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Jessie Drugs James and Is Generally Abusive: Hurt Without Much Comfort (part one of four)
Another darkfic. I had almost forgotten I'd written this (those repressed memories wouldn't cooperate).
I'm slowly realizing that I wrote a lot of hurt/comfort and whump fic before I even knew there was a term for it.
Content Warning: First-person mixed points-of-view; abuse; workplace violence; depiction of medical issues and injuries; poisoning by chemicals or drugging; forcible injection; out-of-character behavior for James and Meowth; absolute character assassination of Jessie; Jesus Hades Christ twelve!me tortured James a lot in fic
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(Meowth's point of view)
It all started when Jessie decided we had to work harder and look more threatening so people would be scared of us. That meant we had to look good and not ghetto.
That meant cleaning the van.
All she did was shove a bucket of some cleaning liquid in our faces. It smelled like ass.
"What is this crap?" I said.
"It's a special chemical blend," Jessie said. Then she went to work on our plan.
At the time I didn't know what was going on. I thought this was just another way to improve Team Rocket that probably wouldn't work.
It wasn't.
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We were cleaning the van for about a half an hour when James started coughing.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I don't know. I just don't feel good," James said weakly.
"Maybe it's the chemicals," I said.
At that point, James fainted.
I ran to get Jessie. "James just fainted!" I screamed. "Help him!"
We went to James. He was unconscious and motionless.
"Speak to me! Do something!" I yelled.
Jessie just said, "He'll live," and walked away.
I couldn't believe it. I just stood there. Had she lost her mind?
(James's point of view)
I came to in our tent. I was lying on my sleeping bag. Meowth was sitting nearby.
"What happened?" I asked.
Meowth ran over to me and hugged me. "You fainted," he said. He was crying. I didn't know why he was crying at the time.
"Why are you crying?" I asked. It hurt me to see Meowth unhappy or crying.
"I'm just happy you're conscious. Now get some rest," Meowth said. He exited the tent.
I lay in bed, alone in the tent. The only reason why Meowth would be crying is if something happened.
"Something could've happened to Jessie!" I thought.
I was almost panicking. I tried to sit up, but was hit by a sudden rush of nausea. I lay back down, but it didn't improve. I sat up again and threw up.
I slept for about three hours after that.
Even thought Meowth came into the tent again, I didn't ask him why he was crying. I thought he would be upset or hurt.
I was also scared. Maybe it was something Jessie was trying to do to me. She did make us clean the van with some strange chemicals.
She was trying to drug me.
(Meowth's point of view)
The day after the van incident, I saw something that nearly frightened me.
It also gave me a clue to what Jessie put in the cleaning liquid.
I was sitting outside the tent. James was inside the tent, resting. He had been resting a lot after the incident with the cleaning liquid.
Or maybe he had been training that homicidal Victreebel.
Anyway, Jessie came in. She was holding a syringe with a needle. What could that be for, I thought.
I watched with curiosity, then fear. Jessie stuck the needle in James's left arm.
James sat up quickly. His bluish-violet hair was ruffled because he'd been sleeping. His bright green eyes were glazed over.
He stared at Jessie for a few seconds, then passed out.
I went into the tent after Jessie left.
"Wake up, James," I said softly.
James opened his eyes halfway.
"What happened?" James asked softly.
"I saw Jessie inject something into you. It made you faint," I said. I didn't know if James would believe me or if he would think I was putting down Jessie, but I had to tell him the truth.
He didn't believe it.
"It….it must have been something else that caused the fainting," James whispered.
"No, I'm pretty sure it was the injection," I said quietly.
James began to cry as if his heart had been broken.
In a way, it had been.
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I saw something I never thought I would see.
Jessie was forcing James to take some pills. James was refusing. Ever since he was drugged with the needle, he'd been feeling unwell.
Jessie took out the syringe. She dissolved the pills in water and put it in the syringe. She injected the drug into James. James pulled away and ended up collapsing on the ground.
