Memories that won't happen 2.3
Day: 1
Tuesday June 2nd, 2015
Time: Midday
Weather: Partly Cloudy
Running through new ideas near-instantaneously, you noted that the process behind these ideas coming to you seemed…smoother to say the least. Earlier there had been some sort of delay between the thoughts along with a mean headache, but it was better now. Anyway,
X2 [x] Ask Oak more about how he knows these things. His knowledge could be useful to make sure nothing bad happens to you.
You thought that this would be a rather decent idea to follow through on, especially due to the fact that it came through a bit more…bolder than the others. Taking a moment to think about how to get a bit more information from Oak, you decided to just wing it.
"Professor Oak, exactly how do you know so much about this? I mean, I understand that you're a Pokemon Professor and all, but this information seems a bit out of the norm to say the least."
Looking at you he gives a bit of a chuckle before sighing, you could see his face sag as if he was suddenly assaulted by age. You knew that however the hell he knew this info must've affected him quite bad if it could turn him from a jolly old man into…this.
"Let's just say some things are better left unknown, and when you go searching for certain things just know that you might not like what you find. You do know about the…Satoshi incident, yes?"
Oh…****. The Satoshi incident was very well known to nearly everyone in Pallet Town. In had been about a boy who had left Pallet Town when things had been completely peaceful in Kanto, however the scary part hadn't been till he came home.
He hadn't aged a single day since he left, and he'd been gone for years nearly. Even though that had been quite strange, even more odd had been the way he looked at the people. His eyes seemed distant, even as he smiled at the familiar faces. The way he stared at people though had seemed maddening, if what my Mom had told me was true.
Later that night Miss Hanako had been found dead, with no obvious sounds of damage and her house was burning down. The town had quickly blamed Satoshi as the probable cause, Mom said it was because he made a perfect scapegoat, and sought him out.
Satoshi had been found gazing at a lake near Pallet Town, and in his hands were bundles of matches. The townspeople say that after a brief exchange of words he jumped into the lake and left them with the parting words "Curses, and destined to burn till you're nothing, but ashes."
"I see you know of the incident." Professor Oak's voice brought me out of my thoughts as I focused in on what he was saying to me.
"What many do not know about that incident is a rather important detail to know about him. Satoshi had always been plagued with the ability to hear these strange voices; they whispered in his ears constantly, always filling him with ideas and different thoughts. It…troubled him greatly, but with support from his family and friends Satoshi overcame them and tried to make the right decisions. He had even told me that some of the voices were willingly helping him make good decisions. We believed him and soon after he became one of the few to beat the Battle Frontier, it was one of the proudest moments in his life. But, the voices got worst after that."
"…What happened then?" My curiosity was getting the better of me as I listened to the story.
"Hmm, he learned of things that people should not know of, and…well the rest of the story is something I do not wish to tell. Those voices led him to ruin, I know this in my heart for sure. He had always been such a bright boy; I still hold the firm belief that it wasn't him who killed his Mother. He loved her too much."
[X] Tell Oak about us
You thought about telling Oak about your own situation, but looking at how sad and morose sounding he was you decided to keep it to yourself, at least for now. However, you'd be much more reluctant about these thoughts and ideas you got from now on. Even if only a bit of the story was true, Satoshi had been one of the strongest trainers despite the losses that he was known for. If he had heard the voices, you definitely could understand why he might lose battles he shouldn't.
Anyways, you still had something of importance that you needed to figure out and hopefully this would get Oak's mind off of the depressing situation that you had mistakenly made him think about.
[x] Show Oak the crimson Pokeball your mother gave you.
