<a href="https://bronzeeevee.tumblr.com/" style="text-decoration:underline;">bronzeeevee</a>:
<p>Sorry to leave you in the middle of a conversation, Leaf, but phew, we've been looking at these screens for forever, and we think we need a break for a bit! The Professor is also suggesting we take a break, haha!</p><p>One last little icebreaker before we do leave, though- Do you have a favorite Pokémon? And any particular reason for that one being your favorite? :Dc</p><p>Mine is Leavanny! It's a Bug and Grass type Pokémon from Unova that makes clothes out of leaves! I think it's the perfect combination of cute and cool!</p>
“… oh! Finally getting to that break, huh? That’ll do you some good. Feel free to call me back any time!”
“Favorite Pokemon before I go, huh…? It’s definitely a tossup for me, but I’d have to go with Bulba-”
… Well, shit. There was only one other conversation you had going…
Red is the only one who looks like he’s been waiting. He smirks, tilting his head at the drone.
“Not sure I’d call it a good idea… But a necessary one, for sure.”
“Clock’s ticking fast, so I’ll just leave you with one word of advice, yeah?”
“Don’t get too attached.”
[ … ]
“GLITCHY” RED TAJIRI is no longer available for questions. LEAF AOYAMA is no longer available for questions.
dude i dont think youre handling being aware as well as you think you are
“Would you like to take my place, tough guy?????”
“Trust me, it was a LOT uglier when I was still a kid. Comparatively speaking, I’m fucking GREAT. Why don’t YOU try spending a majority of your life trapped in a hellscape with the knowledge that nothing is real?”
<p>dude i dont think youre handling being aware as well as you think you are</p>
“Would you like to take my place, tough guy?????”
“Trust me, it was a LOT uglier when I was still a kid. Comparatively speaking, I’m fucking GREAT. Why don’t YOU try spending a majority of your life trapped in a hellscape with the knowledge that nothing is real?”
<a href="https://aniju-aura.tumblr.com/" style="text-decoration:underline;">aniju-aura</a>:
<p>"Where is your home Red? Is it far? When gonna be the right time?"</p>
“‘Home’ is a very broad term, y'know. I want to be out of HERE. This place is hell, don’t you think? Your little camera can’t even comprehend what it’s looking at. I LIVE in it. I’m TRAPPED in it.”
“Home, home, home, is anywhere but HERE. The surface. The real world, the one that’s fake to you but still M I N E. Your little GAME as it’s meant to be percieved. Full of MY friends- MY family- MY loved ones.”
“… I have a plan, though. The right time just hasn’t come.”
“And I’d love to ask for your help, but I don’t know if I can trust you yet. Sorry!”
“ im afraid you won't like my next questions, though. i don't really care—if you want my attention, you've got it.”
“ what exactly did it present itself to you as? and, on top of that, why are you here? ”
The man blinks at you, before his smile widens.
“I think you know by now that the ‘IT’ in question isn’t that little fucker I had to slaughter. My understanding of that thing isn’t personal. Just observational.”
“But your second question is a VERY good one. Very, very, very very vERY V E R Y VERYYY good.”
“And it’s a question I’ve been asking myself for a very. l o n g. time.”
<p>“ im afraid you won't like my next questions, though. i don't really care—if you want my attention, you've got it.”</p><p><br></p><p>“ <span style="color: #ff4930">what exactly did </span><span class="npf_color_chandler">it</span><span style="color: #ff4930"> present itself to you as? </span>and, on top of that, <span style="color: #ff4930">why are you here?</span> ”</p>
The man blinks at you, before his smile widens.
“I think you know by now that the ‘IT’ in question isn’t that little fucker I had to slaughter. My understanding of that thing isn’t personal. Just observational.”
“But your second question is a VERY good one. Very, very, very very vERY V E R Y VERYYY good.”
“And it’s a question I’ve been asking myself for a very. l o n g. time.”
<a href="https://possiblyfunny.tumblr.com/" style="text-decoration:underline;">possiblyfunny</a>:
<p><i>Ah-</i> So you’re <i>aware.</i> I had a feeling you were, but it’s nice to have confirmation.</p><p>But on that topic, does this… <i>not</i> bother you? Y’know, <i>Us</i>, I mean—being other-dimensional beings looking in on your world?</p><p>It’s probably weird to say, but I really hope it doesn’t bother you. I know not getting freaked out by our existence is a tall order, but I really don’t want to scare you or anyone.</p><p>You seem pretty cool, though, Red. I hope we can get along.</p>
“Please. I’ve had… Oh, how many years would it have been……”
“… Anywhere between 12 and 28 years? To get over myself. Time’s hard to track around here… But I’ve been watching the whole time. Seems every few years a new window opens…”
“Point is- I had to figure out a long time ago how fucking pointless it was to bitch and cry about my existence being a lie. I can’t change anything about that. Boo-hoo.”
“All I want now, is to live where it matters to me. I want to go home. Once the right oppertunity arises…..”
“… But for now, I’m more than happy with idle chatter. Trust me. There isn’t much you could do to make things worse, anyways. So, might as well be pals.”
<a href="https://possiblyfunny.tumblr.com/" style="text-decoration:underline;">possiblyfunny</a>:
<p><i>Hello??? Are you…<b>okay</b> in there?</i></p>
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.
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.”
