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The few images of the ship that I have found to date!

This ship is very rare, but as you know I'm not the first one who has thought of it, I just think I'm the first one to dare to upload a story about it or not even that, who knows.Next I will leave the few drawings that there are in relation to the ship that I have found so far (none is mine, there will be space for that later).All ordered from the oldest I have found to date.the truth is that there are few, as it is a ship that has occurred to very few people from different sides and a long time apart, it is easy to get lost and hard to find unless you motivate other people to create it together with you and make this bigger.

The last three belong to @littlecarnet.

I took her to the dark side myself >:)

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He is half of my soul, as the poets say...

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A Jewel of Life Mini fic

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It was late afternoon in Michina. Damos was in a deep discussion with Markus about the new agriculture technique in the hillsides, something picked up from a few new residents from Johto. It would further widen their already prosperous farmlands, which where said to be rivaling those found in Kanto.

" The Kingdom of Dahara is interested in trade now, I think we've succeeded in surpassing the expectations of the Celestian capital. They didn't think such a rural territory would become part of the trade route with Arche Valley."

" Indeed." Replied Markus, petting Heatran absent-mindedly. " I shall send notice to my father that we intend to export. He'll be pleased."

" The temple is already finished with it's restorations. There are busts of the former..."

The young emperor tuned out the rest of the news from Damos with some boredom. But it wasn't unwelcome boredom. This town was growing, it was becoming part of the trade route, and everything he feared would happen when Arceus requested the return of the Jewel of Life, didn't happen at all. The only things that were damaged was the temple and his pride. Sure he improved greatly after that incident a few years ago, but he had a lot of amends to pay to his people and his family. His father was furious when he learned he attempted to kill Arceus. Markus was fearful he'd be disowned, but thankfully got to a second chance...no thanks to Damos.

It was why now, he made Damos not just his highest tier priest but also a trusted advisor in the court. And so far everything was going along fine. Better than fine.

So why was he anxious?

" ...And the return of him will be greatly celebrated."

"Hmm..?" Markus snapped out of it. " Return of who?"

" Arceus. He's returning in 3 days, as was shared by his messengers with the temple priestesses." Explained Damos " Shall we hold a feast day in his honor?"

Well there it is.

There's the source of his anxiety.

Dear gods...how was going to face Arceus after the stunt he pulled. Everyone and their pokemon knew the Alpha held grudges that lasted for centuries. He only had to turn to the stories of Arceus banishing his own child to know that you don't simply piss off Arceus and think you can get away with it.

" Yes, yes...a feast day would be appropriate. However, I have duties to attend to..." He struggled with an excuse " Royal duties to...trade relations with Alola. I may need to visit the capital to discuss it with my father."

Damos lifted an eyebrow. " I wasn't aware those were your duties, or that we were going to start trading with Alola."

Markus frowned and stood from his seat. " An emperor has many duties! I will not be present at the feast day, give my regards to Arceus."

" Very well, tis a shame you will not be present at the festivities, but I respect your dedication to your duties, your highness." Replied Damos

With that Markus thanked Damos for his time and walked out to the hall, likely to his study or bedchambers, and Damos was left standing in the large courtroom flanked by many of the gods, the most prominent at the center. It's red ruby and emerald eyes sparkling in the sunlight. Damos smiled gently, recalling the last time he and Arceus spoke together.

" Tis a shame...but it only means I get to spend more private time with a dear old friend."

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Those three days went by. Too quickly for Markus, who was already enroute toward the capital, but too slow for Damos who was anticipating Arceus's arrival. Damos changed out of his usual attire, wearing his traditional priest robes. They were offwhite, with sky blue detailing, golden embroidery, and a black sash tied at the waist of his tunic. He looked at the mirror. Something still seemed off.

His wife, Areti, teased him about putting more effort into dressing up for Arceus than when he first courted her. Damos blushed, but then quickly responded that Arceus was the Alpha God of their pantheon, and he wanted to look his best. Areti fixed up Damo's headband.

" I know, darling, I only jest. I know how important this day is, and it's an honor that Arceus grace us with his presence. And I know how close you two were. I'm sure you missed him."

Damos frowned. " I only hope he remembers me. It's been a few years now."

Areti huffed and re-tied her husband's sash, it wasn't straight. " He'd have to a very stupid god to not remember the one who saved his life."

" Dear, that's a little blasphemous to say." Damos said in a hushed tone.

" I say it only because it would be true. However I have no doubt he'll remember you fondly. There..."

She stepped back to admire her beautiful husband, looking like he did on some of the holiest of days. " Too bad you don't dress like that just for me, you know how I've always loved men in uniform."

" I would honor that request, but the uniform would not last long under your nimble fingers." He said in suggestive way, before scooping her up and placing her on their bed. She laughed as she pulled her down with her.

" Is that an invitation for tonight?"

He kissed her. Their own private quiet way of promising something. She kissed him in return to seal that promise. They lingered a bit until he got up, and smoothed his robes once more. She got up to once again re-tie his sash, it just did not want to lay straight.

" I will be out late, are you sure you want to wait all that time?" He asked

" I'd wait all night and morning for you, dearest." She added " Since I am celebrating at my cousin's home, I might be late coming back myself. You know how she is as a host. Always outdoing herself."

" Yes" he said knowingly " I hope you have a good time."

He smiled softly, giving her a last kiss as he headed toward the door.

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The festivities were already underway as Damos approached the stage in front of the temple. Torches lit, garlands hung, people danced, and music played as a golden likeness of Arceus, raised on his hind legs, sat in the front, strewn with flowers, candles, and other offerings. Damos had hoped the feast was a tad more somber, but he wasn't going to be a wet blanket. The more somber aspects of this were on his shoulders after all.

He was startled as the music abruptly stopped, a few shouts and cries were uttered as an impossibly bright light, like a small sun, burst forth from what seemed like a hole in reality. He need only shield his eyes for a few seconds as the light faded, revealing the guest of honor. Once again, Damos was awestruck by Arceus's presence, just like the day they met and their meeting after. It was a heavenly sight he likely would never get over. Like everyone around, he bowed then raised his head.

" We're honored you could visit us tonight, my lord."

Arceus spotted Damos and wordlessly floated toward him, prehaps a bit too quickly, as Damos instinctively stepped back. Their eyes met, and everyone's surprise, Arceus lightly bowed his head to him.

" And it is an honor to see you again, Damos."

Damos shivered when he heard his name. He wasn't sure why. It just felt right that he be addressed personally this way. But Damos wouldn't break decorum, he was a priest, Arceus was a god...there were boundaries that couldn't be crossed, even if they were good friends. It was the same with Markus. They had roles to play even if they were friends now. Informalities between them had to wait when they were out of the public eye.

" This feast day is in your honor, our biggest bounty from our fields to you, our savior. May Michina never forget what you've done for us."

There were cheers and happy sounds from the crowd below and once again the music played, people danced. But Arceus stayed silent. There was something different about Damos behavior, it didnt have that warmth he was use to, and for a fleeting moment he feared Damos was under someone's influence again. As Damos gestured for him to enter the temple, a dread washed over Arceus. This was horribly familiar and the god backed up, knocking over poles holding garlands with his tail, it landed on a table full of fruit, which went flying everywhere.

" Ah! Arceus! Are you alright?" Cried Damos, quickly walking down the steps.

Arceus lifted up further from the festivities to not cause anything else to fall, but the fear was still there. He was tense, and Damos was quick to pick this up.

