again.”

You whined, but Kyute nudged you encouragingly.

Buranil City it was.

Chapter Text

The journey to Buranil City was slow. None of you were at full strength, and even though the medicine had helped, you could still feel the exhaustion clinging to your body. Kyute stuck close, their little shadowy limbs occasionally brushing against your side as if making sure you were still there.

Ranjo, as expected, led the way. He had this natural confidence when walking through the wild, like he’d done this a hundred times before. Andy trudged along beside him, hands in his pockets, while Ripple groaned every other step about how walking while sick should be illegal.

Despite the sluggish pace, the path eventually led through a small, rocky clearing. The trees thinned out, and the air grew crisp. It wasn’t long before Ranjo stopped short, eyes squinting at something ahead.

“There’s Pokémon.” 

He muttered mainly to himself, nodding towards the clearing between the trees.

You followed his gaze and spotted something. A Snover, shaking the snow off its body as it foraged among the trees. You take out your Pokédex.

“Snover, the Frost Tree Pokemon. In the spring, it grows berries with the texture of frozen treats around its belly.”

What was a Snover doing all the way out here? 

Andy’s eyes lit up, not seeming to question it.

“Oh, I gotta catch that!”

Before anyone could even react, he was already moving, pulling out a Poké Ball. His Plumimind perked up, after being released, stepping forward eagerly. 

The battle was quick, with the Plumimind dodging icy attacks, striking back with sharp, precise hits using its beak. Soon enough, the Snover was weakened, and with a flick of Andy’s wrist, he threw an empty ball, and the Poké Ball snapped shut. It rocked once, twice, then clicked.

Andy grinned, scooping it up. 

“Nice. Got myself a Snover!”

Ripple huffed, trying to power through her sickness. 

”I wanna catch a new Pokémon too!”

As if on cue, a rustling noise came from nearby. A pair of gleaming eyes peered out from the shadows of a small nearby cave opening, that only a Pokémon would be able to squeeze inside. It was a Sableye. 

You take out your Pokédex again.

“Sableye, the Darkness Pokemon. Materials from gems it has eaten float to the surface of its body and can form an infinite number of patterns among individuals.“

Ripple’s grin widened.

“Oh, you’re mine now. Come here!”

Her battle was less strategic and more chaotic. Between her shouting, her Pokémon scrambling, and the Sableye cackling like it was having the time of its life, it was a mess. But somehow, Lily the Nymphit managed to land a good hit and Ripple threw a Pokéball. It shook wildly before finally settling.

Ripple snatched it up, grinning. 

“Yes! I got a Sableye!”

Ranjo chuckled, watching the two of them with amusement before glancing back at you. He seemed to notice you weren’t looking to catch anything.

“You not gonna catch anything?”

You hesitated, fingers tightening slightly around Kyute. Would any Pokémon even want to be caught by you?

Kyute, sensing your unease, nuzzled against your hand, their shadowy form shifting slightly.

Before you could say anything, another noise caught everyone’s attention. This time, it was Ranjo who stiffened.

“Hold up, one second” 

He said, getting ready to catch something for himself, as to not be left out.

A grey colored shape emerged from a bush. It was a Pokémon you didn’t know, but its wool flickered with tiny embers as it stomped forward, staring at Ranjo with defiant eyes. 

Again, you take out your Pokédex.

“Woolaze, the Wooly Pokemon. Woolaze like to herd together, to prevent larger Pokemon from eating them. If the herd gets too large, their wool might create forest fires.”

The fire type lamb Pokémon let out a low bleat, flames sparking from its wool.

Ranjo smiled at it.

“Cute. I think I’m gonna catch this one.”

His battle was quick and smooth. Ranjo’s Pokémon Reedling worked with precise movements, wearing Woolaze down with a Water Gun, before he tossed his Poké Ball. The capture was clean, and when the ball clicked shut, Ranjo picked it up, nodding to himself and Reedling with approval.

“Woolaze, huh? Guess I’ve got another fire type now.”

Everyone seemed satisfied with their new Pokémon.

Everyone except you.

You didn’t say anything as you watched them celebrate their new teammates. Instead, you hugged Kyute closer.

Pokémon still avoided you. Even now.

You had come to accept that.

Kyute, sensing your emotions, wiggled slightly, then nuzzled against your chin. They let out a soft, reassuring squeak, as if trying to tell you that they were enough.

And maybe… maybe they were.

You took a deep breath, then smiled slightly, scratching the top of Kyute’s disguise.

 Yeah. They’re all you need.

The journey continued, slow but steady, as the group pushed through the changing landscape. The further they traveled, the more the environment shifted. Trees grew taller and more spaced apart, the ground turned softer underfoot, and the air became thick with a strange, humid warmth that didn’t quite fit the season.

By the time they reached the outskirts of Buranil City, the sky had darkened with thick, rolling clouds, yet the temperature remained oddly warm. The streets were alive despite the looming weather, bustling with vendors shouting their wares and travelers weaving between the countless stalls. The market stretched as far as the eye could see, filled with exotic fruits, handmade crafts, and an overwhelming variety of Pokémon related goods.

Ripple groaned dramatically, dragging her feet. 

“We have to find medicine first. If I take another step, I might actually die.”

Andy, still sniffling, waved her off. 

“You’re not gonna die, I won’t let you.” 

He paused briefly, rubbing his stuffy nose. 

“…But yeah, let’s get something before we start falling over.”

Ranjo, the only one unaffected, was already scanning the area. 

“We can ask around. Someone here’s bound to know where to find a healer.”

It didn’t take long before they overheard an old lady answering their question.

“The witch will have something for that.” 

The elderly woman muttered to you four. What looked to be her granddaughter, seemed nervous though.

“Are you sure? She’s scary…” 

They spoke in a hushed tone, as if the ‘witch’ would get them.

Ranjo perked up, not seeming at all worried about this supposed witch.

“Sounds like just what we’re looking for!”

Following the murmurs, you four soon arrived at a dimly lit shop tucked between two larger stalls. Twisted purple vines crawled up its stone walls, and hanging lanterns cast eerie green glows over the entrance. A crooked wooden sign read:

“Hekate’s Remedies — For the Ailed, the Cursed, and the Foolish.”

Before anyone could knock, the door creaked open on its own. From the darkness inside, a voice rang out:

“Ooohohoho! Who dares enter the lair of the wicked Hekate?”

Ripple nearly leapt back. Andy tensed. Even Kyute shivered slightly in your arms. Ranjo just stood there in the front, not even batting an eye. You were in the back, also unphased.

A figure soon emerged. A tall woman draped in flowing black and violet robes, her dark lips curled into a wicked grin. A long, hooked staff clinked against the ground as she stepped forward, and her deep purple hair billowed as if caught in an invisible breeze.

“Are you Miss Hekate?” 

Ranjo asked, as if the situation were totally normal.

She cackled, twirling her fingers as if weaving an unseen spell. 

“Indeed, dear traveler! Have you come to test your might against my cursed Pokémon?” 

Her voice dripped with dramatic flair, her eyes gleaming like polished amethysts.

Ripple, sniffling, waved a hand weakly. 

“No…. We’re sick. We need medicine.”

Hekate abruptly stopped, lowering her hands. 

“…Oh.” 

A beat of silence passed before her entire demeanor shifted.

She turned, pushing open the door wider. 

“Well, why didn’t you say so? Come in, come in! Let’s get you all fixed up.”

Inside, the eerie aesthetic remained. Glowing vials lined the walls, bubbling cauldrons released wisps of lavender smoke, and dried herbs dangled from the ceiling. But as Hekate bustled around, the group quickly realized she wasn’t brewing wicked potions. She was carefully measuring ingredients, grinding herbs, and mixing antidotes with practiced ease.

“Poison is just medicine in the wrong dose.” 

She mused, handing Ripple a steaming cup. 

“Drink this. It’ll help with your fever.”

Ripple eyed it suspiciously. 

“…It won’t turn me into a frog, right?”

Hekate let out a delighted cackle. 

“Not unless you want it to!”

Despite the theatrics, her remedies worked fast. Andy, Ripple, and you felt your strength returning as the strange tasting concoctions worked through your systems.

Andy, arms crossed, grinned at Hekate. 

“Not exactly the wicked witch you act like, huh?”

Hekate flashed a grin back. 

“Oh, I love the role. Keeps things interesting. But healing is my real work.”

She tapped her staff against the floor, sending a swirl of violet mist curling into the air. 

“Now, if you’re feeling better, shall we discuss something more exciting? Like, perhaps… a Gym challenge?”

Ranjo cracked his knuckles. 

“Thought you’d never ask.”

You frowned. All of you had just gotten here, and hadn’t seen a Pokémon Center once. Plus, everyone needed to find somewhere to stay for the night, before night actually came. Not to mention a gym challenge was bound to be hard, and no one had taken the time to properly train. You all had only focused on catching Pokémon.

And some of you were more successful at that, than others…

Andy seemed to almost read your mind, glancing at you before stepping in, to politely decline for now. He gave a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his head.

“We really appreciate the offer, but I think we need to get a little more prepared before taking on a Gym battle.”

Hekate gasped dramatically, clutching her staff.

“Oh? Not ready to face the horrors that lurk within my domain?”

She leaned in, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. 

“Or are you afraid?”

Andy chuckled. 

“More like we just got here, and we’re still recovering. Plus, we need to train first.”

Ripple nodded, still holding her cup. 

“Yeah, and I still wanna look around the city, before I have to dodge sludge bombs and toxic spikes.”

Hekate twirled her fingers through the air, laughing. 

“Very well, little travelers. I shall spare you… for now!” 

Then, with a graceful wave of her hand, she pointed her staff toward the far side of the market. 

“When you do decide to challenge me, you’ll find my Gym in the heart of the city, right next to the open park. Can’t miss it. Looks like a haunted apothecary, covered in vines, glowing mushrooms, and oozing with mystery~.”

She wiggled her fingers for effect, causing Ripple to shudder.

“…Why did you have to say oozing?”

Hekate smirked.

“Because it’s true.”

Ranjo nodded, already mentally filing away the directions. 

“Got it. We’ll see you soon.”

Hekate grinned, stepping back into the shadows of her shop. 

“I’ll be waiting… Ooohohohoho!” 

Her cackle echoed as the door creaked shut behind her.

Andy let out a sigh, before giggling a little. 

“Well, she’s something.”

Ripple slumped forward. 

“Okay, can we please find a place to crash now? We’ve been walking non-stop for a while, and it looked like it was about to rain soon.”

You glanced toward the busy streets of Buranil City, feeling the weight of the journey still clinging to you. The Gym challenge could wait. For now, rest was the priority.

The moment you stepped back into the market, the overwhelming energy of Buranil City washed over you again. Bright colors, loud voices, and the mingling scents of fresh fruit, sizzling street food, and herbs. You felt somewhat overstimulated honestly. 

It was almost enough to make you forget the exhaustion still clinging to your limbs. Almost.

Ripple, however, seemed to have completely forgotten. Despite still looking a little under the weather, she perked up almost immediately at the sight of a stall draped in colorful fabrics. She gasped, making a beeline for it.

“Ooo, look at these scarves! They’re so soft! And the patterns-” 

She grabbed one with a deep purple swirl, wrapping it around her shoulders.

“I need this.”

Before you could stop her, Andy was already drifting away too, drawn toward a food stall where a vendor was grilling skewers of marinated meat and vegetables over an open flame. He sniffed the air, and then his stomach growled. 

“Okay, we’re definitely getting food first.”

Ranjo, who had been scanning the streets for a sign of an inn or Pokémon Center, turned back just in time to see them both getting distracted. He looked flabbergasted, and then let out a loud sigh.

“Guys. We need to find a place to stay first. Keyword, is first.”

Ripple clutched the scarf defensively. 

“But what if I never see this again?”

Andy, who had already been fishing for money, frowned.

“Can’t I just buy this really quick? I’m super hungry!”

When is Andy ever not hungry?

Ranjo shot you a look, seeming exasperated and at a loss on what to do. You just shrugged.

Figuring you had to do something, you crossed your arms, then signed a simple, slow response.

‘Rest first. Then food.’

Andy groaned, hesitating. 

“But Ivyyyy!”

You raised a brow, holding your hands up again. 

‘Bed first. Then food.’

Ripple groaned dramatically, flopping against the stall’s counter. She might not have understood you, but she could probably guess by Andy’s reaction, what you might have said.

“Uggghhh, fine. But if we don’t come back for this scarf, I’m blaming you and Ranjo.”

Ranjo clapped his hands together. 

“Great. Let’s move before you two run off again.”

Andy sighed, but stepped away from the food, reluctantly. Ripple gave the scarf one last longing look before following.

You shook your head, feeling a little amused by their antics. Just another day with this group, you suppose.

It took some effort, but you managed to steer Ripple and Andy away from any more distractions, weaving through the bustling market streets in search of somewhere to stay. The city was vast, and the twisting paths between stalls and buildings made it easy to get turned around.

Eventually, Ranjo spotted a building with a familiar red roof peeking out from between two tall palm trees. 

“Pokémon Center, straight ahead!”

Ranjo announced, nodding and pointing towards it.

Relief washed over you. The Pokémon Center was bound to have rooms available, and even if it didn’t, the staff could point you to a place that did.

As you stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted. The air was cool, the chatter was quieter, and the sterile scent of medicine lingered. A handful of trainers were resting in the lounge area, some tending to their Pokémon while others simply dozed off on the couches.

Nurse Joy greeted you all with a warm smile from behind the counter. 

“Welcome to the Buranil City Pokémon Center! How can I help you?”

Ranjo took the lead, placing his hands on the counter. 

“Hey, do you guys have any rooms available?”

Nurse Joy nodded, in response to Ranjo’s question.

“Yes, we have a few open for traveling trainers. How many beds will you need?”

Ripple immediately leaned against the counter, sighing with relief and exhaustion.

“Four, and can they be as soft as possible? We’ve been through so much.”

Nurse Joy chuckled.

“I’ll see what I can do.” 

She typed something into her computer, then handed Ranjo a small keycard. 

“Your room is just down the hall on the left. You’ll find fresh supplies in the storage area if you need anything extra.”

Ranjo took the key and turned to the rest of you. 

“Alright. Let’s get settled, then you two can finally go throw your money at scarves and food.”

Ripple and Andy perked up immediately. 

“Finally!” 

Andy grinned, already making plans in his head for what he’d eat first.

You followed them toward the room, feeling the exhaustion creeping back in now that you were somewhere safe. The thought of finally resting, even for a short while, was tempting. But you had a feeling that as soon as Andy and Ripple got what they wanted, the next challenge would be right around the corner.

Besides, you had a gym to beat. And being at only one Pokemon, you were at a disadvantage. You need to find any way at all, to make Kyute as strong as possible for the gym challenge.

You set Kyute down gently on the corner of the bed, before belly flopping unceremoniously onto the mattress. Kyute just looked at you, as you did that.

Kyute tilted its head, fabric ears twitching in curiosity as it watched you sink into the bed. You sighed into the mattress, the weight of the day pressing down on you now that you had a chance to breathe. A gym battle loomed ahead, and with only Kyute on your team, the odds weren’t in your favor.

You rolled onto your back, staring at the ceiling as you thought. You needed a plan. Hekate was a Poison type specialist, meaning status effects were a real threat. Even if Kyute was strong, getting poisoned early in the fight could ruin your chances.

Maybe there was something in the market that could help? A held item, a rare berry, something!

Kyute let out a small noise, hopping onto your chest as if sensing your thoughts. You scratched behind its fake ears, earning a happy squeak in response.

Yeah, you’ve got work to do. 

Meanwhile, Andy and Ripple had already abandoned their bags by their beds, practically vibrating with anticipation. Ripple turned to Ranjo with pleading eyes.

“Now can we go?” 

She asked, hands clasped dramatically.

Ranjo rolled his eyes with an exasperated smile, but didn’t argue. 

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go before you explode.”

You sat up, stretching before hopping to your feet.

 ‘I’ll come too. Need to check the market.‘

You signed, drawing their attention. 

Andy grinned your way.

“Getting serious about the gym, huh?”

You nodded. Andy giggled when he saw.

“Thought you would.”

“Then let’s make it quick. We’ll get food, get whatever Ivory needs, and then call it for the night.”

Ranjo said. Meanwhile, Ripple was already halfway out the door. 

“Come on! Before that scarf disappears!”

With Kyute nestled in your arms, you followed the others back into the bustling streets, mentally getting ready to prepare for what lay ahead. You braced yourself, as you followed them out back into the city.

The market was just as chaotic as before, a whirlwind of colors, scents, and voices filling the air. Ripple made a beeline for the scarf stall, Andy trailed after her toward the food vendors, and Ranjo wandered off to get who knows what.

But you had a different goal in mind. You shifted Kyute in your arms and scanned the stalls carefully, looking for anything that might give you an edge in the upcoming gym battle.

A held item could make all the difference. Something to counteract Poison? An offensive boost? Maybe even a berry that could cure status effects?

You wandered through the maze of vendors, keeping an eye out for anything useful. The first stand that caught your attention was one selling battle related items. Everything from Mystic Waters to Sharp Beaks. A woman behind the stall looked up as you approached, smiling warmly.

“Looking for something in particular?”

You hesitated, then signed carefully, hoping she understood. 

‘Something to help in a Poison type battle.’

She tapped a finger to her chin, thinking. 

“Ah! I’ve got just the thing.” 

She reached below the counter and pulled out a small, pink cloth with a faint shimmer to it. 

“This here is a Pecha Scarf. Woven with fibers from Pecha Berries. It won’t cure poisoning, but it’ll help prevent it from happening.”

A Pecha Scarf. You had heard that you could only find them made in select places in the world. It seems Galassia was one of such places.

It was tempting. You reached out to inspect it, but before you could decide, something else caught your eye. A small, shadowy object resting among the other battle items.

A Spell Tag.

You recognized it immediately. It would boost the power of Kyute’s Ghost type moves. A strong offense could be just as important as defense, especially against a tricky opponent like Hekate.

Now you had a choice.

Kyute looked up at you, tilting its head as if waiting for your decision. Do you focus on protecting against status effects, or do you double down on raw power?

It was honestly tricky, and needed careful planning. You decided you’d think it over, after training Kyute. Going to the park, and boosting Kyute’s skills would be vital. They still only knew two moves. Maybe you could find a stand to teach some technical moves to Kyute.

‘I’ll come back later.’

You informed the vendor.

The vendor nodded, tucking the Pecha Scarf and Spell Tag back into their display. 

“Take your time deciding. A battle’s only as good as its strategy, after all.”

You gave a small nod of thanks before stepping away, Kyute still nestled in your arms. The little Pokémon let out a curious squeak, its shadowy hands lightly tugging at your sleeve. It must have sensed your hesitation.

You hummed and petted them reassuringly. 

You cast a glance across the market. Ripple was chatting excitedly with the scarf vendor, already wrapped in the purple swirl patterned fabric she’d been eyeing earlier. Andy, meanwhile, was happily munching on a skewer, his Snover sitting beside him, gnawing on a piece of frozen fruit. Ranjo had returned with a small bag, though whatever he’d bought wasn’t immediately obvious.

Before they could get too comfortable, you approached them, tapping Ranjo on the shoulder to get his attention.

‘Training. Park?’ 

You signed, hoping he’d get the message quickly.

He blinked, then nodded in understanding. 

“Yeah, the park’s huge! There’s bound to be a good spot to train. And maybe even some other trainers looking for a battle.”

Ripple, now properly bundled up in her new scarf, perked up. 

“Oh, are we training? Can I watch?”

Andy swallowed the last of his food and grinned. 

“Yeah! Maybe I can get Snover, Berry, and Plumimind to practice too!”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help but smile. You hadn’t exactly invited them, but at this point, you weren’t surprised. 

With that settled, you all started heading towards the park, the weight of the upcoming gym battle pressing lightly on your mind. You didn’t know what Hekate’s full team looked like, but if Kyute was going to stand a chance, you needed to be ready for anything.

Buranil City’s park felt like a sprawling oasis in the heart of the bustling metropolis. The towering imported palms and thick, flowering bushes provided shade, while paved walkways wound through open fields and clearings perfect for training. A large fountain stood at the center, surrounded by benches where people sat chatting, some with their Pokémon resting beside them.

As soon as you stepped onto the grass, Ripple stretched her arms above her head. 

“Alright, let’s see some action! I wanna see what Kyute’s got.”

Andy was already releasing his Pokémon. His Snover let out a small huff as it stepped onto the grass, while Berry, the Hedgal he’s had since the beginning of his journey, laid on the grass taking a nap. Last to come out was Plumimind, flapping lazily above them, its soft, pink and purple feathers moving with the breeze.

Ranjo glanced around, rubbing his chin. 

“There should be some trainers around here looking for a battle. That might help Kyute get some real experience.”

You set Kyute down in front of you. It looked up, tilting its head, its ragged disguise shifting slightly with the motion. The battle ahead wouldn’t be easy. You needed to help it get stronger, faster, and more precise.

Taking a deep breath, you crouched down to Kyute’s level. 

‘We need to train. Get stronger.’

You knew Kyute didn’t understand you. But you figured they’d never learn sign language, if you never make the effort to try and communicate with them your way.

Sign language was half body language anyway. So even if Kyute didn’t know the hand motions, there were some things that were implied.

Kyute looked up at you, and simply nodded.

They might not understand everything, but them just understanding enough made you smile.

Ripple, who had settled onto a bench nearby, kicked her feet idly. 

“So what’s the plan? Are we just going to throw Kyute at random battles, or do you have something specific in mind?”

That was the question, wasn’t it? You could try battling wild Pokémon in the park, seek out a trainer, or even see if there were any move tutors around who could teach Kyute something new.

Andy grinned, already bouncing on his feet. 

“If you want, I can battle you! My Pokémon could use the practice too.”

That was an option. None of Andy’s Pokemon would have an overwhelming type advantage. Heck, Plumimind was a psychic and flying dual type, which made them weak to ghost. Plus Andy wouldn’t go easy on you, if you didn’t want him to, which could push Kyute to adapt. But a different approach might be better.

You glanced at Ranjo, who seemed to be observing the field carefully. You knew he was looking for the best possible training methods already. Meanwhile, Ripple just looked entertained, clearly excited to see what you’d do next.

Now it was up to you. What was the best way to prepare Kyute for the battle ahead?

…

Ughhh, it felt like you had so many big decisions to make. How are you ever going to prepare Kyute for the Poison Gym? 

You resolved to try and be more decisive. Hesitation would make you lose in battle anyway.

You straightened your posture, rolling your shoulders. If you were going to prepare Kyute properly, you needed to act with confidence. You glanced at Andy, then at Kyute, making your decision.

‘Let’s battle.’ 

You signed to Andy.

Andy’s grin widened. 

“Alright! Let’s go with… Plumimind!”

The psychic and flying-type Pokémon let out a soft chirp, flapping forward into the training field. Its round body bobbed slightly in the air, its deep, cyan and purple eyes locking onto Kyute.

Kyute shuffled forward, standing opposite Plumimind, its disguise shifting slightly as it squared up for battle. You knew Kyute only had two moves. Astonish and Copycat. Against a Psychic type like Plumimind, Astonish would be the best choice, but it wasn’t just about attacking. 

You needed Kyute to get used to dodging, anticipating attacks, and reacting quickly. This would be what you’d try and get them to practice.

Ripple leaned forward on the bench. 

“Ha, this’ll be fun! Plumimind looks tricky, but Kyute’s been around longer. Man, I wish I had some popcorn right now.”

Ranjo crossed his arms, watching the fight carefully. 

“Andy has no type advantages, which means he’ll have to rely on timing. Let’s see if Andy’s any good at improvising.”

Andy rolled his shoulders, before pointing a hand dramatically.

“Alright, Plumimind, let’s start with Confuse Ray!”

Plumimind’s eyes flashed with a soft glow, its energy rippling toward Kyute like an unseen wave.

You reacted fast. You decided to use the easiest sign to understand, when it came to dodging.

‘Get out of the way! Then Astonish!’

Kyute twitched, its form bouncing away just as the Confuse Ray washed over the battlefield. Plumimind tried to get in closer, but Kyute had managed to get behind Plumimind, letting out a terrifying sound with its attack.

The blow landed, and Plumimind let out a startled trill as Kyute’s Astonish hurt it. Andy, however, was quick to respond.

“Plumimind, use Air Slash!”

The flying type Pokémon flapped its wings rapidly, whipping up a forceful wind that sent Kyute skidding backward across the grass. Kyute wobbled but quickly steadied itself, its tiny hands clenching in determination.

Your mind raced. Kyute’s attack was decent enough, but its speed needed work. You had to focus on keeping it unpredictable, because if it got hit too many times, you’d lose.

‘Keep moving!’

Keep moving Kyute! Don’t let Plumimind read your next move…

Kyute flicked its disguise’s ear in a show of understanding, its shadowy body shifting slightly. The battle had only just begun, but every second counted.

Now, how were you going to turn this fight in your favor?

Plumimind hovered in place, its wings still beating, waiting for Andy’s next command. You could tell Andy was thinking fast, looking for an opening to pressure Kyute again.

You needed to act first.

‘Astonish again, while moving!’

Kyute darted to the side, then forward, erratic in its movements as it closed the gap. Another eerie cry rang out as it lashed forward with Astonish, its ghostly energy striking Plumimind head on.

You feel like Kyute was slowly picking up on your sign language more and more.

Plumimind wobbled in midair, letting out a dazed chirp.

Ripple gasped.

“Oh! Did it flinch?!”

You hoped so. If Plumimind hesitated for even a second, it gave you an opening. But Andy wasn’t one to freeze under pressure.

“Plumimind, use Confuse Ray! Don’t let them get away!”

Plumimind shook off its daze, its eyes flashing again with a burst of confusing, swirling light. This time, Kyute was too close to dodge completely. The waves of energy rippled through its body, and you could see it stumble slightly, its movements turning sluggish.

Ranjo hummed, as he watched the scene unfold. 

“That’s bad news for Ivory. If Kyute hurts itself in confusion, it’ll slow the battle down even more.”

You clenched your fists. Confusion was unpredictable, it could wear off quickly, or it could completely throw Kyute off balance. You had to decide what to do next.

Should you play it safe and try to get Kyute to shake it off? Or push forward and attack anyway, hoping it would push through the confusion?

Every decision counted. The way you handled this moment could determine the rest of the battle.

Ughhhhhh!!!! You hated all these decisions!

In a fit of frustration you sent another command, your anger forgoing all earlier hesitation.

‘Use Copycat!’

Kyute twitched, its movements still sluggish from the Confuse Ray, but it obeyed immediately. Its shadowy body flickered, and a strange light gleamed in its ragged eyes. The energy around it shifted, then suddenly, that same swirling and disorienting glow that Plumimind had just used pulsed outward.

Ripple gasped. 

“Wait, did Kyute just copy Confuse Ray?!”

Andy’s eyes widened as the wave of ghostly, hypnotic energy washed over Plumimind. The psychic type let out a surprised chirp as its movements turned uneven, wings flapping awkwardly as the confusion took hold.

Ranjo grinned, chuckling at the turn of events. 

“Hah. Smart. If Kyute’s going down, it’s taking Plumimind with it.”

You didn't have time to celebrate, unfortunately. Both Pokémon now faced the same problem. Who would break through the confusion first?

Andy pointed ahead.

“Plumimind, Air Slash! Push through it!”

Plumimind flapped its wings, trying to summon a slicing gust of wind, only for it to wobble midair, chirping in distress as it smacked itself in its own confusion.

“Yes!! That’s what I’m talking about!”

Ripple cheered.

You had a chance. You had to take it now.

‘Astonish!’

Kyute’s body tensed, it hesitated for a moment, teetering on the edge of confusion. Then suddenly shook itself out and lunged forward with a sharp, ghostly shriek. The move struck Plumimind hard, sending it reeling backward.

Andy gritted his teeth. 

“Plumimind, come on, snap out of it!”

Plumimind tried to steady itself, blinking rapidly. You could tell the battle was reaching its turning point.

Now what? Should you press the attack while you had the advantage, or play it cautiously and let Plumimind trip over its own confusion a little longer? Every second mattered, and the next move could seal the battle’s outcome.

No… 

You were done second guessing yourself. You had Kyute put Plumimind at a disadvantage. You need to take the offensive now, and stick to it. Keep putting the pressure on Andy and Plumimind, and win.

‘Astonish! Again!’

Kyute didn’t hesitate this time. It darted forward, its tiny, shadowy form flickering before letting out another chilling shriek. The ghostly energy surged toward Plumimind, landing another clean hit.

Plumimind wobbled in midair, its movements sluggish as it fought against the confusion still clouding its mind. Andy clenched his fists, eyes sharp with determination.

“Plumimind, Air Slash! Snap out of it!”

Plumimind let out a strained chirp, its wings fluttering erratically. For a split second, it seemed to focus, it flapped hard, summoning a sharp gust of wind… Only for its body to jerk to the side at the last second, its own confusion causing it to misfire. The Air Slash shot wide, harmlessly rustling the grass nearby.

Ripple burst out laughing.

“Oh wow, Plumimind is so lost right now.”

Ranjo nodded and then giggled a little himself.

“Yup, Ivory’s got control of the battle now. If they keep up the pressure, it’s over.”

You weren’t about to give Andy an opening.

‘Astonish! One more time!’

Kyute rushed forward, weaving slightly but keeping its focus. It let out one final, eerie cry as its attack slammed into Plumimind. The psychic type let out a defeated chirp as its small body was sent tumbling backward. Then, with one last wobble, it crashed into the grass.

Silence filled the training field for a bit.

Andy sighed, then gave a lopsided grin. 

“Plumimind fainted and can’t keep battling.” 

He stepped forward, crouching to gently scoop up his dazed Pokémon. 

“You did great, buddy.”

Ripple shot up from the bench, arms raised in victory. 

“Yes! First battle in Buranil, and you’re already winning Ivory! That’s how it’s done!”

This is the second battle you’ve won, and the last time was also against Andy. You found that somewhat interesting.

You let out a slow breath, looking down at Kyute. Your Pokémon stood there, its little form heaving slightly from exertion, but it turned to you with something close to pride in its flickering eyes.

That’s right... You won!

Kyute had fought well, pushed through confusion, and adapted mid battle. It wasn’t just about strength, it was about persistence, quick thinking, and taking control when it mattered.

That’s how you’d win against Hekate, once you’ve fully realized your battle plan.

Andy approached, still grinning as he extended a hand.

“That was a solid battle. Kyute’s gotten stronger than last time!”

You took his hand, shaking it happily. It was a good battle. But it also showed you exactly what you needed to work on.

Kyute was strong, but it needed more options in battle. You couldn’t rely on Astonish and Copycat forever.

Ripple stretched her arms, smirking. 

“Sooo… what’s next? Are we battling more? Finding a move tutor? Gotta say, I’m kinda invested in Kyute getting stronger now. Maybe we can battle sometime, Ivory! Get both our Pokémon stronger.”

Maybe later…

Ranjo gave you a knowing look. 

“If you’re this serious about taking on Hekate, you should start thinking about countering her strategies now. Poison types are tricky. I know we haven’t seen her strategies, but let’s not kid ourselves and think poisoning our Pokémon is out of the question.”

You nodded. This was just the beginning of your training plan. You had won this battle, but the real challenge was still ahead. Now, you had to figure out the next step in Kyute’s training.

Getting more moves.

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Kyute had proven its resilience and ability to adapt, but against a Poison type Gym Leader like Hekate, it needed more than just Astonish and Copycat. It needed something that could hit harder, and give it more flexibility in battle.

Andy adjusted Plumimind in his arms, before sending it back into its pokeball. He seemed to know what you were thinking.

“I bet there’s a move tutor somewhere in Buranil. Cities like this usually have one, especially with all the tourists coming through.”

Ripple perked up, nodding in agreement.

“Oh yeah! Move tutors usually know a bunch of weird and useful moves, right? Kyute could get something really cool!”

Ranjo also nodded, seeming more thoughtful.

“We could ask around the market. If we’re lucky, we might find someone who specializes in Ghost type moves.”

That was a good enough plan. But were there any specific kinds of moves you should look for? Was there anything that could counteract Poison types?

Ripple leaned in. 

“Oh! Oh! What if Kyute could learn a Psychic type move? That’d wreck Poison types!”

Andy tilted his head. 

“Maybe, but I don’t think Mimikyu can learn any Psychic moves naturally. Something defensive might be good too. Hekate’s Pokémon probably have all kinds of tricks.”

You exhaled sharply. More decisions. But unlike before, you felt more sure of yourself.

‘Let’s find a move tutor.’

The others grinned in agreement.

Ranjo slung his hands behind his head. 

“Alright then! Off to the market we go!”

Buranil City’s market was sprawling, packed with stalls selling everything from handmade jewelry to rare Pokémon treats. The air was thick with the scent of sizzling street food and fresh fruit. People bustled past, chatting and haggling, the energy lively and infectious.

You scanned the area, searching for any signs of a move tutor. If you were lucky, you’d find someone who could give Kyute the edge it needed to take on the Poison Gym.

Now, it was just a matter of finding the right person.

You weaved through the bustling crowd, eyes darting between the stalls. There were vendors selling all kinds of things. Pokéballs with intricate designs, handcrafted charms said to bring good luck in battle, and even a stall dedicated entirely to different kinds of berries. But nothing about move tutors.

Ranjo was the first to spot something promising. 

“There!” 

He pointed to a small wooden stall with a tattered banner reading “Technical Moves & Battle Enhancements.”

Behind the counter stood a man who looked like he had seen his fair share of battles. He had a thick, graying beard, a long coat covered in patches, and an easy going grin. His table was lined with neatly stacked Technical Machines in small, labeled cases, their metallic surfaces glinting under the warm sunlight.

