WARNING: FLASHING/GLITCHING IMAGE UNDER THE CUT.

This also contains descriptions of gore and body horror.

[ @pkmn-monochrome - Previously… ]

Red narrows his eyes as he stares down at Cody, shutting up and listening as they explain. The corners of his lips twitch as they finish, the shadow cast over his eyes falling ever so slightly heavier.

“… So, that’s how it is, hm?”

“Barely… any different…”

“… Exactly what I…”

“…”

“I’ve gotta say, you’ve really got a way with words! You’re so articulate when you’re scared, Cody.”

He snickers to himself, hopping off the grave and pacing around, looking between the other and the Ghosts.

“Observant, too~! You’re right, I really couldn’t be bothered to care what you think of me. I’m not exactly here to make friends. I’m sure that’d the last thing you’d want, anyways! See, I’m just here to satiate some curiosity.”

He leans in front of Blastoise, tilting his head.

“I would like to formally apologize to the oversized Sobble-in-a-shell for my language. I’m not exactly used to being around others… Twenty-six years of imprisonment wouldn’t really teach a guy to have a filter, heh.”

He waves a hand nonchalantly, completing the circle.

“And as for your marketable figurine of a rat, well… I’m not interested in being a snotty kid forever. Unfortunately, I don’t need any hacking done to screw up my game badly enough to change some things around.

But, hey… I’m not here to make chit-chat with a couple of one-note monsters. It’s all about you, the most REAL one in this room. Cody, Cody, Cody, star of the show~! Let’s get back to the point. I know you don’t exactly think highly of… things like me. What was it you told that one poor girl- ‘You’ve had more than a decade to get over yourself,’ right?”

He throws his head back, cackling as if the old remark is the funniest thing he’s heard in his life.

“I meant it when I said that I don’t CARE. But I AM nosy, and your vitriol towards REDs in particular is just so interesting… Even seein’ the face clearly strikes a nerve. So honestly, I’d LOVE to hear EXACTLY what you’re thinking…”

“If only you were willing to spit out any fighting words, that is! But you’ve been so much more polite than I expected, after all the reading I’ve done…”

He passes by in front of the other, looking off into the distance.

In that moment- a moment of passing footsteps, of the blink of an eye, of a lack of care… something heavy fills the air.

A damning presence looks down on Cody with a dozen eyes, countless mouths, gnashing teeth and twitching claws, two hundred and fifty-five whispering voices. It’s a disgusting and shambling creature, a sick and unholy patchwork of amalgamated hearts and yellowed blood, wrapped up in tattered flesh and backwards fur, mismatched feathers and scales and blubber and skin. Writhing, wheezing, bleeding, rotting, every misplaced piece existing out of sync.

Something impossible. Unknowable. Invalid.

The feeling it imposes upon them is suffocating. Like not breathing for years, like something vile filling their lungs, a sickness that is rising, thrashing, tearing, desperate for a taste of “fresh meat” if one could even call a dead trainer that anymore.

“It almost seems like there’s something you’re worried about,” the voices from within it hiss, layered countless times under the casual and teasing tone of Red’s own that is lost under the madness…

… Yet the instant the words spill from his lips, that awful sensation is gone as quickly as it arrived. Everything is as it should be. Despite how intense it was… It was little more than two seconds of some sick kind of illusion.

Was it even real? Was that pain all false? Red hasn’t lifted a finger, no less even looked Cody’s way.

It’s as if nothing even happened.

“I wonder, I wonder, what it could be~?” the man babbles on as he walks away, feigning ignorance- because he must be, he must be screwing around with them at this point, right? How could he NOT be?

And now he’s laughing- giggling to himself under his breath, like this whole ordeal is some joke that only he’s in on.

“After all, I’m just some harmless little video game character. I’m not even real, right?” he chides, “Certainly nothing like one of your big bad players who could crush your shoddy little cartridge cause you decided to be a little bi…”

He trails off, managing to catch himself.

“… Decided to misbehave. What, you don’t think I hold any real power over this place, do you~? I can’t cause…”

“… Permanent damage.”

He slows to a stop several paces away from the monochromatic trainer, spinning on his heel to look at them with a smile that could be described as warm, but…

From heart, to flesh, to grin- there’s not a single warm thing about this man in this moment. Only proven further by a final remark, laced with a threatening kind of curiosity.