" My lord, prehaps you should rest? There is a berth we made for you in the gardens below. I'll send for any food or drink to be delivered to you if you wish."

Again, Arceus felt uneasy with Damo's behavior. Why was he being so formal? But he followed Damos this time, as at least he'd be outside... in case...in case something went wrong.

The party goers continued in their revel, taking the mishap as Arceus simply needing a bit of rest before joining in. The two headed down to the berth, created out of sweet fragrant grass, flowers, and sheltered by thin sheets for privacy. It was here Damos broke the silence.

" You're quiet tonight, are you alright?"

Ah...There was the warmth Arceus knew. Finally he spoke.

" I should ask that of you, Damos. You don't seem like yourself."

" Huh? Oh...right. About that. Sorry. You see as a priest, I have to show you proper reverence in your presence. It would be disrespectful if I didnt."

" We've spoken of that before, you need not do that. Only to be yourself."

" That might be true when we're alone, Arceus, but in public, I can't. Not without facing a lot of backlash from the community."

" Is this part of your human rules?" Arceus mused. Humans had a terrible habit of over complicating everything.

" I'm afraid so. But not right now.." Damos said in a hushed whisper, as if he was a child about to tell a secret " ..It's only us, here. We can be as informal as we like."

And to prove it, Damos touched Arceus's fur on the side of his neck. Something that would be taboo to do to a deity, but Arceus loved this. If his pride wasn't stopping him, he'd admit to being very touch starved. He leaned into Damo's hands as they rubbed at his neck and soon under his chin. This was always followed by him bumping Damo's hand up, to get at his ears until his head was cradled in his hands, eyes closed. It was a sign of absolute trust, and it made Damos feel so honored each time it happened, that a deity such as Arceus would want this sort of attention. But then..God or mortal, everyone needed to feel like they were loved.

And Damos would show him that love.

" It's been so long, Damos, and you have grown older. I do not wish to lose you to time." Said Archer tenderly. " I do not wish to let it take you from me."

" That's the nature of things, I'm afraid. But you are right, it has been a few years too long since our last meeting, and I'm not getting any younger."

" I should stay here, with you." Said Arceus " To be near you, beloved."

And there it was again. That pleasant shiver.

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I wanted to turn this drawing into a pin to bring me luck on my college exam. Wish me good luck!

This Sunday is full of a lot of tension, I hope I stay

I'm doing a "what if Ash was born in Hoenn" series.

It will be on my youtube channel and I'm already writing the script. I just need some help with the story.

out of context screen shots

Pokeprompts! (Random Pokemon Prompts)

Some random ideas for Pokemon fans. Please credit and share a link. I’d love to read your fics!

Crossover Ideas:

-Your favorite character from another fandom winds up in the Pokemon World, either as a Pokemon or trainer. (Bonus idea: If they are a Pokemon, their worst enemy is a trainer trying to catch them!)

-Ash Winds up in Narnia. Pikachu can talk now, and Ash doesn’t like everything he has to say.

-Animorphs, but the kids turn into Pokemon.

-A trainer finds a never-before-seen Pokemon. The catch? It’s an SCP.

Other Ideas:

-Coffee Shop AU (inspired by Pokemon Cafe Mix)

-Write about a Pokemon who doesn’t want to be caught

-Write about humans and Pokemon who partner in other ways besides battles, such as a seeing-eye Pokemon or a police/rescue Pokemon.

I wrote this YEARS ago. It's not edited or beta'd, so sorry if it's not the best.

It's October 31st in Pettalburg City. Max is hanging out with his newest idol Drew, while May is at home getting ready for Halloween fun.

"Hey ya Drew!" The 10 year old boy called out.

"What's up kiddo?" The 17 year old teen answered.

"I really don't like the idea of may leaving by herself to travel through Unova tomorrow." The blue haired boy said looking down.

"To be honest, I don't like the idea much either. I thought about asking her to travel with me but she won't go for it." Drew answered looking defeated.

"What if she asked you?" A snickering Max asked while pushing up his glasses with his index finger.

"What are you thinking?" An intrigued drew asked.

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Meanwhile back at Max & Mays house...

"I still can't believe you stopped by Dawn. It'll be great to spend Halloween together." 16 year old May squealed.

"I know. I figured I'd suprise you." The 16 year old bluenette answered. "So about you traveling alone..."

"Look..." May cut in, "I've made my decision, I want to go to Unova, no one else does, so I'm going alone. Im done changing my plans just do I can travel with everyone else." She finished.

"Well I heard Drew was going to Unova." Dawn suggestively responded.

"Drew?! I didn't know that. It doesn't matter though, he doesn't even like me I doubt he'd want to travel with me." The brunette said sadly.

"Oh well let's just get dressed and go hang out in the woods with our Pokemon." The blue haired girl said.

"Ok!"

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Later that night Max is off with Drew "trick-or-treating". May and Dawn have parted ways and May is alone in the woods with her skitty.

"It's getting late huh girl, maybe we should head back." May shakily said as she stood up to leave. Dozens of candy wrappers littered the ground, falling from her lap as she stood.

wooooooooooooooooo

"What was that?!" She screamed jumping back. Skitty jumped in front of her in battle stance. Slowly two ghostly white figures emerged making moaning and groaning noises.

"G-go away!"

wooooooooooooooooo

"P-please g-go away!!" She screamed. She curled up into a ball shaking on the verge of tears.

"Ahahahaha!" Max and Drew threw off the white sheets they were wearing, revealing the two laughing boys.

"What the hell? That was so mean! And to think, I was going to ask you to travel with me! You're such an asshole!!"

"Awww I'm sorry May." Max and Drew both said.

"Wait...you want me to travel with you?" Drew questioned with a smug grin on his face.

"Well not now! Gah! I'm better off alone! " She screamed as she ran off into the night.

"Shit!" Drew muttered as he took off running after her leaving max behind. The younger of the Maple kids didn't care, he was laughing evily as he pushed his glasses up with his thumb. Everything was going according to plan.

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"May wait up!!! Come on May...MAY!!!!" Running full speed Drew was growing worried as he couldn't find the stubborn brunette. After searching for about 10 minutes he finally caught up with her. She was sitting on a log crying. He walked up to her with a sorrowful expression on his face.

As he got closer he noticed something off about her. There was a purple most surrounding her and her back was towards him. Slowly he placed his hand on her shoulder and spun her to face him. When she looked up he fell on the ground in fright. His beloved brunette was not what he saw...instead he saw a terrifying ghostly face in place of hers. It (May) began to laugh menacingly as it inched it's way towards Drew.

Crawling backwards a frightened Drew began to cry and beg. " P-please d-dont h-h-hurt me! W-what did you d-do to MAY???" Forgetting all his fears he lunged at Mays possessed body in hopes of freeing her from the evil entity.

Tackling her to the ground with a loud thud, May looked completely normal, except she was passed out. A Ghastly was circling overhead, putting two and two together Drew figured out it was this Ghastly that took over Mays body. Yelling at it, the ghost type Pokemon just laughed as it flew away into the night.

Looking back down on May, who was now resting peacefully. "May....May!!! Wake up!!! Please be ok!!! I'm so sorry I should've never frightened you. You should've never been here alone and because of ME you got hurt!!! Wake up May, please...I promise I'll keep you safe from now on." Drew was franticly shaking May, but stopped when he noticed a smile creep across her lips.

"Ahahahaha!!! Got ya!!!" May jumped up suddenly and pulled out a pokeball. "Ghastly return!" She looked at Drew and winked.

"You're not the only one who's good at Halloween pranks. Also...I forgive you for scaring me."