Ripple stared in awe. 

“This guy looks like he’s been through a million battles!”

Andy stepped forward.

“Hey, do you sell TMs for Ghost types?”

The man chuckled, crossing his arms. 

“I sell a bit of everything, kid. You looking for something to give your Pokémon an edge?” 

His eyes flickered to Kyute, who peeked out from between your arms and cloak. 

“This little fella yours?”

You nodded, signing.

‘Need something stronger. Maybe a Psychic type move?’

The man raised an eyebrow. 

“Psychic moves, huh? Not many Ghost types can pick those up, but… let me see.” 

He rummaged through his collection before holding up a single, gleaming TM case. 

“Here we go. TM Psychic. It’s one of the only psychic type moves a Mimikyu can learn. Has a chance to lower the enemy Pokémon’s special defense, and it’s powerful.”

Ripple’s eyes widened. 

“Whoa, that sounds awesome!”

You reached for it instinctively, until you saw the price.

30,000 Pokédollars.

Your jaw dropped. There was no way you had that much! For some reason, you checked your wallet just to confirm anyway, but yes you were way out of budget. You don’t know what you were expecting honestly.

Andy winced.

“Oof. That’s… yeah, no. That’s way too expensive. I don't think anyone here has enough to afford that.”

Even if anyone here did, you don’t like the idea of everyone giving you their money for your problems. It’s already enough that they’re following you around all day, for your Pokemon. Even if you didn’t exactly ask them to.

Ranjo crossed his arms. 

“You’d think with all the tourists around, the prices would be lower, not higher.”

No, people mark up the prices for tourists all the time. Why would Ranjo think that?? Is he stupid?

The man gave a sheepish shrug. 

“Rare move, rare price. That’s how it is.”

You clenched your fists. Psychic would have been perfect, but there was no way you could afford it. So what now?

The vendor seemed to notice your frustration because he stroked his beard and leaned forward. 

“Tell you what, I got other moves. Maybe not Psychic, but still solid options for a fighter like yours. You wanna take a look?”

It wasn’t what you had hoped for, but you had to adapt. You gave a slow nod.

Ripple nudged your shoulder. 

“Don’t worry, Ivory. You’ll find something just as good.”

The vendor grinned. 

“That’s the spirit. Let’s see if we can find a move that fits your partner just right.”

He started flipping through his stock, and you watched carefully. Maybe Psychic was out of reach, but that didn’t mean Kyute wouldn’t find something useful here.

The vendor rifled through his selection, muttering to himself as he picked out a few TM cases and set them on the counter.

“Alright, let’s see…” 

He tapped the first one. 

“TM Shadow Claw. Fast, physical, and has a high chance of landing a critical hit. A good move for almost any Ghost type.”

You glanced at Kyute. Shadow Claw was certainly stronger than Astonish, but was it enough to deal with Hekate’s Poison types? Maybe… but you wanted to see the other options first.

The vendor moved on. 

“Next up, TM Will-O-Wisp. Doesn’t deal damage, but burns your opponent, cutting their attack in half. Could be useful against an enemy that relies on physical attacks.”

That was… tempting. If Hekate’s Pokémon relied on brute force, this could seriously weaken them. But it wouldn’t help against Special Attackers or Pokémon with abilities that ignored burns.

“Here’s another one. TM Substitute. Costs some health, but protects you from status moves and weaker attacks.”

You frowned. That could work if you had a strategy built around it, but Kyute didn’t have any recovery moves.

The last TM caught your attention, because the vendor hesitated before pushing it forward.

“And this one… TM Draining Kiss. It's a Fairy type move, so it won’t be super effective against Poison types, but it’ll let your Mimikyu heal itself while attacking. Not a bad option if you’re looking for staying power.”

You blinked. That was unexpected. Kyute was part Fairy type, but it didn’t have any Fairy moves yet. And Draining Kiss might not hit hard, but the healing could help in a battle of attrition.

Ripple leaned over. 

“Ooooh, I like that one! Imagine Kyute just stealing health over and over while the other Pokémon slowly freaks out.”

Andy hummed. 

“It’s not very effective, but it does give Kyute some sustain. Plus, if Hekate’s Pokémon are using Poison moves, Kyute’s Disguise will at least let it land a free hit first.”

Ranjo tilted his head. 

“It’s up to you, Ivory. If we can’t get super effective damage, having some way to stay in the fight might be the next best thing.”

You stared at the TMs, your fingers hovering over the cases. You had to make a decision.

Shadow Claw for raw damage? 

Will-O-Wisp for weakening opponents? 

Substitute for avoiding status? 

Or Draining Kiss for endurance?

The vendor smirked. 

“Think fast, kid. Got a lot of customers coming through.”

You took a deep breath. It was time to choose.

…

You want Shadow Claw.

Your hand moved without hesitation, fingers closing around the TM for Shadow Claw.

’I’ll take this one.’

You signed, nodding firmly.

The vendor grinned. 

“Good choice. Fast, reliable, and with a little luck, you’ll be landing some nasty crits.”

You handed over the Pokédollars, wincing slightly as your wallet grew lighter. But it was worth it. Kyute needed a strong, reliable attack to handle the battles ahead, and this was the best option.

Ripple grinned. 

“Ohhh yeah! Now Kyute’s got some real power!”

Andy nodded approvingly, smiling at you. 

“It might not be super effective against poison, but with the potential to land critical hits, you might not even need type advantage!”

Ranjo laughed softly, likely already seeing the battle against you and Hekate in his mind. 

“And if you land a hit while Disguise is still up, that’s an even bigger opening. With a little luck, you’ll win against all three Pokemon.”

You took the TM and knelt down, looking Kyute in the eyes. The little Mimikyu tilted its head, watching curiously. Carefully, you pressed the TM against Kyute’s tiny body. The device pulsed with a soft glow as the knowledge of Shadow Claw transferred to your Pokémon.

Kyute twitched, its little hands flexing as it processed the new move. Then, with a flicker of excitement, it swiped at the air, its claws briefly glowing with a dark, spectral energy before fading.

Ripple raised a fist, as if celebrating a victory of some kind. 

“That looked awesome!”

The vendor chuckled. 

“Looks like your little fighter’s got a new trick up its sleeve. Hope it serves you well.”

You nodded, standing up. You felt good about this. Kyute was stronger now, and your plan to take on Hekate was starting to take shape.

But there was still more to prepare.

Andy crossed his arms. 

“So, what’s next? More training? Or are we heading straight for the Gym?”

You glanced at Kyute, then at the rest of the group.

You weren’t done yet. Not until you were sure you could win.

You needed to head back towards that item stand. You knew what you wanted now. 

The market was just as lively as before, as you four waded through the crowd, the hum of chatter and the scent of fresh food filling the air as you made your way back to the item stand. 

The vendor there, a woman with sharp eyes and a no nonsense attitude, glanced up as you approached, recognizing you from earlier.

“Back again? Figured out what you need?”

She asked, leaning forward on her counter.

You nodded, signing quickly. 

‘Spell Tag and Pecha Scarf.‘

She smirked, already reaching beneath the counter. 

“A trainer who comes back knowing what they want. Now that, I respect.”

She placed the two items before you. The Spell Tag was a small, charm-like talisman, its faded silver threads woven into eerie, arcane patterns. It was said to boost the power of Ghost-type moves, which is exactly what Kyute needed to make Shadow Claw hit even harder. 

The Pecha Scarf, on the other hand, was a soft pink fabric embroidery with spotted patterns, its silk-like material imbued with an antitoxin effect. Perfect for resisting the poison that Hekate’s Pokémon would no doubt be throwing around.

You eyed the price tags and sighed internally. Your wallet may never forgive you for this.

Still, you handed over the Pokédollars, wincing slightly as the vendor counted them with a satisfied grin.

“Smart picks.” 

She said, counting her reward, before tucking the money away. 

“The Pecha Scarf should help keep your Pokémon in the fight longer, and the Spell Tag? Well, that’ll make sure your Ghost type moves leave a mark.”

You nodded in appreciation, carefully fastening the Pecha Scarf around Kyute’s tiny body. It blinked up at you, tilting its head before nuzzling the fabric curiously. 

Kyute seemed to like it! 

You then tucked the Spell Tag securely into your cloak’s inside pocket, ensuring it wouldn’t get lost or stolen. You’d equip it on Kyute, after the Gym battle.

Ripple leaned in with an eager grin. 

“Okay, now Kyute looks adorable and ready to kick butt!”

Andy nodded in agreement.

“You’re covering your bases pretty well Ivy! Now we just need to make sure Kyute’s fully comfortable with Shadow Claw before the battle.”

Ranjo smirked at you.

“A bit more training, then straight to the Gym, I’m guessing?”

You exhaled, adjusting your bag. Yeah. That sounded like a plan.

Because now, with Shadow Claw and the Pecha Scarf, you were feeling more confident.

It was time to get serious.

“Cool! I was thinking of maybe heading back to the park anyway. I wanted to catch at least one of the Pokémon there. Maybe whatever we’d catch, we could throw at you to train Kyute. Aaaand, you could also maybe get a second Pokémon too!”

Right, Ranjo doesn’t know that wild Pokémon don’t like you.

Andy must’ve seen your face, because he was now whispering something to Ranjo, who looked confused, before speaking up again.

“Or we could just do the first thing I said, and forget that last part.”

Ranjo, despite backtracking, still seemed confused. And well, you couldn’t blame him. But you also felt like he was a little more than confused. 

His expression didn’t say ‘Oh, that’s a bit weird’.

No… It was more like ‘That’s not supposed to happen.’ Or ‘That shouldn’t be happening.’

You didn’t like it, but you wouldn’t point it out. Maybe you’re just reading into it too much.

You let it go, shaking off the unease creeping up your spine. Now wasn’t the time to dwell on things you couldn’t change. What mattered was training Kyute and making sure you were ready for Hekate.

“Park sounds good. It’s open, there’s plenty of space, and we won’t have to worry about accidentally breaking someone’s stall if things get too intense.”

Andy said, glancing at you for confirmation. 

You nodded, signing a quick response.

’Sounds good.’ 

Then you went to start adjusting Kyute’s scarf. The little Pokémon clung to your side as you followed the others back toward the park.

The bustling sounds of the marketplace faded as you stepped into the park’s open expanse. The sunlight filtered through the dark clouds and trees, casting dappled shadows across the grass. 

You really hoped it wouldn’t rain during training.

A few trainers were scattered around, some battling, others simply letting their Pokémon roam.

Ripple stretched her arms over her head. 

“Alright! Who’s gonna catch a Pokémon first?”

Andy rubbed his chin, scanning the area. 

“Might as well be me. I should think about adding another psychic type to my team for the gym.”

He said, adjusting the pokéballs on his belt. Ripple grinned at him.

“Oh, nice! Any ideas, or are you just gonna wing it?”

“I’ll see what I can find!”

 Andy replied, stepping away from the group and moving toward a cluster of trees.

You watched as he knelt down near a bush, eyes focused on something. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he tossed out his Pokéball. Snover materialized in a flash of light, its icy body standing firm as Andy pointed toward the foliage.

“Powder Snow!”

A chill filled the air as Snover unleashed a flurry of icy wind. From the bush, a group of startled Exeggcute tumbled out, their eggs chattering in alarm. Andy’s eyes lit up.

“Perfect!”

One of the Exeggcute, slightly larger than the others, rolled forward, shaking off the frost. It narrowed its many eyes at Snover and retaliated with Confusion, sending a wave of psychic energy toward Andy’s Pokémon. Snover flinched but held its ground.

“Leafage, let’s go!”

A gust of leaves swirled across the field, cutting the Exeggcute as it rolled over at the attack. Andy seized his chance, pulling out a Pokéball and throwing it. The ball struck Exeggcute, drawing it inside in a flash of light. It rocked once. Twice. Three times.

Click.

Ripple cheered in excitement.

“Nice one, Andy!”

Andy picked up the Pokéball, examining it with a satisfied nod. 

“Yeah, Exeggcute will be a great addition to the team! A good psychic attacker against poison types.”

Ripple bounced on her heels. 

“Okay, okay, my turn! I want to see if I can find something cool!”

She dashed off toward the nearby pond, eyes sparkling with excitement. You and Ranjo exchanged a glance before following at a slower pace.

By the time you arrived, Ripple was already crouching near the water’s edge, watching something intently. A small, humanoid lilypad Pokémon with a round, reed-like head was poking around in the shallows. It had a curious glint in its eyes.

“A Reedling, just like Ranjo’s… Oh my gosh, it’s adorable.”

Ripple whispered.

She slowly reached for a Pokéball, but the Reedling twitched, sensing her movement. Before it could retreat, she shot up. 

“Wait! Battle me first!”

The little grass type tilted its head before ruffling the white fluff on top of its lilypad hat in challenge. Ripple grinned and called out her Sableye.

“Sableye, Fake Out!”

Her Pokémon darted forward, clapping its hands together in a sudden burst of movement. The Reedling flinched, caught off guard.

“Now, Shadow Sneak!”

Sableye disappeared into the ground, reemerging behind the Reedling and striking with a shadowy claw. The pokemon squeaked, shaking itself off before countering with Water Gun, sending a burst of water crashing into Sableye.

Ripple didn’t even flinch. 

“You’re strong! That makes me want you even more!”

 She pulled out a Pokéball and tossed it.

The ball encapsulated the Reedling, wobbled a few times, then clicked shut.

Ripple fist pumped. 

“Yes! I knew I’d get something cool!”

Ranjo laughed. 

“Guess that means we have two Reedlings now. I’ll have to give mine a nickname, to avoid confusion. Later though.”

He turned away, heading toward a rocky outcrop on the other side of the park. You and the others followed, watching as he scanned the area.

Then, you all heard it. A sharp, playful yip.

Perched on a rock, a sleek, fox-like Pokémon with glowing red fur and black-ish brown ears was watching Ranjo curiously. Its bushy tail swayed, the white fluff at its tip was twitching in the breeze.

Ranjo grinned. 

“That’s the one for me.”

The Jinglow barked, hopping down and landing gracefully before lowering itself into a playful stance. It was challenging him.

Ranjo didn’t waste a second. 

“Alright, Woolaze, let’s do this!”

His Fire type lamb trotted forward, flames already sparking at its wool.

“Ember!”

Woolaze fired a small burst of flames at Jinglow, but the fox nimbly dodged, circling around with impressive speed before countering with Quick Attack. Woolaze staggered slightly but held firm.

Ranjo smirked. 

“Not bad. But try dodging this! Woolaze use Tackle!”

Woolaze charged forward. Jinglow leaped backward, trying to avoid the attack, but Woolaze was faster. The hit landed, knocking Jinglow off balance.

Ranjo wasted no time. He grabbed a Pokéball and launched it. The ball hit Jinglow, sucked it inside, and wobbled violently.

Once.

Twice.

Then click.

Ranjo exhaled before breaking into a grin. 

“And that’s how it’s done.”

Ripple clapped. 

“That was awesome! I love how it kept dodging around like that. It’ll be useful to have on your side.”

Andy nodded. 

“It’s got some serious speed. Like Ripple said, that’ll come in handy.”

You watched Ranjo pick up the Pokéball, a thoughtful look crossing his face. He glanced at you, then back at his new Pokémon.

“Alright, we all got new team members. Now, how about we test them out against Kyute?”

He said, tucking the ball onto his belt. 

Your hands tightened slightly around your cloak. This was it. Time to see just how much stronger Kyute had become.

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself. This was exactly what you needed. One final round of practice before the real battle. You nodded, signing quickly.

‘Ready?’

You were nervous about fighting three Pokemon in succession, but you had to for the gym. At least the wild Pokémon were already weakened before being caught, so it wouldn’t be an unfair fight. 

Ranjo smiled at you.

“Yeah, let’s start. Just to see what Kyute’s got, after everything.” 

He grabbed Jinglow’s Pokéball and tossed it into the air. 

“Alright, let’s go!”

The ball burst open, and in a flash of light, Jinglow reappeared. It stretched its limbs, the white fluff on its tail flickering like a candle. The fox-like Pokémon gave a playful yip, eyes locked on Kyute.

Kyute hopped forward, the Pecha Scarf snug around its tiny body. Its bright eyes gleamed with determination.

Ripple giggled. 

“I can’t wait for my turn. Ivory, kick Ranjo’s butt!”

Will do. You believed in Kyute.

Andy crossed his arms, looking optimistic.

“Kyute’s been getting stronger after our battle. Let’s see how well all that preparing paid off.”

Ranjo grinned. 

“Alright, Ivy, you ready?”

You exhaled. 

‘Yeah.’

You signed quickly before raising your hand in signal. Ranjo didn’t waste a second. 

“Jinglow, Quick Attack!”

Jinglow shot forward in a blur of red, brown, and white. You barely had time to react, but Kyute was watching closely.

“Dodge, then Copycat!”

Kyute leaped to the side just in time, skidding across the grass before lunging at Jinglow and slamming into them quickly. The fox yipped in surprise as Kyute’s attack struck its shoulder.

Ranjo chuckled. 

“Not bad! But we’re just getting started. Jinglow, Ember!”

A burst of small flames shot from Jinglow’s mouth, heading straight for Kyute. You barely had time to sign.

‘Dodge left!’

Kyute tried, but the fire grazed its side, making it stumble. It shook itself off quickly, but you knew it felt that.

Kyute was fast, but it can’t take too many hits like that…

You grit your teeth. Time to turn the tables.

’Kyute, Shadow Claw!’

Kyute’s small paws became enveloped in dark energy, jagged and crackling with ghostly power. It lunged at Jinglow, slashing down with precision.

The attack landed. Jinglow let out a startled bark, stumbling backward from the force.

Ripple gasped. 

“Whoa, that was way stronger than before!”

Ranjo’s eyes widened, but then he grinned. 

“Dang, that did hit hard. Guess Jinglow and I will have to try and match that. ”

Jinglow shook itself off, growling playfully. It wasn’t down yet.

Ranjo pointed forward. 

“Alright, let’s turn up the heat. Use Scratch!”

Jinglow dashed forward, pivoting on its front paws before delivering a sharp scratch to Kyute’s side. Kyute yelped, tumbling back.

You clenched your fists. This was getting close. One more hit like that, and Kyute might not hold out much longer.

But… you saw it in Kyute’s eyes. It wasn’t giving up.

You took a deep breath, then signed.

“Shadow Claw, one more time!”

Kyute’s claws darkened with spectral energy again, but this time, it didn’t just charge in. It waited, watching for an opening.

Jinglow twitched, ready to move.

Then Kyute dashed forward, ducking under Jinglow’s incoming attack and swiping upward in a fierce arc.

A critical hit!

Jinglow yelped and stumbled back, shaking as it tried to stay standing. But then…

Thud.

Jinglow collapsed onto its side, too exhausted to continue.

Silence fell over the group for a moment.

Then Ripple threw her arms up. 

“Kyute wins!”

Andy grinned. 

“That was close, but Ivy pulled through. Good job!”

Ranjo laughed, walking over to check on Jinglow. 

“Dang, and it seemed close too. Kyute really came through at the end there. That Shadow Claw looked real strong.”

He glanced up at you. You let out a relieved breath, kneeling down as Kyute wobbled back over to you. It squeaked happily, clearly proud of itself. You gently ruffled the fabric on its head, feeling a small surge of pride.

This battle had been tough, but Kyute had handled itself well.

You already fought Andy, and even though he had a new Pokémon now, you didn’t think you could handle fighting twice more. 

And that meant one thing.

It was Ripple’s turn.

Win this, and you’ll be ready for the gym battle against Hekate.

Ripple practically vibrated with excitement as she grabbed her Pokéball. 

“Alright, my turn! Let’s see how Kyute handles this!”

She tossed the ball into the air, and in a burst of light, her newly caught Reedling appeared. The small, lilypad headed Pokémon wobbled on its feet before straightening up, its eyes locking onto Kyute with curiosity. It let out a chirping noise, ruffling the fluff on top of its head.

“Reedling’s got Water moves, but that’s not all it’s got! Let’s see if Kyute can keep up!”

Ripple said, bouncing on her heels. 

You nodded, signing quickly. 

‘Bring it on!’

You forgot she couldn’t understand you, but you think the message got across.

Kyute hopped forward again, still standing strong despite the battle with Andy’s Plumimind, and Ranjo’s Jinglow. Its scarf fluttered slightly in the breeze as it squared up against its next opponent.

Ripple grinned. 

“Okay, Reedling, let’s start off strong! Water Gun!”

Reedling inhaled deeply before firing off a stream of water straight at Kyute.

’Dodge!’

You signed towards Kyute.

Kyute sprang to the side, barely avoiding the blast. The grass where it had stood was now damp, the ground darkened from the water. That attack would have hurt if it landed. You had to be careful.

Speed is your current advantage.

After those two battles before, Kyute had learned a new move. It was time to test it out.

“Kyute, Scratch!”

You made a clawing motion across your arm, to try and get the point across.

Kyute darted forward, claws glinting as it swiped at Reedling. The attack hit, making the Grass type stumble back slightly, but it quickly recovered.

Ripple grinned with stubborn determination.

“Not bad! But try this! Use Flail!”

Reedling twirled, and twisted chaotically towards Kyute. It smacked the Mimikyu blindly and rapidly.

Kyute yelped as the Reedling flailed onto them. They staggered back, shaking the Reedling off.

Once off, you could see Kyute beginning to breath heavily with exhaustion.

Andy frowned. 

“Kyute’s tough, but this battle’s stacking up against them fast.”

You took a breath. No time for doubt. Kyute could do this.

‘Kyute, Shadow Claw!‘

Kyute’s claws darkened with ghostly energy again, and it dashed forward, aiming a fierce swipe at Reedling. The attack connected hard, sending the smaller Pokémon skidding across the grass.

Ripple gasped. 

“Whoa! You’re hitting even harder than before!”

Reedling wobbled back to its feet, panting slightly. It wasn’t down yet.

Ripple pointed dramatically. 

“Alright, let’s kick it up a notch! Reedling, Leech Seed!”

Reedling’s eyes glowed green as it summoned small, glowing tendrils of energy toward Kyute. Before you could react, the tendrils latched on, sapping Kyute’s strength and transferring it to Reedling.

Kyute let out a weak cry, beginning to stand lopsidedly. That hurt. And worst of all, Reedling was looking healthier now.

Ranjo frowned, furrowing his brows as he watched the fight starting to shift out of your favor. 

“This isn’t looking good for Ivy or Kyute. They gotta end this fast, if they wanna win.”

You clenched your fists. Kyute wobbled, but forced itself up, determined as ever.

One more good hit. That was all you needed.

You took a deep breath, then signed.

‘Shadow Claw, full power!’

Kyute’s claws flared with dark energy again, even brighter this time. With a sharp cry, it lunged forward, faster than before, and swiped in a wide arc.

The attack landed perfectly.

Reedling let out a startled squeak before collapsing onto its side.

And then it fainted.

“KYUTE WINS AGAIN!”

Ripple cheered, throwing her hands up. It caught you off guard, but at least she wasn’t upset she lost, or anything.

Andy let out a sigh of relief. 

“That was really close. If that last hit didn’t knock out Reedling, Kyute might’ve been in trouble.”

Ranjo grinned. 

“But they did. Kyute is something special.”

You exhaled, looking down at Kyute. It wobbled slightly, exhausted, but when it met your eyes, it looked at you happily.

You did it, buddy. You won!

Kyute had fought hard, won against three tough opponents, and proven its strength.

That meant you were ready for Hekate.

Ranjo stepped in, patting you on the shoulder, causing you to flinch slightly in surprise. He let go, but not without chuckling a little at your reaction.

“Sorry. Just wanted to ask if you wanted to head back to the Pokémon Center. Kyute seems worn out, and I bought something that I wanted to share with all of you.”

Oh?

Ranjo winked at you.

“It’s a surprise, until we get there.”

You blinked at him, then glanced down at Kyute, who was barely standing. Yeah, a trip to the Pokémon Center was definitely in order. You nodded.

Ripple was shaking hands up and down in unison. 

“Ooo, I love surprises! C’mon, C’mon, let’s go!” 

She recalled Reedling, giving the Poké Ball an affectionate pat before jogging ahead.

Andy shrugged with a small smile. 

“Guess we don’t have a choice now, huh?”

Ranjo laughed. 

“Nope! Let’s get moving!”

You sighed, but you couldn’t help a small smile of your own as you scooped Kyute up gently. It squeaked, snuggling into your arms. You gave its head a fond pat, before following the others back into the main area of Buranil City.

As you headed back with the group, you could feel it starting to drizzle a little.

The Pokémon Center was as lively as ever, with travelers and trainers gathered around the lobby, chatting and tending to their teams. You handed Kyute over to Nurse Joy, who took it with a warm smile. The others handed her their Pokémon in as well.

“Your Mimikyu looks like it fought hard. We’ll have them as good as new in no time.”

She said to you kindly. You nodded a thanks before stepping back.

Ranjo nudged your side, grinning.

“Alright, now for the surprise!”

He dug into his bag and pulled out… A box of Poképuffs!

Andy gasped dramatically. 

“No way! You found those?!”

Ripple raised an eyebrow. 

“Poképuffs? Those fancy ones from the market?”

Ranjo grinned proudly, holding the box over his head

“Yup! Got ‘em from one of the baked goods in the stand area. Figured we and our Pokémon deserved a treat after all the training, y’know?”

Andy was practically vibrating. 

“I love these! Ivy, you have to try one!”

You hesitated. You weren’t really used to getting treats like this, but… Andy looked super excited. And, well, you did win all your battles. Maybe a small celebration wouldn’t be so bad.

Ranjo opened the box, revealing a colorful assortment of Poképuffs, decorated with swirls of frosting and tiny fruit pieces. He handed one to you. A soft looking one topped with a Pecha berry. You took it carefully.

As the others picked theirs, you took a bite.

…Oh.

It was soft, sweet, and just a little tart from the berry. You weren’t sure what you expected, but it was good.

Andy chuckled at your expression. 

“Good, right?”

You nodded quickly, taking another bite. Ranjo laughed. 

“See? I knew you’d like it!”

Ripple grinned through a mouthful of her own Poképuff. 

“Best idea ever.”

You hummed in agreement.

For a moment, you allowed yourself to relax. The gym battle was ahead, but right now, surrounded by Andy, and the others, eating something sweet… 

It felt nice.

Ranjo, clearly proud of himself, plucked a pink Poképuff from the box and took a big bite. His eyes widened.

“Mm! This one’s delicious!” 

He mumbled through the mouthful, going in for another bite, without even having fully finished the first bite. He chewed happily, savoring the sugary, berry flavored treat.

“It’s soft, but not too soft, and the filling is amazing!”

Ripple snorted. 

“Guess you picked a winner, huh?”

Andy, already halfway through his own Poképuff, nodded in agreement. 

“Yeah, these are way better than the ones I tried last time.”

When did Andy even get Poképuffs? You never saw him with any, back home. Then again, chances are that he ate them all, the moment he received them.

Shame. He should have shared.

Ranjo, still riding the high of his first bite, reached for a second one. This time, he grabbed a green Poképuff with a slightly glossy top. Without hesitation, he took a huge bite.

And immediately regretted it.

His expression shifted from excitement to confusion, then to pure betrayal as he forced himself to swallow. 

“Blegh! What is this?!”

Ripple burst into laughter. 

“Oh no, what’s wrong?”

Ranjo scrunched his face, shaking his head rapidly. 

“It’s… UGH, it’s so bitter! And, like, sour in the worst way?! I love sour, but not like this!” 

He reached for his water bottle inside his bag, taking a long gulp. 

“Why would anyone make this? Who eats this?!”

Andy peered into the box. 

“Oh, yeah, that’s probably a durin berry Poképuff. Those are not for everyone.”

Ranjo groaned.

“Wish you told me that before I took a bite.”

Ripple was still cackling. 

“This is the best thing I’ve ever seen!”

Ranjo glared at her with puffed cheeks, but sighed in defeat. 

“Okay, okay. I’m done experimenting. The rest of these are for our Pokémon.” 

He tucked the box back into his bag, rubbing his tongue against his teeth like he was trying to scrape the taste off.

Andy smirked. 

“Good call. Pretty sure they’ll appreciate it more than you did.”

You nodded, stifling a laugh as Ranjo made another exaggerated grimace. Even with his poor choice of Poképuff, you couldn’t deny that this break had been worth it.

Glancing back out through the window of the Pokémon Center, you suddenly felt very tired. You couldn’t wait to get Kyute back from Nurse Joy, so you two could sleep. 

And when you wake up, the first thing you’ll do is challenge the Gym.

After a little more teasing at Ranjo’s expense, the four of you settled down in the Pokémon Center’s waiting area. The sounds of quiet conversation and the occasional hum of healing machines filled the space as you sat together, letting your bodies relax after the long day.

Not long after, Nurse Joy approached with a warm smile, carrying a tray of Pokéballs.

“Your Pokémon are all rested and healthy again.” 

She said, handing them back to each of you.

You took Kyute’s Pokéball and felt a small wave of relief. The battle earlier had taken a lot out of them, but now, thanks to the Pokemon Center, they were back to full strength.

Releasing Kyute, you watched as it appeared in a flash of light, blinking up at you. It let out a happy noise, before hopping up and down excitedly. You smiled and reached out to pat its head.

Ripple released Reedling, who wobbled a little before shaking itself off, looking just as eager. Andy and Ranjo followed suit, letting their Pokémon stretch out after their healing.

“Man, what a day.” 

Ranjo sighed, stretching his arms above his head. 

“I don’t know about all of you, but I’m ready to pass out.”

Andy yawned in response. 

“Same. Let’s get to our room before I fall asleep on this couch.”

Ripple grinned. 

“Race you guys there!” 

She declared, before immediately darting toward the hallway.

Andy groaned. 

“Why does she always have energy?”

You sighed, before following after them, Kyute staying close to your side.

The room the four of you had rented for the night wasn’t anything fancy, but it was cozy. Two sets of bunk beds, a small desk, and a window overlooking the city streets below. As soon as you stepped inside, you let out a breath, feeling the exhaustion settle into your bones.

Andy immediately flopped onto one of the lower bunks with a sigh. 

“Dibs.”

Ranjo chuckled and set his bag down. 

“Guess I’ll take top.”

Ripple had already claimed the other top bunk, sitting cross legged as she pet her new Reedling. 

“I’m still not tired, but I guess I’ll try to sleep.”

You simply took the last open bed, setting Kyute down next to you. It yawned, curling up against your side.

Ranjo shifted under his blanket, yawning. 

“Tomorrow’s a big day, huh?”

Andy hummed in agreement. 

“Yup. Ivy’s Gym battle.”

Ripple leaned over the top bunk, peering down at you. 

“You nervous?”

You blinked up at her, then shook your head. 

You know, like a liar.

Ripple grinned at you.

“Good answer.”

Lie successful.

The room fell into a peaceful silence after that, everyone slowly settling in for the night. You lay back, staring at the boards of the bunk above you for a few moments, before turning to Kyute. It was already dozing, breathing slow and steady.

You smiled to yourself and closed your eyes.

Tomorrow, you would take on Hekate. And you would win.

After everything you did to prepare, you didn’t want to fail.

Chapter Text

Despite you trying to be confident, despite everything you told yourself, you couldn’t sleep.

You stared up at the underside of Ripple’s bunk, your thoughts swirling like a storm. Your body felt heavy with exhaustion, but your mind refused to rest. Every time you closed your eyes, you imagined the battle ahead. You imagined Hekate’s Pokémon being strong, experienced, and ruthless. You saw Kyute fighting so hard, but struggling. You saw yourself losing.

You shifted onto your side, pressing your forehead into the pillow. The room was dark and quiet, save for the occasional rustle of blankets and soft breathing from the others. Kyute was curled up beside you, warm and peaceful, but even their presence couldn’t settle the unease in your chest.

You didn’t want them to get hurt.

You didn’t want to lose, you just couldn’t!

A sigh came from the bunk across from you. You barely had time to register it before a voice, soft and groggy, broke the silence.

“Ivy?”

You froze for a second before turning your head. In the dim light, you could just make out Andy sitting up slightly, rubbing his eyes. He blinked at you, still half asleep, but his voice held a quiet concern.

“You okay?”

You hesitated. You wanted to say yes, to brush it off, to pretend everything was fine. But Andy knew you too well. If he was awake enough to ask, then he was awake enough to know you weren’t sleeping.

‘…Can’t sleep.’

You admitted.

Andy hummed in understanding, resting his chin on his arm as he looked over at you. 

“Thinking about the battle?”

You exhaled through your nose. 

‘…Yeah.’

He was quiet for a moment before he offered something to help.

“I can do your hair in the morning.”

?!

You blinked in surprise.

Andy gave a small, sleepy smile. 

“To help you relax. I dunno, it always helped me when Mom did it, and you liked it when I did it before. Y’know, when we were back home.”

You stared at him, caught off guard. Andy wasn’t really the sentimental type like you were, at least, not openly. But here he was, offering something small, something simple, something comforting.

Your throat felt tight.

‘…Okay.’

Andy yawned, flopping back onto his pillow. 

“Cool. Now try to sleep, ‘kay? You’re gonna do great tomorrow.”

You didn’t answer right away.

Instead, you turned onto your back, looking up at the underside of Ripple’s bunk again. The storm in your head hadn’t disappeared, but it felt a little quieter now.

You hummed softly in response, barely any louder than a whisper.

You closed your eyes, and this time, sleep finally found you.

…

Morning came sooner than you expected.

Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. You stirred, blinking bleary eyed at the underside of Ripple’s bunk, before turning your head. Kyute was still curled up beside you, sleeping soundly. For a moment, you stayed still, savoring the quiet.

Then a loud thump came from across the room.

“Ghh-! Ow...”