“So would you like to stop trying to play nice and tell me what you really think of me… Or are you gonna let me get bored?”

[ @pkmn-monochrome - interaction thing i can’t send as an ask bc long and images]

The dark of the Pokemon tower is never something that has bothered Red. Never something that would, certainly not after seeing much worse and being much older.

At this point, really, it’s a kind of eeriness he’d come to miss. It reminds him of simpler times- days when a young boy only had to fear things like ghost stories, and shadows that lurked in the dark.

He knows very well that this place is not the Pokemon Tower he knew, of course. He’s not stupid. This place was only built in its image, the miserable ending of a game dyed in grey and built out of spite.

He runs a hand along the wall of the staircase he descends, feeling the cold stone, yet also the intangible data, dull static and code under the fingertips. Watches in quiet fascination as the textures distort and corrupt under deliberate contact, the broken foundations of Generation 1 reacting to him, (same as always,) but a touch more stable from the fusion of the bastard remakes keeping it grounded.

Any damage caused is meaningless, the existence of it debatable as a whole, as he passes through a loading zone. Half of him watches everything fade to black, the other half just continues down the steps that are as tangible as anything else here is to someone within the game. Everything is right- just as it should be.

Either way, it’s not like it’s his game to break. That would be plain rude, especially with the risk of killing someone!

Intrigue in this world, curious as it may be, isn’t why he’s here.

Nah. He’s more interested in something else.

Or, someone, to be more precise.

Having finally found who he’d looking for, Red steps off the stairs and into another layer of this endless graveyard, whistling as he finally lays eyes on a certain monochromatic individual.

“Y'know…” he chides from across the room, “A graveyard’s a pretty cliche place to spend eternity, don’t you think?”

He snorts at his own remark. “Course, I guess it’s not like you had a choice. The sadsack that made this game could’ve picked something a little more outside the box, is all I’m saying. Do you think they’d bury bodies in the Viridian Forest, maybe? Or swimming offa Route 20, try a little watery grave… Oh, Champion’s Road could be pretty morbid!”

He sighs and folds his arms, shaking his head at himself.

“… Nah, I’m joking. I can see the vision. I could give less of a shit about this place, anyways…”

His eyes gleam, and a menacing smile spreads across his face.

“I’m more interested in you. A glorified reskin of Pokemon Tower ain’t shit compared to you. A little bug told me about some sentient Red-Leaf kinda amalgamation with the memories of a real person, and I just had to look into it and come to see for myself. Lo and behold…”

He spreads his arms out in some kind of almost-mocking grand gesture.

“Here you are! Cody, right? In the flesh, or… I suppose your problem is the lack thereof, heh.”

He begins to approach, moving slowly and never once looking away. He stalks forward, every step careful and deliberate, teeth bared in a grin that holds no happiness but oozes with amusement.

“I’ve got so many questions, I don’t even know where to begin. You’re really something special… One of a kind, fully aware of everything. Knowing what life both here, and out there, is really like. I’ve seen players that would kill to even get a chance to stand where we do, but… You want out more than anything.”

Scratching his chin, the man walks around them at a slight distance. Red gets the thought that Cody wouldn’t want something like him anywhere near them. At least he can respect that.

“Suppose the courteous thing would be to ask a question- that’s the tradition around these parts, right? Constantly interrogating you so you don’t have to sit here, alone with your…”

His eyes flicker to the two GHOSTs at Cody’s side.

“… Thoughts. And the like.”

He hops onto a grave nearby, sitting with his ankles crossed. Respect towards the dead be damned, every tomb in places like this were about as sacred as Halloween decorations.

“Here’s what I’d like to know, Cody.”

His smile widens further- for a brief moment, the glitches on his body seem to spread to the air around him, cutting through the gray with burning streaks of red, white, and yellow.

“You have your hacker’s memories. Some of them. ANY of them. It’s enough. You’d know what it was like to be them. You know what it was like to be human. You know both worlds.”

“What is it like? To be real? To be something more than code. How different is it from this?”

“What was it like to be HUMAN?”

He jabs a finger forward, pointing at them as the static that flared up around him quickly subsides, clearing the air back into the typical oppressive atmosphere of the endless graveyard.

“I want to hear it from you,” he finishes cooly, “someone who has been on both sides of the screen. You could tell me better than anyone.”