"Well, guess I'm gonna have to get you back," he said with a smirk and signature flip of his emerald bangs, "I guess I'm just gonna have to go with you to Unova until I come up with something." He finished with a wink.

"Hehehe guess so." May said. Drew grabbed her hand, linking their fingers together as he warned her sternly..."don't ever scare me like that again May Maple. I thought you were hurt."

He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek and they walked back to the Maple residence, hand in hand. Hiding in the bushes watching was Mays little brother Max, snickering to himself.

"My plan worked! He's going with her! You can thank me later big sister! Ralts teleport." In a flash he was back home just as May and Drew walked in yelling that they had an announcement.

Oh the adventures to come.

Dear valued reader,

I'm Aurora. Some of you may remember from past usernames like boredBRAIXEN or Oneesama.

I used to publish on FFN & Wattpad a LOT! I have so many unfinished works over on those platforms. It's unreal.

So...

Bad news: I'm abandoning my profiles on both FFN & Watty.

Good news: I'm going to keep uploading here at least 4x a week. I'll be making a new FFN (I plan on using this name in some form, A Writers Blurbs). I'm also in the process of revising & completing all of my unfinished Fairy Tail & Pokemon stories. On top of that, I've got both an Inuyasha (sesskag) & original fiction in the works!

Basically, this page is sort of like a feeler page. (That sounds weird, my bad). What I mean by that is, I'll more than likely just post random ideas that pop into my head. Whichever ones get the most interaction will be worked into a story.

I'd like to thank all of my readers who followed ne here from other platforms. I'd also like to welcome all of my new readers to my monster den! (When you read my works, you'll understand)

TRIGGER WARNING

A lot, if not most of my stories, have very dark themes. Some are triggering, so fair warning now.

My cat peed on my computer. What the actual faaaaaakkkkkkk

Has anyone else seen this? I'm not ok with this at all.

https://www.businessinsider.com/tumblr-selling-user-data-ai-trianing-openai-midjourney-weird-2024-2

A Message to my Monsters...

Hey everyone! For some of you... it's been a long time. You may remember me from my old usernames, Oneesama or boredBRAIXEN over on Wattpad.

My stories include such works as... "Say I Love You,"

"Abandoned by Mercy,"

and

"Key to the Starry Night Sky."

I've also got the recipe series Otakus Kitchen (2 books.)

I wanted to leave a list of incomplete works I have up for adoption, as well as a timeline idea for when I'll be finishing the above listed stories.

Currently, I have an ongoing Sesshomaru x Kagome story going on over in the Inuyasha fandom. If you'd like to read it, check out my pinned post.

Anyway, this is just a feeler post to see if anyone would be interested in adopting a halfway - two-thirds completed story. Some are just plotted out & not written at all. Most are Canon, but 2 are my attempt at AU that I gave up on.

All stories up for grabs are from the Fairy Tail & Pokemon fandoms.

If you'd be interested in adopting one of these stories, I just ask for a shout out/tag lol. Send me a DM & we can figure out how to get it to you. 💜

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52349689/chapters/132428347

Paldea Saga: Treasures and Trials by @alittlebookdust

Old Pokemon Horizons Wip I Found

*Just putting out here that this is old, like, from June last year old, there may be inaccuracies with characters and stuff. Also I just wanted to post this here for some constructive criticism, even though it's old I'd still want some if you have any :)*

If you asked him, standing out on the ship’s dock during the night, gazing up at the stars, is one of the most peaceful feelings in the world. The feeling of the crisp air smoothly sailing through his air and across his face, the majestic look of the stars above, the light of the moon sparkling off the sea waves in just the right way, the lack of harsh light, and pure silence, all these things remind him of why he chose this life style. The feeling of adventure, the thrill of it all. The way he can experience nature to the fullest. Everything here was just perfect. Well, except for the occasional run-ins with the explorers and grazing death, but aside from those small minute issues there couldn’t be a single thing wrong with it. The rising volt tacklers were his family, and he’d go through anything to protect them, no matter the struggles. No matter the dangers. ‘Heh. I suppose that’s the reason I’m out here right now after all.’ The incident earlier today at the beach, with the explorers, and the shiny rayquaza could’ve been very bad. It thankfully ended with no casualties, but still…The situation with the explorers is beginning to get way too dangerous. And he knows that they’ll only have to deal with them for a little bit longer, once they drop Liko off at home they’ll no longer have reason to worry, but he still worries. Not for the crew, but for Liko. The explorers seem pretty adamant on getting her pendent, who’s to say they’ll stop once she returns home. Considering one of Amethio’s main pokemon, Ceruledge, being from the Paldea region it raises the possibility of their main base being in the Paldea region. And if her parents are as absent as they seem, who’s to say they’ll be anyone there to stop them from just picking her off the street. If she kept traveling with them then she’d at least be protected, but then the entire crew would be in danger and as the captain it’s his duty to keep his crew safe, but then again, Liko is practically a part of the crew now, and they were hired to protect her. A sigh manages to escape his lips. ‘This is all becoming too much. Oh well, I’ll just have to figure it out.’ It’ll all work out in the end. He’ll make sure of it.

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As he navigated throughout the halls he’d grown to know as home, ensuring to skip over the creaky boards and squeaky metal, he found his way to the kitchen. Hoping to find something to calm his scattered thoughts.

Slowly opening the door, he stepped in and turned to close the door while reaching for the light switch. Once the door closed and the lights were on he turned back around, flinching as he realized he wasn’t alone.

“Dot!”, he squeaked, the surprise of them being there beginning to dwindle,“Gotta give a guy a warning next time. Almost gave me a heart attack, jeez” He exhaled at the last part, hand over his heart, playing into his usual dramatics.

“What’re you doing up?” He inquired, as he walked around to the cabinets, opening one up to find his mug. Setting it down on the counter, he turned to inquire, “Do you know where Murdock moved the tea?”

He was met with Dot’s motionless form and was just about to turn back around and look for it himself, when Dot gestured towards one of the cabinets above him. He smiled, “Thank you, Dot.”

wip friday for yet another au that’s possessed my brain. how fun :D

( this au takes place abt 3~4 months after the events of the scarvio post game! i have a few hcs about the timeline of events so this takes place roughly in july while the main game events are in march~april )

all was quiet.

well, not quiet, but calm enough that penny didn’t mind the walk to her dorm room door, the ring for her keys looped over her finger.

…yea, keys. for a while, it had just been the key to her own dorm, but now there were at least nine.

florian, juliana, nemona, arven; giacomo, mela, atticus, ortega, and eri.

ten, counting her own key.

trading spare dorm room keys with friends was a common act among academy students. kids always crashed over each other’s rooms like it was a sleepover; mostly during the summer, for the kids who didn’t go home and stayed on campus.

she wasn’t exactly used to so many keys, now, but it wasn’t a bad thing.

nor was actually getting outside. as much as a bummer most kids would find community service for the league of all things over the summer, it gave her something to do. she got to be in her element and fix things, which was a win-win.

fiddling with the ring to find her own key once she got to the door and twisting the doorknob, penny was only mildly surprised to find juliana and nemona attempting to sprawl across the rather small rug on her floor, clearly chattering back and forth.

both attempted to crane their heads to the door, quickly chiming out greetings from their spot on the floor. penny’s response was that of an amused hum as she closed the door behind her, putting her bag and zip-over jacket on her desk chair.