You sat up, glancing over to see Ranjo groaning on the floor. He must’ve rolled right off the top bunk. Ripple, still half asleep, peeked over the edge of her own bed.

“You good?” 

She mumbled.

Ranjo‘s face was still planted on the wooden floor, even as he spoke. 

“I think I left part of my soul up there.”

Andy snorted as he stretched, still lounging in his bunk.

 “That’s what you get for tossing and turning all night.”

Ripple flopped back onto her pillow with a yawn. 

“Anyway, since Ivy’s got the first battle, I say we go check out the city for a bit while we wait for our turn.”

Andy nodded, sitting up fully now. 

“Sounds like a plan. We’ll all challenge the Gym eventually, but Ivy’s up first. We should make sure he gets there without stressing out.”

Ranjo gave a thumbs up, sitting up from the floor. 

“Yeah! Moral support squad, let’s go!”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help a small smile.

Before you knew it, Andy stood up and grabbed a hairbrush from his bag, waving it at you. 

“Alright, c’mere.”

You hesitated for a second, before shuffling over to sit in front of him. 

Andy sat on the edge of his bunk, gently untangling your long pale hair with practiced movements. It was familiar, and comforting. You had to fight the urge to close your eyes and fall asleep, even if you knew Andy didn’t mind.

Ripple, now fully awake, watched from her bunk with a grin. 

“Aww, look at you two. Adorable.”

Well now you felt embarrassed.

“Oh, shush.” 

Andy said without any real heat, while flicking a loose strand of your hair over your shoulder.

You let yourself relax as he continued, focusing on the rhythmic motions, instead of the nerves creeping back in.

He braided your hair into a half up hairstyle with a fusion of something reminiscent of a Kalosian braid in the back, combined with cornrows.

By the time he finished, you felt a little more like yourself again. Andy gave your head a light pat. 

“There. Ready to go?”

You took a deep breath, then nodded. 

‘Yeah.‘

Ripple hopped down from her bunk.

“Then let’s get moving! The city’s not gonna explore itself while Ivy’s kicking Gym Leader butt.”

With that, the four of you grabbed your bags and headed out.

The air outside was fresh and slightly cool from last night’s drizzle, the streets of Buranil already bustling with people. As you walked, you felt the weight of the upcoming battle settle in your chest again. 

But this time, with these lovable idiots beside you, it didn’t feel so heavy.

The walk to the Gym felt both too long and too short at the same time.

Buranil’s morning crowd was already in full swing, with vendors calling out their wares, travelers navigating the busy streets, and the smell of food stalls filling the air. 

Ripple kept glancing at the different shops as you passed, clearly tempted to wander off. Ranjo had to physically grab the strap of her bag to keep her from bolting toward a stand selling deep fried snacks.

“Focus. You can get food after Ivy’s battle.”

He said, dragging her back in line. Ripple pouted but didn’t argue.

Andy walked beside you, hands in his pockets. He was quiet, but you could tell he was keeping an eye on you. Ready to step in if the nerves got too bad. You appreciated it.

Then, finally, you reached the Gym.

It was built into an older part of the city, where the architecture felt more ancient. The entrance was grand. Dark stone walls covered in creeping vines, the insignia of the Poison type Gym carved into the arch above. A soft mist clung to the ground, giving the place an eerie, almost mystical aura.

You swallowed, trying to steel your nerves.

Ripple grinned, giving you a playful nudge. 

“Well, here we are. No backing out now.”

You shot her a look, and Andy rolled his eyes. 

“Not helping, Ripples.”

Ranjo crossed his arms, before smiling. Though it wasn’t a happy smile. More of a slightly contained nervous one. 

“Hey, no pressure, but you do have an audience.”

He gestured vaguely at the people passing by. Some of them were clearly trainers, possibly Gym challengers waiting for their turn. A couple of them glanced your way, probably sizing you up.

Great…

You exhaled through your nose, balling your hands into fists, then releasing them. You could do this.

Andy gave your shoulder a firm pat. 

“You got this, Ivy.”

Ripple grinned confidently at you. 

“Yeah, show that Gym Leader who’s boss!”

Ranjo smirked your way. 

“And even if you lose, at least you can come back again next time.”

You huffed, giving Ranjo a flat look. Ranjo laughed. 

“Hey, don’t look at me like that! You’ll be great! You didn’t go around doing all that hard work for nothing, yeah? I know you’ll win.”

You turned back to the entrance, gripping Kyute’s pokéball in your hand.

This was it.

One deep breath in. One step forward.

You pushed open the heavy doors and stepped inside.

The moment you entered, the air shifted. A thick, eerie fog curled around your ankles, cool and damp against your skin. The scent of damp earth, old wood, and something faintly medicinal, herbal almost, filled your nose. The dim lighting flickered, casting long shadows along the twisted, vine covered walls.

The interior of the Gym looked more like a swamp, than a traditional battle arena. Murky water pooled in uneven stone basins, reflecting the soft glow of bioluminescent fungi clinging to tree-like structures. Hanging from the gnarled branches were old, tattered banners marked with arcane symbols, and thick, dark vines curled around wooden pillars. Large cauldrons, bubbling with strange, colorful liquids, were scattered throughout the space, their fumes adding to the misty atmosphere.

A soft chime rang out as the doors shut behind you, and a voice drifted through the mist.

“Ah… another challenger enters my domain.”

The voice was smooth, almost playful, but carried an unmistakable weight to it. It echoed slightly, making it hard to tell where it came from. You stiffened, gripping Kyute’s pokéball tighter.

Then, from the mist, a figure emerged.

A young woman, draped in a deep purple robe adorned with silver embroidery, stepped forward. She had long, dark hair that cascaded down her back, a few strands braided with tiny charms shaped like crescent moons and skulls. Her eyes, sharp and knowing, glowed faintly in the dim light. In her hands, she held a long wooden staff, its top carved into a twisted, thorny shape.

You recognized her immediately. She smiled down at you.

“I am Hekate, keeper of Buranil’s Gym.” 

She lifted her staff slightly, and the mist around her swirled. 

“To battle me, you must first navigate my trials. Only those with wit, courage, and resilience may earn the right to battle.”

You frowned, raising an eyebrow. Trials? You weren’t expecting that. Would you even be good at any of them?

As if sensing your hesitation, Hekate tilted her head. 

“Don’t look so nervous. It’s all in good fun.” 

She tapped her staff against the ground, and the fog shifted, revealing three different paths ahead of you. Each one winding through the eerie landscape.

“Choose wisely~ Your trial begins now!”

She said, amusement lacing her voice. She stabbed her staff into the ground and disappeared in a plume of purple smoke.

You coughed briefly, before looking at the paths in front of you. You decided to take the middle road. 

The middle path was shrouded in even thicker mist, twisting ahead like a tunnel of shadowy branches and flickering lights. The ground beneath your feet felt damp but solid, though you noticed small, glowing mushrooms sprouting from the crevices in the stone. 

Each step echoed slightly, making it sound like someone, or something, was following close behind.

You let Kyute out of their pokéball, in case something decided to jump out at you.

Kyute, sensing your unease, let out a small trill and nudged against your leg. You exhaled, steadying yourself. This was just part of the trial. You could handle it.

As you pressed forward, the air grew heavier, filled with a strange, almost intoxicating scent. The mist ahead shifted, swirling in unnatural patterns, before suddenly pulling together into a distinct shape.

A figure materialized. They were a tall, robed person with an elaborate mask, their face completely hidden. Their voice came out smooth and lilting.

“To prove yourself, you must answer this riddle.”

You made an unsure face. A riddle? You didn’t consider yourself to be very good at them, with your tendency to take things literally. But you weren’t hopeless either. Surely, a gym riddle wouldn’t be impossible right?

The masked figure raised a hand, and purple light shimmered between their fingers.

“I have no life, but I can grow. I have no lungs, but I need air. I have no mouth, and yet I drown. What am I?”

Your heart pounded. You ran the words through your head. No life, but it grows. No lungs, but it needs air. No mouth, yet it drowns…

Kyute let out a small chirp, watching you expectantly.

Come on, think.

You clenched your fists. No life, but it grows… That could mean something that spreads. No lungs, but it needs air… so it must consume air in some way. And if it drowns…

Your eyes widened.

Fire. The answer was fire.

You took a steady breath, then met the figure’s hollow gaze.

‘Fire.’

The air around you shifted. For a moment, silence. Then, the masked figure let out a quiet chuckle.

“Well done, challenger.”

With a flick of their wrist, they vanished into the mist, their form dissolving like smoke. The heavy air lightened, and the path ahead cleared slightly.

You let out a slow breath, tension draining from your shoulders. That was just the first trial. There was still more ahead.

Taking a step forward, you braced yourself for whatever came next.

The mist swirled again as you stepped forward, the path twisting deeper into the eerie landscape. Kyute stayed close, their fabric ears twitching as they scanned the surroundings. The dim, flickering lights of the fungi barely illuminated the way, casting strange, moving shadows on the twisted trees.

Then, a new sound echoed through the fog. A soft dripping noise, like water falling into an unseen pool. At first, it was faint, but as you walked, it grew louder, until suddenly, the mist parted to reveal a wide, circular clearing. In the center, a large cauldron sat atop a stone pedestal, its contents bubbling with an eerie green glow. Suspended above it, hanging by vines, was a single wooden ladle, swaying slightly as if waiting for someone to use it.

A voice, soft yet commanding, echoed from the shadows.

“For this trial, you must brew the remedy.”

You turned sharply, but there was no figure this time. Just the voice, drifting through the mist.

Kyute squeaked, tilting their head at the cauldron. You hesitated.

Brew the remedy? How were you supposed to know what that meant?

As if responding to your thoughts, a row of ingredients appeared on a nearby stone table, each one glowing faintly under the dim light. Some were familiar. Berries, herbs, but others were completely foreign, their colors shifting unnaturally, their textures almost… alive.

A small, worn piece of parchment lay beside them. You picked it up carefully, scanning the faded writing.

The cure to poison, a healer’s brew,

One part bitter, one part blue.

A leaf of old, a drop of dew,

Stirred thrice and left to stew.

You exhaled sharply. Okay. This was doable. You just had to think logically.

Bitter… probably something with a strong taste. Blue… maybe an Oran Berry? Leaf of old… some kind of dried herb? And a drop of dew… Well, that one was straightforward.

You carefully selected the ingredients, double checking each one. A small vial of deep blue liquid, definitely the “blue” part. You put that into the cauldron. A pungent, dark green herb made your nose wrinkle. That it had to be the bitter component. You found a curled, brittle leaf among the options and added that too, along with a single drop of clear water from a small glass vial.

Now… stirring. Three times.

You took the wooden ladle, submerged it in the glowing mixture, and slowly stirred, counting each turn. The liquid shifted, its glow pulsing faintly with each motion. After the third stir, you stepped back, holding your breath.

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then, the green glow flickered, faded, and the liquid turned a clear, shimmering silver. The mist around the clearing lifted slightly, and the voice spoke again, a note of approval in its tone.

“You have done well. Proceed.”

The vines holding the ladle unraveled, and the cauldron’s glow dimmed. Another path appeared ahead, winding further into the fog.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

That was two trials down. Just one more to go.

Kyute squeaked, hopping ahead eagerly. You smiled, feeling a little more confident now.

Bracing yourself, you stepped forward into the mist once more.

The mist shifted again as you stepped forward, the world around you dissolving into a surreal haze. The path wound into a narrow corridor lined with towering, twisted trees whose limbs reached overhead like skeletal hands. Soft whispers seemed to emanate from the very air, voices that carried both familiarity and dread.

Kyute padded silently at your side, their eyes alert as if they sensed the weight of the challenge ahead. The corridor opened into a cavernous space, where the floor was polished smooth by the passage of countless challengers that had come before you. In the center stood an ancient, ornate mirror framed by dark vines and etched runes that glowed faintly in the gloom. The mirror’s surface shimmered as if it held a living, restless presence within.

A soft, echoing voice that sounded like Hekate’s, yet layered with something older and deeper, resounded from all around.

“Your final trial awaits, dear challenger. The Mirror of Shadows reveals not your form, but your truth. To claim the right to battle, you must face what lies within you.”

You hesitated at the mirror’s edge, your reflection wavering inside the rippling surface. Instead of your familiar face, you saw flashes of doubt and fear. A montage of moments when you had faltered, of things left unsaid, of friendships held at arm’s length because you couldn’t bring yourself to close the distance. 

The eyes staring back weren’t just your own, but held the ghosts of your insecurities, the weight of expectations. Your own, and the ones you believed others had for you.

“Look deep. Confront the fear that holds you captive. Only then will you truly be free.”

The voice urged gently. 

Kyute let out a reassuring noise, nudging your hand as if to say you were not alone. You drew a deep breath and stepped closer.

The mirror’s surface rippled like disturbed water, and the reflection twisted.

A younger version of you stood in the glass. A child, alone in the ruins of something terrible, struggling to remember what was missing. Then the vision flickered to something else. Your first days with a slightly younger Andy and his mom, feeling out of place, like you were an extra piece forced into their puzzle. Then the image shifted again to the Andy you know now, with Ranjo and Ripple. They were laughing together, and you were there, but just outside their circle, the words you wanted to say caught in your throat.

The reflection’s lips moved, soundless. Then, the scene darkened.

Another figure formed in the mirror. One wreathed in shifting shadows, familiar yet wrong. You, but weighed down by the thoughts you never voiced. You, but with your friends’ backs turned, walking away, growing tired of waiting for you to speak. You, watching them fade into the distance, powerless to call them back.

Your chest tightened.

This was what haunted you. The fear that, no matter how hard you tried, you’d always be apart from them. That the damage done to you had stolen something you could never get back. That you were a burden.

The shadowed version of you in the mirror reached out, as if pulling you in. The whispers grew louder.

You wanted to turn away. It would be easier to run.

But then Kyute squeaked, their warmth pressing against your side. A reminder.

You weren’t alone.

Your hands clenched into fists, and you forced yourself to meet your own gaze.

The fear was real. The doubt was real. But so were the people who stayed by your side, even when you couldn’t speak the words you wanted to say. Even when you felt broken.

You reached out, touching the mirror’s surface.

“I’m still here.” 

You mouthed, the words silent but firm.

The mirror flickered. The shadows wavered. The weight pressing down on your chest lightened, just slightly.

Then, the dark reflection shattered.

The whispers faded. The vision dissolved. And when the glass cleared, you saw only yourself. Not perfect. Not whole. But real.

A soft, approving laughter echoed through the chamber, and as you turned away, the path ahead lit up with a gentle silver glow. The final trial had been passed. Not by strength or skill, but of the heart.

From somewhere deep within the mist, Hekate’s voice returned, warm and inviting.

“Congratulations, challenger. You have faced your inner darkness and emerged triumphant. Now, proceed to claim your destiny.”

The silver glow guided you along a new corridor that led upward, the fog gradually lifting to reveal a grand chamber. In the center of the room, on a raised dais, stood Hekate herself, her smile both mysterious and approving.

Kyute bounced forward beside you, and as you stepped onto the dais, a new feeling settled in your chest. Not certainty. Not yet.

But determination.

The trials had tested your wit, your skill, and your very soul. Now, with every heartbeat echoing in your ears, you prepared for your first ever gym battle.

Hekate extended her hand in invitation.

“Welcome. Let us begin.”

Hekate’s dark eyes gleamed with intrigue as she withdrew a pokéball from the folds of her cloak.

“You’ve come far, challenger, but the path forward is never without its obstacles.”

She said, her voice smooth as flowing ink.

With a flick of her wrist, she released her first Pokémon. The pokéball burst open with a swirl of violet mist, revealing a small, ragged looking Trubbish. It let out a warbling cry, shifting in place as it regarded Kyute with beady eyes.

You swallowed hard, your fingers clenching slightly. This was your first official Gym battle. You only had Kyute by your side, but that had always been enough. You signed a quick command, and Kyute tensed, ready for battle.

Hekate raised a hand. 

“Let the battle begin.”

Trubbish vs. Kyute

“Poison Gas!” 

Hekate commanded without hesitation.

A thick, noxious cloud burst from Trubbish’s body, spreading across the battlefield in an instant. The air shimmered with toxic fumes, but Kyute’s Pecha Scarf fluttered against the creeping poison, shielding them completely.

Kyute squeaked confidently, shaking the scarf slightly as if to taunt the Trubbish.

Hekate’s smile widened. 

“How interesting.”

You wasted no time. You snapped your fingers twice with anticipation. Kyute knew what to do.

‘Shadow Claw!‘

Kyute’s tiny claws extended into sharp, glowing slashes of spectral energy. In a blur, they lunged forward and raked the ghostly claws across Trubbish’s side. The hit landed solidly, and Trubbish let out a distressed noise, its flimsy body quivering from the impact.

Hekate remained unfazed. 

“Toxic Spikes.”

Even as Trubbish staggered, it scattered sharp, glimmering purple spikes across the field. 

You frowned. If you had any other Pokémon, switching in would have poisoned them immediately. But it was just you and Kyute. Hekate’s tactic wouldn’t work.

Kyute tilted their head, as if realizing the same thing.

You made a sharp gesture. 

‘Astonish!‘

Kyute let out a shrill, ghostly shriek before vanishing in a flicker of shadows. Only to reappear right in front of Trubbish. The surprise attack struck true, and Trubbish recoiled, its stubby arms flailing as it wobbled dangerously.

Hekate’s lips curled. 

“Pound.”

Trubbish mustered its strength and swung its entire body forward, slamming into Kyute with unexpected force. Kyute stumbled back slightly but quickly shook off the attack.

You knew you had to finish this before Hekate found an opening. You met Kyute’s gaze, and no words were needed. They understood.

“Shadow Claw, one more time!”

Kyute lunged, claws extending into wicked, ghostly arcs. The attack connected, striking Trubbish head on. The little Poison type quivered before finally slumping forward, defeated.

Hekate recalled her Pokémon, her expression unreadable. 

“You handle your partner well. Let’s see if you can keep up.”

She mused, then tossed her second pokéball, and a Mareanie landed on the field, barbed tentacles twitching in anticipation.

Mareanie vs. Kyute

You braced yourself. Mareanie was looking more resilient than Trubbish, and you guessed that it likely had a more varied moveset as well. You had to be careful.

Hekate wasted no time. 

“Bite.”

Mareanie moved deceptively fast, its sharp teeth glowing dark, before it lunged at Kyute. Kyute barely dodged in time, but the attack grazed them, making them stagger slightly.

You exhaled, steadying your focus.

‘Shadow Claw!‘

Kyute swiped at Mareanie with another spectral slash, but this time, the water and poison type endured the hit better than Trubbish had. It hissed, shaking off the blow.

Hekate raised a hand. 

“Venoshock.”

Mareanie’s tentacles trembled before releasing a wave of toxic energy, crackling as it surged toward Kyute. It hurt, but not nearly as badly, thanks to Kyute’s scarf having protected it from becoming poisoned earlier.

Hekate’s eyes narrowed slightly. 

“Hmph.”

You seized the opportunity. 

“Shadow Claw, again!”

Kyute lunged once more, striking with spectral energy. Mareanie reeled from the impact, its movements sluggish. It was weakening.

Hekate considered for only a second before giving her next command. 

“Peck.”

Mareanie’s tentacles wriggled before it struck Kyute with a sharp jab, making them flinch slightly. But you could tell the attack was getting desperate.

You signaled towards Kyute. 

‘Finish it!’

With one last Shadow Claw, Kyute struck hard. Mareanie trembled before slumping forward, unable to continue.

Hekate withdrew her Pokémon, but instead of looking disappointed, she chuckled. 

“Clever. But let’s see how you handle the shadows.”

She tossed her final pokéball, and with a burst of swirling mist, a Gastly hovered onto the battlefield, its eerie grin widening as its gaseous body pulsed with ghostly energy.

Gastly vs. Kyute

Your heart pounded. This was the final stretch.

Hekate’s smile was knowing. 

“Hypnosis.”

Gastly’s eyes glowed an ominous red, and Kyute stiffened. You clenched your fists as Kyute’s body wavered, drowsiness settling in. They struggled to resist, but it was too late. Kyute fell into a deep sleep.

Hekate’s voice was smooth as silk. 

“Payback.”

Gastly’s form flickered before it lunged at Kyute, its attack strengthened by the fact that it had moved second. The hit landed hard, sending Kyute skidding back.

You felt frustration well up in your chest. You had no way to wake Kyute up instantly, and if Gastly kept hitting them like this…

But then Kyute stirred. 

Their disguise fluttered weakly, but their hands clenched. You realized then that Kyute had copied Payback through Copycat.

The second Kyute’s eyes snapped open, they moved, striking Gastly with its own dark energy. The attack hit like a shadowed blade, and Gastly let out a distorted shriek before wavering.

Hekate’s smile faltered. 

“Confuse Ray.”

Gastly’s body pulsed with a golden light, and Kyute shuddered as the confusing energy wrapped around them. Their movements became erratic, unsteady.

You exhaled sharply. 

‘Kyute…’

You signed slowly with a soft expression.

Kyute’s tiny form trembled. But then, they looked at you. You gave them a single nod. They knew what to do.

Kyute steadied themselves. Their claws glowed with eerie light. They lunged.

And the Shadow Claw struck!

Gastly let out a distorted wail before its form dissipated, before being returned to their pokeball in defeat.

Silence then echoed throughout the arena.

Hekate let out a low, amused chuckle, breaking the silence.

“Well, well.”

The battle was over. You had won!

Hekate extended her hand. 

“You have passed your trial, challenger.”

Your fingers curled slightly before you forced yourself to reach forward.

Your first Gym Badge was waiting.

Your fingers brushed against the cold metal of the badge as Hekate placed it in your palm. The design shimmered faintly in the dim light, a deep violet inlaid with swirling silver patterns. It felt solid. Real. Proof that you had done this. That you had won.

Kyute let out an excited squeak, bouncing in place before rushing to your side, nuzzling against you in pure joy. Their tiny hands clutched at your sleeve as if to say, “We did it!”.

Hekate regarded the two of you with her ever mysterious smile.

“You battle with resolve. A trainer’s strength is not only in the power of their Pokémon but in their understanding of themselves and their partner.” 

She mused, her voice carrying a quiet warmth. She reached into the folds of her cloak once more and withdrew a small, sleek case. 

“And as proof of your victory, take this as well.”

She handed you a TM. The label gleamed with its name. Venoshock.

You turned it over in your hands. Kyute tilted their head at it before looking up at you curiously. They couldn’t learn the move, but that didn’t matter. You would keep it. A reminder of this battle. Of your first step forward.

‘Thank you.’

You signed after a moment, your hands moving slowly but surely.

Hekate’s dark eyes flickered with amusement, as if she understood without needing a translation. 

“No, challenger, thank you!”

She said, folding her hands together. With the badge and TM safely tucked away, you turned to Kyute, who was still practically vibrating with excitement. They grabbed your hand in their tiny ones, squeezing tight.

You could feel it too. That swelling feeling in your chest, filled with not just relief, but something warmer. Pride.

As you stepped out of the misty gym and into the cool evening air, Kyute let out a little squeak and tugged at your sleeve. You turned, watching as they pointed towards a nearby bench under the glow of a streetlamp. They wanted to sit and celebrate. Just the two of you.

So you did.

You pulled out a small snack from your bag, offering Kyute a piece, which they happily accepted. The quiet hum of the city night surrounded you, but it wasn’t an empty silence. It was peaceful. Comfortable.

Kyute leaned against you, their tiny body warm. You let out a slow breath, feeling the weight of the battle ease from your shoulders.

You had done it.

Your first Gym Badge. The Brew Badge!

Your first real victory.

And for the first time in a long time, you allowed yourself to feel proud of your accomplishments.

For a while, you and Kyute simply sat there, letting the moment settle. The city’s usual bustle felt distant, muffled by the quiet of the streetlamp’s glow. Kyute nibbled contentedly on their snack, occasionally looking up at you with bright, happy eyes.

You reached down, brushing a gentle hand over the top of their disguise. They let out a pleased hum, leaning into your touch.

’You were amazing.’

Kyute watched you sign, before squeaking in response, their little hands squeezing yours again.

After a while, the cool night air made you realize just how long you’d been sitting there. You exhaled, giving Kyute a final pat before standing up.

‘Let’s go back.‘

Kyute nodded enthusiastically, bouncing to their feet and following close as you made your way toward the Pokémon Center.

When you stepped inside, warmth immediately washed over you, contrasting against the night’s chill. The familiar sight of the lobby greeted you, and before you could even take another step, voices called out.

“There you are!”

Andy, Ripple, and Ranjo were gathered near the seating area, and the moment they spotted you, Ripple shot up, grinning. 

“We were wondering when you’d get back! How’d it go?”

Kyute puffed up with excitement, proudly hopping onto the table and dramatically posing as if to say, “We won!”.

Andy snorted. 

“I think that means it went well.”

You nodded, pulling out the Brew Badge and holding it up for them to see.

Ranjo let out a low whistle. 

“Nice! First badge down.”

Ripple nudged your arm playfully. 

“And you had us worried you’d struggle. Pfft. You crushed it, didn’t you?”

You rubbed the back of your neck, feeling a little flustered by their praise, but you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips.

“Anyway, we were waiting for you because we found this awesome clothing store earlier, and we have to check it out together tomorrow.”

Andy said, leaning forward with an eager glint in his eye.

Ripple nodded. 

“Yeah! It’s got some super cool stuff. Ranjo and I saw this jacket that we swear would look amazing on you.”

Ranjo smirked. 

“It had that brooding, mysterious look. Very you.”

You raised an eyebrow, unsure how to respond, but Andy grinned. 

“C’mon, it’ll be fun! You can’t say no.”

You sighed, but it wasn’t an annoyed sigh. More amused than anything.

Kyute looked up at you expectantly, as if they also wanted to see what all the excitement was about.

’…Alright.’

You signed after a moment.

Ripple fist pumped, having understood your body language meant you were in agreement to going. 

“Yes! Shopping trip is on!”

With that settled, the conversation turned to their own experiences in Buranil City, talking about the food they tried and some of the strange street performers they saw. The energy was light, and you let yourself simply listen, content in their presence.

Eventually, the late hour caught up with you all, and one by one, you headed off to your rooms for the night.

As you lay in bed, Kyute curled up beside you, while you found yourself staring at the badge again.

Your journey really was just starting.

And tomorrow, you’d take another step forward.

Chapter Text

The morning light filtered softly through the curtains as you stirred awake. The faint sounds of the city outside mixed with the rhythmic breathing of Kyute, still curled up beside you. For a moment, you stayed still, enjoying the quiet.

Then there was a knock at the door.

“Hey, you up yet?” 

Ripple’s voice carried through, sounding far too awake for this hour. She must’ve gotten up with the others, while you had still been asleep.

You sighed, stretching slightly before gently nudging Kyute. They let out a small squeak, blinking groggily before clambering up onto your chest. You gave them a light scratch behind their disguise before finally getting up.

After getting dressed, you stepped outside to find Ripple grinning, already dressed and ready to go. Andy and Ranjo were waiting further down the hall, looking equally eager.

“Finally! Let’s go, fashion man.” 

Ranjo teased, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Andy nodded enthusiastically. 

“Yeah, we’ve got a whole plan! We grab breakfast, then hit the store before it gets too busy.”

Ripple practically bounced on their heels. 

“Oh, and we should definitely pick out something for Kyute, too!”

At the mention of their name, Kyute perked up, tilting their head as if considering the idea.

You just exhaled, shaking your head with a small, amused smile. They were already this excited? You were barely awake.

You were not a morning person. More of a night owl.

As the group made their way out of the Pokémon Center, the streets of Buranil City were already alive with morning energy. The scents of fresh pastries and roasted coffee filled the air as vendors prepared their stalls. Somewhere nearby, a street musician played a cheerful tune, the melody weaving into the chatter of passersby.

“Alright, first stop is food!” 

Andy declared, steering the group toward a café he had apparently scouted the day before.

The café was small but inviting, with wooden furniture and an open window where the smell of baked goods wafted out. The moment you stepped inside, a wave of warmth greeted you. A few other trainers were scattered throughout, some chatting over steaming drinks, others quietly planning their routes with maps spread across tables.

After ordering, you found a spot near the window, watching as Kyute carefully nibbled on a berry pastry, their eyes sparkling with delight. Ripple was in the middle of dramatically hyping up the clothing store, describing the different outfits they saw yesterday.

“You just have to try the jacket on. Trust me. You’d look perfect in it!” 

She said between bites of her food.

Andy nodded eagerly. 

“And if you don’t like that one, we’ll find something else.”

Ripple grinned. 

“Yeah, you need a signature look. Something that says, ‘Yeah, I totally just crushed my first Gym Challenge and will absolutely keep wrecking anyone who doubts me.’”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t hide the slight chuckle that slipped out. They were ridiculous, but it was hard not to appreciate the energy.

Ranjo smiled calmly, as he enjoyed breakfast.

“I found the jacket first, and it reminded me of you the moment I saw it. My intuition is rarely wrong, so I’m sure you’re gonna like what we picked out.”

Maybe. You’re a dark color kind of guy, so unless it’s black or purple, you might not wear it.

It’s not that you wanted to look edgy or anything. You actually like looking cute. It’s just that bright colors are hard on your eyes.

Also, you are very particular about fabric. It has to be soft or at least comfy to wear.

Once breakfast was finished, the group made their way deeper into the shopping district, where the clothing store awaited.

The moment you stepped inside, you were met with a variety of styles. Sleek jackets, bold streetwear, comfortable travel gear. The store was well organized, but packed with options, each section calling out with its own aesthetic.

Ripple clapped their hands together. 

“Alright! Mission, Outfit Upgrade is a go!”

Andy was already sifting through a rack of jackets, while Ranjo leaned casually against a display, watching with interest. Kyute, meanwhile, had wandered toward a section filled with small accessories, tilting their head at a selection of tiny scarves.

You exhaled, rubbing your temple as your friends practically cornered you with options.

This was going to be a long shopping trip.

You hoped you didn’t annoy them too bad, with your sensitivity issues. You always felt like you made clothes shopping hell on earth, for Andy’s mom that way.

You rubbed the back of your neck, feeling a familiar sense of unease creep in. Shopping for clothes had never been easy for you. Too many textures, too many bright colors, too many things that just felt wrong. You didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, but you also didn’t want to end up wearing something that made your skin crawl.

Still, your friends were excited, and they did go out of their way to find something they thought you’d like. You could at least try.

’Show me this amazing jacket already.’

You signed towards Andy, before running a hand through your hair. 

Andy whispered a translation to Ripple. Then Ripple’s grin widened as she grabbed your wrist and practically dragged you toward a display. 

“Feast your eyes!” 

She declared, dramatically motioning toward a sleek black jacket with deep purple accents.

You paused.

Okay. You had to admit, it did look nice. 

The dark colors were easy on your eyes, and it had a simple, but stylish design. You reached out to run your fingers over the fabric, half expecting it to be stiff or rough, but to your surprise, it was… soft? Smooth, with just enough weight to feel comforting.

Ranjo grinned a bit smugly, arms crossed. 

“Told you. My intuition is rarely wrong.”

Andy nodded eagerly. 

“Try it on!”

You hesitated for a split second, before slipping it off the rack and pulling it on. The fit was surprisingly good. It’s not too tight, not too loose. The inside lining was soft, and the weight of it felt grounding rather than suffocating.

Ripple stepped back, examining you with a critical eye before giving a firm nod of approval. 

“Yep. That’s the one!”

Andy beamed. 

“You look so cool! Mysterious, but also approachable!”

Do you wanna be approached though?

You huffed, shaking your head, with a fond exasperation at them all.

‘It’s… nice.’ 

You admitted, rolling your shoulders to test the fit.

Ranjo looked satisfied. 

“Good. Because if you said you didn’t like it, I was prepared to call you a liar.”

You giggled softly, but before you could do anything else, a tiny squeak drew your attention. Kyute had wandered back over, proudly holding up a small black scarf with little purple stars and galaxies. They chirped excitedly, waving it at you.

Ripple gasped. 

“Kyute, that’s perfect for you!”

Andy clapped his hands together. 

“Matching outfits! You have to get it!”

You can hear your wallet dying.

You looked down at Kyute, who was practically vibrating with excitement, and let out a soft sigh. 

‘You really want it?‘

Kyute nodded furiously, eyes shining.

You glanced at the scarf, then at your own jacket. Okay… you had to admit, it was kind of cute.

‘…Alright.’  

You signed, and Kyute let out a happy squeak, immediately snuggling the scarf.

Ripple pumped a fist in the air. 

“Mission, Outfit Upgrade complete!”

With that settled, the group made their way to the checkout, after getting new outfits for themselves as well. You found yourself feeling lighter than expected. But maybe that’s just because you’re running out of cash.

Honestly, shopping wasn’t so bad, at least, not when the stores had clothes that suited your complicated needs. You’re surprised Ranjo knew what you liked so easily. Was he really that good at guessing, or did something else clue him in?

For some reason, you just didn’t buy him having good intuition, but you honestly don’t wanna make a scene and ask about it. It benefitted you this time, and you don’t ever question a good thing.

The group stepped out of the store, the warm midday sun casting a glow over the bustling streets of Buranil City. The new jacket sat comfortably on your shoulders, and Kyute adjusted their scarf with a satisfied squeak. Andy was still gushing about the shopping trip, Ripple animatedly describing her own outfit choice, while Ranjo walked with his usual calm stride.

Then, suddenly-

“…Tch. This whole mess should’ve been handled already. If the media catches wind of it…”

The voice wasn’t spoken. It wasn’t heard. It echoed inside your head.

Your steps faltered. Your vision blurred for a second, a cold sensation crawling down your spine. These weren’t your thoughts. Someone else’s mind had bled into yours.