Reaching into your handy-dandy bookbag you reach in and grab at the crimson Pokeball that somehow found its way to the bottom of your bag. Grabbing at it,
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̶͚̖͖̦̱͔̇ͣ̾̏͐̐ͨͪ̅̾͟͝ͅǸ̵̵̸̫͎̫͔̠͍͍̳͖̥̦̀̓͗ͤͭ̇͋ͦ̽̾ͅo̷̧͇̗͖͔̘̓̐ͫͪ̈́ͨ̔̈̈̅ͥ̊ͯ͘tͨͬ͆ͥ̇̉̑̈̄̀͝͏͍̖̱͇͖̝͈̩̻̱͎͉̫͡ ̷͙̞̺̗̞̟̫͇͔̳̤̠͙̻͉ͥ͂͑̏̊ͪ̃͗̋̄̾̀͟͞r̷̳͙̞̱̠̘̝̲̹̽͐̿͡e̷͙̖̺̼̳͔͙̲ͨ̏ͤ̔̓͛̃̊̉ͪ̍͟a̵̡̺̫͖̼̫͎͉̹̬̻̤̱̔͂͌̄̄̾̈́̍̍̃͊́͢͟ͅd̵̨̻͎͎͉͍̜͈͌ͮͯͭ̔̓ͯͨ̏͑ͮ̌̈́̆̃̿̔̿ẏ̸̵̶̦̗͚̻̟̻̺̩̣̲͈̫̆̒̅ͭ́̾͒̅͘͞.̮̞͉͕̗͎̩̠̲͆̒ͥ͛̐ͥ̆͌ͮͦ̀̚͟.ͩ͋̈́̒ͨ̔͆͛ͪ̊̈̾ͭͨͫ͢͏̛͈̜̣̞̭̫̞̖̺̥̗͕͓̹̮͙̪͝ͅͅ.̶̧͎͙͓̭̤͕̖̤̳͔̣̬̥ͨ̃͛̃͐̈̽̐
̸̸̨̢͚̝͙͉̳͕̤͎̻͈̯̖̪̥̖͈̲͋̎̽ͣ͒̈̓͛̅̆́ͅA̧̛ͪͣ̐̓̉ͪ̓̏͆͗͊͘̕͏̠̞̗͕̱̟̙̦̯̱̮̰̺̮̞͙̠ͅͅw͗̀̿̂͑ͯ̔̾͂̚͏̨̞̟͚̥̯͘a̷̧͉̮̲͈͔̹̫̣̠̝̟͎͙̠͓̬̩̫̺͆̓ͭ̾ͣ̔̃ͯͦ̍̄ͩ̒ͫͨ̉͠͠k̉̇͗͂͆͗ͤ͐̄ͦͬͭ̑̕͠҉̧̨̟͍̺̪̭̹͚̙ͅe̡͒́ͥ̈͌̄҉̛̪̭͍̫̰̮̠̙͘ņ̶̗̘̱̫̻̠͙̻̈̃̿ͥ̍ͣ̔̈́͘͞ ̢̧̫̪̣̗̦̱̟̫͎͇̱̟͕̯̮̯̊͋̂͛ͮͪ̀̑̕̕s̶̛͍͔͔͖̖̰̟̞̖̭̼̮̭̝̲͕̯̙̱ͦ̓ͤ̈́͋ͭͬ̿ͯ̒ͧ͂̑̽̐̒͊̆̀͞͠ǒ̡̻̰̙̣̘̤͓͚̠̦͓͖̫͊ͯ̍̊͛ͣ̉ͩ̓̎̚̕͜͡o̴̴̡̢͚̰̜̣͛ͫ̽̊ͮ̓̈͂̊̓̾ͨn̸̬̲̲̲͍͚̫͎͓̲̪̱͍͈̝̠͕͌́̈ͧ͌̀͝ͅ.̴̡͖̙̱̥̼̺̤̣̩̠͊͒͆ͧͨͧ̕
̡̐ͨ̌͏̣̺͙̗͈͍̲̭̼͇͕̬͉̫̲ͅͅǓ̧̨̟̬̘̼̺͙̰͓͎͔͔͖̰̦ͨ̐͑̀͐͒̐̚ņ̨̬̦̼̫͎̲̳̲̠̱̪̻̫̝ͦ̿ͯ̅ͮ͑̎͂ͫͤͭ͛ͤ̅͗̓̽̚̕͘͞T̨̖̭̖͍̞̖̭̹̞̘͓̜̗̮̘̟̖̘͊̂͂̐ͭͣ͗̑ͭ͟͟͡ͅI͋́ͯ͌̄͋ͮ͆͛̓̆ͪͣ͗̎̇̓̚͏̷̤̦̗̰̳̻͙̖̺͈̲͔̞̯͖ĺ̤̙̦͍ͭ̅ͫ̾̒͑̔ͯͯ͂͂ͫ̈͋̚̕͜ͅ ̋̒͆͑̽̀̕҉̶̹͉͚̫̙̼͚̲̰͚̯̱̝̤̝̦̩͈t͑́̐ͭ͗ͤ̽̂̊̀̿̎̕͏̴̛̯̼̟̳̹̗̪͚̗̺̗̬̻͇̲̜̕Ḫ̸͖̺̝̖̣͎͎͔̤̟̱͕͚̫̱̿ͤ̉̽ͧ͐̃̾̽̍̓́͝Ȅ̔̑̀̐̓̀҉̷͚̗̲̬̮͚̘͍̻̤͟n̸̢̘̦̰̞̙̉̋͗ͭͯ̌̓̒̀̅͒̃̄͛̓ͤ.̸̡̱̫͉̗̠̙̦̞̳͌ͪ̇̉ͧ͌̿̃̇ͨ̓͝