“ i’m assuming your ‘paradox sweeping’ has gone well today? ”

right. paradox sweeps, as they liked to call them.

unfortunately, just because the time machine had been shut down didn’t mean all the paradox pokemon disappeared. they were still active in area zero; restless, at that.

the league didn’t seem too keen on letting the public in on what lurked in the crater in the center of the region; fortunately for them, juliana and nemona always seemed to be itching for a battle challenge, and didn’t seem to mind wrangling in any stragglers that got too close to any cities to be dangerous.

there were probably better ways to deal with passive crises like this other than dishing out teenagers to solve their problems, but hey, the league wasn’t exactly the most effective running system.

but juli and nemona were having fun, so penny found no point in trying to nip at them just yet.

nemona rolled off the rug with an exaggerated inhale, as if she had been waiting for someone to ask her that question since noon. juliana seemed to echo that thought with a quiet giggle, though the girl made no effort to cut nemona off until the point was right.

“ dios mío; penny, you should’ve seen what happened today! ”

“ well it already happened, so just tell me about it. ”

despite the almost snarky response, the two girls could tell penny’s interest was still present regardless, seeing as while she was already looking to make a quick evening snack, ( likely something microwaved, ) she still kept glancing over her shoulder, awaiting a continuation.

juliana squinted for a few moments, a smile slowly crossing the brunette’s face. turning to nemona, the two nodded with silent laughter, before turning to penny.

“ we’ll tell you if you come down to the lunch hall with us. ”

“ it’s seven at night! nobody’s out there until at least eight or nine during summer hours, it’ll be nice and quiet, just how you like it. ”

seeing as the two were both sharing that dopey, mischievous grin they constantly wore, penny eventually complied with a huff. it was like their secret little version of baby doll eyes- hell, she’d seen them get it to work on arven more than once. ..then again, arven wasn’t exactly the toughest out there, so maybe she shouldn’t have been surprised by that.

“ alright, alright. just let me get my pajamas on first. ”

waving in dismissal with a sigh in defeat, penny picked up the half folded porygon themed t-shirt and shorts, retreating to the bathroom for a few moments to switch her clothes, while nemona and juliana finally got up from their tangle of limbs and rug.

when the blue-and-red-haired girl did finally reappear, tossing her outfit from before into a hamper, nemona was quick to gently, yet enthusiastically, grab the other’s wrist, tugging her to the door with a grin.

“ c’mon! i think they have grilled cheese and soup today! ”

..grilled cheese didn’t sound awful.

and so it is finally here !! first chapter of split tracks !!

check it out on ao3 if you prefer that!

or read below the cut!

general summary :

recently, emmet has been seeing a reoccurring passenger; one who never talks, who always hands him messages on crumpled slips of paper that are always more cryptic then the last.

slips of paper that have managed to apparently save his brother, made him think, and made him realize something is inevitably wrong.

word count :

2,429.

emmet sat up with a hum that morning, checking the time on the alarm clock.

5:26 am.

..that stranger yesterday had said whatever ‘tragedy’ would strike would hit in.

four minutes from now.

..he didn’t exactly believe strangers; this one was no exception.

the stranger with blonde hair and eyes, yesterday, who seemed like they knew things he could not comprehend. the stranger, who looked almost shellshocked, seeing him at the end of the doubles line; the one who battled diligently, yes, but had something on his mind, just by the way his eyes kept flickering to him and not his pokemon the entire time.

a look of concern. worry. as if he expected him to fall through the floor or something.

but somehow he felt compelled to believe this time. just a bit.

“ just don’t let your brother go into his office at 5:30. trust me. ”

the little crumpled paper slip was still in his jacket, stashed safely in his pocket, but the handwriting was neat enough to remember without having to grab it.

legs dangling off the bed, the sound of the bathroom sink already confirmed ingo was up before him; something he regularly expected. getting up with a huff, emmet trodded across the hall, peeking into the bathroom doorway.

“ mmmmorning ingo. i think we may have mixed up our paperwork last night. can i check your office for mine? ”

while half muffled by a toothbrush, ingo’s nod of a ‘yes’ was a clear enough indication. emmet nodded back with his ever-so-present smile, ducking his head back out of the doorframe, discreetly heading back to his room to beckon for his pokemon to follow, before striding to ingo’s office.

( while ingo could tell emmet was certainly not looking for paperwork, based on the sight of a familiar electric eel following him across the hall, it was still morning. he was rather tired, and trusted his brother enough to not question his antics. )

emmet had made up that cover-up story on a whim. he hated lying, he really did, but that stranger’s warning made him nervous. just a bit.

closing the door behind him, his eyes shifted towards the clock resting on his brother’s desk, watching the time intently.

5:28.

5:29.

..nothing so far.

emmet heaved a sigh of relief; so whatever he had been told yesterday was nothing to worry about, as most things were. the sound of the door handle caught his attention, and ingo soon poked his head through the door, craning his head.

“ did you find what you needed? ”

( ingo would play along with said lie for a bit, just to save whatever sparse amount of dignity emmet was skewing out here. he was aware his brother despised lying, probably more than he hated losing, therefore whatever reason he was doing it for must be a good one. )

while emmet’s mouth did part as he fumbled for a response, the sound of crackling glass caught both of their attention. frankly, emmet was a bit afraid to turn around at the noise. the window behind emmet was breaking, breaking, collapsing in on itself, with some sort of malformed energy spilling out of it in waves.

dread seemed to lock in on emmet’s chest, ( in a similar fashion to the bits and spokes of glass now digging into his back, ) as he quickly moved to make a run for the door, rather missing the narrow gap ingo had created by opening it and ramming in shut instead. eelektross practically sauntered after and curled around the man’s torso, clearly attempting to shield him further from whatever was forming in the jaggedly broken window. silver eyes quickly darted to the clock, still sitting almost like an omen on ingo’s desk.

5:30.

shit.

attempting to put as much space between him and the other wall, emmet pressed himself against the door, gritting his teeth and grabbing for the doorknob.

( clearly ingo was having the same idea, twisting the doorknob on the other side and attempting to shove it open with all his weight. seeing as the two of them were pushing opposite ways with equal force, the door hardly budged, proving both of their attempts futile. perhaps the panic had not given either of them the idea to loosen their holds. )

“ emmet!? emmet, what is going on in there!? ”

( he couldn’t see anything; he could hear the noise of glass shattering and things violently being shoved and thrown around as if a windstorm had been let loose in his office, but the lack of response other than emmet’s hisses of pain and worried chirping from eelektross making their way through the crack in the door was nothing reassuring. )

it was a…like looking at a huge hole in the wall, swirling in the gap of the window frame. devoid of hue; a small void practically eating its way into the room, other than little flecks of color blurring past his vision. reds, blues, greens; he dug the heels of his slippers into the floor, praying he did not slip any closer.

thankfully the door was sturdy, and was capable of taking the force of emmet practically squishing himself against the frame like a startled wild animal, elektross carefully coiled around him to avoid the small specks of blood and glass dug into his back, while the swirling void only seemed to beckon them in, tearing through the room, knocking over papers and shelves, and only inching closer than comfortable.

eventually, it abruptly stopped.

just..like that.

while the broken window and the mess of furniture and papers remained, the cracks that dug their way into the walls disappeared. the swirling entity was gone in a fraction of a second. emmet did not even see it gradually disappear. he had simply blinked, and it had disappeared faster than it had ever been there.

eventually leaning off the door, he quickly staggered back as it practically flew open, a near horrified ingo flying through the doorway with his xtransceiver clutched in one hand, clearly milliseconds away from calling some sort of authorities, at best.