You turned sharply, scanning the crowd. And that’s when you saw them. Two figures dressed in dark, inconspicuous clothing, slipping into a large corporate building across the street. The way they moved was careful, practiced. With how suspicious they were acting, you could guess who they might be.

Team Sorrow.

Your breath hitched.

‘Hey.’ 

You caught the group’s attention with a sharp gesture.

 ‘Suspicious people. Over there.’

Andy followed your gaze. 

“Huh… yeah, they look real shady.”

Ripple’s eyes narrowed. 

“You think it’s Team Sorrow?”

‘Only one way to find out.’

Ranjo didn’t hesitate, his expression becoming more serious as he straightened his hat. 

“Then let’s go.”

The four of you moved swiftly, slipping through the crowd and towards the building. It was a tall, modern structure, the kind of place that oozed corporate money. 

A sign by the entrance read: Veloce Dynamics - Innovating Tomorrow.

You exchanged glances with the group, before stepping inside.

The lobby was sleek, sterile, filled with the quiet hum of business. Receptionists were typing away, employees in suits moving about with purpose. Nothing about it screamed “evil organization,” but you weren’t fooled.

The two shady men were gone, but the only place they could’ve gone was deeper inside.

“Alright, we need to be smart about this. No getting caught.”

Andy whispered.

Ripple grinned. 

“Stealth mission? I love stealth missions!”

Have you ever been on a stealth mission?

Ranjo rolled his eyes but was already scanning for the best path forward. You kept your focus sharp, trying to catch any lingering thoughts again.

As the group carefully maneuvered through the halls, it became clear this wasn’t some small time operation. The building had restricted areas, security guards, locked doors. But through a stroke of luck, or rather, a stroke of Ripple distracting an unsuspecting employee with pointless questions, you managed to slip past a key checkpoint.

And then you found it.

A large room, filled with reports, blueprints, and a screen displaying river contamination levels. And standing in the middle of it all was not a group of Team Sorrow grunts.

It was a sharply dressed man, someone clearly important. A businessman, not a criminal. Yet, his voice matched the one that had echoed in your head earlier.

He was arguing with another employee, his tone low but urgent.

“This cannot get out. We’ve already had three reports of Pokémon fleeing their habitats. If the League gets involved, we’re finished.”

Your heart slammed in your chest. The water. The wild Pokémon. The sickness you, Andy, and Ripple suffered from on your way to the city.

It wasn’t bad luck.

It was this place.

Andy’s fists clenched. 

“They knew about this and still let it happen?” 

His voice was low, controlled, but you could see the anger simmering beneath the surface.

Ripple’s eyes flicked to the reports, then back to the screen displaying the river’s contamination levels. 

“We need to tell someone. Now.”

Ranjo nodded. 

“Hekate.”

You turned toward him. 

‘The Gym Leader?’

He gave a sharp nod. 

“She’s not just a Gym Leader. She’s one of the strongest voices in the city. If anyone’s gonna do something about this, it’s her.”

It was a solid plan. You weren’t about to let some corporation sweep this under the rug. Keeping quiet would mean more Pokémon getting sick, more people suffering.

But before you could move, a loud DING rang through the building, signaling the elevator’s arrival. The group barely had time to duck out of sight before the doors slid open, revealing a pair of security guards stepping out.

You swallowed. Time to go.

Moving quickly but quietly, the group retraced their steps, slipping back through the halls until you were finally outside again. The fresh air hit like a relief, but you had no time to slow down.

“Okay, where’s the Gym-”

Andy’s words cut off. Because standing right in front of the building, arms crossed and eyes sharp with purpose, was Hekate herself.

The Poison type Gym Leader wasn’t hard to recognize, even with her witchy persona removed. Seems she was getting serious. Her dark, asymmetrical jacket flowed like a cloak, and the piercings along her ears glinted under the daylight. Her deep purple lipstick contrasted her sharp, unimpressed expression. And judging by the way she was sizing up the corporate tower in front of her…

She already knew.

“Well, well. Looks like I’m not the only one interested in busting some corrupt suits today.”

She said, tilting her head.

Ripple gaped. 

“Wait, you already knew?”

Hekate snorted. 

“This city talks, kid. And I listen.” 

She glanced at the four of you, eyes narrowing slightly. 

“What did you find in there?”

You wasted no time signing your response, Ranjo translating quickly. Hekate listened intently, her gaze darkening as you explained everything. About the contamination, the fleeing Pokémon, the sickness.

By the time you finished, she cracked her knuckles. 

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.” 

She turned toward the building. 

“I was already planning on raising hell, but now? Now I really have a reason.”

Andy stepped forward. 

“Then we’re helping.”

Ripple nodded. 

“No way we’re letting them get away with this.”

Ranjo simply adjusted his hat. 

“Count me in.”

Hekate smirked. 

“I like your spunk, little ones.” 

She pulled a pokéball from her belt, twirling it between her fingers. 

“The witching hour begins now!”

The moment Hekate stepped through the doors of Veloce Dynamics, the air in the building seemed to shift. The cool, calculated atmosphere of corporate efficiency was met with something much heavier. Something venomous. Employees stopped in their tracks, whispering in hushed tones as the Gym Leader strode forward with purpose, her presence demanding attention.

Your group followed close behind as she pushed past startled receptionists, ignoring their frantic attempts to stop her. The security guards who had arrived earlier stiffened at the sight of her, uncertainty flickering in their eyes.

“Hekate…?” 

One of them hesitated.

She didn’t even slow down. 

“Move.”

They didn’t dare challenge her.

By the time she stormed into the executive office, the corporate boss was already on his feet. The man was middle aged, and sharply dressed, his graying hair neatly combed back. His ID badge read Maurice Langley, CEO. He straightened his tie, clearly trying to maintain an air of authority, but you could see the nervous twitch in his jaw.

“Gym Leader Hekate.” 

Langley said, his voice smooth but tense. 

“I wasn’t expecting-”

“Cut the act.” 

Hekate’s voice sliced through the room like a blade. 

“I know exactly what’s going on here. The river contamination? The sick Pokémon? The wild ones fleeing? All because of your screw ups.”

Langley’s eyes darted toward the reports scattered on his desk, the same ones you had seen earlier. He quickly composed himself, smoothing out his suit. 

“Now, I understand there have been some… complications, but I assure you, we’re handling it.”

Hekate scoffed. 

“Oh, you’re handling it, huh? That's why you were trying to cover it up?”

Langley’s lip twitched. 

“You have no proof of that.”

Ripple slammed a hand down on his desk. 

“Nuh uh! We literally saw the reports!”

Andy crossed his arms. 

“People have gotten sick because of you. WE got sick!”

Langley let out a long breath through his nose. 

“Listen, this is a delicate situation. There’s no need for dramatics.”

Hekate grinned. It wasn’t a friendly grin. 

“Oh, I love dramatics.”

She pulled out a pokéball and tossed it into the air.

THWOMP!

A massive Garbodor landed in front of her with a heavy slam, the ground trembling slightly beneath its weight. The stench of industrial waste and decay filled the room instantly. 

Langley took an instinctive step back.

“What the-?!”

Hekate rolled her shoulders. 

“Here’s how this is gonna go, Langley. You battle me. Right here, right now. If you win? I might consider playing nice.” 

Her smirk then vanished. 

“If you lose, you’re paying every single fine I can throw at you, and you’re fixing this mess before I personally shut this place down.”

Langley straightened, adjusting his tie again. For a moment, you could see the internal war in his head. Then, reluctantly, he reached for a pokéball.

“Fine, but don’t expect me to go easy.”

He muttered. 

The office was not meant to be a battlefield, but that didn’t stop the fight from beginning.

Langley’s first Pokémon, a Durant, shot forward with Iron Head, aiming straight for Garbodor. Hekate didn’t even flinch.

“Body Press.”

With surprising speed, Garbodor smashed its full weight down on Durant, pinning it instantly. The bug let out a metallic screech before fainting on the spot.

Langley gritted his teeth and sent out his next Pokémon, Weavile. It darted forward with Night Slash, striking Garbodor across the face.

But Hekate was unfazed. 

“Toxic Spikes.”

With a heavy huff, Garbodor scattered layers of venomous barbs across the field. You could see Langley tense at that, knowing his next Pokémon would be poisoned the moment they entered.

“Weavile, Ice Punch!”

The attack landed clean, but it wasn’t enough to bring Garbodor down.

“Drain Punch.”

POW!

With one devastating blow, Weavile was sent flying into the office wall. It hit the ground and didn’t get back up.

Langley was sweating now. 

“Tch…”

He sent out his third Pokémon, a Crobat. It flinched as soon as it hit the field, poisoned by the Toxic Spikes.

Hekate finally recalled Garbodor and swapped in Toxapex. The toxic sea creature clicked its spiny limbs together menacingly.

“Baneful Bunker.”

The moment Crobat tried to strike, it recoiled, the poison worsening.

Langley was running out of options.

“Air Slash!”

Hekate sighed. 

“Scald.”

A jet of boiling water blasted into Crobat, sending it crashing onto Langley’s desk. It didn’t get back up.

Langley paled. He only had one Pokémon left.

With a frustrated growl, he sent out his ace, a Magnezone.

Hekate smiled. 

“Oh, you poor thing.” 

She pulled out her last pokéball, swapping Toxapex out.

“Let’s finish this, Gengar.”

A shadowy mist spread through the office as Gengar emerged, its wide grin gleaming under the dim lights. It cackled, eager for a fight.

Langley’s voice wavered. 

“Thunderbolt!”

The electricity crackled through the air, only for Gengar to vanish at the last second.

“Curse.”

You shivered. Gengar’s own body twisted and shuddered as it sacrificed its own health, laying a terrifying hex on Magnezone.

Langley took a step back. 

“…No.”

Hekate crossed her arms. 

“Shadow Ball.”

A dark sphere of ghostly energy slammed into Magnezone, and between that and Curse, the steel type couldn’t hold on.

It fell.

The battle was over.

Langley was defeated.

He stared at his unconscious Pokémon, then at Hekate. His mouth opened, but no words came out.

Hekate exhaled, rolling her shoulders. 

“Whew. That was fun.” 

Then her expression hardened.

“Now, here’s what’s gonna happen. You are paying for this. Every fine, every cleanup effort, everything.”

Langley clenched his jaw. 

“You can’t just-”

“Oh, I can. And if you don’t get this mess cleaned up fast, I will make sure this entire business gets shut down permanently.”

Hekate said smoothly. Langley’s face twisted in fury, but he couldn’t argue. Hekate turned on her heel.

“See you soon, Langley. You’d better pray I don’t have to come back.”

As she walked out, your group followed, hearts still pounding from the intensity of the battle.

Ranjo grinned nervously up at Hekate. 

“Remind me to never piss you off.”

Hekate smirked. 

“Smart choice, kid.”

But as you stepped back outside into the fresh air, you knew this wasn’t the last problem you’d face. That CEO might have lost today, but you had a feeling this wasn’t the last time you’d be dealing with someone like him in the world.

Especially if you were to find the actual Team Sorrow.

Just as the tension of the battle began to settle, a sharp ring broke through the night air.

You instinctively flinch, the noise grating against your senses. Your hand fumbled at your belt. before you finally pulled out your Pokégear, the screen flashing with an incoming call. You blinked in surprise at the name displayed. It was Andy’s Mom.

Andy’s gaze flicked to the device, his brow furrowing. 

“Mom?”

You hesitated for only a second before pressing accept.

A familiar, lively voice burst through the speaker. 

“Yo, yo, yo! Ivory, my main dude! You pickin’ up this righteous transmission?”

Ripple blinked. 

“Professor Pine?”

“Bingo, my dudette! And not just me! Got the lovely Ithra here too. Say hi, bird queen!”

A more composed voice followed, one carrying a hint of amusement. 

“Hello, kids. I assume you’re all still in Buranil City?”

Andy frowned. 

“Yeah, what’s going on?”

Pine’s voice came back in full force. 

“Listen, listen! I got somethin’ big, somethin’ majorly mondo to show ya! But it’s hush hush, top secret vibes, you dig? I can’t spill the beans over the line. Too many ears in the wire, man.”

Ranjo exchanged glances with the rest of the group. 

“You want us to come back to Acorn Town?”

“Ding ding ding! We have a winner! Pack up your backpacks and hitch a ride, ‘cause this ain’t just some nerdy lab talk, this is important, like, history book kinda important. And I need your help!”

You raised your eyebrows slightly. Pine was always eccentric, but something in his tone was serious underneath all the slang. You signed a quick question.

Andy translated.

“How urgent is this?”

Andy’s mom’s voice returned, softer but firm. 

“The sooner, the better. We don’t want to risk losing this opportunity.”

Andy straightened. 

“We’ll head out once we’ve all finished getting our first gym badge, and then we’ll be there as soon as we can.”

“Righteous! I’ll have the lab all prepped and vibin’ for your grand arrival. Safe travels, my little trailblazers!”

The call cut off with a chime, leaving the group standing in the dim glow of the city lights.

Ripple crossed her arms. 

“Well. That was… something.”

Ranjo chuckled. 

“Yeah. Sounds like the Professor, alright.”

Andy exhaled, shoving his hands into his pockets. 

“If Mom’s involved, then it’s gotta be important. We should get some rest and book a ride back to Acorn Town as soon as possible.”

You nodded in agreement.

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{{Mucoso’s POV}}

You weren't exactly thrilled about grocery duty, but it was easier than dealing with Ranjo’s weird food combinations whenever he was back home. Besides, a trip to Seasb Town’s market wasn’t so bad. The air smelled like fresh fruit, and the people were chatty, but not too annoying.

Well. Most people.

“HOOOOOW MANY MORE TOURNAMENTS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-”

You nearly dropped your bag of vegetables as a scream echoed through the street. Your gaze snapped toward the source. A young woman slumped dramatically over a café table, head buried in her arms. The few people around her seemed unbothered, like this wasn’t the first time she’d done this.

“…Okay.”

You considered walking away. This wasn’t your problem.

But then she groaned, lifting her head just enough for you to hear her mutter.

“So many ribbons… so many contest entries… why is it never ending?”

You raised an eyebrow. 

Ribbons? What was she talking about?

Before you knew it, you were standing by her table. 

“Hey. What the hell is a Pokémon contest?”

The woman startled, blinking up at you. 

“Huh?”

You crossed your arms. 

“I thought gym battles were already contests to see who’s stronger. What’s all this about tournaments?”

She stared at you for a second, then sighed, sitting up properly. 

“Right. You wouldn’t know.” 

The hell is that supposed to mean?

She adjusted her coat, brushing some stray crumbs from her sleeves. 

“Contests are… well, they’re competitions where judges score Pokémon on specific traits.”

“Traits?”

“Yeah. Like how flashy they are. Or how cute. Or how ‘cool’ they look.” 

She made air quotes. 

“It’s all about presentation. Some species naturally fit certain categories, but a lot of it comes down to grooming and stage presence.”

You squinted. 

“Huh… so it’s more like a pageant. Almost.”

She paused, considering it. 

“I guess you could put it that way.”

You gave a slow nod. 

“And… these contests are just everywhere?”

“In certain jurisdictions, yeah.”

“Uh huh...” 

You looked from side to side, making sure no one else was listening, then leaned in slightly. 

“…How would one sign up for one… Asking for a friend.”

The woman visibly lagged, blinking twice as she processed his words. Then a slow, knowing smile spread across her face.

“Ahhh.”

You felt your ears burning. 

“What?”

She chuckled, resting her chin in her hand. 

“They usually just let you in, but the more professional way is to call ahead and schedule yourself for a Contest.”

A beat passed, before she corrected herself.

“Sorry- Your friend for the Contest.”

You huffed, pretending to focus on adjusting the bag in your arms. 

“Right. Good to know.”

The woman smiled, sitting back. 

“Name’s Pendulyn, by the way. Galarian native. Used to do pro battling, but I came here to see how Contests are run in Galassia.”

“Galar, huh?” 

You looked her up and down, noticing how she held herself. Poised, yet oddly dramatic. Even having done a brief salute, as she greeted herself.

“Is that why you did that weird salute thing earlier?”

Pendulyn flushed slightly, hand twitching toward her chest like she was about to do it again. 

“It’s not weird, it’s just- oh, never mind. Do you have a name, or are we just going to call you my mysterious Contest informant now?”

“…Mucoso.”

Pendulyn tilted her head, rolling the name around in her head before frowning slightly.

“Mucoso, huh?”

You felt your jaw tighten. You hated that name. You didn’t even know why you said it so naturally. It had just come out.

Pendulyn must’ve noticed something in your expression because she leaned forward, resting her arms on the café table.

“You don’t seem too happy about that.”

You shrugged, playing it off. 

No need to give a stranger ammunition against you. Just act like you don’t care.

“Not much to be happy about.”

Pendulyn didn’t immediately respond. Instead, she studied you, gaze flicking over your worn out poncho, your equally worn hat, your tired expression, the way you shifted like you wanted to leave, but didn’t. Then, all of a sudden, she snapped her fingers.

“Billy.”

You blinked. 

“Huh?”

“I’m calling you Billy. You remind me of my uncle. His name was Billy.”

She grinned. 

You stared at her, waiting for her to drop the joke. When she didn’t, you just sighed, adjusting your bag.

“…Do whatever you want.”

Pendulyn clapped her hands together. 

“Great! Billy it is.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue. What did it matter, anyway? It wasn’t like names meant much. If she wanted to call you Billy, fine. You didn’t care.

Better than Mucoso. She doesn’t even know what that name means.

She leaned back in her chair, still looking far too pleased with herself. 

“Y’know, Billy, if your friend wants to try a Contest, there’s actually a place here in Seasb Town that does auditions.”

That made you pause. 

“Auditions?”

Pendulyn nodded. 

“Yeah, it’s like a screening process. Not every Contest does them, but some of the bigger ones do. They check if your Pokémon has the right traits for a certain category, and if you pass, you get a spot in the actual event.”

You mulled that over.

“Huh. And they do that here?”

“Yep. A little community center near the town square. I was actually gonna check it out later, see how they run things here compared to other regions.” 

She tilted her head at you. 

“You could tag along. For your friend, of course.”

You scoffed. 

“Right.”

But the idea stuck with you. If there really was an audition here, it wouldn’t hurt to see what it was about. 

Not that you cared. Obviously.

Being curious, and actually wanting to do it, are two different things.

Pendulyn grinned, like she could see you considering it. 

“So? What do you say, Billy?”

You exhaled through your nose, adjusting your grip on the grocery bag.

“…I’ll think about it.”

That was all she needed. 

“Great! Meet me there after you finish your errands.”

You walked off before she could say anything else, pretending you weren’t actually thinking about going.

It could be some kind of trap anyway. Just another way people get to laugh at you. It doesn’t matter where you go. You could be in a new region for all it mattered, and the world would still mock you, for being other.

Yet, she did SEEM genuine enough. 

Besides, nothing can hurt you now. You’re already expecting the worst. If you expect it, then it won’t get to you. All you gotta do now, is see it through.

Mirage Orchard wasn’t far, but the walk home still felt long. You shifted the grocery bag in your arms as the familiar scent of citrus trees filled the air. The orchard was quiet today, the usual rustling of leaves and distant Pokémon cries providing the only background noise.

The house came into view. A simple, cozy place nestled between the trees, with patches of herbs and flowers growing along the front. You spotted Ponderosa first, sitting on the porch with a basket of freshly picked fruit. She perked up when she saw you.

“Mucoso! Oh, you got everything?” 

She asked, already moving to take the bag from you.

You nodded, handing it over. 

“Yeah.”

Tilia, who had been leaning against the doorway smoking, glanced over. She exhaled a slow puff of smoke. 

“Took you long enough.”

“Market was busy.” 

You muttered, rubbing the back of your neck. That wasn’t a lie, but it also wasn’t why you took longer than usual.

Ponderosa smiled as she began unpacking the groceries, humming to herself. 

“Thank you for going, sweetie. Now we won’t have to suffer through Ranjo’s ‘creative’ cooking when he gets back.”

That got a snort out of you. 

“Yeah, don’t remind me.”

Ranjo should honestly stick to baking. At least that he never screws up.

…

Wait, what does she mean by ‘gets back’? Wasn’t he out exploring the world or whatever?

Before you could question it out loud though, Tilia flicked ash from her cigarette. 

“And where are you off to now?”

You hesitated, remembering the whole contest conversation from earlier. 

“Just… need to do something real quick.”

Ponderosa glanced up from the groceries, tilting her head. 

“You just got back, honey. Everything okay?”

“Yeah. It’s nothing big. Just something in town.”

You said quickly.

Tilia raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical, but she didn’t pry. 

“Hmph. Whatever.”

Ponderosa, on the other hand, gave you a warm smile.

 “Alright, just don’t be out too late, okay?”

You nodded, already turning back toward the road.

As you walked away, you could still hear Tilia’s dry voice behind you.

“Bet he’s got a secret girlfriend.”

You rolled your eyes.

Yeah. Sure. A girlfriend.

You don’t even have A friend. No human ones anyway. And you don’t want any either. Humans are weird and annoying. 

Just off to see an overly dramatic contest trainer who called you Billy for some reason. 

And she’s old enough to babysit you, so Mo- Tilia can shove it.

You kept walking.

The walk back into Seasb Town felt shorter this time, but maybe that was just because your mind was too busy to notice. You weren’t sure why you were actually going through with this. It wasn’t like you cared about contests. You didn’t even know if you wanted to do one.

And yet…

Something about Pendulyn’s confidence had stuck with you. The way she just decided you were Billy now, like it was as simple as flipping a switch. Like names didn’t have to mean anything. Like you could just be someone else, if you wanted.

Being someone else… The idea was very appealing to you.

You shook the thought off, as you reached town. The market had thinned out by now, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows over the cobblestone streets. You scanned the square until you spotted Pendulyn standing near a small community center, arms crossed, foot tapping rhythmically.

She brightened when she saw you.

“Billy! You actually showed up!”

You frowned, stuffing your hands into your poncho pockets. 

“Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

She smirked. 

“Too late.”

Before you could come up with a response, she motioned toward the building.

“Alright, auditions should be starting soon. I already checked in, but you- er, your friend, will need to fill out a form.”

You scowled. 

“You don’t have to do the whole ‘asking for a friend’ thing.”

Pendulyn raised an eyebrow. 

“Oh? Does that mean you are thinking about competing?”

You hesitated, clicking your tongue. 

“I’m just… looking.”

She grinned like she’d won something. 

“Fair enough. Come on, let’s get inside before all the good spots are taken.”

She pushed open the doors, stepping inside without waiting for you.

You sighed.

What the hell were you getting yourself into?

Still, you followed her inside.

…

The inside of the contest hall was… different from what you expected.

For some reason, you’d been picturing something grand. Polished floors, velvet curtains, chandeliers, maybe. Something fancy and dramatic, like a stage for royalty.

But instead, it was just a regular community center. The floors were scuffed wood, the walls lined with faded posters of past contest winners. A row of fold out chairs had been set up along one side of the room, where a few trainers and their Pokémon were waiting their turn. The air smelled faintly of floor cleaner and berry scented Pokémon shampoo.

At the far end of the hall, a small raised platform served as the audition stage. A set of judges sat behind a plain folding table, chatting amongst themselves while they flipped through paperwork. A microphone sat in the middle of the table, barely used.

Pendulyn didn’t seem fazed by the humble setup.

“Well, here we are. Not exactly the big leagues, but these kinds of places are where most coordinators get their start.”

She said, scanning the room.

You glanced around at the other trainers. Some of them looked nervous, fidgeting with their pokéballs or smoothing out their Pokémon’s fur. Others looked confident. Too confident, like they’d done this a hundred times before.

It was weird, seeing people fuss over their Pokémon like this. Brushing them, adjusting their accessories, even practicing little spins and poses. Battling was one thing, but this? This was… different.

You didn’t realize you were staring, until Pendulyn nudged you with her elbow.

“See anything interesting, Billy?”

You scoffed. 

“Nothing I’d call ‘interesting’.”

She grinned. 

“Give it time.”

Before you could respond, a voice called out from the sign in desk, near the entrance.

“Next contestant, please!”

Pendulyn turned back to you, tilting her head.

“So, Billy… are you still just looking?”

You groaned a sigh. 

“I suppose it couldn’t hurt to try one time.”

You had never done anything like this before. Where do you even start? 

Pendulyn practically beamed. 

“That’s the spirit! Come on, let’s get you signed up.”

Before you could change your mind, she grabbed your wrist and dragged you toward the sign in desk. The woman behind the desk, an older lady with thin glasses perched on her nose, barely glanced up from her clipboard.

“Name?”

You hesitated. Your mouth opened, but nothing came out. Did you say Mucoso? Did you say Billy?

Pendulyn filled in the silence before you could think too hard.

“He’s Billy.” 

She said cheerfully, slapping a hand on your shoulder.

The woman raised an eyebrow. 

“Billy…?”

You swallowed, and nodded with a mumble. 

“…Yeah. Billy.”

The woman gave a slow nod, jotting it down. 

“And your Pokémon?”

Your hand instinctively went to Pezuña’s pokéball, your Mudbray. You hadn’t even thought about that part. Would she even want to do this? Would she enjoy it? Or would she just stand there, confused?

Pendulyn must’ve noticed your hesitation because she leaned in slightly. 

“Relax, Billy. It’s just an audition.”

You exhaled through your nose, unclipping the pokéball. With a flash of light, Pezuña appeared beside you, hooves clicking against the wooden floor. She gave a soft snort, shaking her mane before glancing up at you.

The woman behind the desk adjusted her glasses. 

“A Mudbray? Hmm… You don’t see many of those in Contests.”

You felt your stomach sink slightly. 

“Is that… bad?”

She shook her head.

“Not necessarily. Just depends on what category you’re entering.”

Pendulyn perked up. 

“Yeah, Contests all have different themes! Coolness, Beauty, Cuteness, Cleverness, and Toughness. Your Pokémon gets judged based on how well they fit the theme.”

You glanced down at Pezuña. She wasn’t flashy or elegant, so Beauty didn’t seem right. She wasn’t particularly ‘cool,’ either. But…

Your mind drifted to all the times she’d stubbornly stood her ground, how nothing ever seemed to shake her. How she’d always been tough, even when you first met her.

“…Toughness.” 

You said.

Pendulyn grinned. 

“Nice. She definitely looks the part.”

The woman nodded, scribbling something down before handing you a small number tag. 

“You’ll be called up shortly. Take a seat and wait for your turn.”

You took the tag numbly, staring at the number printed on it. This was really happening. You were actually about to do this.

Pendulyn patted you on the back. 

“See? Easy. Now we just wait.”

You sighed, stuffing the number into your pocket and heading toward the row of chairs. Pezuña trotted after you, ears flicking curiously.

You had no idea what you were doing.

Once you took a seat, you had the most perplexed expression on your face.

You really did come all this way, to make a fool out of yourself, didn’t you? Just for a whole audience to see you flounder. What would you even do once you got up there? Freeze?!

This was a mistake… Oh well, too late now. 

Should you ask for advice? Seems like that’s all you really can do now. Fake it, ‘till you make it.

You drummed your fingers against your knee, your eyes darting around the room. Other contestants were busy prepping their Pokémon. Practicing little routines, adjusting accessories, giving last-minute pep talks. You had none of that. No plan. No routine. No idea what you were even supposed to be showing off when it was your turn!

Pezuña, at least, didn’t seem to share your nerves. She just stood beside you, ears flicking lazily as she surveyed the room. If anything, she looked bored.

Pendulyn plopped down in the chair next to you, arms crossed, wearing a satisfied grin. 

“So, Billy, how’s it feel to be a soon-to-be contest star?”

You shot her a deadpan look. 

“I’m going to embarrass myself.”

She frowned 

“What? Hey no, you’ll do great!”

You groaned, slumping back in your chair. 

“I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do!”

Pendulyn tilted her head. 

“Well, it’s a Toughness audition, right? So, you just have to show the judges how tough your Mudbray is.”

You frowned, glancing at Pezuña. 

“Show them how?”

Pendulyn shrugged. 

“That’s up to you. Some people do little battle demonstrations, others have their Pokémon do things that show off their natural strength or endurance. You don’t need anything flashy, just impressive.”

Impressive. Right.

You glanced at the small stage, where a trainer and their Machoke were currently performing a set of one handed push ups in perfect sync. The judges nodded along, murmuring to each other.

Could you even compete with something like that?

You looked back at Pezuña, who was now absentmindedly pawing at the floor. 

Toughness… Toughness…

Then, an idea hit you. You leaned forward, voice low. 

“Hey, Pezuña. Think you can break one of those chairs?”

Pendulyn choked. 

“What?!”

Pezuña blinked, then let out a confident snort.

Pendulyn gawked at you. 

“Billy, are you serious?”

You shrugged. 

“It’d be impressive, wouldn’t it?”

She opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. 

“I-Okay, yeah, but- wait, how?!”

You ignored her, reaching out to run a hand down Pezuña’s mane. She had always been tough, always been strong. You just had to find a way to make sure everyone else saw it too.

A contest helper called out from the front of the room.

 ”Next up. Billy and Pezuña!”

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself as you stood.

Alright. Time to fake it ‘till you make it.

You walked toward the small stage, Pezuña trotting confidently at your side. Your heart pounded as the judges eyed you, their expressions unreadable.

A microphone squeaked as one of them, a woman with neatly pinned up hair, adjusted it. 

“Welcome, Billy. Please, show us what makes your Mudbray tough.”

Your mouth went dry. Right. You were supposed to do something now.

You glanced at Pezuña. She just flicked an ear, waiting.

You inhaled sharply and turned toward the row of spare chairs stacked against the wall. They were simple, metal folding chairs. Flimsy. Perfect.

You strode over and grabbed one, dragging it onto the stage with a loud clatter.

Pendulyn, watching from the audience, buried her face in her hands.

You set the chair upright in the center of the stage and stepped back, motioning to Pezuña. 

“Alright. Smash it.”

Pezuña didn’t hesitate. She turned, lifted her hind legs, and-

CRACK!

The chair folded instantly under the impact, crumpling like paper. A few of the audience members flinched at the sheer force behind the kick.

Pezuña landed squarely on all four hooves again, shaking her mane like it was nothing.

The room was silent for a moment. Then, one of the judges let out an impressed hum. Another leaned forward slightly, scribbling something on their clipboard.

The first judge smiled. 

“That was certainly a display of strength.”

You exhaled, shoulders relaxing slightly. Maybe you hadn’t completely embarrassed yourself after all.

Pendulyn, still covering her face, peeked through her fingers. 

“I can’t believe that actually worked.”

The judges whispered amongst themselves before the woman in charge nodded. 

“Thank you, Billy. We’ll be in touch with the results.”

That was it? You were done?

You blinked, glancing at Pezuña. She seemed satisfied, standing tall beside the wreckage of the chair.

You gave a small nod and turned to leave the stage. Pendulyn met you at the edge, shaking her head with a grin.

“I’ll admit, that was pretty cool.”

You stuffed your hands in your poncho pockets. 

“Told you it’d be impressive.”

She laughed. 

“Okay, Billy. Let’s see if the judges agree.”

You sat back down, still trying to wrap your head around what just happened. The audition was over. That meant you could leave now, right?

Before you could dwell on it, a voice rang through the room.

“We have our results!”

Oh. That was fast.

The judges sat at the front of the room, their clipboards stacked neatly in front of them. The woman with the pinned up hair cleared her throat.

“Thank you all for auditioning. We saw some impressive displays today, but unfortunately, not everyone can move on to the next round. If your name is called, congratulations! You’ll be continuing in the contest!”

You straightened slightly. Next round?

Pendulyn clapped her hands together. 

“Ooo, here we go.”

The judge began reading off names. A few contestants cheered. Others slumped in disappointment.

Then-

“Billy and Pezuña.”

Pendulyn elbowed you so hard you nearly fell out of your chair.

“Billy, you made it!”

You blinked. 

“Wait. What?”

Pendulyn beamed. 

“You’re moving on! You didn’t think there was only one round, did you?”

You did, in fact, think that.

You stared at the judge, then at Pezuña, then back at Pendulyn.

“…What happens next?”

Pendulyn laughed. 

“Now you actually have to compete.”

You just gave her a deadpan look, with a raised brow.

“And how’s that any different, than what we just did a minute ago?”

Pendulyn smirked. 

“Because now, you have to battle.”

You blinked slowly. 

“…What?”

She leaned forward, resting her chin in her hands. 

“The second round is a battle round. But it’s not like regular battles. It’s about showing off your Pokémon’s skills in a way that looks good.”

You stared. 

“You’re telling me I have to make Pezuña fight pretty?”

Pendulyn snorted. 

“Well, not exactly. The goal is to lower your opponent’s points while keeping yours high. You lose points if Pezuña takes damage, if one of her attacks fails, or if the opponent manages to make their move look better than yours.”

You drummed your fingers against your knee. This was starting to sound way more complicated than you thought.

“So… what happens if I just knock the other Pokémon out?”

Pendulyn laughed. 

“That’s one way to win, sure, but you’d have to do it before time runs out. Battles only last five minutes. If neither Pokémon faints, the one with the most points wins.”

You frowned. You weren’t sure how well Pezuña would do in something like this. She was strong, but she wasn’t exactly graceful. Would brute force even be enough?

Pendulyn must’ve noticed your expression because she nudged your shoulder. 

“Relax, Billy. You made it this far, didn’t you? Just do what you’re good at.”

You sighed, glancing down at Pezuña. She wasn’t worried in the slightest, just lazily flicking her tail.

Maybe Pendulyn was right. Maybe you could just… do what you were good at.

You cracked your knuckles.

“Alright. When do we start?”

Pendulyn adjusted her posture, sitting up straight with a composed smile. 

“The next round begins in about an hour. So, you’ll want to prepare as best you can.”

She said, her tone calm but with an edge of anticipation. 