̲̻̹̻̠̼̫̪̝̙̩̽̂̈́̄̄́̃ͮ͒͋̆̓̏͌̔ͣ͢͜͠S̡̤͍͚̝̥ͯͮ̎̏ͯ͌͆̒̿͟L̨͖͈̞͓̲̓͋̀ͧͩͦ̈̉̔ͮ̆͌̕͠è̷̵̵̶̢̪̞̘̼̖̝̆͊ͬ͌̓̚̚̚E̴̸̳̣̙͕̿̒̽ͮ̓̌̇ͧ͘p̨͓̗͎̭͎͉̫͇̣̰̮̘̻̐̂ͨ͌ͤ̉͋ͧ̋͐̊͠͠.̛̮͈̻̝̀̽̅̂̈́ͭͮͣ̌ͣ͞͠
͙̯͓͖͚͍̻̹̪̥̬̱̬̀̀͊̏͜D̶̺͓̭͙̣͇̼̻̘̺͚̳͍̤̱͔͖̟̓͑ͤ͊̾̐̿ͬ̄̂ͫͭͪ̃̋̈́̚͠r̵̷̗̱̮̙̘̤̯̯̠̞̘̭̟̪̼̗͔̍̂̅͐̋̽̏̐ͫͦͥ̐͡Ę̴̵̠̳̟͓̜͕̫͙̰̪ͫ̔̀̒͂͒͂͂ͥ͑͋ͯ̕A̸̢͓͓̙͈̯̭͔̝̹͓͚̼̋̀̅̇́͘͜m̱̱̟̭̭̤͖̱̬̎͛ͧͧ̅̇̇͌ͤ̑ͫͭ͛̽͊̀͠.̵͙͇͖̙͔͙̲̜̥͖͈͇̦̼̠͇ͣ͑ͯ̇ͥ̈́̕
̷̩̪͉̘̻̦̠̣̯̗͕̜̟̻͓̻̫͒ͫ̉̀̕͡T̨̜̱͍̜̖̳̣͓̺̙̞͚̱̫̿̓̌̃ͬ͗͊́́̚ͅh̶̴̭̭̥̟̪̫͚͎̱̩̻̣̳͚͙̮̃ͩ̂ͫ́͐̃̉ͥ̆͢ͅͅE̺̥̲͖̝̞̜͇̠̺͔̘̣̲̺̤̐̽̍̽ͦ̿̒̔ͧ̂̄͋͌͛ͪ́̚͝ͅn̶̶̷̤̭̖̫͈͈͔̱̙̟̘̈͋ͭͨͫͭ̋͐͠ ̵̴̝̩̜̹͈͓̝̮̜̥̩̼͇̞̺͛̈́ͤͫͨͪ̓̎ͥͦ͛ͭͨ̓ͣ͠A̵̵̰͈͍̫̯̜̩̖̲͔̰̐͆̓ͣ̍͌͂̐̾̑̎͟ͅͅw͎̻̖ͬͭ̃̽̐̏ͯ͂̓͐ͩ̇ͬ̌ͨ͘̕͝a̶̧͔̝̞̞̱̣̘̩̮̩̩̖̗̫̗̓̉͌ͥ̒ͤͪͨ̽̍͠͞͡ķ̶̡̛̣̙͈̼̙̗̤͌̑̊̎̓̕ȩ̴̦͍̮̭͖̯̱͉͈͖̬̱̰̖̟͕̈́̐ͪ̊͂ͬͭ̽̋ͣ͌̚͞.̧̫͕̥̲͇̫͋̊͛ͦ̈́̒ͩͭ͑ͭ͗̈́̒ͤ̿͋̀͜
̨̜̹̮̺̦̗̥͉̙̙̠̘͚͎ͯͧ̎ͪ̐̈́̈̾͒̒͐̊̃͘͞D̴̨̺͉̟̜̩̠̬̩̠̬͇̽ͣ̆̾ͮͭ͗ͮͪ̋ͩ̏ͭ̈́ͬ́̚O̴̶͕̮̻̞͙̻̥̤͙̜̭̟̱ͣ̋ͪ̔̀͟͞ ̸͔̰̫̯̝̘̮̭̤̯̫͎̭̆̍̾ͣ̾͛̈͌̅̌ͪͥ̀ͅŃ̐͑ͣͨ̂ͬͨ̉̂͂͏̷͡҉̞̙͖̣͉̦̰͖̳̼̟̰͇͈̜͎͕͈T̢͓͔̻̳͎̰͓͕̜̎̋͛͘͠͝ ̢̡̀͐̉ͪ͋ͭ̒ͤ͋̀͐ͣ ͖̪̜̠̳̥T͐̊̒̍̑̓ͨ́ͦͫͫ̋̄̀̾ͮ̚͡҉̷̭̪̯̖̗̬̼͎͎̞̩̹ͅR̶̢̖̝̖͍̯̫̦̫̤̖̺͇ͤ̓̿̉͐́̌͐ͣͪ̍̃̅̕͜͡ͅͅŲ̶̫͓͔͈̳͖͇͈͙̜̠͓͙̪̮̱ͫ͋͐͌́́̑͋͋͒ͩ̒ͩ͌̒ͧͅṠ̵̶̜̪̺̮̲̫̯̬̘̘̹̞̤̣͇̦͌̄̄̓̊̾͑͊̀̓ͮ͌̚͢T̶͉̘̗̼̫̲̤̺̱̠̩͓̫̯̻̦͒ͪ̀̌̃̂̓̑͂̓ͥ͑͜.̶̪̠̭͕̰̒̾ͨ̍̾͊̅̐̎ͫ̽ͨ͘͠
͐͌̊̋͒̈͆̑̇͋̒ͫ̅̅̓̆͗͗͐͏͝͏̞͖͔͕̝̦̖S̢̬̺͍̤̯̝̫̜̦̖̪̗͑̈́͗͌̒̿̉́̚͝ͅŢ̡̢͊ͨ̾̎ͭͤ̅̌͗̀͊̿̐͌̇̿͒̓̋͟҉̻̟͈͕͕̼̗̟̞̬̞̥͔ͅO̷͚̝̲̳͇̻̯͉̫̰̘̯ͯ̒͌͋̐̂͛̑̈́ͥ͑̎́ͤͤ̚ͅP̴̺̥̹̻̻̦̜̪̣̣͚̿̉̓ͪͦ̿́ ̡̝͎̬̺̭͔̤ͤ͌ͬͣ̿̐̀̕͞T̸̷̖͍̺̠͒̆͆ͫͬ̀ͫͨ́́ͩͯ̾́͘͜͟H̵̵̗͓̲̯̻ͩͧ̊͋̿̅ͨ̋̌͊͗̑ͯͪ̋̄ͦ̒͜͜E͎͖̰̰̜͕ͦ̈ͨͧ̊̈́͐̉̋̍̀ ̸̱͓̩̻͔̤̝̽ͮ̊͂̃̃ͬ͜͠͠D̨̛̠̣͔͙̀ͥ͋̔́̇̉͂̈̒͝͡R̃ͧͭͫ͋͘͝͝͡҉̗̘͕͚̦͉̹̩̺͚̻͙̥͉͍Ē̴̯̺̖̝͌̈́̽Ạ̴̢̞͔̘̪̪̻̞̈̽͂ͩ̇ͨ̂͗̔͢ͅM̡̛̯̦̺̼̜̜ͤ̎̔̏̉̉̔͐ͧ̇̅̋͂̔͐̂ͯ̈́͜.͌̔̔͐ͫ̏̑͂҉̵̴̩̮̻͓̮