( ingo had backed up as far as he could down the hall before charging forward with his shoulder at the forefront, practically slamming into the door like a crazed tauros. with emmet relinquishing his end of the door stalemate, it had practically knocked off the hinge, swinging open fast enough it crashed into the adjacent wall. )

emmet was later getting ready than ingo that morning. having to sidetrack his usual routine to clean and patch the entire back of his upper torso, quickly shrugging off the whole scenario with a strained grin. he practically shooed ingo off to work, assuring him he would be fine and to just take the commute alone that morning. he’d catch up.

despite the scrunched-up face ingo made; the one he always made when he was concerned, the one where the corners of his lips would somehow turn even further down, he eventually complied, leaving with a sigh and a light flick on emmet’s forehead. a very clear “you should stay home for today” sort of gesture.

that, and a “we’re going to eventually talk about this” face. that, emmet dreaded, just a bit. mainly because his explanation would sound more like a messy cover-up than the truth, despite it being so.

but emmet was alright. fine, really, just a few scrapes and cuts to clean up and he would be all good. good as new!

( going through the work day with gauze and bandaids layered on and scraping against the fabric of his shirt was agony. never again. )

he did see the stranger, later in the day, on the doubles line again.

perhaps he was still distracted, by the morning happenings, as emmet surprisingly lost to the man, his hands resting behind his back, ( very lightly so, ) as he congratulated the other. the blonde haired man’s response was a light nod with a dip of his hat, and eventually, he fished in his pocket, seemingly holding another piece of paper in his hand, just as crumpled as the last.

emmet stared, quietly so, for a few moments, brows furrowed.

“ i am emmet. how did you know what was going to happen this morning? ”

the man shook his head, a refute of a response, before holding out the paper, an expectant stare resting on emmet’s hands. he wanted him to take it again, presumably.

tentatively, he accepted the note with a cautious gloved hand, attempting to smooth it out, refold it, then pocket it for later. looking back at the stranger, emmet could only stare for a few moments, nothing but the sound of the train itself moving on its way echoing through the cart.

as the stranger moved to walk past, presumably to move onto the next cart, emmet could not help but reach out, lightly grabbing the other man’s sleeve. while not angry, he certainly seemed startled, his head craning over his shoulder to stare back at the man in white.

“ i am emmet. please. at least inform me of your name before you leave, sir. ”

as much as he was supposed to stay stoic, professional; there was an edge of desperation to his tone.

people just don’t. show up and warn you of things like that. he wanted- no, needed, an explanation.

the stranger blinks; once, twice. emmet released his faint grip on the other’s arm, resting his hands behind his back once again in a nervous manner, almost apologetically. eventually, the man did speak up, pulling the worn red scarf down from around his mouth with a sigh.

“ ..volo. ”

“ volo? ”

“ my name is volo. goodbye for now, emmet treyne. ”

and with that, he left.

brows still furrowed, emmet glanced towards the overhead clock, fashioned at the front of the cart.

1:26 pm.

his lunch break was..

…four minutes from now.

he strongly doubted there would be any passengers making it this far in the next four minutes.

so, sitting down on one of the cart seats, he carefully removed the paper note from his pocket, delicately unfolding it to read the contents as the hums and clicks of the train gliding across the tracks filled the silence volo had left.

( not like the man made much noise that mechanical whirs would need to fill, anyways. )

by the time one thirty hit, he had finished reading, the note now stashed with the other in his pocket. he brushed past depot agent cameron perhaps a little too harshly, quickly wrenching around with a sputtered apology before continuing on his way to his office, each stride seeming longer and more rushed than the last.

the door practically swung open, ironically, and he quickly settled down, propping his head up with his elbows resting on his desk. a headache was already building up; a sparking, electrical pain at his temples, and he could not help but rest his head on the desk, hat sliding down and covering his face.

this was too much to palette for one day.

rubbing a thumb against the side of his temple in hopes to alleviate the pain, emmet sat there for a few moments in disoriented silence, occasionally pushing his hat upward to keep an eye on the door in case someone came knocking.

perhaps he should’ve taken ingo’s advice to stay home.

..no, that wouldn’t have been a good idea either. he wouldn’t have gotten the second paper tucked away in his pocket, and that was far too much a clue.

( that, and he was far too stubborn to admit he needed to rest, despite the quite obvious fact his body was not happy with him today. )

pain fires off in his head like fireworks, and he clenched a hand in a fistful of hair, shifting his hat to the side.

there was a rumble now reverberating through the office as if it was shaking it; definitely not from the trains, none ran that close to his office. he quickly sat up in alarm, rather roughly so, gritting his teeth at the movement.

an all too recently familiar sound of crackling glass echoed through the room, and emmet felt as if his heart had sunk into his chest like a frozen brick of ice, sending chills down his spine.

quickly sourcing the noise as above and not behind him, he half rolled, half fell off his chair, scrambling and scuttling to somewhat crawl underneath his desk, holding his arms over his head as if it was an earthquake.

a “space time distortion,” or whatever the paper had called it. emmet kept himself grounded by holding onto the legs of the desk, which, while slightly scooted around by the swirling winds created by the warp fixated on the ceiling of his office, did not leave the ground.

smaller things and papers were being thrown around wildly, though; he could see them, blurring past his vision alongside the little speckles of color in the brief moments he could catch from his small spot of safety.

there was the sound of something falling on his desk with a thump, then silence.

seeing as the racket had died down, emmet slowly inched his way out from under the desk, surveying the damage with a rattled exhale. grasping the armrests of his desk chair, he gradually hoisted himself up with a few grunts and huffs of effort, slumping into the chair with another deep sigh.

as it slowly spun around from his weight, seeing as he was clearly sitting the wrong way, eventually emmet noticed what had fallen on his desk, and his response was only another deep huff.

( though, now it was merely annoyance of anything. this was just making a mess. )

a scrap or two of black fabric, half buried in a clump of snow now scattered on his desk. and soaking his paperwork! no good at all!

..admittedly he was too tired to be particularly fuming. there were still pops and sparks building behind his eyes, the ones that made his vision blurry and his head feel heavy, so he quickly moved to brush most of the snow off his desk, stashing away the fabric scraps, ( out of mere curiosity, really, ) and slumping down further in his chair.

he was going to hate calling out early, but the further the break went on, the more the idea was entertained. the shallow wounds along his back were still sore, only agitated by all the rolling out of his chair and movement, and his headache was no better.

..arceus, he hated today already.

split tracks chapter two time !! i’m definitely trying to work out an update schedule and so far with my up and down motivation biweekly seems stable enough :]

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general summary :

emmet goes home early; both in hopes of solving his headache, and solving the mystery behind the day’s happenings.

word count :

1,712.

he did, inevitably, check out early at the end of his break, as much as he hated the sentiment. nobody on staff seemed to dare ask why; both of the subway bosses hardly took off time, so any point in which they did take breaks for themselves was not to be questioned.

fumbling for his house keys, emmet slowly unlocked the front door, closing it behind him. hanging his coat and hat on the rack next to it, the man trudged himself straight to his room, pinching the bridge of his nose with a grimace.

putting away all his work things, he also made sure all the latches on his team’s pokeballs were open, so they could come and go as they pleased while he was fixated on what he needed to do, despite the still mounding headache.

quickly getting himself in an outfit more comfortable for around the house leisure, ( or as close to leisure as he could get, ) he picked up his laptop case from his nightstand, which was fondly covered in all sorts of gear station and bug-type stickers, before settling in a cross-legged position on his bed, the notes and fabric scraps carefully held in one hand.

archeops was one of the first to come trodding over out of intrigue, hoisting himself up onto the bed with his feathery claws and sticking his snout underneath emmet’s arm while staring up with wide, curious eyes.

emmet could not help but snort at that, briefly acknowledging the fossil pokemon with a scratch under the chin and a tilt of his head.