Your jaw dropped. 

”An hour?!”

How the hell were you supposed to come up with a game plan, in only an hour?!

Pendulyn nodded. 

“Indeed, but there’s no need to worry. You’ve made it this far.” 

She paused, letting the words sink in. 

“Just focus on what you do best.”

You exhaled slowly. 

“Right… if only I knew what that even was.”

You ran a hand down your face. You barely understood how this worked, and now you had to make Pezuña battle stylishly with zero prep time?

You glanced at Pezuña, who was casually licking some dirt off her leg. Totally unbothered.

Pendulyn stood, stretching her arms. 

”Let’s get some food. Maybe thinking on a full stomach will help.”

…

You sat on the steps outside the building, picking at the food Pendulyn had insisted you needed. The afternoon sun was starting to dip, casting long shadows across the street. Pezuña stood beside you, crunching lazily on some berries.

You could feel the minutes slipping by, but you had no idea how to get started.

Pendulyn sipped her water and adjusted her gloves. 

“Do you have any thoughts on your strategy yet?”

You shook your head. 

“I mean, she’s strong. That’s about all I’ve got.”

Pendulyn smiled, her tone thoughtful. 

“Strength is alright on its own, but a contest is more than just raw power. It’s about style, and presentation.”

You glanced at her, confused. 

“Presentation? How do I make Pezuña look good while fighting?”

Pendulyn put down her water bottle, clasping her hands together in front of her. 

“It’s not about making her look good, per se, but about making her moves appear fluid, controlled, and impactful. You’ll want to focus on moves that have both a visual and strategic advantage.”

You raised an eyebrow. 

“And how do I do that?”

“Consider her moves. What does Pezuña know that could showcase her strength in a tough way?”

Pendulyn said, clearly already thinking ahead. 

You thought for a moment. 

“She’s got Stomp, Double Kick… and Bulldoze.”

Pendulyn clapped her hands. 

“There you go! Bulldoze is perfect! It’s big, it’s flashy, and it shakes the ground. It looks like a powerful move, and is sure to impress the judges.”

You raised an eyebrow. 

“That doesn’t help if I miss.”

Pendulyn smiled reassuringly. 

“You won’t miss, Billy. If you plan the timing and positioning well, you’ll hit your mark. And even if you don’t land it perfectly, the spectacle will count toward your score.”

You blinked, starting to see the strategy. 

“So, make it flashy, but also strategic?”

“Exactly! It’s about showcasing both style and strength.”

Pendulyn said, nodding.

You stood up, now a little more confident. 

“Alright, I’ll give it a try.”

Pendulyn gracefully rose to her feet as well. 

”That’s the spirit! Let’s get you contest ready before you have to go in there and compete.”

Pezuña flicked her tail and gave a small snort, as if she already knew the drill.

Pendulyn turned to you with a small smile. 

“With a bit of practice, I’m certain you’ll impress the judges.”

You exhaled sharply, rolling your shoulders back. 

“Alright, we don’t have much time. Where do we start?”

Pendulyn tapped her chin, glancing around. 

“We need space, somewhere Pezuña can practice her moves, without wrecking the street.”

You nodded, scanning the area. The contest hall was near the outskirts of town, where the buildings thinned out. A short walk away, you spotted a small, open lot with patches of dry grass and dirt. You pointed in that direction.

“There.” 

Pendulyn followed your gaze and grinned. 

“Perfect.”

The two of you made your way over, Pezuña trotting behind, ears flicking. As soon as you reached the open space, she stomped a hoof, already eager to start.

Pendulyn crossed her arms. 

“Alright, show me how she normally uses Bulldoze.”

You nodded and stepped back. 

“Pezuña, use Bulldoze.”

Pezuña snorted, braced herself, then reared up before slamming her front hooves down. The ground shuddered beneath her, sending a ripple of force through the dirt. Dust kicked up around her hooves, and you felt the tremor in your own legs.

Pendulyn hummed, tilting her head. 

“Not bad. The impact is great, but it could be a little more… controlled.”

You frowned. 

“Controlled how?”

She stepped forward, gesturing. 

“Right now, it’s powerful, but a bit rough. If you can time it right, maybe add a bit of movement, it’ll look more deliberate. Like a real performance instead of just an attack.”

You crossed your arms, considering. Pezuña was strong, no doubt about that, but she wasn’t used to fighting with style. What could you do to make the move feel more… polished?

Then, an idea hit you. 

“What if she builds up momentum first? Like a short charge before the attack?”

Pendulyn snapped her fingers. 

“Yes! That’ll add flow and make it look intentional. Try it.”

You nodded, turning back to Pezuña. 

“Alright, girl. Let’s try something new. Take a few steps forward, then use Bulldoze.”

Pezuña flicked an ear but complied. She took a few heavy strides, then reared up and slammed her hooves down again. This time, the movement looked smoother. Less like an attack, more like a show of raw power. The tremor was just as strong, but the judges would see it as a display, not just a hit.

Pendulyn grinned. 

“That’s more like it! Keep practicing that until it feels natural.”

You exhaled, relieved it was starting to come together. You still had no idea how you’d do in an actual contest battle, but at least you had something to work with now.

Pendulyn patted you on the back. 

“Keep this up, and you may start to stand a chance.”

You shot her a flat look. 

“Gee, thanks.”

She giggled sheepishly. 

“We’ve still got time for a few more rounds of practice before the contest starts. Let’s make sure Pezuña’s ready to steal the show.”

Pezuña huffed, clearly enjoying the exercise. You could tell she liked showing off her strength. It was just a matter of making it look good while doing it.

You rolled your shoulders.

“Alright, let’s go again. This time, try to make the impact as even as possible.”

Pezuña flicked her tail and snorted, then took her strides forward, kicking up dust as she moved. Just before reaching the center of the clearing, she reared up and slammed her hooves down with a controlled force. The ground rumbled, dirt rippling outward in a near perfect circle.

Pendulyn clapped her hands giddily. 

“Yes! You’ve got the control now!”

You nodded, feeling a little more confident. Pezuña had always been strong, but seeing her refine that strength into something more deliberate was actually kind of cool.

“Think we should add anything else?” 

You asked, wiping some dust off your poncho.

Pendulyn hummed. 

“Maybe something to really sell the power behind the move? What if she gives a loud stomp beforehand. Like, as a warning before the impact?”

You raised an eyebrow. 

“Like a signal?”

Pendulyn nodded. 

“Yeah! It’d make it look more dramatic, like she’s building up energy before striking.”

You turned back to Pezuña. 

“Alright, girl, let’s add a little flair. Give a big stomp before using Bulldoze.”

Pezuña bobbed her head, already eager. She squared herself, lifted one hoof, and brought it down hard.

Thunk!

It sent a small, but sharp tremor through the ground. Then, without missing a beat, she took her charging steps forward and executed Bulldoze with even more force. The dust cloud that followed spread outward like a rolling wave.

Pendulyn grinned. 

“Now that’s performance worthy.”

You smirked. Maybe you weren’t completely doomed after all.

The contest hall’s chime rang from a distance, signaling that the next round would be starting soon.

Pendulyn stretched her arms above her head. 

“Looks like that’s our cue. Ready to head back?”

You dusted yourself off and nodded. 

“Might as well. No point in overdoing it right before the competition.”

The two of you made your way back toward the contest hall, Pezuña walking proudly beside you. She seemed completely in her element now, ears forward and tail flicking in anticipation.

Pendulyn tapped your shoulder. 

“Feeling better about it now?”

You sighed. 

“A little. Still don’t know how this is gonna go, but at least Pezuña’s got a shot.”

Pendulyn smirked. 

“See? I told you that you would figure it out.”

You just rolled your eyes as the two of you stepped inside. The contest hall was buzzing with activity now. Trainers were preparing their Pokémon, stretching, practicing poses, and making last minute touch ups.

A contest official approached, clipboard in hand. 

“Billy and Pezuña? You’re up in ten minutes.”

You swallowed hard.

Pendulyn gave you a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

 “Alright, Billy. Showtime.”

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You took a deep breath, steadying yourself. Pezuña had practiced hard, and you had a solid plan. Now, all that was left was to perform.

Pendulyn clasped her hands together, offering a small, encouraging smile. 

“I’ll be watching from the stands. Good luck.”

You nodded, appreciating the support, before stepping toward the stage with Pezuña trotting confidently beside you. The contest hall’s battlefield stretched before you, lit brightly under the spotlights. The audience murmured in anticipation, and the announcer’s voice rang out through the speakers.

“Battle Round, match start! Billy and Pezuña, versus Marian and Lycanroc!”

Across from you, your opponent, a poised looking trainer with a sleek, navy furred Lycanroc, gave a small nod. 

The timer on the large screen above began to count down. Five minutes. This wasn’t just about knocking the other Pokémon out. It was about battling with style, making each move look as polished and impressive as possible.

You squared your shoulders. 

“Alright, Pezuña, let’s start strong! Stomp into Bulldoze!”

Pezuña’s hoof came down hard. 

THUNK! 

A crisp tremor rolled across the field, grabbing everyone’s attention. Without missing a beat, she charged forward and reared up, slamming her hooves into the ground. The impact sent a controlled shockwave of dust outward.

Marian barely flinched. 

“Counter with Accelerock!”

Lycanroc sprang into action, a streak of white and blue as it lunged forward, riding the force of Pezuña’s Bulldoze like a surfer on a wave. The rock type struck Pezuña in the shoulder, making her stumble slightly, but not fall. The judges’ score meters fluctuated, both of you had earned points, but neither had taken a significant lead.

You clenched your jaw. You needed to keep the momentum.

“Pezuña, Double Kick and make it sharp!”

Pezuña twisted, bracing herself before snapping her back hooves forward in two precise, forceful strikes. The kicks connected with Lycanroc’s side, sending it skidding back. The crowd gave a small, appreciative cheer at the clean execution. The judges’ meters shifted, your points jumped up slightly.

Marian’s eyes narrowed. 

“Lycanroc, dodge right and use Stone Edge!”

Lycanroc leaped aside with fluid agility before slamming its claws into the ground. Jagged stones shot up from below, forcing Pezuña to weave between them. She avoided most, but one sharp rock grazed her flank, earning your opponent some points.

You exhaled. Time to take control again.

“Pezuña, spin into Stomp!”

Pezuña planted her front hooves and twisted her body in a half turn, using the momentum to drive her back hooves down. The ground shuddered beneath Lycanroc, throwing it slightly off balance.

Now was your chance.

“Close the gap! Use Bulldoze!”

Pezuña charged forward, her movements crisp and purposeful. She reared up and struck the ground with a controlled, precise force, sending another ripple through the battlefield. This time, Lycanroc staggered, unable to fully regain its footing.

The judges’ scores ticked up in your favor. You had the lead now.

Marian’s expression remained calm. 

“Lycanroc, use Counter!”

Lycanroc’s body tensed, muscles flexing as it prepared to absorb the attack and strike back even harder.

Your heart pounded. No, you can’t let that land.

“Pezuña, back off and use Stomp to keep your distance!”

Pezuña’s hooves slammed down just as Lycanroc moved in, sending a tremor that made the wolf Pokémon hesitate for just a fraction of a second. Just enough time for the timer to hit zero.

The buzzer rang. Battle over.

You exhaled, your heartbeat still racing. Pezuña snorted, tossing her head, still full of energy.

The audience erupted in cheers as the judges tallied the final scores. You turned your gaze to the big screen overhead, watching as the points settled. You had won.

Pendulyn, watching from the stands, let out a small, relieved clap, her face a mix of awe and nervous excitement.

The announcer cleared her throat, adjusting her mic. 

“And the winner of this round is… Billy and Pezuña!”

You blinked, processing the words before finally breaking into a grin. You and Pezuña actually did it.

Pezuña let out a triumphant snort, stomping a hoof in satisfaction.

Marian gave you a polite nod, recalling her Lycanroc. 

“Not bad. Your Mudbray’s got a lot of power, and you know how to use it well.”

You rubbed the back of your neck. 

“Thanks, I guess. You ain’t half bad yourself.”

Despite you trying to play it off, you couldn’t help smiling for half a second. You didn’t dare keep it for much longer, hoping no one saw.

She smiled slightly before stepping off the stage, leaving you to bask in the moment.

You looked down at Pezuña, giving her a pat on the neck. 

“We pulled it off, huh?”

She huffed, nudging your shoulder as if to say, ”Of course we did”.

After the battle, you returned Pezuña back to her pokéball and stepped off the stage, still reeling from the adrenaline. As you made your way toward the waiting area, a contest official approached with a small envelope in hand.

“Congratulations, Billy. As a winner of today’s contest, you’ve earned a Contest Pass.”

She handed you the envelope, and you stared at it for a moment before carefully peeling it open. Inside was a sleek card embossed with the contest emblem, your name printed neatly below it.

“With this pass, you’re eligible to compete in any contest across the region. We hope to see you in more events soon.”

You nodded, muttering a quick thanks, before she stepped away.

The Contest Pass rested in your palm, lighter than you expected, but it carried more weight in your mind. 

What were you supposed to do with this? You had entered this contest on a whim, just to see if you could do it. But now, the pass meant you could keep going. Was that what you wanted?

You exhaled, tucking it into your pocket. You’d figure it out later. For now, you just wanted to go home.

Pendulyn approached, her expression warm. She clasped her hands together, eyes flickering towards you.

“That was really impressive! You and Pezuña work well together.”

You shrugged. 

“We just did what we had to.”

She hesitated, then nodded. 

“Well, if you’re free tomorrow, maybe we’ll see each other again.”

You glanced at her. She wasn’t demanding an answer, just leaving the option open. You paused for a moment, before answering.

“Yeah… Maybe.”

A small smile crossed her face, before she gave a little wave. 

“Good night, Billy.”

You tipped your hat in response and turned to leave. The air outside was crisp, carrying the distant hum of the town settling down for the night.

As you made your way toward the outskirts, toward home, you reached into your pocket and pulled out the Contest Pass again. The dim street lights reflected off its polished surface.

You had no idea what to do with it yet.

But maybe, tomorrow, you’d start figuring it out.

The walk home felt longer than usual. The Contest Pass sat in your pocket, its weight oddly present with every step. You weren’t sure why you hadn’t just left it in your bag. Maybe part of you needed to keep feeling it there, like proof that tonight actually happened.

The familiar dirt roads of Mirage Orchard stretched ahead, the trees swaying gently under the night sky. In the distance, the soft glow of lantern light spilled from the windows of home.

As you reached the front steps, the door creaked open before you could touch the handle. Tilia stood in the doorway, her lime green hair faintly illuminated by the flickering light behind her. Her sharp eyes swept over you, lingering for half a second too long.

“Bit late.” 

She muttered, cigarette between her fingers. 

“Didn’t get yourself in trouble, did you?”

You shook your head. 

“Just got caught up in town.”

She didn’t say anything, just took a slow drag, exhaling smoke into the cool night air. It wasn’t quite suspicion in her eyes, but it was close.

From inside, Ponderosa called out. 

“That you, honey?”

“Yeah.” 

You answered, stepping past Tilia and into the warmth of the house. Ponderosa was at the table, a mug of tea in her hands, her lemon yellow hair a little messy from the long day. She gave you a welcoming smile.

“Must’ve been busy if you’re just now gettin’ back.” 

She mused.

You shrugged, keeping your face neutral. 

“Yeah. Just wandered a bit.”

Tilia snorted softly as she sat back down, tapping ash into the tray beside her. 

“That so.”

You ignored the way she looked at you. Instead, you focused on kicking off your boots and heading toward your room.

“You eat?” 

Ponderosa asked before you could disappear down the hall.

“I’m good.” 

You said, hand already on your door handle. Tilia exhaled another slow stream of smoke. 

“You look like you got something on your mind.”

You paused but didn’t turn back. 

“Just tired.”

She hummed, a low, knowing sound, but she didn’t press.

“Alright. Get some rest, sugar.”

Ponderosa said gently. 

You nodded and slipped inside your room, shutting the door behind you. The silence settled immediately, the only sound was your own quiet breathing.

Finally, you pulled the Contest Pass from your pocket and set it on the nightstand. The soft glow of the lantern reflected off its surface. You stared at it for a long moment.

You weren’t sure what you were going to do with it.

But that was a problem for tomorrow.

. . .

The morning came too soon. You blinked blearily at the ceiling, the light seeping through the cracks in the curtains. For a moment, you just lay there, trying to shake the last bits of sleep from your head. Then, through the thin walls of the house, you heard voices.

Ponderosa and Tilia. Talking about something.

You weren’t the type to eavesdrop, at least, not usually, but something in their tone made you pause.

“She’s serious, Tilia. She really wants Mirage Orchard gone.”

Ponderosa said, her voice tight with worry. 

Tilia scoffed. 

“Let her try.”

“You’re not listening. She’s got influence, money. She’s talkin’ about the whole land bein’ ‘wasted potential.’ Wants to buy it out, tear it all down.”

Your hands clenched into fists.

Mirage Orchard. Your home.

You pushed yourself up, already burning with frustration. You didn’t even need to hear the rest to know what you had to do.

Tilia’s voice was sharp. 

“Like hell she will. What kinda fool thinks they can just walk in and take what ain’t theirs?”

“She’s not just some fool. She’s runnin’ for president of Galassia, Tilia. If she wins…”

There was a long silence. Even Tilia, who never seemed to take anything too seriously, didn’t have a retort for that.

You didn’t hesitate. You threw on your poncho, strapped on your boots, and pushed your door open.

Their heads snapped toward you as you stepped into the room.

“I’ll go find her.” 

You said.

Ponderosa’s eyes widened. 

“Mucoso-”

You cut her off.

“I’ll talk to her. See what she’s planning, tell her she ain’t got a chance of takin’ this place.”

Ponderosa’s brows knit together, concern plain on her face. 

“That woman’s got power, honey. She’s not just gonna listen to some kid waltzin’ up to her doorstep.”

“Oh, she’ll listen to me. I’ll make sure of it!”

You weren’t sure how, but you’d figure it out.

Tilia leaned back in her chair, studying you, then smirked. 

“Damn right, she will. Someone needs to give her a real good reason to back off.”

Ponderosa shot her a glare. 

“Tilia!”

“What? He wants to go, let him. Kid’s got fight in him. If Delphine thinks she can do whatever she pleases, she’s in for a real nasty wake up call.”

Ponderosa sighed, rubbing her temple. 

“I just… I don’t like the idea of him goin’ off alone.”

“I ain’t helpless. I can handle myself.”

That wasn’t exactly reassuring, judging by the way Ponderosa frowned deeper. But you couldn’t just sit here, while some rich politician thought she could snatch Mirage Orchard out from under you.

And besides… this was an opportunity. A way out.

You could chase down Delphine, yeah, but on the way, you could travel. Do more contests. See what this Contest Pass could really get you.

You kept that part to yourself.

Ponderosa sighed again, softer this time. 

“Just… promise me you’ll be careful, alright?”

You hesitated, then nodded. 

“I will.”

Tilia leaned back, exhaling a slow stream of smoke.

 “Go knock some sense into her, kid.”

You adjusted your hat, packed your things, turned toward the door, and stepped outside.

It was time to move.

You stormed through the outskirts of Mirage Orchard, your boots kicking up dust as you walked. The morning sun barely had time to warm the earth, but you didn’t feel it. Your thoughts burned hotter. Every step fueled the fire of your anger. 

Delphine, some rich politician, thought she could take your home?

Not a chance.

You barely registered the trees, the path, or even the familiar landmarks you passed. Your mind was too busy crafting the words you’d throw in Delphine’s face when you found her. You’d tell her exactly what she could do with her “wasted potential” talk-

“Billy?”

The voice snapped you out of your haze.

You snapped out of your thoughts, looking up. Pendulyn stood a few steps ahead, notebook in hand, her eyes filled with concern.

You scowled, more at yourself for not noticing her than anything. 

“What’re you doin’ here?”

She hesitated. 

“I was about to ask you the same thing. You look… really upset.”

You huffed. No use hiding it. 

“Some lady named Delphine’s trying to take Mirage Orchard. Calls it ‘wasted potential.’ Thinks she can buy it up and do whatever she wants just ‘cause she’s got money and power.”

Pendulyn’s expression changed immediately. Her fingers curled around into a tightening grip. 

“…Delphine?”

You frowned. 

“Yeah, she’s runnin’ for president or somethin’-”

“I know who she is.” 

Pendulyn’s voice was quieter than before, but there was something in it. Something more than just anger.

You noticed. You just didn’t ask.

Instead, you crossed your arms. 

“I’m gonna find her. Tell her she don’t stand a chance, and make sure she remembers every word of it.”

Pendulyn was silent for a long moment. Then, quietly but firmly, she said. 

“I’m coming with you.”

You blinked. 

“Qué?”

She looked at you, with determination in her posture.

“You shouldn’t do this alone! She’s not the kind of person you can just… talk down. And if she really wants to get rid of Mirage Orchard, then she won’t back off easily. And besides… someone as young as you, shouldn’t go off all alone. So, it’s my job to make sure you are protected.”

“I can handle myself…” 

You muttered, not knowing what to think.

“I know… But still.”

Pendulyn said softly.

You didn’t answer right away. You weren’t used to people offering to come along with you. 

If she knew your side plan, to use this as an excuse to get out, travel, do more contests, she might not have said the same thing. But… it wasn’t like you were gonna stop her.

And you weren’t about to pry into whatever history she had with Delphine. That wasn’t your business.

Finally, you sighed, adjusting your hat.

“…Fine. Do what you want.”

Pendulyn nodded, finally relaxing.

And with that, the two of you set off.

The two of you walked in silence for a while, the only sounds being the crunch of dirt beneath your boots and the occasional rustle of the trees. You kept your gaze ahead, thinking… planning.

Delphine wasn’t some nobody. If she was running for president, she had connections, resources. People who’d listen to her, maybe even help her. If you wanted to stop her, you had to know what you were up against. And if you were going to be traveling anyway…

You tilted your head slightly, trying to sound casual. 

“Hey, Pendulyn.”

She glanced at you. 

“Yeah?”

“Where’s the nearest Contest Hall? Y’know, outside of Seasb Town.”

Pendulyn blinked, like she hadn’t expected the question. 

“Oh. Um… I think Copperlock Town has one. It’s a Normal Rank hall, so a lot of beginners go there.”

Copperlock Town. That’d do. You gave a short nod. 

“Guess that’s where we’re headed, then.”

Pendulyn’s brows furrowed slightly. 

“Wait. You want to go there?”

You shrugged. 

“Might as well. If Delphine’s makin’ all these big moves, there’s bound to be people talkin’ about it. Maybe we pick up some info while we’re there.”

She didn’t argue. 

“That makes sense, but… Copperlock’s pretty far. We’ll have to stop at a couple places before we actually get there.”

That made you pause. You’d been hoping for a straight path, but of course it wouldn’t be that easy. You exhaled sharply through your nose, shoving your hands in your pockets. 

“Figures...”

Pendulyn hesitated. 

“Is… that okay?”

You didn’t like delays. Didn’t like the idea of sitting around when Mirage Orchard was on the line. But this was the only lead you had.

You exhaled again, this time slower. 

“Ain’t got a choice, do we?”

Pendulyn smiled slightly. 

“Not unless you want to run all the way there.”

You snorted, shaking your head. 

“Yeah, no.”

And just like that, the plan was set. Copperlock Town. First stop on a longer road than you’d wanted, but it wasn’t gonna stop you.

You adjusted your hat and turned to Pendulyn. 

“Alright, so where’s our first stop?”

She flipped through her notebook, scanning a rough map she’d sketched. 

“Lunaley City. It’s the closest place to rest up, and from there, we can figure out the best way to Copperlock Town.”

Lunaley City. You’d never been, but you’d heard of it. A place known for its connection to the moon, bright lights, and its night time festivals. Sounded nice enough, but that wasn’t what caught your attention.

“If it’s so close, why ain’t we headin’ straight there?”

Pendulyn shut her notebook with a sigh. 

“Because we need to get past Route 3 first.”

You frowned. 

“And?”

“There’s a path that’s blocked off by thick trees. You need a Pokémon that knows Cut to get through.”

You clicked your tongue. A hassle, but nothing you couldn’t deal with. 

“You got that covered?”

Pendulyn smiled. 

“Of course!” 

She reached for a pokéball and tossed it up. With a flash of light, her Sirfetch’d landed gracefully on the ground, its leek blade resting on its wing like a knight’s sword.

“Sirfetch’d can use Cut. We’ll be fine.”

You nodded, giving the Pokémon a once over. Strong stance, sharp eyes. You could respect that.

“Then let’s get goin’.”

The two of you walked for a while longer, the dirt path leading into denser woods. The sunlight dimmed under the canopy, casting long shadows over the trail. Eventually, you reached a dead end. Trees and thick undergrowth completely blocking the way forward.

Pendulyn stepped ahead, nodding to her Sirfetch’d. 

“Alright, you know what to do.”

With a determined cry, Sirfetch’d swung its leek blade, slicing cleanly through the thick branches. Leaves scattered to the ground as the path opened up before you.

You gave a low whistle. 

“Not bad.”

Pendulyn grinned sheepishly. 

“It was nothing. Glad to have that out of the way.”

You adjusted your hat and stepped through the newly cleared path. 

“Then let’s keep movin’. Lunaley City ain’t gonna wait for us.”

And with that, the two of you pressed forward, the road ahead uncertain, but you weren’t about to let that stop you.

As you and Pendulyn made your way down Route 3, the thick forest around you buzzed with life. The calls of hidden Pokémon echoed through the trees, mingling with the rustling leaves in the breeze. You kept your eyes ahead, but something off to the side caught your attention. A faint squeaking, frantic and high pitched.

You slowed your steps, ears straining to find the source. There, just off the beaten path, a small Reedling was tangled up in a cluster of thorny vines. It flapped its leafy arms desperately, trying to free itself, but the more it struggled, the worse it got caught.

Your instincts kicked in. Without thinking, you veered off the trail, slipping past the trees and undergrowth toward the trapped Pokémon.

“Hold still now.” 

You muttered, crouching beside it.

The Reedling squeaked in alarm as you reached for it, but you moved carefully, working to untangle its stubby arms, without hurting it. The thorns caught on your fingers, scratching your skin, but you ignored the sting. Piece by piece, you freed the Pokémon from its trap until finally, with a final pull, it tumbled into your hands.

“There ya go.” 

You said, watching as it flapped its arms hesitantly. 

“You alright?”

The Reedling squeaked again, tilting its head at you. It didn’t run away. Instead, it hopped closer, as if it was… grateful.

A rustling sound from behind made you stiffen.

“Billy!”

You turned just in time to see Pendulyn pushing past the brush, her face filled with relief, then frustration.

“Bloody hell, don’t just run off like that! I turned around, and you were just gone! What if something happened?”

She looked breathless.

You scratched the back of your head, glancing at the Reedling. 

“I was just helpin’.”

Pendulyn’s shoulders dropped. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. 

“I know. I get it. But please, just… tell me first next time, okay?”

You hesitated. You weren’t used to people worrying about you like that. But something about the way Pendulyn looked at you. Genuine concern, not just annoyance, made you nod.

“…Yeah. Alright.”

She sighed, giving you a tired smile. 

“Good.”

The Reedling squeaked again, drawing your attention back to it. Even now, it wasn’t running away. If anything, it looked like it wanted to stick around.

You pulled a Pokéball from your belt, turning it in your hand. 

“You wanna come with me?”

The little Pokemon blinked, then gave an enthusiastic trill.

You grinned. 

“Heh. Didn’t even hesitate.”

You tapped the Pokéball to its forehead. The Reedling was drawn inside, and after a single shake, the ball clicked shut.

Pendulyn watched with amusement. 

“Aww, looks like you’ve got a new teammate.”

You rolled your eyes and gave a small, brief smile, tossing the Pokéball up and catching it. 

“Guess I do.”

With that settled, you stood, dusting off your poncho.

 “Alright. No more distractions. Let’s get to Lunaley City.”

Pendulyn gave you a playful side eye. 

“Are you sure? No other Pokémon you wanna save first?”

You rolled your eyes, already heading back to the trail.

 “Cállate.”

She giggled, falling into step beside you. With a new Pokémon in tow and the road ahead, the journey to Lunaley City continued.

As you and Pendulyn left Route 3 behind, the air grew cooler, and the sunlight overhead faded into dappled patches through a thickening canopy. 

The Hidden Forest was true to its name. Dense, quiet, and untouched, as if the deeper you went, the further you were from the outside world.

Your boots barely made a sound against the soft moss covered ground. Every so often, you’d catch movement in the shadows. Watchful eyes peering from between tree trunks, Pokémon keeping their distance but never straying too far.

Pendulyn glanced around, keeping a wary hand near her belt. 

“This place feels different from Route 3. More… closed in.”

You nodded, adjusting your hat. 

“Yeah. Like it don’t want us here.”

Still, you pressed on, your steps steady. The road to Lunaley City wouldn’t walk itself.

After a while, you started to notice something odd. The faint sound of tiny splashes followed behind you, almost in rhythm with your own footsteps.

You slowed your pace. The sound slowed too.

You stopped.

A beat later, there was another tiny splash.

Frowning, you turned around.

And there, just a few feet away, was a Lotad.

The little blue Pokémon blinked up at you, its lily pad wobbling slightly as it tried to keep up.

You stared.

It stared back.

Pendulyn, noticing your sudden stop, followed your gaze, then covered part of her mouth with a hand, as she giggled. 

“Oh, isn’t that cute? Has it been following you this whole time?”

You raised an eyebrow. 

“Looks like it.”

Pendulyn folded her arms, a teasing smile on her lips. 

“It seems like Pokémon just love being around you, doesn’t it Billy?”

You scoffed. 

“What’re you talkin’ about?”

She gestured toward the Lotad. 

“First the Reedling, now this little guy. And I can tell that you take such good care of Pezuña too.”

You rolled your eyes, looking back at the Lotad, who still hadn’t moved from its spot. It just stared at you, unblinking, like it was waiting for something.

You sighed. 

“You lost or somethin’?”

The Lotad chirped and took a tiny step forward.

You groaned. 

“Don’t tell me you wanna come along too?”

It hopped forward again.

Pendulyn snickered. 

“I think that’s a yes.”

You exhaled sharply, rubbing your temples. 

“Fine. If you’re that dead set on it…” 

You pulled out a Pokéball and tossed it underhand. The Lotad let itself be caught without a fuss, and the ball clicked shut without even a shake.

Pendulyn clapped her hands together. 

“Well, would you look at that? Another one for the team.”

You clipped the ball to your belt with a brief smirk. 

“At this rate, I ain’t even gotta try.”

She giggled. 

“Maybe the world just knows you’re good with Pokémon.”

You didn’t know about that, but you weren’t about to argue. With your new teammate in tow, you adjusted your hat and turned back to the path.

“Alright, let’s keep movin’. Lunaley City’s still ahead.”

Pendulyn nodded, and the two of you continued deeper into the forest, the road stretching on beneath the thick cover of trees.

The dense canopy of the Hidden Forest slowly thinned as you and Pendulyn pressed forward. The air grew lighter, the oppressive silence fading into the distant hum of civilization. When you finally emerged from the trees, the sight before you made you pause.

Just ahead, nestled at the base of a rocky incline, was Lunaley City’s famous subway station entrance. A grand archway framed the underground passage, its dark blue tiles reflecting the soft glow of hanging lanterns. The symbol of a crescent moon was etched above the entryway, its silver sheen catching what little sunlight remained.

Pendulyn stopped beside you, taking in the view. 

“Wow… So this is the subway station.”

You adjusted your hat, eyeing the steady stream of people moving in and out. 

“Looks busy.”

Lunaley City was known for its advanced subway system, a network of underground trains that could take you nearly anywhere in the region. The problem?

You didn’t have a pass.

Pendulyn seemed to realize the same thing as she pulled out her notebook. 

“We’ll need subway passes, if we want to use the trains. I think we can get them at the main station inside the city.”

You exhaled through your nose. Another thing to add to the list.

“Alright. Let’s keep movin’.”

Leaving the station behind, the two of you followed the road leading into Lunaley City. As you walked, the scenery shifted. What had once been thick forest gave way to cobblestone streets lined with glowing street lights. The buildings here had an old world charm, with curved rooftops, tall windows, and elegant designs that made the entire city feel like something out of a dream.

Neon signs flickered to life as the sky darkened, casting a colorful glow onto the streets. The city was alive, even at this hour, with people strolling about, street performers playing soft melodies, and vendors selling moon shaped pastries from wooden carts.

Pendulyn sighed in awe. 

“It’s beautiful here…”

You had to admit, it wasn’t bad. But you weren’t here to admire the sights.

“We should find a place to stay. Doubt we’ll get far without a good night’s rest.”

You said, scanning the street for any inns or rental signs. 

Pendulyn nodded. 

“Right. I think there should be a hostel or something nearby.”

The two of you pressed on, weaving through the busy streets in search of a room for the night.

After a few minutes of walking, you spotted a modest looking building nestled between a bakery and a small bookstore. A wooden sign hung over the entrance, swaying slightly in the night breeze.

Lunaley Moonstay: Rooms for Rent. 

Warm light glowed from the windows, and through the glass, you could see a cozy looking lobby with a few travelers lounging in chairs.

Pendulyn brightened. 

“This looks like a good place to rest!”

You pushed open the door, and a bell jingled overhead. The inside was just as inviting as it looked from outside. Plush couches, soft rugs, and a reception desk where a woman with silver streaked hair greeted you with a smile.

“Welcome to the Lunaley Moonstay. Looking for a room?”

She said, setting down a book she had been reading.

“Yeah. Just for the night.”

You said, resting a hand on your belt.

She nodded and flipped through a logbook. 

“Lucky for you two, we’ve got a couple of vacancies. We charge by the night. Five hundred Pokédollars per room.”

