~Red
Meh. Hate me if you will.
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- Seen Dec 2, 2016
Prologue
The boy lounged very still on his Lapras. His Super Rod rested on his knee and his right hand slowly caressed the tired Lapras' body. He watched the water around him, the slow ripples of the life within it's cool depths. There was no one around in this part of Route 20.
He sighed deeply. He shifted himself into an upright position to pack away his rod and fishing gear. Once his backpack was full once more, he signaled to his old Lapras to head back to shore, back to the island of myth and mystery, back to Cinnabar...
The Lapras heaved himself into a U-turn and casually waded in an easterly direction. The boy looked around himself, it was getting rather dark. Cinnabar was almost in sight.
A ripple on the surface a few feet from them. Probably a Tenticool he thought. Another ripple, closer now, more larger. Paranoia sets in as the boy sat up more straight and alert. Foam rises from the frozen depths all around. A thin layer of fog swept it's way across and dances on the surface of the water.
Then a strange thing happened. The Lapras halted as the water it was about to cross began to change to a deep purple colour. It flicks up and splats across the boy and his Pokémon with the texture not dissimilar to yoghurt.
The purple gunk bubbles and begins to levitate into the air and spin like a purple tornado. As they writhed in midair the boy watched with his mouth open as the purple splodges began to stick together and form strange shapes. A swirl of blue and white was added to their colour and a form was almost created.
Before the boy could take in the giant beast, it flew up into the air at light speed, leaving a trail of purple mess behind it. The water around him went still. Silence. "Lapras....Lapras! Move!" But the Lapras was gazing up at the sky, transfixed, in a trance. It let out a small whine. The boy gradually lifted his head up to look where the Lapras was looking.
Nobody heard the boy scream. Nobody saw him again.
The boy lounged very still on his Lapras. His Super Rod rested on his knee and his right hand slowly caressed the tired Lapras' body. He watched the water around him, the slow ripples of the life within it's cool depths. There was no one around in this part of Route 20.
He sighed deeply. He shifted himself into an upright position to pack away his rod and fishing gear. Once his backpack was full once more, he signaled to his old Lapras to head back to shore, back to the island of myth and mystery, back to Cinnabar...
The Lapras heaved himself into a U-turn and casually waded in an easterly direction. The boy looked around himself, it was getting rather dark. Cinnabar was almost in sight.
A ripple on the surface a few feet from them. Probably a Tenticool he thought. Another ripple, closer now, more larger. Paranoia sets in as the boy sat up more straight and alert. Foam rises from the frozen depths all around. A thin layer of fog swept it's way across and dances on the surface of the water.
Then a strange thing happened. The Lapras halted as the water it was about to cross began to change to a deep purple colour. It flicks up and splats across the boy and his Pokémon with the texture not dissimilar to yoghurt.
The purple gunk bubbles and begins to levitate into the air and spin like a purple tornado. As they writhed in midair the boy watched with his mouth open as the purple splodges began to stick together and form strange shapes. A swirl of blue and white was added to their colour and a form was almost created.
Before the boy could take in the giant beast, it flew up into the air at light speed, leaving a trail of purple mess behind it. The water around him went still. Silence. "Lapras....Lapras! Move!" But the Lapras was gazing up at the sky, transfixed, in a trance. It let out a small whine. The boy gradually lifted his head up to look where the Lapras was looking.
Nobody heard the boy scream. Nobody saw him again.
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