“ thank you for checking on me, archeops. i am doing something important right now. i ask you to keep your cab settled. ”

seeing as archeops’ response was to wriggle into a more comfortable position, still resting his head in place, emmet was quite sure the message got across.

opening his laptop with a hum, he unfolded the paper scraps, checking them both over a second time.

‘space-time distortions.’

so he had mixed up the name earlier. not too big of a sweat.

quickly entering the phrase into the search bar, idle hands made their way to scrolling, silver eyes skimming across the screen as emmet silently hoped something, just something , would shed more light on the subject than what paper scraps could.

clicking open one of the links, emmet leaned forward, squinting faintly at the screen. clearly copying the man’s behavior, archeops outstretched his neck, his snout resting on the corner of the keyboard.

something about “ultra wormholes,” now. how they were similar to.. whatever had torn up his and ingo’s offices.

..if this stranger just wanted to give him a worse migraine, goal achieved. at this point, even staring at the laptop screen had begun to hurt, firing off little pops and sparks behind his eyes. emmet pinched the bridge of his nose with a deep inhale, holding said breath, before letting out a sigh.

clicking on the screen reader with a scowl, emmet set the laptop on his nightstand, rolling over on his side and listening begrudgingly as a monotone voice began to drone the article out loud.

archeops snuggled his way up against emmet with a concerned chitter, and the silver-haired man simply responded with a hum.

“ ultra wormholes have been a recorded phenomenon in alola for centuries and still occur in modern time, unlike its ancient sinnohan counterpart, space-time distortions. distinct holes in space that lead to other dimensions entirely; through intensive research, it has been observed how pokemon manage to traverse them with ease, but have proven to have detrimental effects on the human body. ”

emmet could not help but tense at that, lips pressed shut in a thin line. even if it was a robotic, disembodied voice emitting from his laptop, and not something that could comprehend the bubbling stress and anticipation sitting in the back of his throat, there was still a silent indicator of a “ hurry up, ” practically spilling off the man in waves.

“ in recent influxes, people who have reportedly fallen through these aforementioned wormholes have suffered severe bouts of amnesia; that, at least, seems to have stayed universal between the two variants. in older times, it was rumored that one of ancient sinnoh’s wardens, and even the hero of hisui herself, had fallen from these spatial rifts, never to return to their home time. “

so if either of them had fallen in; emmet thought, with a mounding sort of dread in his throat, they would’ve been plunged to dragons knows where with no recollection. great to know. chills practically rolled down his spine as he shuffled to shut off the laptop; he had heard enough for now, and he was feeling no better

arm falling slack over the side of the bed, the silver-haired man lay still there for a few moments, eventually hoisting the stray limb back onto the bed and under the covers.

archeops had made himself cozy curled up on top of the blanket at emmet’s side, chittering and crooning with an occasional parroted “ safety checks! safety checks! “ in an attempt in echoing ingo’s voice.

oh.

right.

he had checked out early.

which meant he would be home alone for the next few hours.

drawing in an inhale, emmet buried his face in the pillow, with a long, exasperated sigh.

..it wouldn’t kill him to take a nap.

unfortunately for emmet, he apparently wasn’t allowed to have nice things anymore.

for one, his so-called ‘nap’ went on way longer than he would’ve preferred; there was no light coming through his bedroom window. considering the light switch was off as well, it was safe to say either ingo or one of his pokemon had shut it off.

two. his entire top half was freezing. and soaked. and there was a small weight on his chest; not a joltik, he would’ve been electrocuted by now. considering the tiny bits of something solid he was able to pick out in the dark, clinging to his hair, skin, shirt; it was snow.

another heap of half-melted snow.

balling his hands into fists, he shoved off the covers, grabbing whatever was rested on him with a loud string of half-coherent expressions of annoyance, storming across the room and flicking the switch on.

yep. more snow.

well, at least whatever distortion thing this time didn’t tear up his room.

now pausing to look at the object rather harshly grasped in his hand, he seemed to fumble with the thing for a few moments, squinting.

it resembled a pokeball, sure, but it seemed more…worn. old. weathered.

it was definitely empty; flicking open the latch, ( not a button, oddly enough, ) emmet was, in fact, able to confirm the thing was vacant. it didn’t have the same plastic and metal hand feel, though. the reddish half seemed slightly more weighted, as if carved from stone or rock, while what would’ve been the white half seemed almost wooden, indicated by texture, coloration, marbling; everything.

it was fascinating, quickly derailing his thoughts to examine such a thing in his hands, yet oh-so frustrating once his train of thought returned to the station. right. his bed was still soaked. so was he.

checking the time on his xtransciever, which was charging on his dresser, it read roughly 8:30.

alright. his head didn’t feel like there was a firework show setting off inside it anymore, so maybe it would be a good idea to report this whole…distortion situation to someone.

according to that article, there was a branch of the interpol that could handle that. the station in nimbasa wasn’t too far away; he considered it walking distance.

quickly changing out of his cold, drenched pajama shirt and bottoms into something more presentable, emmet grabbed his casual coat, pocketing the odd pokeball as well as archeops’ while walking and fitting his arms into the sleeves at the same time, leaving his room and making his way down the stairs.

the feathered pokemon in question, who had hopped his way to his little bed after the distortion had decided to drop a heap of snow into the room, quickly followed, returning to his pokeball once he had caught up with emmet.

( seeing as the kitchen light was on, ingo was likely in there, presumably having his evening tea. the tv was running in the background; some documentary, if he tuned in hard enough. ingo wasn’t much of a documentary person unless it was intriguing; he simply enjoyed the background noise. )

emmet never understood how he enjoyed that stuff.

the tea, that is.

ingo always liked his drinks sweet, so emmet only wrinkled his nose in contempt when he noticed the cup in his hurry down the stairs.

( the silver-haired man looked up from his mug, leaning against the counter with a hum. resting the cup down, he took a few steps in approach, raising a brow. )

“ emmet? where are you going at this hour? it is not exactly late, but i was told by cameron earlier that you were not feeling well, and you were asleep by the time i got home to ask how you were doing. ”

“ i am emmet. i am filing a report to interpol. i will be back in the next hour. i am verrry much fine. ”

emmet’s hand rested on the door handle, briefly, before quickly making his ‘escape’, leaving ingo very little room to question why.

( ingo was not stupid. the other’s rushed departure and lack of clarification was plenty of a clue. emmet did not lie often; he knew he hated doing such a thing, but withholding things masked behind vague words was something he apparently wasn’t opposed to. )

( plus, he had explained nothing about what had happened that morning. asking to check his office, slamming the door shut, and walking out like a hurricane had shredded through the room with bits of glass and debris digging into his skin like nails. )

( emmet was a bad liar, but he was worse at making what he was doing seem insignificant. grabbing his coat, keys, xtransciever, and chandelure’s pokeball, ingo turned to follow; in his pajamas and a trench coat, sure, but clearly not intent on being left in the dark. both literally and figuratively; it was dark outside. )

chapter three for today!! :]

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general summary :

ingo finds many things question worthy while trying to follow his brother.

word count :

1,707.