Pendulyn winced slightly, but you’d expected as much in a city like this. You both handed over the cash, and the woman slid two keys across the counter.

“Rooms are upstairs, second floor. Breakfast is included, but if you miss it, you’ll have to grab something from the bakery next door.”

“Got it.” 

You said, taking the key.

Pendulyn stretched her arms with a yawn. 

“Oh, I am so very exhausted. A bed sounds very nice right about now.”

You had to agree. After traveling all day, a good rest was exactly what you needed.

The two of you climbed the stairs and found your rooms side by side. Pendulyn turned to you before heading inside.

“Thanks for agreeing to accompany me, Billy. I’ll see you in the morning.”

You gave a nod. 

“Yeah. Night.”

With that, you stepped into your room and shut the door behind you. It was small, but comfortable. Wooden floors, a neatly made bed, and a desk under a window that overlooked the street below.

You set your bag down and sat on the bed, running a hand through your hair. Today had been long, but at least you were getting somewhere. You had a plan, a direction.

Lunaley City was just the first stop.

You leaned back against the pillows, listening to the faint hum of the city outside, until finally, sleep took you.

Chapter Text

The morning light filtered through the thin curtains, casting a soft glow across the wooden floor. You blinked awake, stretching out the stiffness in your limbs before sitting up. The city outside was already alive, the distant hum of chatter and activity drifting in through the slightly cracked window.

You rubbed your eyes and glanced at the clock on the wall. Time to get moving.

After a quick wash up, you grabbed your poncho and belt before heading downstairs. The scent of fresh pastries and coffee wafted from the dining area, where a few travelers sat enjoying their breakfast. You spotted Pendulyn at a corner table, flipping through her notebook between bites of toast.

She noticed you approaching and waved. 

“Good morning, Billy! Sleep okay?”

You nodded, pulling out a chair. 

“Yeah. You?”

“Mhm! I woke up early to go over our plans.” 

She tapped her notebook for emphasis. 

“First thing we should do is head to the main subway station and get our passes. There’s no point in exploring the city if we can’t use the trains.”

You grabbed a piece of toast from the plate in front of her, biting into it as you considered. 

“Where exactly do we go for that?”

Pendulyn flipped a page in her notes. 

“The ticketing office should be inside the central station. If we follow the main street from here, we’ll reach it in about fifteen minutes.”

You chewed thoughtfully. Made sense. No use wandering around aimlessly when you had a direct goal.

“Alright. Let’s get to it.”

You said, finishing off the toast and standing up. 

Pendulyn stuffed the rest of her breakfast in her mouth, before following suit. 

“Mm! right! Let’s go!”

The two of you stepped out into the bright morning, the cool city air refreshing after a night indoors. Lunaley City looked even livelier in the daylight, with shopkeepers setting up their stalls, people bustling along the cobbled streets, and the distant chime of a bell marking the start of the day’s business.

Following Pendulyn’s notes, you made your way toward the central subway station. As you walked, the streets gradually widened, and the smaller shops gave way to larger, more modern buildings. A few Pokémon strolled alongside their trainers, while others perched on rooftops or scurried through alleyways. The city felt lived in, bustling yet comfortable.

Eventually, the subway station came into view. Far grander than the entrance you saw last night. Tall archways lined the front, with large glass windows reflecting the morning sun. The emblem of a crescent moon was displayed proudly above the entrance, its silver gleam standing out against the deep blue tiles.

Pendulyn grinned. 

“Here we are!”

You eyed the large double doors, watching as people flowed in and out. 

“Let’s get this over with.”

Pushing inside, the two of you stepped into a massive hall. The ceiling stretched high, adorned with murals of Lunaley City’s history, and the polished floors gleamed under the warm glow of hanging lanterns. Ticket machines and service counters lined the walls, each with signs directing travelers to different platforms.

Pendulyn tugged on your sleeve, pointing to a counter labeled Subway Pass Registration.

“There! That’s where we need to go.”

The two of you approached the counter, where a bored looking attendant adjusted his glasses and glanced up. 

“Subway passes?”

Pendulyn nodded. 

“Yes, please. Two.”

The attendant barely reacted, sliding a couple of forms toward you. 

“Fill these out. Standard passes cost 2,000 Pokédollars each.”

You let out a slow breath. Expensive, but necessary. Taking a pen, you filled out the form. 

Name, trainer ID, region of origin... 

Once done, Pendulyn handed over the payment this time, and after a moment, the attendant returned with two sleek, silver subway passes.

“Welcome to Lunaley’s transit system. These passes will grant you access to all subway lines within the region. Don’t lose them.”

He said flatly.

Pendulyn beamed, holding hers towards her chest. 

“Yes! Now we can explore more freely.”

You pocketed your pass, adjusting your poncho. 

“What’s next?”

She tapped her chin. 

“Well… now that we have the passes, we could check out the subway routes and see where they lead. Or… we could take some time to explore the city a bit more before moving on.”

You crossed your arms, thinking. You had the whole day ahead of you.

“Your call. What do you wanna do?”

You said.

Pendulyn grinned, eyes gleaming with excitement. 

“How about… a little bit of both?”

…

The two of you spent the next hour wandering the streets of Lunaley City, taking in its mix of old world charm and modern conveniences. The cobbled roads wove between elegant buildings, their rooftops sloped like waves, while neon signs hummed softly in the daylight, waiting for the night to bring them back to life. Street vendors called out to passersby, selling everything from handwoven scarves, to moon shaped candies wrapped in shimmering foil.

Pendulyn seemed to take it all in with a quiet sort of wonder.

“I love cities like this. They feel… timeless.”

She murmured as you walked. 

You nodded, keeping your hands in your pockets. 

“Has a nice atmosphere, I suppose.”

As you turned onto a quieter street, the aroma of roasted coffee beans and baked goods drifted through the air. A small café sat nestled between two buildings, its exterior painted a soft navy blue. A chalkboard sign out front listed drinks in neat, looping handwriting.

Pendulyn slowed her pace. 

“Ooh, a café! Want to stop for a bit?”

You weren’t in a hurry at the moment. And a break sounded good. 

“Sure.”

Inside, the café had a warm, cozy feel. Soft lantern light flickered against the walls, and the scent of fresh bread lingered in the air. A few customers sat at round wooden tables, some chatting, others quietly reading.

A waiter approached with a polite smile. 

“Welcome! What can I get you two?”

Pendulyn tapped her chin.

“Hmm. Just a glass of water, please.”

The waiter blinked. 

“And… anything else with your water?”

She grinned. 

“Just ice.”

You raised an eyebrow at her, but the waiter just nodded, jotting it down. 

“And for you?”

“Just a hot chocolate.” 

You said simply. You didn’t see any pictures of Berry juice on the menu. And… you’re not really good at reading small letters. You’re not blind, they just jumble together when they’re so close together like that.

The waiter disappeared into the back, leaving you to settle into your seats. Pendulyn stretched her arms with a sigh. 

“Ahh, this is nice. I love finding little cafés like this.”

You leaned back, arms crossed. 

“Didn’t think you’d just order water, though.”

She chuckled. 

“I know, it’s kinda weird. I actually love tea, but I’m trying to cut down on sugar.”

You frowned slightly. 

“What, sugar makes you sick or something?”

She nodded. 

“Yeah. If I have too much, I start feeling awful. It’s a shame because there are so many delicious sweet teas out there.”

You considered that for a moment. 

“So you just avoid it completely?”

She sighed, resting her chin in her palm. 

“Mostly. Sometimes I slip up and get something sugary, but I always end up regretting it.” 

She perked up slightly. 

“I do drink plain tea, though! Just… without sweeteners.”

You took a sip of your hot chocolate when it arrived. 

“Guess that makes sense.”

Pendulyn smiled as she stirred the ice in her water with her straw. 

“Anyway, enough about me. What about you? You have any foods or drinks you can’t have?”

You shrugged. 

“Not that I’m aware of, no.”

She pouted playfully. 

“Well, that just isn’t fair.”

You flashed her a smug grin, so quickly one would be mistaken for imagining it. 

The two of you continued chatting as you enjoyed the quiet atmosphere of the café, the city bustling just outside the door.

Just as you were finishing your drinks, the distant roar of a motorcycle engine rumbled through the street. It grew louder until it came to a sudden stop just outside the café.

Pendulyn turned toward the window, eyes widening with interest. 

“Oh? Someone else is here.”

You didn’t have to look to know what she meant. A moment later, the café door swung open, and in walked a tall, broad shouldered figure clad in a dark riding jacket with flames on the back and bottom, and fingerless gloves. 

Their helmet, was black and adorned with red and orange streaks, was tucked under one arm, revealing a confident smirk and a mess of dark green hair. Behind them, trailing somewhat hesitantly, was a boy.

He looked about your age, or maybe a little older. About twelve or thirteen. 

He had smooth white hair that curved neatly around his head, almost like a shell. It also had an orange hair clip, shaped in a symbol commonly associated with bug Pokemon. He seemed to be staring at the floor, avoiding looking anyone in the eye. His hands were shoved deep into the pockets of his oversized teal hoodie.

The biker approached the counter with a smug sort of confidence, while the boy hovered a few steps behind.

You already didn't like man. The way he carried himself, just didn’t gel with you. 

The boy, you didn’t care about much. He looked like he practically wanted to fade from existence, with how he was shrunken in on himself.

Pendulyn nudged your arm. 

“I’m going to go say hi.”

You rolled your eyes. Of course she was.

You leaned back in your seat, watching as she sauntered over to the motorcyclist, all smiles and curiosity. That left you alone. With the kid.

The boy, shifted uncomfortably, clearly unsure of where to stand now that his guardian was engaged in conversation. Unfortunately for both of you, Pendulyn’s curiosity meant she and the biker had completely forgotten the rest of the world. 

Which left the kid standing awkwardly near your table.

You sighed through your nose and looked away, hoping he’d take the hint and not try to talk. He didn’t. In fact, he barely moved at all, standing stiff like he was trying to be as small as possible.

After a few moments, you glanced at him. He caught your gaze and flinched slightly, before quickly looking down.

Right. One of those kids.

Pendulyn’s voice carried from the counter. 

“You tour around a lot? How interesting! You must have seen all kinds of places.”

The man laughed, all smug and pompous-like. It already got on your nerves, and he just got here.

“Yeah, me and the kid here ride all over. Figure if he’s gonna grow up somewhere, might as well see all of it first.”

Said kid remained silent.

Pendulyn nodded enthusiastically. 

“That’s such a wonderful idea! Billy and I are traveling too! Oh! Billy-”

Oh no.

She turned toward you with a bright, expectant smile.

“Chitin seems kinda shy! You should talk to him, maybe be his friend!”

So that was his name?

You exhaled sharply. 

“No thanks.”

Pendulyn frowned. 

“Won’t you at least try?”

“No.”

Chitin tensed slightly, gaze still locked on the floor.

Pendulyn gave you a concerned look, mixed with a look of disappointment, then shrugged and went back to talking to the greaser wannabe.

Did she think you needed friends or something??

Chitin was still standing there. Near you.

Fantastic…

You stared blankly at the table, willing time to pass faster.

After another minute of tense silence, Chitin hesitantly shifted his weight. 

“Um. You’re… traveling too?”

His voice was quiet. 

You kept your expression neutral. 

“Yeah.”

He nodded once, almost imperceptibly.

Silence again.

You drummed your fingers against your arm.

Chitin stole a glance at you, then quickly looked away again. He wasn’t trying to start a conversation. He was just responding, because he thought it was polite. That much was obvious.

You could work with that.

So, you didn’t say anything else.

And neither did he.

Perfect.

Over at the counter, you finally overheard the name of the guy Pendulyn was talking to. It was Rey.

Rey was still chatting with Pendulyn, his smirk ever present as he leaned casually against the surface. His whole demeanor oozed a kind of self assured pride, that you were sure some hopeless fool out there found cool, but it did nothing for you.

Pendulyn, of course, seemed actually interested in whatever stories he was spinning.

Rey chuckled, adjusting his gloves. 

“Y’know, traveling around on a motorcycle, you learn a lotta things. Like, did you know motorcycles can’t stand on their own?”

Pendulyn tilted her head. 

“Oh?”

Rey grinned. 

“Yeah. They’re two-tired.”

Silence.

Pendulyn blinked. 

“…Huh?”

Rey rocked back on his heels, still grinning. 

“Two-tired. Too tired. ‘Cause, y’know, they have two wheels.”

Pendulyn processed that for a second. 

“Ohhh.”

But she didn’t laugh.

You, unfortunately, overheard the entire thing.

Chitin also heard it, if the slight twitch of his shoulders meant anything. But he didn’t react otherwise.

Rey, undeterred by the lack of laughter, forged ahead. 

“Alright, alright, I got another one.” 

He leaned in slightly, smirk growing wider. 

“Why don’t motorcycles ever get lost?”

Pendulyn hesitated. 

“…Why?”

“‘Cause they always handle directions well.”

More silence.

Pendulyn gave a polite little “Ah.” Like she wasn’t sure if she was supposed to laugh or not.

Chitin, meanwhile, looked like he was trying to make himself even smaller.

Rey, still convinced of his own comedic genius, pushed onward. He turned slightly toward Chitin this time.

“Okay, okay, one more. Kid, you’ll like this one.”

Chitin stiffened.

“What do you call a motorcycle that likes to tell jokes?”

“Um…”

Chitin mumbled, but didn’t really answer.

Rey grinned. 

“A punchopper.”

Nothing.

Absolute, suffocating silence.

Even Pendulyn, who usually humored people, had nothing to say to that one.

Chitin was smiling awkwardly, but it seemed more like he was trying not to hurt his dad’s feelings.

Rey scanned the café like he was expecting someone, anyone, to at least giggle.

Nothing.

He let out a breath, shaking his head. 

“Tough crowd.”

You took a slow sip of your hot chocolate.

Chitin stared at the floor again.

Pendulyn gave an awkward chuckle. 

“Well! That’s, uh, certainly an… interesting collection of jokes!”

Rey shrugged. 

“Eh, you win some, you lose some.”

From the way he adjusted his jacket and cleared his throat, though, you could tell the absolute void of reaction had bruised his ego at least a little.

Good.

You’d heckle him, but you were sure Pendulyn would scold you for it. And you weren’t in the mood to listen to that. Second hand embarrassment was already enough.

Pendulyn, ever the diplomat, steered the conversation away from Rey’s terrible humor with a bright tone.

“So, we’re actually on our way to Copperlock Town next!”

Rey perked up, folding his arms. 

“Oh yeah? What for?”

Pendulyn’s smile dimmed slightly, her usual enthusiasm giving way to something more serious. 

“Well… Billy and I are on a bit of a mission. We’re looking for someone. Her name’s Delphine.”

At the mention of that name, you tensed. Even Chitin seemed to sense the shift in mood, his fingers twitching in the pocket of his hoodie.

Rey, however, just raised an eyebrow. 

“Delphine, huh? Sounds fancy.”

Pendulyn exhaled. 

“Not really. She’s-” 

She hesitated, glancing at you before continuing.

 “-someone we need to talk to. A long overdue conversation, let’s put it that way.”

Rey considered that, then grinned. 

“Well, well, well. Sounds like you’re on a serious mission, huh?” 

He rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck. 

“Sounds exciting. If you’re headed to Copperlock, I wouldn’t mind tagging along.”

You immediately regretted being here.

Pendulyn blinked in surprise. 

“Oh? Really?”

Rey smirked. 

“Sure. I don’t mind helpin’ a pretty lady.”

You gagged. Out loud.

Chitin startled, eyes widening slightly at your very visceral reaction.

Pendulyn, on the other hand, didn’t seem fazed. She just laughed, waving a hand.

“Oh, come on now!”

Rey winked. 

“What? Can’t blame me for speakin’ the truth.”

You gagged again, more exaggerated this time.

Pendulyn playfully nudged your arm. 

“Oh, hush.”

You gave her a deadpan look. 

“Gross.”

Rey just chuckled. 

“You’ll understand when you’re older, kid.”

You leveled him with a glare. 

“I understand just fine, and it’s gross.”

Pendulyn giggled, while Rey simply shrugged, completely unfazed. 

“Suit yourself.”

Chitin, meanwhile, was standing there like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole. He had the same energy as someone caught in a conversation they had no idea how to escape from.

You felt that.

You groaned, rubbing your temples. 

“Can we just go to the subway already? The sooner we get to Copperlock, the better.”

“Oh.. Alright then.”

Pendulyn said, as if not entirely ready to leave, but she seemed to notice how uncomfortable you were.

…

The walk to the subway station was filled with an uncomfortable mixture of Pendulyn’s optimism, and your growing sense of frustration. 

You just wanted to get to the subway station. Get on the train. Get to Copperlock Town. It wasn’t that complicated.

Or at least, it shouldn’t have been.

The station had the usual crowd. Commuters, travelers, and those just looking for a warm place to loiter. You ignored all of them, making a beeline for the ticket kiosk. 

You didn’t need some annoying conversation. You needed a destination.

Except the big digital display overhead had other plans.

“NOTICE: Due to an accident on the track, service to Copperlock Town has been temporarily suspended. Please check for alternate routes.”

You froze, the words sinking in like a lead weight in your stomach. Your eye twitched.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Pendulyn came up behind you, peering at the sign with a thoughtful hum. 

“Oh, wow. That’s very unfortunate…”

“Yeah. ‘Unfortunate’.”

You deadpanned.

Pendulyn, unbothered by your simmering irritation, tapped at the kiosk screen. 

“Let’s see where else we can go… Ooo, Tinslin Town! That isn’t too far from Copperlock.”

You clenched your jaw. You didn’t WANT to go to Tinslin. He wanted to go to Copperlock!

But it wasn’t like you had a choice.

“Fine. Let’s just get the stupid tickets.”

Before Pendulyn could respond, a familiar and very unwelcome voice chimed in.

You stiffened. Your gaze flicked over a station table, where Rey was leaning against the counter, arms crossed, that stupid smirk still plastered across his face.

Great.

Pendulyn, of course, seemed delighted. 

“Oh! Rey, you’re still here!”

“Figured I’d grab a coffee before heading out, and meeting up with you. Guess I’ll be changing routes too. Tinslin’s not a bad detour.”

Rey said easily. 

You narrowed your eyes. 

“You’re going to Tinslin?”

Rey shrugged. 

“Hey, why not? Sounds like you guys could use an extra pair of hands.”

No. No, they absolutely did not need an extra pair of hands.

Chitin shuffled awkwardly behind Rey, probably wondering if he should even be here. Honestly, you were wondering the same thing.

You exhaled through your nose, already feeling a headache creeping in. 

“Do whatever you want.”

Pendulyn, as usual, saw no issue with this. 

“The more, the merrier, right?”

You didn’t even bother answering. You just turned back to the kiosk and bought your ticket. The sooner you got on the damned train, the better.

The train ride to Tinslin Town was already shaping up to be a disaster.

You got on the train, and took a window seat, arms crossed, staring out at the tunnel walls as the train rumbled forward. Pendulyn, plopped down next to you, with a sort of contained energy. Rey slid into the seat across from you both, stretching out like he owned the place, while Chitin awkwardly squeezed in next to him, clearly wishing he could disappear.

You wished you could disappear too.

The first few minutes of the ride were, mercifully, silent. The steady clatter of the tracks filled the space, and for a moment, you thought, maybe even hoped, that maybe, just maybe, everyone would just sit quietly and let the trip pass without incident.

That was, of course, too much to ask for.

“So? What’s the deal with this Delphine chick?”

Rey started, leaning forward with that ever present, smug smirk.

Your grip on your arm tightened.

Pendulyn, unfazed, hummed to herself as she formulated an answer.

“It’s… complicated.”

Rey raised an eyebrow. 

“Complicated how?”

Pendulyn hesitated, glancing at you.

You glared at her. 

Do not say anything.

Pendulyn, of course, immediately said something. Keeping it vague, as if that made it any better.

“She’s someone we need to talk to. Someone important.”

Rey snorted. 

“Vague. Sounds dramatic.”

You gritted your teeth together. 

“It’s none of your business.”

Rey held up his hands in mock surrender. 

“Hey, just making conversation.”

“You don’t need to.”

Pendulyn patted your shoulder sympathetically. 

“Come on, Billy, there’s no need to be so grumpy.”

“I am grumpy. And if things keep up the way they’re going, it may as well be my trademark.”

You muttered. 

Pendulyn just smiled like that was endearing.

Rey, meanwhile, leaned back with a shrug. 

“Fine, fine. No prying. I get it. But you can’t blame me for being curious. You all seem like an… interesting bunch.”

Chitin, who had been silent this whole time, still looked like he wanted to shrink into his hoodie.

You sighed, rubbing your temples. This was going to be a long ride.

The train rumbled on, the steady clatter of the tracks filling the tense silence that followed Rey’s last comment. You stared out the window, watching as the dark tunnel walls rushed by, wishing you could focus on anything other than the fact that Rey was still here, still sitting across from you, still breathing the same air.

Pendulyn, didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. She hummed under her breath, idly swinging her legs like this was just another pleasant trip.

Chitin, on the other hand, was doing his best impression of a shadow, practically curling into himself as he pressed against the side of his seat.

And Rey? Rey had the audacity to relax. Like he belonged here. Like he was actually part of this.

You hated it.

Then Rey opened his mouth.

“So, what’s the deal with Tinslin Town, anyway? Anything fun to do there?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t care. You weren’t supposed to be going to Tinslin in the first place.

Pendulyn perked up. 

“Oh! I heard it’s a lovely place. Quiet, compared to cities like Buranil or Lunaley. It has many old buildings, and there’s a popular boot camp there. The Gym Leader there, Nada, runs an intense training program. Many people go there to strengthen themselves and their Pokémon.”

You rolled your eyes. 

“We’re not there for sightseeing.”

You already did enough of that, while in Lunaley, and now you’re behind. Any more time wasting, and that’s more time for Delphine to take your home.

Pendulyn nudged you playfully. 

“No, but that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy ourselves a little.”

You didn’t dignify that with a response.

Rey chuckled. 

“Man, you’re really wound up, huh?”

You turned your glare on him. 

“Drop it.”

He smirked. 

“Hey, no judgment. Just an observation.”

You clenched your jaw, biting back the dozen retorts you wanted to spit at him.

Chitin, who had been silent this entire time, finally mumbled something under his breath.

“Huh?” 

Rey turned to him.

Chitin shifted slightly. 

“I heard it’s um… really strict.”

Pendulyn nodded enthusiastically. 

“Oh, yes! From what I’ve heard, Nada is all about discipline, endurance, and pushing people to their limits! Some say her training sessions make people cry.”

Chitin’s fingers twitched against the hem of his hoodie. 

“Oh…”

Rey let out a low whistle. 

“Well, well, well. Sounds like a challenge. Might be fun to check it out.”

You rolled your eyes. 

“Fun is not the word I’d use.”

Pendulyn patted your arm. 

“Oh, Billy, cheer up! There’s nothing wrong with a little discipline.“

You gave her a flat look. 

“I am plenty disciplined. I just don’t want to be here.”

Rey chuckled. 

“Man, you’re a tough nut to crack.”

“You could always stop trying.”

Chitin sank further into his seat. Pendulyn just smiled like you were being charming, instead of completely irritated. Rey, of course, was entirely undeterred.

Chitin hesitated, then spoke a little louder. 

“I think… Tinslin’s supposed to be colder this time of year. Right?”

Pendulyn gasped. 

“Oh! That’s right! I should’ve brought a warmer coat.”

Rey winked at her. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll keep ya warm.”

You gagged. Again.

Chitin shrunk even further into his seat.

Pendulyn just laughed. 

“Oh, stop it.”

You rubbed your temples, sighing. 

“I swear to Arceus, if you flirt the entire way there, I will throw myself off this train.”

Rey grinned. 

“Now that’d be a real dramatic way to make an exit.”

You were already regretting everything.

The train continued forward, carrying you all toward Tinslin Town. Whether you liked it or not.

The train’s rumble gradually faded as you all pulled into the station at the outskirts of Tinslin Town. You stepped off the train with a heavy sigh, wishing you could just vanish into the cold morning air. 

The platform was sparse, lined with a few tired benches and a flickering sign that read-

“Tinslin Town – Welcome.” 

The chill that hit you wasn’t entirely unpleasant, but it was a stark reminder that we were no longer in Lunaley City.

Pendulyn was already gathering her things, her eyes bright with the thrill of travel, despite the low temperature. 

“Alright, Billy, let’s get moving. Tinslin Town is just ahead.”

She said softly.

You grunted in response. 

You had wanted to go straight to Copperlock Town, but the detour through Tinslin was now your only option. You glanced over at Rey, who was still lounging near the exit, and at Chitin, who shuffled near his seat. None of them made the journey easier.

You stepped out into the crisp morning. The outskirts of Tinslin Town were quiet. A stark contrast to the bustling streets of Lunaley. Old stone buildings and frosted roofs hinted at the town’s rustic charm. A few locals wrapped in heavy coats, hurried along the narrow lanes, and in the distance, you could just make out a sign pointing toward a boot camp.

Pendulyn glanced at you, with a warm smile softening her features. 

“I know you’re not thrilled about the detour, but look at this place. Isn’t it a little charming?”

You just sighed, not really answering right away. 

Charm wasn’t going to get Delphine off your back, and you weren't here for sightseeing. 

“We’re here to get some answers, not to enjoy the scenery…”

Rey, leaning casually against a lamppost near the station entrance, piped up as if he couldn’t resist another jab. 

“Hey, maybe Nada’s boot camp will whip you into shape. Who knows, Billy, you might even enjoy a little discipline.” 

His tone was smug, his earlier jokes replaced by a teasing challenge.

You also hated him calling you Billy. That was Pendulyn’s nickname for you, not his. He doesn’t get to call you that.

You shot him a glare that could curdle milk. 

“Keep your mouth shut.”

Chitin fidgeted, his eyes flicking between us. You couldn’t blame him for wanting to stay out of it.

Pendulyn placed a gentle hand on your arm. 

“Let’s just focus on our mission, okay? We need to gather any information we can about Delphine while we’re here. Once we’re done at the station, we can ask around or even check in with the boot camp.” 

Her voice was calm, practical. Exactly what you needed right now.

You nodded, though inside you seethed with frustration. 

You wanted to get to Copperlock Town. You didn’t need detours or distractions. But if this was your only option, you’d play along. At least until you could confront Delphine, and put an end to her plans for Mirage Orchard.

Together, you all collected your few belongings and started down a narrow, cobblestone lane leading away from the station. The town’s early morning hush was punctuated by the distant clanging of a blacksmith’s hammer and the soft murmur of locals greeting the day.

 In the distance, you could see a large sign.

“Tinslin Boot Camp – Under Gym Leader Nada.”

Pendulyn’s eyes lit up. 

“That’s the one! We can ask Nada’s some things. Maybe she’s heard something about Delphine’s recent moves.”

She said, her voice a mixture of excitement and determination.

You grumbled to yourself, but the plan made sense. Delphine had to be stopped, and if Tinslin Town was the closest point of contact by subway, then it was where you had to start.

You adjusted your hat firmly on your head.

“Alright. Let’s see what Tinslin Town has to offer.”

Rey ambled beside you two, still smirking as if the world were his personal playground, and Chitin trailed behind, his eyes downcast. 

You weren’t happy about the company, but there was no turning back now.

You all continued down the lane, the soft crunch of your footsteps the only sound in the cool morning air. Each step took you closer to Tinslin Town, and closer to confronting Delphine, whatever that would entail.

As you came around the bend, the promise of a small, bustling town came into view, its charm unmistakable despite the early hour. 

You forced yourself to focus on the mission ahead, with your frustration simmering beneath the surface. With Pendulyn’s steady presence beside you and the detour to Tinslin Town now set in motion, there was only one thing left to do. 

Step forward and get to work.

Chapter Text

The boot camp was hard to miss.

Past the quaint stone buildings and winding roads of Tinslin Town, the structure stood like a fortress. High wooden walls, banners emblazoned with the town’s Gym insignia, and a long dirt path leading to a gated entrance. The scent of sweat and cold iron filled the air, mingling with the distant sound of barked commands and the rhythmic pounding of boots against the ground.

Pendulyn, undeterred as always, took the lead, practically bouncing as she approached the gate. You followed, hands shoved deep into your pockets, while Rey sauntered along behind you, still looking like he found all of this amusing. Chitin lagged further back, gaze darting around nervously, like he expected someone to pop out, and shout at him at any moment.

A large sign loomed over the entrance: 

“Tinslin Boot Camp – Under Gym Leader Nada.”

Before you could even reach for the gate, it swung open.

A woman stepped out.

Tall. Broad shouldered. Every movement deliberate, every inch of her looking like she had weathered countless storms. Her white dreadlocks were pulled back, and her piercing, heterochromatic eyes, one blue, one yellow, swept over your group with a gaze sharp enough to cut stone. She looked less like a Gym Leader and more like a soldier who had long since outlasted the battlefield.

This had to be Nada.

She crossed her arms, her voice low and unimpressed.

 “You lot don’t look like trainees.”

Pendulyn, unfazed, offered a bright smile. 

“Good morning! Yes you’re right, we’re not here for training, but we were hoping we could speak with you.”

Nada didn’t blink. 

“If you’re not here to train, then you’re wasting my time.”

Pendulyn stiffened, however she pressed on. 

“We’re looking for information on someone. Delphine. She’s been making moves recently, and we were hoping you might have heard some information.”

Nada’s expression didn’t change, but her eyes flicked between you all, scrutinizing. For a moment, there was silence. Only the distant sounds of shouting and stomping from within the boot camp.

Then she scoffed.

“Delphine? You think I have time to keep up with politics? I don’t deal with people like her. I deal with people who want to make something of themselves. People who come here to push their limits.”

She shook her head, then turned on her heel, already stepping back toward the camp. 

“If you’re looking for gossip, go bother someone else.”

Rey, ever the nuisance, clicked his tongue and took a step forward.

“Aw, c’mon, don’t be like that! We came all this way, and you’re just gonna send us packing? What if I told you a joke? A real good one.”

He said, arms spread wide in mock innocence. 

Nada didn’t stop walking.

Rey, undeterred, grinned. 

“Alright, alright. What do you call a Pokémon that loves to hit the gym?”

Nada didn’t respond.

Rey’s smirk widened. 

“Machoke on these gains.”

A thick, unbearable silence followed.

Nada kept walking.

You let out a long, slow sigh through your nose, barely restraining the urge to throw yourself into the dirt and let the cold, uncaring ground swallow you whole. 

You wish someone would end your suffering.

Pendulyn blinked. Then smiled, as if realizing belatedly that this was the part where she was supposed to react. 

“Ahaha! Oh, I get it! Machoke! Like… the muscles! Because it’s strong!”

“That’s the spirit, sweetheart.” 

Rey said, pleased.

Nada was almost to the boot camp’s entrance now.

Rey took that as a challenge.

“Okay, okay, wait, I got another one. Why did the Fighting type Pokémon refuse to spar?”

He said, trotting after her.

Nada stepped inside the gate.

Rey, ever committed, answered his own joke. 

“Because it didn’t wanna wrestle with its emotions!”

Silence.

Nada was closing the gate behind her.

Pendulyn, now determined to participate, gasped dramatically. 

“Ohhh! Because ‘wrestle’ is a double meaning!”

Rey snapped his fingers. 

“See? You’re catching on.”

Chitin, who had been watching this slow moving disaster unfold, made a sound. A breathy, tiny chuckle that barely even counted as one.

It was enough to make Rey beam.

“See? At least someone appreciates good comedy.”

Nada, now half hidden behind the gate, exhaled through her nose, then turned, giving Rey a flat, unreadable look.

“You really want my help?”

Rey winked. 

“That was kinda the whole point, yeah.”

Nada studied him for a moment. Then, with deliberate slowness, she said, 

“If you want something from me, you can earn it the same way everyone else does.”

Rey cocked his head. 

“Oh? You mean-”

“Training starts at dawn. You last the day, and then we’ll talk.”

Nada interrupted, already turning away. 

The gate slammed shut behind her.

Rey whistled, hands on his hips. 

“Welp. That’s one way to get someone’s attention.”

You finally broke your silence, staring at him with dead, exhausted eyes. 

“I hate you so much.”

Chitin, at least, tried to be optimistic. 

“It’s, um… not the worst outcome?”

Pendulyn clapped her hands together. 

“This is great! We get to experience Nada’s training and get the information we need!”

You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. Why did it always end up like this?

Rey slung an arm around your shoulders. 

“Cheer up, Billy. Think of it this way! If you survive, maybe you’ll get some muscles to joke about.”

You elbowed him off of you.

Tomorrow was going to be hell.

As the reality of what awaited you in the morning set in, you dragged yourself away from the boot camp’s gates, the weight of impending suffering already settling in your bones. The rest of the group followed, though with varying levels of enthusiasm. Pendulyn practically radiated excitement, Rey had a smug expression, Chitin looked resigned to his fate, and you? 

Well, you felt about ready to walk into the nearest body of water and never come out.

“We need somewhere to stay for the night. Preferably somewhere that doesn’t involve sharing a single room with him.” 

You muttered, rubbing your temples. 

You pointed a thumb at Rey, who faked a dramatic gasp.

“I’m hurt, Billy. Absolutely wounded. I would’ve been the perfect roommate.”

He said, clutching his chest.

“No.” 

you deadpanned.

Rey chuckled stupidly to himself.

“Eh, it’s fine. Was planning on bunking with the kid anyway.”

Chitin smiled meekly up at his dad.

Pendulyn hummed in thought. 

“Well, there was an inn near the station. That could work?”

Chitin perked up. 

“Oh! I…think I saw a sign for it earlier? ‘The Stalwart Stoutland,’ right?”