̴̡̢̰͉͇̟̲̰͙̜̺̝̿̋̅̉̔͒̔͘A̸̢̻͖͓̠͖̖̓ͪ̓ͫͤͧͥW̼̖̱̮͖̮̤̘͎̩̰̱͈̥͔͌ͥ̏̀̇̊̊̑̿ͫ͆͗̈̆͑̉͊̀͞Ą̢̻͉̻̬̥̺̞̗̰̲̗͎͕̬͎ͭ̓͊̓̔͐ͨͯ͌͜͡K̊̇̒̅̄̿̓ͭ̂̈́͒͑̌̑̌̚̚҉̴̠̫͇̫͉̮͇̬͈͓̞̭́̕E̐ͤͬ̑ͣ͏͖̙͉̖͎̮̥̭̘̼̹̺̜͇͢ ̷̸͒̽͋͊͌̈̄ͪ̆́̚͝͏͔͕̞̮͇̮̭̠̯̰N̵̍̂ͬ͂ͭͯ̔̈́̓́҉̸͝N̰̦̘͉̭̺̳̬̣̫̱̬̩͖̥̪̟̫Ǫ̢̘̖̗͍͈̖͔̥̲̱̰̜͚͈̪̠̹͉͗̓ͧ̎̂̅̃̀͠W̵̴̵̨̡͚͕͕̖̤̘͈̠̣̻̭̩̱̭͇ͦ̈́͊ͤ̃ͣ͒̾̔.̀ͧ̋̋ͪ̑ͪ̑͌̆̂ͣ̾̓̃̑̀̚҉̯͙̥̤̘̘̤̩͙̞͇̻̦͉̙̪̰̖͜͟ͅ
̴̌̓͗̔̉̏̀̌̓̉̈́҉̨̗͔̟̳̻͖̦͖̯̠̱̠̜͠B̴̪͕͖̬̗̹̖̤̝͉̦͇̞̍̀̔̔̀ͮ̕͟͠ưͮ͛ͬ̇ͯ̀̚͢͏̪̦̗̰͚t̪͕̬͇͈̓̉ͬͨͧ̑̉͐̕͞͝,̷̮̟̳̼̜̙̟̘͈͕̲̠̳̣̖̅̍͛̔ͣͣͭͣͣ͋̊̕͡ ̈́ͫ̎̋͑͊͏̙͓̠͍̦̟͉̗͓͔͕̰͔͞u͊͂̇̈͏҉̛̗̤̤̺͚̣́n̶̲͓͇͖͕̹̖̩̩̻̥͇̲̗̝̎̀̎ͪͯ̀̀͢t̷̡̞͕͖̗͔̲̱̙̙̰̞̻͗ͦͥ͟i̶̡̢̨̘͙̮̟̱͊͋̏̏ͬ̽ͬl̵̈̿́ͩ̃͊ͭ̾́͋͘͏͏̢͙̼͓̲̥̥̟̟ ̴̢̤̥̬͈̜͈͉̲͚͐ͦ̊̈̅ͪͬͪ̄ͦ͊ͧͪ͒ͥ͘͡t̸̵̬̻̗̪̪͌̃̅ͤͦ͑̾̾̀͐̀̚͝h̶̸̨̰̠͚͖̫̼̼ͩ̂̿̐͋͌͋ͣͤ̐̒́e̸̶͓̫̖̹͚̪͇̲̝͉ͧͩ͐͌͊̔ͥ̃n̸̵̝̬̠̪͖̝̙͓͉̯̤̫̜̠͈͕̫̦̗ͣ͂͌ͤͧ͐̍̆̋̆̌͗̃̚͘ ̴͍̠̞̜͉̙̝̙͎͖̽ͨ̌̊͗͂̀ͪ͢͜͞ș̷̵̡̱̠̪̟̗̓̆̐l̷̨̛͎͈̳̖̙̦̜̭̱̫͙̻̗̦̯ͬ̀ͤ̉̓ͣ͐̿ͣ͊̕͠ͅē̷̑̿ͯ̒̈ͬ̍̓͏̙̭͚̭̯͢͜ě̋ͫ̏́͌̊̉̀ͩ͆̽҉̧̱̱̩̤̥̠̫̦͢͠ͅp̸̪̬̘̼͔͕̺̜͓̝̝̘̘̦̞̮̣̱̔̒ͮ͆̕͟.͖̞̜̻̯͙̲͖̤̦̿ͥͧͣ̓́͟͜ͅ
You put the ball back down. Something in your mind tells you that it wouldn't be a good idea to show Professor Oak the ball just yet. Maybe later when you had some time you could so, right now however you should probably get out of his hair, and maybe apologize. You hadn't meant to make him think about the incident in the first place.
[x] 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.
You'd been putting this off for too long now, it was almost the afternoon and you definitely wanted to make it to Viridian City before then. Even if that person was still there on Route 1, at least you knew that you needed to plan for what may be there.
"Professor Oak, I'm sorry for the disturbance."
"Oh, it's not your fault. I'm just an old man caught up in my memories, don't worry about me. You should get going to Viridian City soon though; you wouldn't want it to get too dark before you make it there. You never know what Pokemon lurk in the dark, hahaha."
"Ugh, yeah. I'll be going now." Running out of the lab fast you decided to first make a plan or at least strategy to get to Viridian City safely. You could just barely remember that a threat was near, but you still remembered. So, what's the plan you thought.
Decision Time!
[ ] Run for it! Whatever danger awaits can't catch you if you're too fast for them.
[ ] Stealth. Use the forest to get there, this is going to be very tactical.
[ ] Try and show Oak the Crimson Pokeball again. You feel a twinge in your head as you think about it.
[ ] Write in your own suggestions!