( in his pajamas and a trench coat, sure, but clearly intent on not being left in the dark. )

to the passerby folk, seeing the sight that was subway boss ingo striding down the sidewalk with the motivation of an irritated tauros, yet looking as if he had just hardly rolled out of bed, was an odd sight, but everyone kept their comments to themselves.

it was nimbasa city, anyways. there was hardly anything you could consider a normal sight.

further up ahead, with emmet walking with roughly the same amount of resolve, nobody bothered question that either.

and to the much fewer who had put together the two were in a tense pursuit of one another, it raised mild flags, but it was rightfully not their buisness to interfere.

( for it being somewhat late in the evening, the streets were hardly close to empty. ingo noted that with a silent huff, weaving in and out of groups of strangers and somewhat familar passengers alike with an apology and polite tip of his hat; like he always did. )

( though perhaps falling into work habits now of all times, especially when this was now family buisness, at least to him, was to mask the concern sitting in his chest, like an uncomfortable, shifting weight. )

( something about today in general frankly disturbed him, even if it was just a little bit, and he certainly did not appreciate the lack of context he was being given. )

( that, and he was worried. )

( rounding another corner, he nearly crashed face first into another man; ) who, clearly, was much more attentive then he was, and swerved out of the way with a mild look of surprise.

( while ingo quickly turned to sputter out an apology, ) the blonde haired man shook his head with a soft laugh.

“ hey, hey- don't worry about it. no hard feelings. ”

blinking a few times, the other man seemed to stare for a few moments, as if he was practically studying his expression, before nodding, snapping his fingers.

“ ah- you're subway boss ingo, right?”

“ yes, that would be me. although it seems you've caught me off my usual tracks. ”

( haftheartedly gesturing to the fact he was not in uniform, ) the blonde haired stranger nodded, eventually holding out one hand with a hum.

“ well it's a pleasure to meet you, off duty, mr. ingo. my name's volo. i don't think i've had the pleasure of taking the battle subway very often, i've stopped on the doubles lines a few times. ”

( ingo held his hand out as well , accepting the polite gesture of a handshake with a nod. ) eventually volo drew his hand back, craning his head while clearly rummaging through his pockets for something.

eventually procuring a light blue post it note, neatly folded up in half, then in half again the other way, he handed the paper to ingo, ( who took it from his hand tentatively with a puzzled tilt of his head. before he could even unfold it, ) volo chimed in, a now oddly chipper tone to his voice in comparison to before.

“ well, i don't mean to hold you up, seeing as you're clearly in a rush, but would you mind passing this on to your brother for me when you see him next? i meant to give it to him tommorow, but this just seems all too coincidental to not take the oppurtunity, hah. ”

( while still admittedly offput by the other's switch in demeanor, ingo did eventually respond with a firm nod. )

and with that, volo practically dissapeared into the crowd with a simple wave goodbye.

( blinking a few times, ingo did eye the paper a few times over, baffled as to what someone could need to tell emmet so soon, yet feel the need to use post it notes instead of, what-- a text or email, but it wasn't his buisness. he'd give it to him at the station, as promised. )

( ..then again, he never distinctly promised anything. )

( no, no, no, you are not opening that letter, ingo treyne-- the man scolded himself practically like a toddler, stuffing the note in his jacket pocket and continuing on his way. )

( trodding right through the interpol station doorway, ingo quickly swept over the 'waiting' sort of area, eventually spotting emmet amongst the rather quiet room. )

the man was sitting half hunched over in a chair with his head rested on his hands; he kept bouncing his knee; the source of the constant “tap tap tap” echoing through the room, and his mouth did not move once, ( not even when ingo walked over and sat down beside him. )

“ emmet? are you ok? ”

tap. tap. tap.

“ you haven't informed me of anything that happened today, emmet. i'm concerned. ”

tap. tap. tap.

“ are you upset with me, or is right now just not a talking time? i don't need you to speak to me, emmet, but- ”

taptaptaptaptaptap--

still staring at the ground, a repeated clicking sound still eminating from the heel of his shoe hitting the floor, emmet held up one hand, then what one could read as a peace sign.

two fingers; that meant the latter.

( ingo could not help but sigh in relief. )

” that works. is it alright if we communicate like this until you've done what you need to do here, or until you're ok to talk? “

emmet's two fingered gesture then changed to a thumbs up.

” alright. how are you feeling right now? “

a thumbs up quickly shifted to a thumb's down.

“ ..is it related to what happened this morning? “

back to a thumb's up.

“ did you know something was going to happen today? ”

while he seemed uncertain, his hand stayed in a thumbs up.

“ how? ”

no response.

“ ah - no, that's too broad of a question. did someone tell you, or did you know on your own? ”

one finger. that meant the former.

“ were they on the doubles line today? ”

( ingo began to search his pockets for the note, ) while emmet's gesture of choice changes to a thumb's up.

( he carefully retrieved the pale blue slip of paper, showing it to the man sitting beside him; ) as emmet's expression turned from that of a frustrated look to just stunned, ( ingo had a solid idea on what to ask next. )

“ did they write on post it notes and go by the name volo? ”

emmet practically nabbed the paper right from his hands without responding.

( while ingo was surprised by such a reaction of all things, he did not react or make any sort of comment, simply watching with a raised brow. )

eventually after skimming the contents, emmet quickly folded the note and stashed it away; glancing back to ingo, almost apologetically, at first, before his face seemed to twist into a more confused look.

( as ingo stared back, initially in understanding, he eventually looked equally puzzled, craning his head. )

silently answering the equally silent question, emmet pointed to one eye, winking, before pointing to ingo's face.

” ..huh? is there something on my face ? “

he shook his head. slightly more aggressive with the gesture, emmet nearly poked ingo in the eye, trying to get his point across with a huff.

” is there something wrong with my eye? “

a nod. emmet quickly fished his xtransceiver out of his pocket; turning on the camera, he held the device between the two of them, gesturing for ingo to lean over and look.

seeing the worry cross ingo's face at his own reflection, emmet's brows furrowed. eventually the man cleared his throat, making an attempt at voicing his concerns before being cut off.

“ mr. emmet treyne? there's an officer availible to take your case, now. ”

the man at the front desk spoke up, in the direction of the twins; emmet nearly shot out of his chair like a misfired rocket, stuffing the paper note as well as his xtrans back in his pocket, before briefly turning to ingo.

“ will explain later. promise. “

( another thing, ingo could note about his brother; he despised breaking promises nearly as much as he hated lying. )

( so a nod in response was all he needed to do to show he understood. )

( ultimately, ingo chose to hang around in the waiting room. )

( frankly, he was rather sure he should see a doctor; human pupils were not supposed to change shape, especially something as jagged as a triangle of all things. )

( while he did have to admit it looked quite cool-- it still was a pressing matter! )

( snapping him out of his thoughts, his xtrans buzzed a few times over. drawing it from his pocket, he skimmed the messages, noting they were from emmet. )

em 🚊 || 9:17pm

hello

do you know who is on overnight security duty at the station tonight

there is something the officers want to take a look at

( something that urgent had happened at the station as well? ingo could not help but bite down on his tongue. he knew emmet had left early due to a headache, according to what he had been told; but that was it. )

ingo || 9:18pm

Jackie always covers the night shifts. They’ll be there regardless. I believe Cameron is there as well tonight.