Rey snapped his fingers. 

“That’s the one! Sounds cozy.”

You grumbled something under your breath, wishing the inn would collapse before you got there.

It didn’t take long to find it. Tucked between a few old stone buildings, The Stalwart Stoutland had the kind of worn down charm, that suggested it had been there for generations. A small wooden sign swung gently above the entrance, the carved image of a Stoutland looking particularly grizzled.

The inside was warm, with dim lighting and the scent of something hearty cooking in the back. A handful of patrons sat at tables, chatting over food and drinks, and behind the counter stood the innkeeper. A sturdy older man with graying hair and the kind of no nonsense expression, that said he’d seen too much nonsense in his lifetime.

He gave your group a once over as you approached. 

“Rooms?”

“Yes, please.” 

Pendulyn responded cheerfully.

“How many? Two, three?”

You didn’t even hesitate. 

“Three.”

Rey chuckled. 

“Aw, not feeling up for a little bonding time, Billy?”

“I will sleep outside, before I share a room with you.”

The innkeeper sighed, like he didn’t get paid enough for this, then handed over three keys. 

“Dinner’s still being served if you’re hungry. Breakfast is at dawn.”

Dawn. The same time Nada’s hellish training would start.

You swallowed your misery and took the key.

After a quick meal, where Rey continued to make terrible jokes, Pendulyn continuing to try and understand them, Chitin continuing to laugh nervously, and you continuing to silently beg for divine intervention, you finally collapsed into bed.

Tomorrow was going to be hell.

But at least, for now, you could pretend it wasn’t coming.

…

You woke up to the sound of something pounding against wood.

For one blissful second, you thought it was just part of a dream. Maybe the sound of some distant construction or an inconsiderate guest slamming their door too hard. But then it came again, sharp and unrelenting, rattling the old frame of your room.

Someone was knocking. No. Banging on your door.

You groaned, rolling over and burying your face into the pillow. Maybe if you ignored it, they’d go away.

No such luck.

“Yo Billy! Rise and shine!” 

Rey’s voice rang through the door, annoyingly energetic for this ungodly hour.

You still hated him calling you that. It was the one positive thing you had from this whole situation, and you weren’t happy about him using it.

“It’s boot camp day! Time to start suffering!”

You let out something between a groan and a whimper.

“Go away.” 

You mumbled into the pillow.

“No can do. We’ve got a date with hell, and I refuse to let you be late for your own funeral.”

You considered throwing something at the door. Instead, you settled for dragging yourself up with the grace of a dying Slowpoke, rubbing your face as you squinted at the weak morning light filtering through the window. Dawn. Just as the innkeeper had warned.

With every ounce of dread possible, you got dressed and shuffled your way downstairs.

Pendulyn was already at the table, somehow looking refreshed and excited, sipping something that smelled herbal. Chitin sat beside her, looking equally awake but much less thrilled, idly poking at a piece of toast. Rey, on the other hand, looked way too smug as he leaned back in his chair, feet kicked up on the empty seat next to him.

You glared at him.

“I hate you.”

“I know.” 

He said calmly, still with that smug grin, waving you over.

Breakfast passed in a blur, mostly consisting of you trying to mentally prepare yourself for whatever horrors Nada had in store. No one knew much about the boot camp itself. Just that Nada had a reputation for pushing people to their absolute limit. And then pushing them some more.

It was going to be a long, painful day.

Eventually, there was no more stalling.

The four of you made your way back to the camp’s entrance, where a handful of other unlucky souls were already waiting. Some looked eager, some looked nervous, and a few, like you, looked like they were regretting every decision that led them here.

And then, as the sun crested just a little higher, she arrived.

Nada.

She strode onto the training grounds with a presence that could silence a battlefield, her posture sharp, her gaze sharper. She wasn’t particularly large, but something about her presence felt immense. Like a storm waiting to break. Her hair was tied back, her uniform crisp, and when she stopped in front of the group, she looked over all of you like she was already disappointed.

“Welcome. To those of you who came here thinking this would be a fun little experience, you are wrong. To those of you who came here expecting a challenge, you are right, but you are still not prepared.”

She said, her voice level but firm.

Your stomach dropped.

“Your limits will be tested. Your skills will be broken down and rebuilt. You will leave here stronger than you ever thought possible… or you will leave here in defeat. There is no in-between.”

Pendulyn was practically vibrating in excitement beside you. Rey was grinning like this was the best entertainment he’d had in years. Chitin looked like he wanted to sink into the earth.

And you?

You had never wanted to run away more in your life.

If anything, you were staying out of spite now. You weren’t going to bend easily. You woke up at early hours, to do manual labor at an orchard for months now. 

Even if this wouldn’t be easy, you can’t turn back. Meaning you now had to do it. And if it’s something you have to do, then it’s something you’ll do right.

While you were mentally preparing yourself, you heard a whisper from Chitin, that caught you off guard.

“…I don’t like fighting…”

No one else seemed to take notice. It WAS pretty quiet. You barely heard it yourself, and you’re right next to him. Against your will, mind you.

It didn’t really surprise you. Chitin didn’t seem like the sort to get into conflict. Avoid it entirely, if anything.

Still… somehow it took you off guard. But you shook it off.

No need to get tangled up in other people’s business.

Nada’s eyes swept over the group like a predator sizing up its prey.

“You will be pushed beyond what you think you’re capable of. Some of you will break. Some of you will wish you had.”

Your hands clenched at your sides. 

You didn’t plan on breaking. Not today. Not because of her. You still had a whole politician to get through.

“Now. Let’s begin.”

She said, cracking her knuckles. 

…

It started with running. A lot of running.

Nada led the group through a brutal course that weaved through the boot camp grounds. Gravel paths, steep inclines, thick patches of uneven dirt that made every step feel heavier. You weren’t unfit, you had worked at the orchard long enough to have some endurance, but this was different. This was calculated exhaustion.

Pendulyn kept pace like she was having the time of her life, practically bouncing through the course. Rey wasn’t struggling either, though he was clearly pacing himself, conserving energy. Chitin, however, was already breathing hard a few minutes in, his legs struggling to keep up with the grueling pace.

Nada barked out orders.

“Move faster! You stop, you do it again!”

No one wanted to be the reason the group had to start over. You pushed forward, ignoring the burn creeping up your legs.

Chitin tripped.

You saw it happen out of the corner of your eye. His foot caught against a loose rock, sending him stumbling forward onto his hands and knees. He let out a sharp gasp, more from shock than pain.

Nada was on him in an instant.

“Get up.” 

Chitin scrambled back to his feet, eyes downcast. Nada studied him for a moment, then glanced at the rest of you.

“Learn to keep your footing. The world isn’t kind to those who fall.”

She said flatly.

You bit back a retort and kept running.

The second you finished the run, Nada moved on like you hadn’t just spent the last eternity sprinting for your life. She wasted no time before pushing you all into drills. Stamina exercises, strength training, reaction speed tests, that felt more like dodging attacks than practice. She wasn’t just training you physically. She was testing you.

By the time the sun was high in the sky, your arms and legs felt like lead. You weren’t the only one. Even Pendulyn, as eager as she was, was breathing harder than usual.

Chitin, meanwhile, looked miserable. He was quiet. Well, quieter than usual. You noticed the way he rubbed at his arm, the way his shoulders hunched inward. He didn’t belong here, and he knew it.

Nada called for a short break, giving everyone time to drink water and catch their breath. You took the opportunity to sit against a tree, trying to ignore the way your muscles ached.

Then, without thinking, you spoke.

“You okay?”

Chitin flinched, looking up at you like he hadn’t expected anyone to say a word to him.

“…Y-Yeah.”  

He muttered, though his voice lacked any real conviction.

You didn’t push it. If he wanted to pretend he was fine, that was his problem.

Still, the way he had whispered ’I don’t like fighting’ earlier stuck with you.

Why was he even here?

You glanced at Rey, who had been keeping an eye on his kid this whole time. He wasn’t intervening, but he wasn’t relaxed either. There was something in his expression. Something unreadable.

Before you could think too much about it, Nada clapped her hands together.

“Break’s over.”

Great.

Nada led the group to a sparring ring. You were too tired to even be surprised.

“Combat training. This will test your instincts. Your adaptability. Your will to fight.” 

Her eyes landed on Chitin for half a second longer than necessary. He looked away.

One by one, people were paired off. Pendulyn was matched with some poor soul who clearly had no idea what they were doing, and it wasn’t much of a fight. Rey was paired with someone competent, and though he held back, he still had that insufferable smirk like he was just having fun.

Then you heard your name.

You turned to see your opponent.

Chitin.

Your stomach dropped.

Nada watched, her arms crossed. 

“Begin.”

Chitin hesitated. He didn’t move. He just stared at you in abstract horror.

You didn’t want to do this either, but there was no getting out of it. You had to fight him. He had to fight you.

You both stood there, neither of you making the first move.

Nada’s voice cut through the tense silence.

“If you refuse to fight, I will make this harder for you.”

Chitin winced. His hands curled into weak fists. He still didn’t attack.

You exhaled sharply, rolling your shoulders.

Fine. If it was something you had to do, then you’d do it right.

You took the first step forward.

Chitin shook his head from side to side, more and more the closer you approached. 

His hands twitched at his sides. He looked at you, then at his own fingers, as if afraid of what they might do.

“I-I can’t...” 

Chitin stammered.

Nada clicked her tongue. 

“You can. And you will.”

Chitin’s breath hitched, and for a moment, you weren’t sure if he was about to bolt or break down. His fingers flexed, then curled into trembling fists.

“I don’t want to hurt you…” 

He whispered.

That stopped you in your tracks.

He wasn’t afraid of getting hit. He was afraid of hitting you.

..??

Your mind reeled. You had seen plenty of people who didn’t like fighting. You weren’t exactly a fan of fighting for no reason either. But this was different. This wasn’t fear of pain or defeat. This was something else. This was something deeper.

Nada was still watching, waiting for someone to make a move.

You looked back at Chitin’s trembling figure. His eyes filled with a kind of desperation, that managed to make even your cynical disposition twist with a kind of sympathy.

You made your decision.

You dropped your stance and sighed, loud enough to be heard. 

“I’m not fighting you.”

Nada’s expression didn’t change, but there was a flicker of something. Annoyance, maybe.

“You don’t get to make that choice.”

“Yeah, I do.” 

You crossed your arms, shifting your weight. 

“I’m not here to beat up someone who doesn’t want to fight.”

Chitin’s wide eyes darted between you and Nada. He looked like he expected the sky to cave in from your defiance.

Nada’s eyes bore into you for an uncomfortably long moment. Then, finally, she turned away.

“Fine. You’re not exempt. I’ll deal with you later.”

That was probably a bad sign.

But you didn’t regret it.

Nada moved on, calling up the next pair. You could feel Chitin shaking beside you, fists still clenched. His breathing was uneven, like he was trying to hold something back.

You leaned in slightly.

“We’re talking about this later.”

Chitin flinched. 

“I-I don’t-”

“Later.” 

You repeated, firm but not unkind. 

“Not here. Not now. But we are talking.”

Chitin swallowed hard and gave the smallest, barely there nod.

Good enough. For now.

Nada wasn’t done with you yet.

“If you won’t fight each other, then you’ll at least train your Pokémon properly. I expect full participation.”

With that, she gestured sharply, and the other trainers around you reached for their pokéballs.

You sighed. Fine. That, at least, you could do.

You unclipped Pezuña’s pokéball and released her in a flash of light. The Mudbray landed with a solid thud, shaking out her mane and letting out a snort before blinking up at you, her ears twitching.

Pendulyn released her Aegislash, the gleaming blade hovering effortlessly beside her, the deep purple eye in its shield watching everything with eerie calm. Rey’s Krokorok stretched the second it hit the ground, cracking its knuckles, before grinning, looking far too eager to start.

And then there was Chitin.

He hesitated, fingers hovering over his pokéball for just a second too long before finally pressing the button. In a small burst of light, a Wimpod appeared at his feet, its little legs twitching as it adjusted to the open space.

Chitin immediately crouched down, gently scooping the Wimpod into his hands.

Nada’s gaze flicked to him, then away, already focused on assigning partners.

“Your Pokémon will be facing off in pairs. This isn’t just about raw strength, it’s about reading your opponent, adjusting your tactics, knowing when to strike and when to defend.”

She instructed. 

You barely heard her.

Because Chitin wasn’t listening.

While the rest of you stepped forward to line up, he had taken a quiet step back. His arms curled around his Wimpod, his fingers brushing lightly over its shell.

He wasn’t going to participate.

He was going to hide.

You saw the way his shoulders hunched, how he turned his body just enough to shield his Pokémon from the others, his breath coming in shallow, uneven puffs. His Wimpod, for its part, simply nestled closer, not squirming, not struggling. Just letting him hold it.

Your jaw tightened.

You should say something.

But now wasn’t the time.

Instead, you turned your focus back to Pezuña, running a hand along her side, before giving her a nod. She huffed in response, stomping the ground once, ready to go.

You’d have that conversation with Chitin later.

One way or another.

Nada’s voice cut through the air.

“And you. Since you had so much to say earlier, let’s see if you can back it up.”

You gritted your teeth.

She motioned toward the training field, where a row of thick logs stood upright, their surfaces uneven and splintered from years of abuse. Some still had remnants of claw marks and scorch marks from previous training sessions.

“You and your Mudbray will go through an endurance drill. Alone.”

You narrowed your eyes. Everyone else was being paired up for practice battles. Even Rey’s Krokorok and Pendulyn’s Aegislash had already begun their match. But not you.

Nada’s smirk was thin and knowing.

“This will test both strength and precision. Your Mudbray will break through each of these logs, one after another. No breaks. No holding back.”

Pezuña snorted, pawing at the dirt, her ears flicking forward. She was ready. But you could already tell how this was going to go.

It wasn’t just endurance. It was punishment.

The logs were thick. They were going to hurt.

Nada didn’t care.

You set your jaw.

“Fine.”

You turned to Pezuña, running a hand along her side again, grounding yourself in the steady rise and fall of her breath.

“Think you can do it?” 

Pezuña let out a short, determined huff.

That was all you needed.

Nada’s voice rang out.

“Begin.”

Pezuña charged.

The first log splintered under the force of her hooves, cracking cleanly down the middle. The second took a little more force, her hooves slipping slightly on the rough ground before breaking through.

By the third, Pezuña’s breathing had grown heavier. You could see the tremble in her legs after each impact, the way her muscles strained with the effort.

You clenched your fists.

“Pezuña, pace yourself. Steady rhythm.”

She adjusted, slowing just enough to gather power between strikes. The fourth and fifth logs cracked under well placed hits.

Nada’s arms remained crossed as she watched, impassive.

You could feel the eyes of the others flicking toward you between their battles. Even Pendulyn’s usual enthusiasm had dulled as she glanced over. Rey’s smirk had faded into something unreadable, since the whole situation with Chitin.

Speaking of Chitin.

You didn’t have to look to know he was still curled up with his Wimpod.

You had no idea if he was watching.

The sixth log refused to break on the first hit. Pezuña stumbled, shaking her head, her breath coming in heavier bursts.

Enough.

You took a step forward. 

“Pezuña, that’s-”

Nada’s voice cut you off.

“You stop now, you start over.”

Your hands curled into fists.

Pezuña exhaled sharply and pushed forward.

One more hit. Then another. Then, finally, the log gave way.

You moved toward her instantly, resting a hand against her side, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her breath.

“That’s enough. Good job.”

You murmured, low enough that only she could hear. 

She pressed her head against your arm, exhausted but standing.

Nada studied you for a long moment, then turned away.

“Back in line.”

You exhaled slowly, running your fingers through Pezuña’s coarse mane before leading her back.

The moment you stepped away from the logs, you felt it. The weight of someone’s stare.

You turned your head just enough to catch Chitin’s gaze.

He looked at you like he wanted to say something. Like he didn’t know how.

You looked away first.

Later.

You had to survive this mess first. Then you’d both say your piece.

After what felt like an eternity, Nada finally called an end to the session.

“Cool down and get some water. Don’t slack off too much. We start again in an hour.”

You bit back a groan. An hour wasn’t nearly enough time for Pezuña, or you, to recover, but at least it was something. You gave her a pat before recalling her into her Pokéball, whispering a quiet promise that you’d let her rest properly later.

Pendulyn bounced up beside you, stretching her arms above her head. 

“Whew! That was quite intense. Lady Nada does not mess around.”

Pendulyn said, only slightly out of breath. 

“No kidding.” 

You muttered, rolling out your sore shoulders.

Rey wandered over next, cracking his neck. 

“Could be worse. Could be running laps on top of all that.”

He said, grinning despite the sweat on his brow. 

You shot him a glare. 

“Don’t give her ideas.”

He just laughed.

You were just about to sit down when a voice, loud and familiar, and impossible to miss, rang out from across the boot camp.

“Well, I’ll be damned! Mucoso?”

And now Rey knew both of your names. Great. 

Maybe he’ll stop calling you Billy now. That was something only reserved for Pendulyn.

You turned toward the sound, blinking in surprise as you spotted a familiar figure approaching.

A young woman, looking to be in her 20’s, strode toward you with an easy confidence. Her golden blonde hair was long and puffy, hanging down her shoulders, and she was dressed in a long sleeved cowboy outfit and worn out jeans, her boots caked in dust from the training field. There was a large buckle around her waist, with the letter B sticking out in the middle. 

She had a sharp grin and a glint in her blue eyes, that you knew all too well.

“Belladonna? What the hell are you doin’ here?”

You said, startled.

Belladonna stopped in front of you, planting her hands on her hips. 

“Same as you, I reckon. Trainin’.”

You raised an eyebrow. 

“In Tinslin?”

She huffed. 

“Lost a battle back home. Some smug bastard named Nick wiped the floor with me. So I’m here till I’m strong enough to get my rematch. Ain’t leavin’ till I win.”

That sounded about right. Belladonna had always been stubborn as hell.

Pendulyn, who had been watching with interest, suddenly squinted at her. 

“Huh. You look a lot like Delphine.”

Belladonna scoffed. 

“I should! She’s my twin.”

You blinked. 

“Wait, what?”

Belladonna gave you a weird look. 

“You seriously didn’t know? We got the same face, ‘cept I don’t go dressin’ all fancy and actin’ like I’m too good for the rest of us.”

Pendulyn’s eyes widened. 

“Ohhh, that makes sense.”

Belladonna shrugged. 

“Haven’t talked to her in years, though. She always thought country life was beneath her. Guess she got what she wanted, huh?”

You and Pendulyn exchanged a glance.

Belladonna had no idea what Delphine had been up to.

And by the sound of it, she hadn’t cared to find out.

Chapter Text

Before you could think of a way to steer the conversation, Belladonna clapped her hands together, eyes gleaming.

“Anyway, enough about all that. I got a better idea. How ‘bout a battle?”

You raised an eyebrow. 

“Already? Didn’t you just say you were training?”

Belladonna smirked. 

“Exactly. Gotta test myself. And what better way than takin’ on all three of y’all at once?”

Pendulyn perked up instantly. 

“Ooo, a three-on-one?”

Rey crossed his arms, grinning. 

“That’s pretty bold. You sure you can handle that?”

Belladonna scoffed, rolling her shoulders. 

“Oh, I know I can handle it. Question is, can y’all?”

You hesitated. Pezuña was still worn out from the endurance drill, but you had other Pokémon you could use. And, well… a battle with Belladonna did sound fun. She was one hell of a battler, win or lose.

Rey nudged you with his elbow. 

“C’mon, Billy, let’s put her in her place.”

You shot him a look. 

“Don’t call me that.”

Pendulyn was already making light arm stretches. 

“I’m prepared for battle.”

Belladonna grinned. 

“That’s the spirit. Let’s go.”

She led the way to an open patch of dirt at the edge of the boot camp, well worn from past battles. The three of you took your places on one side, while Belladonna stood opposite, exuding confidence.

She reached for her belt, grabbing a Pokéball and tossing it up once before catching it again. 

With a flick of her wrist, she sent out her first Pokémon. A Hawlucha.

The Wrestling Pokémon landed gracefully, striking a pose before bouncing on the heels of its feet, wings spread. Its sharp eyes scanned all three of you, gauging its opponents with practiced precision.

Pendulyn let out an eager hum. 

“Oh, a Hawlucha? How interesting!” 

She unsheathed a Pokéball from her belt and released Aegislash, the possessed blade hovering silently at her side.

Rey popped his neck and sent out his Krokorok. The croc Pokémon let out a low chuckle, snapping its jaws as it settled into a battle stance.

You reached for your own Pokéball and threw it forward.

In a flash of light, the Lotad you caught, that you affectionately nicknamed Tonto, appeared.

Silence.

Rey turned his head to stare at you. 

“You-” 

He cut himself off, exhaling through his nose. 

“You sure about that?”

Tonto blinked up at you with his usual blank expression.

“Yeah. I’m sure.”

You said, with the straightest face you could manage.

Belladonna barked out a laugh. 

“Oh, I like you, Mucoso. This is gonna be fun!”

She snapped her fingers. 

“Let’s kick it up a notch! Don’t go holdin’ back on me now!”

Hawlucha burst forward in a blur of motion, wings tucking in as it dashed toward Krokorok first.

“Aegislash, King’s Shield!” 

Pendulyn commanded. Aegislash shifted into its shield form, its shimmering barrier appearing just in time to block a potential follow up attack.

Rey was already calling out. 

“Krokorok, Crunch!” 

The ground type lunged, jaws glowing with dark energy, aiming to chomp down on Hawlucha before it could get away.

“Tonto, Water Gun!” 

You ordered.

Tonto… did not move.

Instead, he just sat there.

You frowned. 

“Tonto, come on. Water Gun!”

Lotad slowly turned his head to look at you.

Then, after a solid three second pause, he spat out a weak stream of water that barely made it halfway to Hawlucha.

Rey groaned. 

“Dude-”

Belladonna grinned. 

“Aww, he’s doin’ his best.”

You sighed. 

“Tonto, you need to pull your weight at least a little.”

Hawlucha, meanwhile, had flipped backward to avoid Krokorok’s Crunch. It landed smoothly and leapt high into the air, twisting into a divekick.

“Flying Press!” 

Belladonna commanded.

Hawlucha crashed down toward Aegislash, but Pendulyn was ready. 

“Shift forms and use Sacred Sword!”

In an instant, Aegislash morphed, swinging forward in its Blade Forme, its spectral arm slashing straight through the oncoming Hawlucha. The attack landed clean, knocking Hawlucha back a few feet.

Belladonna whistled. 

“Not bad, not bad! But we ain’t done yet!”

She pulled out her next Pokéball.

“Braviary, take flight!”

The massive eagle Pokémon burst onto the field, letting out a sharp cry as it took to the sky.

“Oh, that’s a problem.” 

Rey muttered.

You watched the Braviary circle above, knowing exactly what was coming next.

“Tonto, if there was ever a time to start being useful, it’s now.”

Tonto blinked at you.

Braviary let out a cry and dove, wings glowing with power.

This battle was far from over. You just gotta figure out how to get Tonto’s head in the game.

Was he food motivated?? You could try it.

You dug into your pocket, fingers brushing against a small pouch of Pokémon treats you kept on hand. Maybe, just maybe, this would work.

“Tonto, if you hit this Water Gun right now, I’ll give you a snack.”

You said, keeping your voice even as Braviary barreled toward you,

Lotad blinked once. Then, without warning, he suddenly burst forward with unexpected energy, spitting a shockingly decent Water Gun straight at Braviary.

The jet of water smacked into the oncoming bird, knocking it slightly off course before it could reach Krokorok.

Rey turned his head sharply. 

“Are you kidding me?”

Belladonna let out a bark of laughter. 

“Now that’s motivation!”

You didn’t have time to celebrate. Braviary recovered midair, shaking off the water before flaring its wings, eyes locked onto Tonto now.

“Brave Bird, full send!” 

Belladonna commanded.

Braviary tucked in its wings, glowing blue as it shot downward like a missile, aimed straight at your Lotad.

Tonto stared up, unblinking.

You panicked. 

“Tonto, MOVE-”

Too late. The impact sent Lotad flying backward, skidding across the dirt until he flopped onto his back.

You winced. That had to hurt.

Rey groaned. 

“Dude, your Lotad is a sitting duck.”

Pendulyn hummed. 

“Actually, he’s more of a sitting lily pad.”

You ignored them. 

“Tonto, you good?”

Silence.

Then. Very, very slowly, Tonto rolled himself back upright.

His little eyes narrowed.

His tiny body tensed.

And then, for the first time since the battle started. Tonto moved.

Not fast. Not gracefully. But with purpose.

He waddled forward, with determination in his blank expression.

Braviary had landed by this point, recovering from Brave Bird’s recoil. Belladonna looked amused. 

“Oh? You gonna actually do somethin’ now?”

You pointed at Braviary. 

“Razor Leaf!”

Tonto inhaled deeply, then violently sneezed out a barrage of sharp leaves, launching them toward Braviary with surprising force.

They hit.

Braviary staggered slightly, wings flaring as it tried to shake off the attack.

Rey blinked. 

“Wait, what?”

Pendulyn clapped her hands together. 

“Oh, good job Billy!”

Belladonna grinned wide. 

“Well, hot damn.”

Tonto… just stood there.

Expression unreadable.

Completely still.

You weren’t sure if he even knew what he just did.

But you’d take it.

Belladonna reached for her last Pokéball, a grin still plastered across her face. 

“Alright, y’all. Let’s kick this up another notch.”

With a flick of her wrist, she sent out Gurdurr.

The bulky Fighting type landed with a heavy thud, resting its steel beam across its shoulders. It let out a low growl, eyeing its three opponents.

You clenched your fists.

This battle wasn’t over yet. But with Tonto actually doing things, maybe, just maybe, you stood a chance.

Belladonna rolled her shoulders, eyes gleaming. 

“Alright, Gurdurr, let’s get to work. Bulk Up!”

The Fighting type grunted, flexing as its muscles swelled, its grip tightening around the steel beam.

Rey clicked his tongue. 

“Yeah, not letting that slide. Krokorok, use Crunch!”

Krokorok lunged forward, fangs glowing dark, aiming to bite down before Gurdurr could fully power up.

But Belladonna was quick. 

“Block it with your beam!”

Gurdurr swung its steel girder up like a shield, catching Krokorok’s jaws mid bite. The impact sent a shockwave through the ground, kicking up dust.

“Sacred Sword!” 

Pendulyn commanded.

Aegislash slashed forward in its Blade Forme, aiming for Gurdurr’s now open side.

Belladonna, still grinning, snapped her fingers. 

“Knock Off!”

Gurdurr pivoted, swinging its beam into Aegislash mid attack. The blow landed hard, sending the possessed sword spinning back.

Pendulyn gasped. 

“Oh no, Aegislash, are you alright?”

You barely had time to process that before Rey called out. 

“Dude, do something!”

Right. Right. Tonto.

Your Lotad stood unmoving, staring at the battle like a passive observer.

You exhaled sharply and yanked the treat pouch back out. 

“Tonto, Amigo, listen to me. You Razor Leaf Gurdurr right now, and I swear to everything, I will give you TWO snacks.”

For the second time, Tonto’s expression shifted by one percent.

Then he moved.

A burst of leaves shot forward, smacking into Gurdurr’s bulked up form. It didn’t do much, but it was something.

Belladonna let out a whistle. 

“Well, hell, I’d fight for extra snacks too.”

You didn’t get to respond before she pointed dramatically. 

“Gurdurr, Rock Slide!”

The ground rumbled beneath you.

Large boulders materialized out of nowhere, cascading down toward all three of your Pokémon.

Rey cursed. 

“Dodge it!”

Krokorok scrambled back, barely avoiding the falling rocks. Aegislash phased to the side, still reeling from Knock Off.

And Tonto?

Tonto didn’t move.

The boulders crashed down.

And when the dust cleared…

Tonto was still there.

Sitting.

Completely unharmed.

A single rock was perfectly balanced on top of his lily pad.

Silence.

Pendulyn was the first to speak. 

“Huh?”

Rey ran a hand down his face. 

“I give up.”

Belladonna just cackled. 

“Oh, I love this little guy!”

You took a deep breath. 

“Alright. Tonto, use Water Gun.”

Lotad, still unfazed, slowly turned his head toward Gurdurr.

And then, with a deep breath…

…He fired a very slightly stronger Water Gun.

It hit.

Gurdurr blinked.

Belladonna put her hands on her hips. 

“Well. That sure was something.”

You threw up your hands in frustration.

“Look, I’ll take what I can get!”

Rey groaned. 

“Can we please end this fight before my brain explodes?”

No, suffer more.

Belladonna then smirked. 

“Alright then, y’all. Let’s see who’s got the last punch!”

The battle wasn’t over yet. But with Tonto miraculously still standing, you had a feeling this would be one you’d never hear the end of.

At least you could maybe torture Rey with Tonto, as payback, once this was over.

Belladonna’s grin widened. 

“Gurdurr, let’s wrap this up! Hammer Arm!”

Gurdurr stomped forward, lifting its heavy steel beam high. Its muscles tensed. 

THUD!

The ground shook as it brought the beam crashing down, aiming straight for Krokorok.

Rey’s eyes widened. 

“Krokorok, get out of there!”

Krokorok barely managed to scramble back in time, but the shockwave still sent it stumbling.

Pendulyn took the opportunity. 

“Now! Aegislash, counter with Shadow Sneak!”

Aegislash’s shadow stretched unnaturally across the ground, slithering beneath Gurdurr. In an instant, a spectral arm burst from the darkness, striking the Fighting type from below.

Gurdurr staggered, groaning.

Belladonna snapped her fingers. 

“Stay on your feet, big guy! You got this!”

And Gurdurr did stay up. But barely.

Rey let out a sharp breath. 

“Alright, we just need one more good hit-”

Before he could even finish his sentence, you spoke up.

“Tonto.”

Lotad, as still as ever, blinked.

“Tonto, Water Gun.”

Lotad took an agonizingly slow breath.

And then.

He unleashed the single most underwhelming stream of water you’d ever seen.

It dribbled through the air.

It dripped onto Gurdurr’s face.

It barely even looked like an attack.

And yet.

Gurdurr froze.

Belladonna’s eyes widened. 

“Wait, hold on-”

Gurdurr’s arms wobbled. Its knees shook.

And then, in slow motion, the Fighting type tilted backward…

…And collapsed.

Boom.

Dust puffed up.

Silence.

Absolute. Silence.

Then Pendulyn gasped.

Rey clutched his head.

Belladonna stood there, staring.

And you?

You calmly pulled out the treat pouch.

You knelt beside Tonto.

And, with the utmost sincerity, you placed two snacks in front of him.

Tonto blinked once. Then, very, very slowly, he opened his mouth… and nibbled.

Belladonna, finally snapping out of her shock, let out a wild laugh.

“Are you kidding me?! That’s how I lose?!”

Rey was practically on the verge of collapse. 

“I hate everything.”

Pendulyn clapped. 

“Oh, wonderful! Tonto, you’re a hero!”

Tonto simply sat there.

Expression unreadable.

Still as ever.

Belladonna wiped a tear from her eye. 

“Man. You really gotta tell me where you got that little guy.”

You crossed your arms. 

“Trade secret.”

It really wasn’t that special of information, but you’re not sharing the details anyway. Makes it funnier for you.

Rey groaned. 

“I refuse to accept this.”

You smirked. 

“Too bad.”

And just like that, Tonto, your unmoving, unshakable, snack driven Lotad, had claimed victory.

Belladonna shook her head, still grinning. 

“Man, I haven’t had a battle that funny in ages. You guys are somethin’ else.”

She returned her Gurdurr, stuffing the Pokéball into her pocket with a satisfied huff. 

“Alright, alright, y’all won fair and square. Somehow.”

She gave Tonto a pointed look. 

“Even if I got done in by the laziest Water Gun I’ve ever seen.”

Tonto remained utterly still.

Belladonna laughed again. 

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. You don’t gotta rub it in.”

Rey was still recovering. He dragged a hand down his face. 

“I can’t believe that actually worked.”

Pendulyn, smiled sheepishly. 

“I suppose it was simply a matter of patience. Tonto’s strength is certainly unconventional.”

You just shrugged. 

“I told you I was sure.”

Before anyone could say more, a sharp whistle cut through the air.

“Break’s over!”

All heads turned to see Nada standing in the center of the training grounds, arms crossed, her stone cold expression deepening.

“You’ve had your fun, but it’s time to get back to training. I want everyone lined up in the next ten seconds, or you’ll be running laps until sundown!”

Belladonna groaned, cracking her neck. 

“Welp, guess that’s my cue.” 

She shot the three of you a wink. 

“Try not to die out here.”

And just like that, she was off, jogging back toward the gathered trainees.

Rey sighed, his smug demeanor having almost fully cracked the longer time went on.

“I think I’m starting to hate this boot camp.”

Pendulyn, still somehow cheerful, hummed. 

“Oh, I think it builds character!”

Pendulyn must be some special kind of freak, to not be bothered by this training boot camp. Just what the hell is it like, back in Galar??

You just returned Tonto to his Pokéball. The little guy had earned his rest.

The three of you reluctantly followed Belladonna, falling in line with the rest of the exhausted trainees. Nada’s sharp gaze swept over everyone.

“Alright, listen up! You still have a long way to go if you ever wanna call yourselves strong.” 

Her piercing gaze landed on you, Rey, and Pendulyn for a moment before she continued. 

“We’re focusing on endurance drills again next. If you can’t keep up, too bad. Push harder.”

Groans rippled through the group, but nobody dared protest.

Nada didn’t waste time. The next hour was a brutal blur of sprinting drills, weight training, dodging exercises, and sparring matches.

By the time Nada finally called the session to an end, you were covered in dirt and sweat, muscles aching from exertion. Rey barely seemed to resist the urge to collapse onto the ground beside you, groaning as he wiped a hand over his face.

