🌟 UPCOMING

We plan to start writing original Pokepastas for the universe of Missing Numbers soon. Previews of each story below.

Note: the titles aren’t final.

Bug Catcher

After the death of the neighbor kid I was friends with, his family gifted me his Gameboy- better in my hands than rotting in the basement, they figured. Even if I couldn’t understand any of the Japanese text, I decided to do one more runthrough of his favorite game in his memory- the Pokemon cartridge that was left inside.

I haven’t been able to shake this fucking npc since.

Eggshells

I would do anything for my trainer.

She holds the utmost trust in me. She understands me better than any human has before. In return, I warn of disaster. I protect her throughout dangerous expeditions. I fend off wild Pokemon. I help to carry her burdens.

My trainer would do anything for her friend.

A storm is brewing on the mountain.

S.O.S.

Something is wrong. | What’s going on?!

What’s happening to me? | I don’t feel right.

Who’s there-?! | Who’s voice is that…?

Hello? | Who are you?

Can you hear me? | G- Get out of my head!!

But you’re in mine! | What…?

Is… Is this a dream? | It has to be! This isn’t real!

I can’t see anything… | M- my body hurts—

Wake up- wake up, wake up, wake up-

WHY CAN’T WE REMEMBER OUR NAME?

Departure and Arrival

The last time he left, he learned he was still human.

The last time he returned, the one waiting swore he’d never leave again.

That world was no longer his to explore. The mountain was where he belonged, and he knew it.

The first time he left, he had a corpse to carry.

The first time he returned, he was no more than a corpse himself.

Memento Mori

Today had been hard for the little girl… thankfully, her mom had made a stop on the way home to get a feel-better gift. The excitement masked the hurt.

The moment she got home, she ran to her room and shoved the new game into her 3DS, watching the opening with sparkles in her eyes. She met the eyes the pretty deer that stared her down from the top screen, a magical and knowing glint behind its gaze…

… Before the creature collapsed to the ground, motionless. The life around it faded into dust. The triumphant music fizzled out into wind blowing.

Mommy told her she’d picked the deer game because the bird was… scary. “A sore spot after what we did today,” she’d said.

But this was scary! She snapped the 3DS closed. Maybe it was just a weird part of the opening, but she still wanted a minute. She decided she’d go back to playing after making herself dinner, and changing out of her sad, black funeral dress.