Why do you ask?

em 🚊 || 9:20pm

security cams

there is something important on the securities cams

verrry important

could you contact them and let them know we will be making an unexpected stop there they don’t get too caught off guard

more for cameron then jackie

ingo || 9:22pm

👍

( … )

( right. he had promised. promised to explain everything later. )

( with that, ingo excused himself outside of the building with a hum, dialing to make a call. )

chapter four !! getting close to some of the bigger reveals ^^

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general summary :

evidence starts to be gathered, and emmet begins to explain himself.

word count :

1,565

“ boss emmet? i thought you went home earlier than usuaaaaal- hello officers! what brings you to our humble station at such an hour? ”

jackie, if good at one thing, was reading the room. the boss was not standing in his usual confident, rigid posture; despite being the tallest person in the room, it looked as if he was somewhat trying to make himself seem smaller. noting the brown and purple haired officers at either of his sides; not by name, seeing as they weren’t faces they exactly recognized, but the shiny silver interpol badges pinned on their persons was enough.

scooting back in their desk chair, the depot agent adjusted their hat, fixing their posture more formally and sitting up straight.

“ cameron’s doing a maintenance round on the southbound tunnel, if you’re looking for him. ”

“ from what we’ve been told, mx. jackie, you’re the individual we need to speak with. we need you to pull up the security camera footage in mr. treyne’s office from about 1:29pm. ”

the man with darker hair nodded, his hands resting in his pockets loosely.

“ got it. ”

with a nod and small two fingered salute, they spun in their chair to face the monitors settled around the desk. the room went from awkward silences to being full of the sound of intent mouse clicking and keyboard taps. after a few moments, jackie turns their head, admittedly a bit intimidated, but keeping a cool front regardless.

“ do you want this on a USB, or is just seeing the footage here alright? ”

“ if it’s within the realm of convenience right now, a USB would be of much use. ”

the formally dressed woman spoke up, this time.

“ got it, officer. i’ll go grab one- you three can watch whatever you need to see on that left monitor. ”

getting up from their chair and heading towards a filing cabinet, jackie could not help but find themself suppressing a shiver. security was usually their department, considering how.. frequent, they were on the job.

so they had been in perfect witness of.. whatever happened earlier.

the whole interaction, boss emmet had been eerily silent; even as jackie discreetly paused with the empty USB stick grasped in one hand, watching the three quietly huddle close to the monitor, they noticed the way he hung back, silvery eyes glazed with worry. maybe even mild fear; not one they could comprehend with just a glance.

jackie was perceptive, sure, but unfortunately could not read minds. as convenient as that would be.

so, unable to tell what thoughts were buzzing in their boss’ head, they simply passed him the USB without a word, dipping their head with a tilt of their hat.

seeing his own panic from an outsider’s perspective was mildly unnerving, at best. watching over the recording silently, brows furrowed, he watched as the tiny numbers on what was his desk clock shift to 1:30- the resounding shake afterward, and his own frantic scramble underneath his desk as the room began to tremble from the otherworldly force. the way his office was left in disarray, the way that heap of snow and fabric scraps, one of which was bunched in his pocket, were flung into the room as the jagged portal of sorts sealed itself shut.

his jaw stayed clenched shut as he passed the empty USB drive to officer looker, ( that was his name, though not something he thought was necessary to verbalize at the moment, ) resting gloved hands at his sides with a rattled sigh.

watching the detectives calmly do their work, eventually the other turns to him, ( anabel was her name, yet, once again, it was not something he felt the need to address out loud. )

everyone was silent, anyways; looker was watching as the security footage slowly downloaded, jackie was awkwardly shifted to the side, watching every move anyone made in the room like a rather stern swana.

subtly, that is.

his mind being lost amidst his little observation, emmet snapped back to attention as anabel, ( yes, the other officer, ) carefully rested a plain white card, with fine black print. a business card, sort of, except it didn’t really advertise, just state the obvious.

“ we’ll be in contact with you soon, mr. treyne. have a good night, and get home safe. ”

the two leave soon after, looker carefully pocketing the USB. after what seemed to be several, silent, streeeetched out minutes, emmet swore he finally saw jackie blink once again, as they adjusted their hat, stifling a sigh.

“ bit tense there, ey boss? ”

albeit an awkward face, emmet finds himself making, he eventually nodded, hands resting in his pocket. he found himself insistently flicking the latch of the old, weathered pokeball once again, perhaps as a way to channel his current feelings, and while eventually jackie did raise an eyebrow at the clicking, the depot agent didn’t press.

“ well it’s getting late, and i presume you’ve had a long day. i’ll be back to my work, hut follow those officers’ advice and get home safely, alright boss? ”

yet again, emmet nods.

the walk home was neither particularly bad nor good. dark, but the street lights served their purpose, and he found himself able to navigate back home just fine. in full honesty, emmet was a tad concerned the moment he walked in the doorway, ingo would be sitting on the couch with the lights off like a dramatic parent waiting for their child who snuck out.

somehow arceus had managed to give him worse of a reality, as not one, but two silhouettes were visible in the slightly lit up windows as he neared the house.

taking in a deep breath, emmet reached for his keys, opening the door with a heavy exhale.

“ i am emmet. ingo, why did you invite elesa over at such an hour. ”

( raising a brow, as if feigning innocence, the other silver haired man was visible in the living room, sitting criss cross on the couch with chandelure rested in his lap, ) the pokemon emitting a low chime as emmet walked through the door.

( the corners of his lips were ever so further down then usual; clearly a sign ingo meant business. )

that, and elesa leaning over the back of the sofa, her arms crossed with nothing short of a stern look on her face. now both of them looked like disappointed parents.

sighing in defeat, emmet hung up his coat, grabbing the eccentric pokeball, the small series of post it notes, and fabric scrap from the pocket, and holding the small assortment of objects in his hands as he sat on the couch beside his brother. while both of them raised eyebrows at the odd collection, neither seemed to question it at first.

after a few beats of silence, emmet spoke up first.

“ i assume you heard what happened from ingo. ”

“ who else? can’t exactly go worrying everyone and not expect someone to call me, em. ”

lightly flicking a stray piece of hair on his head, elesa’s face softened, and eventually ingo’s further then usual frown settled as well.

“ now do you have a spot where you want to start, or would you prefer prompting? ”

while there was a bit of an amused edge to elesa’s words, emmet’s response was a snort, carefully thumbing the latch of the pokeball once again.

( this time, ingo seemed to notice it more, tentatively reaching out a hand in a silent “could i hold this?” )

noting the other’s gesturing and fascinated expression, emmet passed him the thing, seeing no harm in it.

“ that fell out of the..space time distortion that woke me up. verrry rudely so. ”

( ingo seemed practically enraptured by the item in his hands, but the brief flicker of his eyes back to emmet with a small nod was his indication of paying attention. ) chandelure seemed to chime in tune with it’s trainer’s enthusiasm, clearly.

emmet does not vocally wince at the way one eye is still in that peculiar triangle shape, and not in fact some twisted hallucination, but he sure wants to.

instead, he focuses once again.

at some point in his explanation, elesa moves from her position behind the couch to sit on emmet’s other side, also intently listening.

“ right. i did not explain what that was. a space time distortion is a rupture in time and space. caused by weak points in these places. or by other external means. for some reason, i believe they are being drawn to me. i do not know why, but something is afoot, and i am going to set it right by whatever means i must take. ”

he holds up the first post it note; a pale yellow, a simple note written on it’s front side.

“ to emmet treyne. ”

“ you don’t know me. that’s ok. but i need you to listen very carefully to this note. ”

“ your brother is in danger. i can’t tell you what just yet, but make sure neither of you are in his office at 5:30 tomorrow morning. ”

“ -v. ”

“ but i do not believe i was their original target. ”