“I am seriously never coming back here, ever again.”

Pendulyn, somehow looking slightly less exhausted, took a long breath. 

“I must admit, that was certainly… more intense than the last time.”

You think?

Nada stood at the front, watching the group struggle to recover. 

“Good effort today. Some of you are still weak, but at least you tried.” 

She paused, eyes narrowing. 

“Some of you, anyway.”

You didn’t miss the way she glanced around, as if looking for someone.

Pendulyn wiped some sweat from her forehead and turned toward Nada. 

“Actually, now that training is over, would you mind if we asked you a few questions?”

Nada crossed her arms. 

“Depends on what they are.”

Rey sat up, still catching his breath. 

“Yeah, we came here looking for information. You see a lot of people come through here, right? We just wanna ask about some names.”

Nada raised a brow. 

“This is still about that politician right? Fine. Talk while you can still breathe.”

As they began their conversation, you took the opportunity to slip away.

You had a different goal at the moment.

Chitin had been missing all day.

And you knew why.

There was no way he willingly subjected himself to Nada’s training. Not after that failed spar. He had to be hiding somewhere.

You cracked your knuckles and muttered to yourself. 

“Alright, bug boy. Where the hell did you run off to?”

Time to track him down.

…

Tracking Chitin down wasn’t easy.

The camp was quiet now, most trainees either passed out from exhaustion or nursing bruises. You had to check a few different spots. Behind the supply tents, near the training grounds, even by the cafeteria, before you finally found him.

He was sitting alone at the edge of the camp, legs drawn up, arms wrapped around them. His Wimpod was huddled close by his feet, antennae twitching nervously. The little Bug type’s body rose and fell with shallow, rapid breaths, mirroring its trainer.

You approached, making sure to scuff your boot against the ground so he heard you coming. No need to startle him.

Chitin flinched anyway when he saw you.

“…Oh. It’s you.”

He muttered softly. He sounded drained.

You took a seat next to him, stretching your legs out with a sigh. 

“Yep.”

A pause.

“…Did Nada send you?”

You snorted. 

“Nope. Pretty sure she’s plotting our demise, though.”

That got a tiny huff of amusement out of him. Barely there, but you caught it.

Another pause.

“…So, you gonna tell me what that was all about?”

Chitin tensed, curling in on himself a little more.

“I already told you. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

You frowned. 

“Yeah, but that’s not the whole story.”

His fingers dug into the fabric of his sleeves. 

“I don’t…” 

He inhaled sharply. 

“I don’t know how to explain it.”

You waited.

After a long moment, he let out a shaky breath. 

“I black out.” 

He finally admitted. 

“ When I fight. It’s like… I stop thinking. My body just moves, and I don’t know what I’m doing until it’s over.”

He swallowed hard, before continuing. His voice wavered.

“Then I see what I did. The bruises. The way people look at me after. And I just- I don’t remember doing any of it. I don’t know if I hold back. I hope I do. But what if I don’t? What if I-”

He cut himself off, hands clenching into fists.

Wimpod pressed against his leg, as if trying to ground him.

You took a moment to process that.

“…So you’re scared of yourself.” 

Chitin winced.

You went on.

“I mean, before it sounded like you just don’t like fighting, but it’s not just that. You’re scared of what you might do.”

He stayed silent.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. 

“You know, if you were actually some kind of out-of-control monster, you wouldn’t care so much.”

Chitin stiffened, but you continued.

“If you were dangerous, you wouldn’t be sitting here, freaking out about the possibility of hurting someone. You’d just do it.”

His breath hitched.

You shrugged. 

“You’re not some mindless berserker. You’re just someone who gets lost in the moment. That’s not the same thing.”

Chitin exhaled shakily, staring at the ground. 

“It feels like the same thing.”

You nudged his shoulder lightly. 

“It’s not.”

Another pause. Then, voice barely above a whisper, he muttered.

“…Thank you.”

You smirked for a split second. 

“Now don’t get sappy on me. I’m no feelings expert.”

That actually got a weak chuckle out of him. Just a little. But it was there.

Chitin let the silence settle for a moment, his gaze still fixed on the dirt. Then, hesitantly, he glanced at you.

“…Are we friends?”

You blinked.

He looked away again, clearly bracing himself for rejection. He shifted, rubbing his arm. 

“I just- I don’t really have a lot of those, so I thought I’d ask.”

You exhaled through your nose, leaning back on your hands.

“I don’t do human friends.”

Chitin flinched, just a little.

“Don’t take it personally, I don’t dislike you or anything. I just… don’t trust people like that.”

You added.

Chitin nodded slowly, accepting it for what it was.

“…That’s fair.” 

He murmured.

You gave a small grunt of acknowledgement. That was probably the best answer you could’ve hoped for.

Another pause. Then Chitin tilted his head slightly, brow furrowing.

“…So what’s with your name?”

You stiffened just a little.

Chitin took that as permission to keep going. 

“Miss Pendulyn and Dad call you Billy. But that lady, I saw you battle. Belladonna, I think? She called you Mucoso. So… Which one is it?”

You let out a sharp breath, rubbing the back of your neck.

“I hate my name.”

Chitin waited.

You frowned at the ground. 

“Pendulyn’s the only one I’m okay with calling me Billy.”

“…Why her?”

You shrugged, not giving him an answer. You knew why, but you didn’t feel like sharing.

Chitin watched you for a moment, then gave a thoughtful hum.

“…Mu-Mu.”

Your head snapped up. 

“What?”

He smiled meekly. 

“That’s what I’m calling you now.”

You scowled, but you’re sure it came across like more of a pout. 

“No.”

“Mu-Mu.”

“Absolutely not.”

Chitin’s smile grew a little, but he didn’t push it further. 

“Alright. Just thought I’d try.”

You rolled your eyes, grumbling under your breath.

Despite yourself, though, you didn’t actually mind.

After a moment of silence, you sighed.

“Fine… You can call me that. Better than Mucoso.”

Chitin blinked in surprise.

“R-Really?”

You tilted your head back. 

“Don’t make me say it again.”

Chitin stared at you for a second, then ducked his head, looking weirdly pleased. 

“…Mu-Mu.”

You shot him a side glare, but it didn’t hold any real heat. 

“I will take it back.”

He just hummed in response, as if stifling a giggle, while stroking his Wimpod’s shell absentmindedly. The little Bug type twitched but didn’t scurry away.

The quiet stretched out between you. Not uncomfortable, but not exactly easy, either.

Then Chitin shifted slightly, his fingers tracing patterns into the dirt. His voice came quieter this time, almost hesitant. 

“…Thanks for coming to find me.”

You exhaled sharply, flicking a small pebble across the ground. 

“Yeah, yeah. Just don’t expect me to go chasing you down, every time you get in your head about something.”

Chitin didn’t look like he believed that. You ignored it.

You sat there for a moment longer, letting the weight of the conversation settle. Then, with a sigh, you pushed yourself to your feet and dusted off your pants.

“Alright, enough of this. Let’s go.”

Chitin blinked up at you. 

“Go where?”

You stretched your arms above your head, rolling out your shoulders. 

“To find Pendulyn and your weird dad. And then-” 

You shot him a pointed look.  

“We’re getting out of here.”

Chitin stiffened. 

“Wait. You mean- leave the boot camp?”

“No, I meant leave the conversation and do more push ups for Nada.” 

You deadpanned sarcastically.

Chitin gave you a concerned look. 

Did he take that literally?

You rolled your eyes. 

“Yes, I mean leave the boot camp. What, you really wanna stay?”

Chitin fidgeted. 

“I mean… No, I don’t want to, but…”

“But nothing. You’re miserable, you’re scared, and let’s be real. Nada’s gonna chew you up and spit you out if you stick around.”

Chitin grimaced. 

“She’s not that bad…”

You gave him a look.

“…Okay, maybe she is a little…” 

He said quietly.

You crossed your arms. 

“Look. You’re stressed out, and I can’t give much aside from words. Go up to Rey and Pendulyn. If you tell them how you feel, they’ll understand probably.”

Chitin sank into his hoodie, hesitating. His Wimpod skittered up onto his lap, sensing his unease.

“…O-Okay, I’ll get up if you‘re leaving now.”

You exhaled sharply, turning your gaze toward the dimly lit camp. 

“Yeah, I am. I’m stuck with you all, so you’re coming with me anyway, whether you want it or not.”

Chitin’s brows lifted slightly.

You shoved your hands in your pockets, shifting your weight. 

“This place isn’t for me either. I only came here, ‘cause Pendulyn thought there’d be information. We got it, so I don’t wanna stay another minute in this place.” 

Chitin studied you for a moment. 

“…Then let’s go.”

You hummed, before walking a step forward. 

“Good. Now, let’s get out of here before Nada decides to personally drag us to tomorrow’s training. One day was bad enough.”

Chitin shuddered in agreement.

With that, you both turned toward the camp, slipping into the shadows to track down Pendulyn and Rey, before this boot camp could trap you for good.

The two of you moved quickly, keeping to the edges of the camp where the shadows were deeper. Chitin’s Wimpod clung to his hoodie, its little legs gripping the fabric tightly. You didn’t have a Pokémon out, but that was fine. They needed rest anyway.

The camp was quieter now, most people either heading to bed, or were too exhausted to pay attention. A few lights still flickered from inside Nada’s training hall in the distance, for anyone crazy enough to stay overnight.

Eventually, you spotted them. Pendulyn and Rey.

Pendulyn stood with her arms crossed, her coat billowing slightly in the night breeze. Her silver hair caught the dim light, making her look like some ghostly figure from an old tale. Rey, meanwhile, had his arms resting casually over his chest. His leather jacket made him blend into the darkness, but the faint glow of a cigarette in his hand gave him away.

The moment Pendulyn saw you two approaching, her eyes narrowed.

“There you are!”

Chitin flinched like he’d been caught sneaking out past curfew.

“Miss Pendulyn, I-”

She didn’t let him finish. She reached out, grabbing his chin and tilting his face side to side like she was checking for injuries. 

“Are you alright?”

“I-I’m fine. I just needed some space.”

He pulled away, embarrassed, though you could tell he was also a little grateful for Pendulyn caring to ask.

Rey exhaled a slow stream of smoke. 

“Didn’t tell us where you were going, kid.”

His voice was smooth, but there was an edge of worry to it. 

“That’s not usually like you.”

Chitin shrank a little, eyes darting to the ground. 

“I know. Things were happening too fast. I just… I needed to think.”

You sighed, stuffing your hands deeper into your pockets. 

“Well, you found him. Can we leave now?”

Pendulyn glanced at you. 

“That eager to go?”

“Yes.”

Rey snorted, unsurprised by your answer. 

“Figures.”

Pendulyn didn’t argue. Instead, she exchanged a glance with Rey, and something unspoken passed between them.

“…We found more on Delphine.” 

She said, her voice quieter, yet firmer now.

You paused.

Chitin looked up. 

“Really?”

Pendulyn nodded. 

“We got confirmation. She’s been moving through the region. She’s looking for something, or maybe even someone.”

A cold feeling settled in your gut.

Rey took another drag of his cigarette before flicking it to the ground and stomping it out. 

“Whatever she’s after, it didn’t sound good. I say we need to try and be ahead of her, not behind.”

Pendulyn turned back to you and Chitin. 

“So yes, that means we are leaving now.”

Finally.

Chitin hesitated, before speaking. 

“You wouldn’t have left us behind, to go after her… right?”

Rey raised an eyebrow, at the absurd question. 

“You really think I’d leave you here?”

Chitin just looked at the ground, not answering. That seemed to make Rey frown a little. You watched Rey pat Chitin’s head, to try and get him to lighten up.

Pendulyn exhaled. 

“We move at first light.”

You crossed your arms. 

“Why not now?”

“Because you need to rest. You and Chitin are growing boys, and it isn’t healthy to stay up so late.” 

She said that, as if she were your mom. How old did she think you were? Five?

You’re ten. 

You scowled but didn’t argue.

Rey clapped a hand on Chitin’s shoulder. 

“Get some sleep, kid. You’ll feel better once we’re on the road.”

Chitin nodded again, his grip tightening around his Wimpod. 

“…Okay.”

Pendulyn gave you one last look before turning away.

 “Same goes for you, Billy.”

With that conversation was over. The plan was set.

By tomorrow, you’d all be far from this place, and on Delphine’s trail.

Chapter Text

{{Ivory’s POV}}

It had been some time, but everyone had gotten a gym badge from Hekate.

The next morning, the four of you wasted no time securing a ride back to Acorn Town. With Buranil City’s massive market, finding someone offering transport service wasn’t hard. A long haul driver with a sturdy off road truck agreed to take you most of the way, in exchange for some Pokédollars and a promise to keep his truck bed clean.

The journey was mostly quiet. Andy sat up front with the driver, occasionally chatting about all sorts of things that you were really only half listening to. Ripple sat with her legs propped up on her backpack, flipping through a notebook. Ranjo, leaning back with his arms crossed, was lightly dozing, hat over his face. His Spitick, Humo, curled up beside him, its fuzzy body radiating warmth.

You sat toward the edge, watching the landscape roll past. The dense forests and winding dirt roads made for a long ride, but the familiar sight of Acorn Town creeping into view sent a strange feeling through your chest. It had only been a short while since you left, but coming back almost felt… nostalgic.

The truck slowed as it neared the outskirts of town, kicking up dust as it pulled to a stop. The driver gave a short nod.

“End of the line, kids.”

You all hopped out, stretching sore limbs.

Ripple adjusted her bag. 

“Well, back to where it all started.”

Andy looked toward the lab in the distance, his expression hard to read. 

“Let’s not waste time. If Mom and Professor Pine need us for something big, we should go now.”

Ranjo grinned wryly, rubbing the back of his head. 

“Kinda nervous. Professor Pine’s hyped up a lot of things before, but this time, it sounds a bit more serious than usual.”

You sighed, hands in your pockets. Whatever this was about, it was going to be important.

Without another word, you all started walking toward Professor Pine’s lab.

The door to Professor Pine’s lab flew open before any of you could even knock.

“Yo, yo, yo! My radical ragtag revolutionaries, you made it!”

Professor Pine, in all his chaotic glory, threw his arms wide, his lab coat fluttering dramatically behind him. Andy’s mom stood nearby, arms crossed, giving you all a look. One that said she had been dealing with Professor Pine’s antics for far too long.

“Alright, sit tight, buckle in, ‘cause this is gonna be the gnarliest, most mondo important scheme of all time!”

Professor ine announced, dramatically hopping onto a desk. A small stack of papers slid off, fluttering to the floor. He didn’t seem to care.

Andy sighed. 

“Professor, can we just-”

“-Get to the point?” 

Pine finished for him, grinning. 

“Nah, man, that’s where you’re wrong. The point is the journey, my dude. The buildup! The suspense! The art of the reveal!”

Ripple pinched the bridge of her nose. 

“Just tell us what’s going on.”

Pine snapped his fingers. 

“Aight, aight, check it. I got wind of some totally bogus activity goin’ down in Lunaley City. And by ‘got wind of,’ I mean, I have my ways.”

You all shared a look. No one knew how Professor Pine got his information. No one dared to ask.

“Team Sorrow’s got somethin’ cooking over there, and lemme tell ya, it stinks. So, yours truly cooked up a mondo sick plan to mess with their vibes big time.”

He turned, grabbed a messy blueprint off his desk, and slammed it down onto the nearest table. It looked… like an overly elaborate prank schematic.

“We are gonna absolutely bamboozle those no good Sorrow squares. A full on stealth mission. Misdirection, chaos, the works! Imagine this. We roll up, plant some questionable evidence in their HQ, rig some speakers to blast super embarrassing sound bites, maybe throw in some totally wack fake reports to mess with their heads. And-”

Andy cleared his throat loudly. 

“Professor. You want us to prank a criminal organization?”

“Prank is a strong word, my dude.” 

Pine said, wiggling his fingers. 

“I prefer the term tactical psychological warfare.”

Ranjo chuckled. 

“Okay, but why?”

Pine grinned, adjusting his sunglasses. 

“Because messing with bad guys is fun.”

Andy’s mom finally sighed and stepped in, shaking her head. 

“What Turbo means is that anything that disrupts Team Sorrow’s operations, even if it’s not direct confrontation, could help expose what they’re planning. Confusion is a powerful weapon.”

Professor Pine winked. 

“And also, it’s fun.”

Ripple crossed her arms. 

“Okay fine. But how do we even get to Lunaley City?”

Pine beamed. 

“Excellent question, my fabulous trailblazer! To get there, ya gotta go through the Hidden Forest, and bam! That’s where I come in.”

He dramatically reached under his desk and pulled out a small case, popping it open to reveal…

“HM Cut?” 

Andy blinked.

“The one and only!” 

Pine said proudly. 

“Hidden Forest is a jungle, man, and you ain’t gettin’ through without slicin’ and dicin’ your way past some gnarly overgrowth. So! One of you’s gotta teach this bad boy to a ‘Mon that can handle it.”

You glanced at the others. Ripple sighed but reached for the disc. 

“I’ll teach it to my Reedling. She could use a wider moveset.”

Pine gave her double finger guns. 

“That’s the spirit!”

You signed towards the Professor.

‘What do we do, when we get to the city? What then?’

Pine smirked. 

“Then? You get to work, my righteous rebels. Cause a little chaos. Get the deets on what Team Sorrow’s scheming. And maybe, just maybe, shake things up in the most hilarious way possible.”

Andy exhaled, looking determined. 

“Alright. Let’s get going.”

Just as you all turned to leave, Andy’s mom cleared her throat.

“Before you go, there’s one more thing.”

Professor Pine’s grin widened as he practically skidded across the room to another desk. 

“Ohhh yeah! Almost forgot! This is the cherry on top, the bonus level, the hidden loot crate of today!”

Andy gave his mom a skeptical look. 

“Mom?”

She exhaled, but there was something warm in her gaze. 

“It’s a gift. Something that might help you in the long run.”

Professor Pine darted over to another desk and pulled out a sleek metal case. With a dramatic click, he flipped it open, revealing a neat row of metallic clips, each one uniquely shaped. They shimmered under the lab’s bright lights, polished and pristine.

Andy peered over the case, eyes practically shining in aww. 

“What are these?”

Andy’s mom stepped forward, arms crossed. 

“Symbol Clips. They’re ancient tools that resonate with a trainer’s energy, strengthening their connection to their Pokémon, and using that connection to change the typing of that Pokémon’s moves. We’re still not fully sure how they work, so that’s been part of Turbo’s research.”

Pine pointed finger guns at her. 

“Bingo! These bad boys are ancient tech, a fusion of science and some mondo old-school energy flow. But also, they look cool. And that’s just as important.”

Ripple leaned in, eyes scanning the different Clips. 

“So… how do we know which ones are ours?”

Pine wiggled his fingers dramatically. 

“Ohhh, you’ll know.”

One by one, each of you reached for a Clip.

Ripple’s hand hovered over a few before she settled on a raindrop shaped Clip. As soon as she picked it up, it almost seemed to hum in her grip. 

“Water type. Yeah. That feels right.”

She murmured, attaching it to her bag strap. 

Ranjo eagerly picked up the flame shaped Fire Clip, not even hesitating, as if it weren’t even a question. He just knew.

“I think it’s been fairly obvious.”

He chuckled with a grin on his face, as he attached the clip to his hat. 

“How do I look? Good right?”

Pine gave him a thumbs up.

“You bet your fiery soul it is, my radical fire dude.”

Andy reached for the leaf shaped Grass Clip, running his thumb over its intricate design before fastening it to his shirt. He had a content smile on his face. 

“This feels right.”

That left you.

Your eyes flicked over the remaining Clips until your hand hovered over a peculiar one. An eye shaped Psychic Clip. The moment your fingers brushed it, a strange sensation settled in your chest. It was… familiar.

You hesitated.

Ripple, noticing your pause, tilted her head. 

“Hey, you good?”

You stared down at the Clip. The others had picked theirs so easily. It made sense for them. Water, Fire, Grass, all matching their starter Pokémon. But you…

It wasn’t like Kyute was a Psychic type. They were Ghost and Fairy. And yet… this Clip still resonated with you.

Andy studied you. 

“Does it not feel right?”

Andy’s mom stepped closer. 

“If it doesn’t, you don’t have to take it.”

You gripped the Clip tighter.

It did feel right. That was the problem.

Kyute, peeking from their usual spot inside your coat, tilted their ragged head. They reached up, tiny shadowy fingers brushing against your arm, as if to reassure you.

With a slow exhale, you clipped the Symbol onto your bag, next to Kyute’s Pokéball. You didn’t know what to think about it yet, but for now… it was yours.

Pine clapped his hands together. 

“Aaaand with that, my radical rebels are officially decked out for adventure! Lunaley City awaits, and you got all the gear you need.”

Andy adjusted his jacket, his expression determined. 

“Then let’s go!”

With your new clips, a mission ahead, and uncertainty lingering in your mind, you stepped out of the lab, and toward the path that would take you deeper into Team Sorrow’s shadow.

…

The road leading out of town was a winding dirt path, cutting through fields of wildflowers and rolling hills. Route 3 stretched ahead, with clusters of trees growing thicker in the distance. The entrance to the Hidden Forest loomed beyond. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and fresh leaves.

Ripple walked ahead, flipping the HM Cut disc between her fingers before slipping it into her Pokédex to install the move for her Reedling. She stretched her arms over her head with a yawn.

“Y’know, it’s weird that no one’s been able to get through this forest before. You’d think people would’ve figured out another route by now.”

Andy adjusted his bag, glancing ahead at the distant treetops. 

“If it were that simple, Lunaley City wouldn’t be so cut off. Maybe the overgrowth is unnatural.”

Ranjo, who had been inspecting his Fire Clip as he walked, perked up at that. 

“Like… Pokémon made? Or something weirder?”

Your eyes drifted toward the woods. There was a strange energy lingering in the air, something that made your skin tingle, like an unseen presence, watching. You signed toward Andy.

‘There’s something off about it.’

Andy nodded, trusting your judgment 

“Guess we’ll find out soon enough.”

As you continued down the path, the landscape slowly shifted. The vibrant fields thinned out, replaced by taller grass and gnarled trees with thick, intertwining roots. The air felt heavier here, humid and filled with the distant buzz of Bug types flitting between leaves.

Ripple took out her Reedling’s Pokéball. 

“Alright, let’s test this out.”

With a flash of light, her Pokémon materialized. A tiny green humanoid creature with a lilypad hat along its head and a brown, seed-like head. Reedling let out a sharp trill, stretching her body before glancing at Ripple expectantly.

“Okay, girl. Time to see what you can do.” 

Ripple held up her hand, pointing at the overgrowth. 

“Use Cut!”

Reedling reared back, then shot forward in a fluid motion, her nub arms sharpening into a blade-like shape, as she slashed at the tangled branches blocking the path. With a clean slice, the vines and brambles split apart, revealing the darkened path into the Hidden Forest.

Ranjo chuckled. 

“Good job. Wonder if we’ll need that again sometime.”

Ripple smirked, patting the Reedling’s head. 

“Told you she needed a wider moveset.”

Andy exhaled, gripping Snover’s Pokéball, as he looked at the path with a determined smile. 

“No turning back now. Let’s get to Lunaley!”

You stared into the forest. The deeper parts were shrouded in mist, and even from the entrance, you could sense it. Something was waiting in there. Watching.

Kyute shifted in your coat, pressing closer to you. Their tiny fingers curled around the fabric as if they sensed it too.

Taking a breath, you stepped forward, as Andy led the team into the unknown.

The forest seemed to swallow everyone whole.

The moment you stepped past the threshold of tangled vines, the world seemed to change. The air grew thick, damp, and oddly muffled, as though the trees themselves absorbed sound. The buzzing of Bug types was replaced by an eerie quiet, broken only by the occasional rustling of unseen movement in the undergrowth. Shadows stretched unnaturally long, twisting between the gnarled roots that jutted from the earth like skeletal fingers.

Ripple brought out a flashlight, sweeping the beam across the path ahead. The light caught the mist, making it swirl like ghostly tendrils.

“Okay, yeah, this place is definitely haunted.” 

She said, shuddering a little.

Andy tried to be optimistic.

“It’s just a forest. I think we’ll be okay.” 

He sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than anything.

Ranjo stuck close behind, his Spitick’s Pokéball in hand. He then smiled somewhat cheekily.

“Who wants to bet we see something weird, in less than five minutes?”

Ripple was not amused.

“Nuh uh. Don’t even joke like that.”

You weren’t sure it would even take that long. The forest was definitely not normal, and you still felt like you were being watched. Kyute burrowed deeper into your coat, their fabric ears twitching anxiously.

As you moved forward, the path began to change. The dirt beneath your feet became softer, damp, as if the forest floor was drinking in the moisture. Small, bioluminescent mushrooms clustered at the bases of trees, casting an eerie blue green glow. The further you walked, the more it felt like the forest was shifting around you, with branches you swore weren’t there a moment ago blocking your peripheral vision, and tree trunks seemed to loom closer together.

And then, you heard a sound. It was faint, and barely audible. 

Ripple stopped mid step.

 “…Did you guys hear that?”

Andy tensed. 

“Hear what?”

She frowned, turning in a slow circle. 

“I dunno. It sounded like…whispering.”

Your fingers twitched as you instinctively signed to the group.

‘Something’s here.’

Kyute pressed closer to your chest, their small frame trembling slightly. The whispering grew louder, curling around you like smoke. It wasn’t just random noise though. It almost sounded like laughter.

Ranjo‘s eyes narrowed. He seemed to get more serious, now that he was nervous.

“Alright, I take it back. We don’t need to see something weird. Let’s just leave.”

Before anyone could agree, a flickering red light danced between the trees, weaving in and out of sight. It moved with deliberate mischief, pausing just long enough for you to catch glimpses before vanishing again. Then, in a burst of embers, the light shot forward, straight toward Ranjo.

“GAH!” 

He stumbled back, nearly falling over. The light twisted in the air, revealing its form. A small, floating wisp of fire with beady black eyes. It flickered playfully, the embers trailing from its body forming spirals in the air.

Ranjo’s shock quickly turned to excitement. 

“Oh, hey there little guy. Ha, and another fire type too. I seem to be meeting those a lot lately.” 

He fumbled for his Spitick’s Pokéball. 

“Alright, let’s do this!”

While he did that, you brought out your Pokédex.

“Wisper, the Wisp Pokemon. Wispers feed off of the surrounding energy in their environment, taking one of six different types. No one is sure where they originate from. Some believe them to be reincarnates of dead souls.”

The wisp Pokémon, Wisper, let out another airy giggle and flitted away, clearly wanting a chase.

Ripple groaned. 

“Ranjo, I swear, if it lures us deeper into this haunted forest, I’m gonna-”

But Ranjo was already running after it.

You sighed and quickly signed again.

‘We should be staying together.’

Andy nodded. 

“Yeah, let’s not split up.”

As you hurried after Ranjo, the Wisper suddenly turned, its playful glow intensifying. It exhaled a burst of fiery sparks at Spitick, who barely dodged in time. Ranjo grinned. 

“Oh, you wanna fight? Alright, let’s do it! Spitick, use Ember!”

The small spider-like Pokémon launched a flurry of embers back at Wisper. The little wisp Pokemon dodged effortlessly, swirling through the air like a leaf in the wind. Then, with another mischievous giggle, it vanished.

Ripple’s eyes widened.

“Great, now it’s gone...”

You signed again.

‘It’s still here.’

You could feel it. The warmth of its fire hadn’t faded. it was circling.

You really don’t like fire.

Ranjo did though. You watched him smirk, as he shifted his stance. 

“You think I don’t know how to deal with a trickster?” 

He whistled, a signal to Spitick. The Fire type clicked in attention, its mandibles twitching, before suddenly breathing out a stream of cinders around itself.

One of the cinders hit something, and you could hear a noise.

The Wisper reappeared, startled, as Spitick’s attack ignited its form, forcing it to stay visible.

“Now I gotcha!” 

Ranjo threw a Pokéball. The wisp wriggled inside, the ball shaking once, twice, then clicked shut.

Ranjo whooped, pumping a fist in the air. 

“YES! Ha, six Pokémon already!”

And all but one is fire. You don’t really think that’s a good thing, in terms of strategy building, but you can’t talk. You only have one Pokemon in YOUR team.

Ripple exhaled, shaking her head. 

“I’m just glad we’re not cursed or something.”

As Ranjo celebrated, a rustling sound came from a nearby bush. 

You turned your head sharply, your body tensing. The undergrowth shifted again, leaves shuddering as something small and round waddled into the open. A soft pink Pokémon with two tiny leaves sprouting from its head blinked up at you with wide, innocent eyes.

Andy gasped. 

“No way… a Cherubi!”

You took out your Pokédex again. 

“Cherubi, the Cherry Pokemon. The small ball holds the nutrients needed for evolution. Apparently, it is very sweet and tasty.“

The little Grass type tilted its body slightly, looking between you all before letting out a cheerful squeak. Its smaller, second head bobbed with the movement.

You relaxed a little. Compared to everything else in this forest, Cherubi felt… harmless.

You did like the forest’s atmosphere, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of something dangerous lurking around.

Andy took a slow step forward, reaching into his bag. 

“Hey, little guy… Are you lost?”

Cherubi didn’t seem frightened. If anything, it was curious, stepping closer to Andy’s outstretched hand. He pulled out a Poké Puff and crouched low. 

“You hungry?”

The Cherubi sniffed the air, then let out another noise, before eagerly taking a bite. Andy laughed softly, his entire expression brightening. 

“You’re adorable!”

Ripple crossed her arms, smiling. She seemed a bit relieved. 

“Like Ranjo and his fire Pokemon, I swear, you attract Grass types like magnets Andy.”

Andy grinned. 

“Not complaining.”

He reached for a Pokéball but hesitated, glancing at you first.

You blinked, surprised he was looking for your input. He quite frankly, didn’t need your permission to catch any Pokémon.

But you felt maybe he just wanted some form of reassurance. You can’t understand why, but you won’t think too hard about it.

You gave him a small nod, signing.

‘Go for it.’

Encouraged, Andy gently tapped the Pokéball against Cherubi’s side. The Pokémon barely resisted, the ball rocking only once before settling with a click.

Andy held it up, beaming. 

“I did it! I caught a Cherubi!”

Ranjo grinned. 

“Nice! Another great addition to the Andy Squad.”

Andy just laughed. He looked genuinely happy, and for a moment, the tension in the forest seemed to lift.

You exhaled quietly, shifting your grip on Kyute. The haunted atmosphere hadn’t gone away, but at least now you weren’t walking deeper into it empty handed.

Ranjo stretched. 

“Alright, I say we do not push our luck any further. We got new Pokémon, and I don’t want to find out what’s waiting deeper in. Something tells me, nothing good will come of us lingering around here.”

Ripple nodded. 

“Agreed. Let’s get out of here before something actually tries to kill us.”

So you weren’t the only one who felt it.

You just nodded in agreement. Andy did the same, almost synchronized with you. 

“Then let’s go!”

With that, the four of you turned back toward the path, moving just a little faster than before.

…

The forest remained eerily silent as you and your friends hurried along the path. The usual sounds of rustling leaves and distant bird Pokémon calls were absent, replaced by an unsettling stillness. Your instincts screamed at you to get out, and fast.

Then, without warning, a deep, guttural growl shattered the silence.

The air grew thick with tension as a dark shape moved in the underbrush. The shadows themselves seemed to ripple, and then it lunged.

A massive, two legged Pokémon burst from the trees, its glowing eyes locking onto your group. A Shiftry. Its jagged leaves sliced through the air as it snarled, baring sharp teeth. Its entire body radiated a wild, territorial fury.

Before anyone could react, it whipped up a fierce gust of wind, a Razor Wind attack already forming. Leaves and debris exploded into the air, forcing you to shield your face.

“Run!” 

Ranjo shouted.

Nobody needed to be told twice.

You bolted, gripping Kyute close as the wind howled behind you. Shiftry wasn’t just scaring you away. It seemed to be hunting you all down. The wild Pokémon darted through the trees with frightening agility, leaping from branch to branch like a phantom in the dark.

Ripple stumbled, but caught herself, clutching her bag tightly. 

“What the heck is their problem, we didn’t do anything!”

Andy turned mid run, yanking a Pokéball from his belt. 

“We have to fight back!” 

He shouted, throwing it forward. In a flash of light, his newly caught Cherubi appeared. 

Ripple threw out her own Pokémon, Sableye who materialized, hissing as its gem-like eyes gleamed.

“Shadow Sneak!” 

Ripple commanded.

Sableye’s shadow elongated unnaturally, slithering forward before striking at Shiftry’s side. The Grass type let out an enraged screech, but barely faltered. Instead, it retaliated with a vicious Leaf Blade, the sharp edge narrowly missing Cherubi and Sableye as it twisted away.

“It’s too fast!” 

Ranjo yelled, gripping his own Pokéball. 

“Corazon go, and use Ember!”

His Fire type fox, Jinglow who he named Corazon apparently, appeared in a burst of flame, immediately launching small embers at Shiftry. The glowing cinders met the dark creature mid leap, and for the first time, it hesitated. A sharp hiss escaped its mouth as it retreated into the canopy, momentarily stunned.

“This is our chance!” 

Andy gasped.

You didn’t wait. Heart pounding, you sprinted forward, not waiting for anyone else to follow you. The dense forest suddenly seemed endless, trees stretching impossibly high, shadows closing in like hungry beasts.

Then, finally, there was a break in the trees. You could see the edge of the forest just ahead, where golden light filtered through.

But before you could reach it, an unnatural howl echoed behind you. Shiftry wasn’t done yet. It leaped from above, its sharp leaves gleaming under the dim light, aiming directly for you.