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- Pokémon Tower, Lavender Town, Kanto Region
- Seen Jun 1, 2011
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Friendship without Faux
Cold. Cold, dull pain was the only feeling that overcame me when you grabbed my hand. I shuddered, I cried out. It overcame my entire body, made my head hurt, my feet ache, and everything in between. When you didn't let me go, I made another sound that was choked as something cold stung my face and filled my lungs. I lost all other feeling and stopped feeling anything from my knees down, save for a thick ring of pain curing through my left kneecap. My fingertips went numb and My eyes hurt and I was on the edge of tears when you let go.
"Red?" You asked, as, all of the sudden, the pain left me and everything became bearable again.
"Ch-…"I began, being unable to continue without clearing my throat, which I took the time to do thoroughly before stating simply, "Channeler."
"Are…you okay?" You asked. "You look as though you've seen a ghost, which, if you have, direct me towards it quickly."
"No, no." I said, waving my hands. "I'm fine. Lets just go."
—
It took me three years to tell you what happened that day. Three long years that made me miserable. I thought you'd call me crazy, thought you would leave me, alone, to fend for myself in the expanse of wilderness that was my life, but when I brought it up, you were so excited, so welcoming.
"What happened?"
"I just got… really cold. Really cold. And everything hurt so much I couldn't stand it. It hurt everywhere."
"That's it?" You asked with a faux smile. I'd seen you do it hundreds of times. Thousands of times. You just showed them how it would end. You were only 15 then, You couldn't completely control your powers. I was 12, and It was the worst thing in my entire life.
—
Six more years passed. You and I were separated when we entered glitch city about a three years ago. I remember it, all hues of black and white and such dull colors I wanted to bite my lip open till it bled just to see some color. Everything was blocky and boring but still fun, still there and our and we were the only ones who could have it. I remember you said you'd taken people there before and I felt cheated, in a way, but You said I was the only one who'd remember it. You said I was the strongest. I remember being alone in an endless field of white and having nothing around me but pokemon… H poke, missingNo., and the one that had no name because it's name was way too glitchy in the 'dex to read.
They were all there.
—
Two years, again. I entered the hall of fame and when I got into the actual hall and I saw you standing there I almost burst into tears because the moment I hugged you I felt it again, but five times the intensity of the first time. It was so cold that I thought my breath would be coming out as little white puffs and little snow flakes would pop off of me. My knee had that terrible, piercing pain again and I felt so pained that my mind began to slowly turn black as I spiraled into unconsciousness with a pained yelp.
I came-to in the Pokecenter in Viridian.
—
Its been four years and now I'm standing on top of Mt. Silver. Wait, wait. No. I'm laying here, on my stomach. You left three years ago, to 'go home' as you put it in Lavender Town. I knew what you meant, and with a sad good bye I watched your back leave me all the way from my position at the top of the Silph Co. building to Lavender, and I made a note of where your bed was in the graveyard.
And now I'm coming to my end, too. I'll be going home, too. I'm 27 years old and I just got beaten for the first time in more than a decade, and I'm laying, belly-down in the snow. I'm so cold, So utterly cold I can't stand it. My skin is tight and my face hurts, and my eyes sting and burn and they're tearing up but they won't close, My left leg missing from the knee down. I wanted to scream, and cry and thrash about and make noise but every sound died before it reached my blue-tinted lips and every motion died before the thought could be executed. My fingers were numb and my palms burned and I panicked and I though long and hard before throwing my hand above my head, thrusting it downwards into icy snow and pulling myself forward. Everything ached, everything was so cold it burned and that disk of pain covered my knee and began to spread as I used my good leg to push forward as I clawed my way to the ledge facing Lavender Town, and with tired, pain-filled eyes I looked out.
Standing in the room, three down from the top, I saw you, smiling, missing from your ankles down only to be replaced by a purple, ghost-like mist, and for the first time in a long time I saw you smiling for real, because you and I could be friends without faux.
