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Memories that won't happen 2.2
Day: 1
Tuesday June 2nd, 2015
Time: Midday
Weather: Partly Cloudy
The various ideas that ran through your head in situations like this was almost becoming a common thing, you thought to yourself as you sat there for what felt like minutes and processed the info you had. You thought it was useful for the most part, despite the headache that you sometimes got afterwards.
[x] Go ahead and try and get to Viridian City. The only thing for certain in your way is Route 1...and maybe Arthur.
It was a lesser thought, but you knew exactly why that wasn't a good idea. Well, maybe not so exactly since as you thought about it, the memory of Route 1 was scarce and only your journal held the truth about what happened. Either way, you knew for certain that something bad would happen if you went right now so going to Viridian City right away is a big nope for now. Maybe tomorrow you'd try and go to Viridian or at least after you were a bit more confident.
"Dear, is there something troubling you?" Your mom's voice broke you from your reverie. She looked a bit worried about you, though you could only tell from the minute facial expressions she did show. Your Mom had always been rather good at hiding how she felt.
"Ah…hahaha…" You nervously laughed as you scratched your cheek; a nervous habit of yours. "No, I'm fine Mom just sort of thinking about what I should do next."
"Well, take your time dear. It'd heart your precious Mother's heart if her child rushed out and got hurt due to a lack of thinking about their actions." Getting up from the table she gave you a glance that almost made you…
[x] Tell your Mom about the stuff you wrote in your Journal. You'd feel safer if you had her to help you.
…but ultimately your mother walked away and sat down in the living room. It was weird, it was almost as if you had been nearly compelled to tell her, but you managed to snap out of it. You blamed it on the guilt you felt at hiding things from your own Mom, but you knew that it was the right thing. She be worried to death if she knew the actual truth after all and that wasn't something you wanted.
There was only one option left it seems.
X4 [x] Go and speak with Professor Oak about what happened to you. Maybe a Pokemon Professor would be able to give you an insight into what happened.
You needed to talk to Professor Oak. It was the best idea that you had currently and it certainly wasn't the worst one you've had. You vaguely thought about that idea to reason with the possessed Arthur, and decided that it had been pretty stupid, but even more importantly you remembered something about what happened! You wondered what brought that to occur.
"Hey, Mom! I'm going to go and talk to Professor Oak for a while, and…maybe go and start my journey." Your voice was filled with an assuredness that you didn't know you had, and you were only briefly surprised as your Mom got up from her seat in the comfortable looking couch and hugged you.
"Of course you are. I expect you to do great things; after all you're my child. It's the job of the parent to wholeheartedly believe in whatever their child is going to do, even if it means that they might face danger. Just…try and be safe, okay?" She looked at you with a very concerned look and you could only nod resolutely as she looked at you with her crimson eyes.
"Alright, then. Now, get going else things might get rather hectic for you." With those parting words you swiftly left the comfort of your Mother and your home, and headed towards Professor Oak's Lab. This is where you would get the answers you sought for.
In only a matter of minutes you made your way to Oak's Lab, and despite the knowledge of the fact that Oak was probably your best bet of getting an answer to all of this you felt a foreboding feeling as you gripped your Journal. Going into his lab cautiously, you released the breath that you were holding in. Oak was still on his computer doing something, you noted as you made the decision to call out to him.
"Professor Oak, I need your advice!" Your voice echoed slightly in the building and you saw him jump a bit due to this. He looked back at you with a bemused expression before sighing and getting up from his seat; it seemed to be a rather comfortable chair.
"So, what brings you here then? Perhaps you find yourself in need of advice from this spry old guy?" You chuckled slightly at thanked whatever gave Professor Oak his humor, it made this a tad easier for you to talk about.
"Professor Oak, have you ever heard about a situation in where you experience an event and then go back and do it again? I mean, the event itself feels real and everything, not like a dream." You tried your best to explain the situation to him, but you don't think you got your message through clearly.
"Hmm, well…what you're describing is rather abnormal I must say. It could be many things, but my most probable guess would be that it's a Pokemon. Scientists have theorized that a Pokemon with a sufficient amount of psychic energy, or just pure energy in itself, could possibly warp reality. A Musharna could potentially overwrite a small piece of reality with a dream, and that's just the tip of the iceberg. We had a report written up before that if Giratina, Palkia, or Dialga were to ever start using their full power they could, quite literally, erase space and time on a macro scale if left unchecked. This of course came from a city where it had actually experienced being erased, well almost."
"So…I might've actually experienced the event, but I'm able to redo it because some Pokemon wants me to do so?" It made sense sort of, Pokemon were considered rather supernatural creatures after all.
"Yes, but I have another guess at what it might be as well. It happened to quite a few trainers during their careers, and it tended to be quite noticeable after some time. Tell me, have you started to hear strange voices in your head? Voices, that tend to sound like yours somewhat and give you advice, advice that you always seem to follow?" Professor Oak's eyes seemed to beam a hole through you almost, but you felt yourself calm down forcibly, as if something was preventing you from freaking out.
Oak…might be onto something. Those voices and thoughts, while generally helpful didn't necessarily seem like you at times. Some of them had even pushed you to do things that you otherwise might've not done, so did you tell Oak the truth or not?
Guilt Check!
The voices so far hadn't offered any truly bad advice yet, nor had you actively been made to do anything completely bad yet so for now…you'd trust the voices. They didn't seem like they wanted harm to befall you and they had seemed rather panicked when the thing with Arthur had happened so maybe they were just trying to help you?
"No nothing like that so far Professor Oak, I haven't really thought anything out the ordinary as of late so I'd like to think I'm fine." You refuse the urge to scratch your chin in nervousness as Oak stares at you with his analytical eyes, you couldn't help but feel that he knew you had lied to him.
"Well, I believe you. But, if you start to hear those voices, let me know. They can be very bad at times, and have led many aspiring trainers to do horrible things to achieve a goal. They can make you cross a certain line, and once you do…it's almost certain that you'll have a very, very bad time."
"O-okay." You muttered, stepping back a bit as Oak's presence seemingly overwhelmed the room. You didn't know that he could be such a scary guy.
"Well, now that that's out of the way, do you have anything else you need to talk about?" His voice lost the edge in it, and back in place was the grandfatherly tone that he normally used. You almost thought something bad was going to happen to you there, anyway did you still have anything left to do here? You mostly got the answers you needed, and your new knowledge was rather enriching, but there's always more to gain.
Decision Time!
[ ] Ask Oak more about how he knows these things. His knowledge could be useful to make sure nothing bad happens to you.
[ ] Get going, if Arthur was still there on Route 1 you at least knew he was there, and sometimes knowledge made all of the difference.
[ ] Spend a night at home. If you're Mom lets you anyways.
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