#Pokepasta — The Missing Numbers

IMG May 4

<a href="https://possiblyfunny.tumblr.com/" style="text-decoration:underline;">possiblyfunny</a>: Hello??? Are you…okay in there?

The figure perks up at the sound of your voice. It’s hard to make out, but it seems to… Smile? You can see it’s mouth move, but what comes out of the speaker is incomprehensible.

“#*&&^*%ZZDZZZAZZ9ZZAZZIZZ ZZDZZ#@*^$ZZ9ZZAZZ ZZIZZDZZ ZZ#^$‘¥♡!@%%&’ !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!¡!!”

It leans in further towards the camera, its bitcrushed, distorted voice continuing to eagerly yell nonsense at you as it tries to close the distance, the feed only distorting further the closer it gets.

It seems to completely descend into static, and you’re overtaken by a distinctly uneasy feeling. It’s as if your mind is starting to cloud in tandem with the growing corruption- its words cutting through your very thoughts.

What’s going on? What’s your name? Where are you? ? Hello? Hello? Hello? Do you want to fight?? Hi!! Hello!!! ZZAZZAZZDZZAZZIZZ9ZZAZZ"-&9"^'JZZAZZ

-KCHT-

And just as quickly, it all falls silent.

Though the sound that cut it off with was… Strange. Like a burst of static, but with something organic behind it. And with it, whatever that was stops moving. The only motion of the screen is the ever present, ever worsening glitching.

….. And a strange beating at where it’s face had been.

As if it’s trying to break through.

Thmp, thmp, thmp…

RRRRIP.

The unmistakable sound of flesh tearing overpowers the deafening static of the feed.

SQUSHH.

A second comes.

The bone-like blades struggle, hacking and slashing through the garbage. With a splatter of blood, they tear through the corruption, breaking through a mess of flesh, items, numbers, letters, the scrambled pieces of people and pokemon.

With each strike, it cries in resistance, its “voice” a cacophany of the sounds of breaking and ripping and cracking and screaming and tearing,

struck over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over-

Until, with a final tear, a face appears.

“So, so sorry about that! Those things are so annoying.”

The man’s cheshire grin widens.

“Nice to finally meet you. I was wondering when you’d show up.”

RED IS AVAILABLE FOR QUESTIONS.

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ASK May 3

▸ Anonymous asked:

Alright, you said you won’t leave unless needed… But like, I’m confident it’s gotta be below zero up there! At the very least, do you need anything up there? Some blankets? A tent? Firewood? Some soup? What’s your favorite soup?

[scrounges around for a pen and pad to jot down a possible answer]

You can find a pen and paper pretty easily on the desk you’re settled at- the lab may be a disaster, but there’s no shortage of supplies for recording.

Not that it ends up being necessary…

“i don’t need anything. the cold is no concern. i do not have a preferred soup… i don’t need to eat.”

An ask from anonymous: Message received, Red. Don't worry.
We'll figure this out! In the meanwhile... I'm going to try and get some supplies up to the peak. Hire somebody with a Delibird, maybe? I'll try to work out something.
I suspect you don't

“you really don’t need to deliver anything. i don’t need anything. i really…..”

an ask from possiblyfunny: Red... Are you okay? You look like you need a hug...

“no- No, please. You shouldn’t come. It’s dangerous, you’d….“

A cropped part of an ask from possiblyfunny: Uhm... can we... start over? Maybe be friends...?

Red completely freezes at the question. The only noise you hear is… Soft, and comes from the other end of the feed, unlike the ghostly voice you’ve become accustomed to.

A sharp gasp. His breath hitches.

“…!”

.

“no.”

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Alright, you said you won’t leave unless needed… But like, I’m confident it’s gotta be below zero up there! At the very least, do you need anything up there? Some blankets? A tent? Firewood? Some soup? What’s your favorite soup? [scrounges around for a pen and pad to jot down a possible answer]

You can find a pen and paper pretty easily on the desk you’re settled at- the lab may be a disaster, but there’s no shortage of supplies for recording.

Not that it ends up being necessary…

“i don’t need anything. the cold is no concern. i do not have a preferred soup… i don’t need to eat.”

“you really don’t need to deliver anything. i don’t need anything. i really…..”

“no- No, please. You shouldn’t come. It’s dangerous, you’d….“

Red completely freezes at the question. The only noise you hear is… Soft, and comes from the other end of the feed, unlike the ghostly voice you’ve become accustomed to.

A sharp gasp. His breath hitches.

“…!”

.

“no.”

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IMG Apr 26

Welcome to your new job!

You’re working as an assistant for some obscure… eccentric, Pokemon Professor. That’s what you’ve heard about them, anyways.

You’re not sure how you ended up in this position. You’re not sure of… Anything, really. You haven’t even heard of this Professor until you found out they were looking for an assistant… But, hey. Work is work.

… Did it have to be at the base of a mountain, though? This building is far from any society. The remote location makes it idiotic to turn back, and regardless, you’re already here. You may as well see how this goes.

Knock, knock.

… You can hear a thud, sounds of things getting knocked over, then footsteps rushing towards the entrance.

“Ah, hello, hello! I’m so sorry, I- I’d forgotten you’ll be here! Please, don’t mind the mess- we need to get started right away.”

The Professor invites you inside.

Professor Ace Maple is now available for questions.

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