Friendship without Faux
Cold. Cold, dull pain was the only feeling that overcame me when you grabbed my hand. I shuddered, I cried out. It overcame my entire body, made my head hurt, my feet ache, and everything in between. When you didn't let me go, I made another sound that was choked as something cold stung my face and filled my lungs. I lost all other feeling and stopped feeling anything from my knees down, save for a thick ring of pain curing through my left kneecap. My fingertips went numb and My eyes hurt and I was on the edge of tears when you let go.
"Red?" You asked, as, all of the sudden, the pain left me and everything became bearable again.
"Ch-…"I began, being unable to continue without clearing my throat, which I took the time to do thoroughly before stating simply, "Channeler."
"Are…you okay?" You asked. "You look as though you've seen a ghost, which, if you have, direct me towards it quickly."
"No, no." I said, waving my hands. "I'm fine. Lets just go."
—
It took me three years to tell you what happened that day. Three long years that made me miserable. I thought you'd call me crazy, thought you would leave me, alone, to fend for myself in the expanse of wilderness that was my life, but when I brought it up, you were so excited, so welcoming.
"What happened?"
"I just got… really cold. Really cold. And everything hurt so much I couldn't stand it. It hurt everywhere."
"That's it?" You asked with a faux smile. I'd seen you do it hundreds of times. Thousands of times. You just showed them how it would end. You were only 15 then, You couldn't completely control your powers. I was 12, and It was the worst thing in my entire life.
—
Six more years passed. You and I were separated when we entered glitch city about a three years ago. I remember it, all hues of black and white and such dull colors I wanted to bite my lip open till it bled just to see some color. Everything was blocky and boring but still fun, still there and our and we were the only ones who could have it. I remember you said you'd taken people there before and I felt cheated, in a way, but You said I was the only one who'd remember it. You said I was the strongest. I remember being alone in an endless field of white and having nothing around me but pokemon… H poke, missingNo., and the one that had no name because it's name was way too glitchy in the 'dex to read.
They were all there.
—
Two years, again. I entered the hall of fame and when I got into the actual hall and I saw you standing there I almost burst into tears because the moment I hugged you I felt it again, but five times the intensity of the first time. It was so cold that I thought my breath would be coming out as little white puffs and little snow flakes would pop off of me. My knee had that terrible, piercing pain again and I felt so pained that my mind began to slowly turn black as I spiraled into unconsciousness with a pained yelp.
I came-to in the Pokecenter in Viridian.
—
Its been four years and now I'm standing on top of Mt. Silver. Wait, wait. No. I'm laying here, on my stomach. You left three years ago, to 'go home' as you put it in Lavender Town. I knew what you meant, and with a sad good bye I watched your back leave me all the way from my position at the top of the Silph Co. building to Lavender, and I made a note of where your bed was in the graveyard.
And now I'm coming to my end, too. I'll be going home, too. I'm 27 years old and I just got beaten for the first time in more than a decade, and I'm laying, belly-down in the snow. I'm so cold, So utterly cold I can't stand it. My skin is tight and my face hurts, and my eyes sting and burn and they're tearing up but they won't close, My left leg missing from the knee down. I wanted to scream, and cry and thrash about and make noise but every sound died before it reached my blue-tinted lips and every motion died before the thought could be executed. My fingers were numb and my palms burned and I panicked and I though long and hard before throwing my hand above my head, thrusting it downwards into icy snow and pulling myself forward. Everything ached, everything was so cold it burned and that disk of pain covered my knee and began to spread as I used my good leg to push forward as I clawed my way to the ledge facing Lavender Town, and with tired, pain-filled eyes I looked out.
Standing in the room, three down from the top, I saw you, smiling, missing from your ankles down only to be replaced by a purple, ghost-like mist, and for the first time in a long time I saw you smiling for real, because you and I could be friends without faux.