HOW IT FEELS TO DISAPPEAR: DESCENT

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[Tell Blue you saw something.]

“Hey, uh… I’m- I’m so sorry, but I think I saw something weird…”

“… You tend to get that in a haunted graveyard,” he replies flatly, turning to look back at you with a raised eyebrow.

“I- I KNOW,” you scoff, “I caught plenty of Ghost Pokemon around here! I just… Don’t think this was one of those…? I’m worried- what if it’s a stray Pokemon? It looked tiny…”

He frowns, scratching his chin.

“You don’t have to stay stuck to me at the hip, man,” he replies. “You wanna look around? Look around. Just… Try to be careful, would you? Don’t go too far, don’t head up any other floors… Gods know what kind of curses or bad omens are lying around here.”

You spring to your feet, nodding quickly.

“Of course-! Trust me, I wouldn’t dream of doing anything reckless,” you assure him. He laughs a bit, nodding in return.

“Good. Cause I swear, if I have to bury you, I’m gonna ACTUALLY go crazy.”

You giggle with him, giving a big salute- although a part of you can tell he’s not entirely joking. You brush the thought aside, though. You’re a capable trainer- probably the most capable trainer in all of Kanto! You know you don’t have anything to worry about.

“Well, you can tuck that shovel away, Mr. Gravedigger- I’ll be fine! Cross my heart, hope to not-die.” you tell him lightheartedly. “I’ll just be right back, okay?”

He nods. “Okay.”

With that, you step back, walking farther into this floor of the graveyard. You carefully maneuver around the various headstones- what kind of bad karma would it be to knock a grave out of place, you think with a shudder. But you’re careful as always. Being cautious was never a problem for you, after all!

… You end up searching between the cracks and crevices of tombs and graves for a while, though. You feel about ready to call it quits, doing one last walk around the outer walls of this floor, when you finally spot the culprit of that brown little blur that had scared you so badly, hiding in a far corner behind a grave:

An Eevee.

The poor thing looks terrible… Thin, sickly, and trembling. Your heart sinks for it- Eevees aren’t from this part of Kanto, and especially with the state it’s in, someone must have dumped the Pokemon in the tower and called it a day. It’s starving so bad, you can see its ribs, and you wonder; how long has it been here…?

You try to approach quietly, as to avoid startling it- but when it sees you, it still tenses, its hackles raising and its ears flattening against its head. You can’t blame it- being abandoned by some cruel trainer must’ve done awful things for its trust of humans.

Still, you aren’t going to get anywhere if its scared of you.