As soon as Jessie walked away, I dragged James inside the tent. He sat up weakly.
"Meowth….Was I dreaming? Did I just have a nightmare about Jessiebelle? Am I hallucinating?" James asked weakly.
"It was real, and it was Jessie," I said.
James didn't look like he in any condition to resist the truth. In fact, he looked like he would faint from shock.
James also looked hurt. I didn't know what to do.
"But why?" he asked.
All I could say was, "I don't know."
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Moral of the story: The D.A.R.E. program did strange things to twelve!me's brain.
Bad Blood: Boys Don't Work Like That (part three of three)
Eleventh-hour blueshipping and angst rears its head (the urge could no longer be suppressed; R.I.P. any hope of decent Rocketshipping in this fic). This isn't really about vampires anymore.
Part one is here. Part two is here.
Content Warning: First-person mixed points-of-view; colorful language; bizarre occult lore; very loose understanding of psychological and medical issues (seriously twelve!me does not seem to understand psychopathy or sleeping pills); abuse mention; suicide attempt; out-of-character behavior for James, Meowth, and Mondo; wet dreams are not boy periods, twelve!me; absolute character assassination of Jessie; Jesus Hades Christ twelve!me tortured James a lot in fic (I'm told this is not uncommon); James is a witch for some reason (and has a doppelganger)
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(James's point of view)
I stayed in the bathroom for a long time.
I was so stupid. I should have known Meowth told me everything was fine just so I wouldn't get upset. I should have known everything was not fine.
I also should have known I shouldn't have fallen in love with Jessie.
How could I be such an imbecile? I knew Jessie abused me, I knew she was violent, yet I still loved her.
That just showed how stupid I was.
What if Jessie had tried to kill Meowth? Or Mondo? If she did, I would never forgive myself.
"James? Are you all right in there?" Meowth asked.
"I'm fine." I tried to keep my voice from breaking, but it didn't work.
Meowth knew I had been crying and came in.
I looked in the mirror. "I'm such a wreck. No wonder Jessie abuses me," I said.
Meowth started to say something, but Mondo beat him to it.
"Don't say that! You're not a wreck. Even if you were, that's no reason for her to abuse you like that. You're not even why Jessie went psycho. It's because of….well….I don't know. Some people are just like that. She's always had a bad temper," Mondo said.
"So it's not your fault," Meowth said.
I looked in the mirror again. I saw a boy with messy blue-violet hair, swollen areas under his green eyes, and a red flush about his face.
That didn't look like someone who wasn't a wreck.
When Mondo and Meowth went out of the bathroom, I used the toilet. I noticed my underwear was wet, but not with urine. I changed it and went out of the bathroom and pulled Mondo aside.
"Mondo? You know what wet dreams are, don't you?" I asked.
"Yeah, why?" he said.
"What age are boys supposed to get it?" I asked.
"Boys get their first wet dream when they're about eleven years old. If they don't then, the latest they can get it is fourteen."
"But what if they don't get it then?" I hoped I didn't sound worried.
"Then there might be an issue," Mondo said.
There was an awkward silence until Mondo asked, "When did you get your first wet dream?"
"I noticed my underwear was wet a few minutes ago," I said.
"It only happens when you sleep and dream about girls romantically," Mondo said.
"Then….I haven't gotten it yet," I said.
"You never dreamed about girls like that?"
"No."
"Or woken up and found your underwear wet before now?"
"No."
"How old are you, again?"
"Seventeen."
We stared at each other.
"I think you should go see a doctor," Mondo said.
We did.
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Mondo and Meowth knew I was a witch, so they took me to a Witch Doctor.
I was trying to figure out how to explain the wet dream to the Witch Doctor. It might be a bit embarrassing, since the Witch Doctor was a woman.
The Witch Doctor walked in. "What brings you here today?" she asked.
I whispered, "It's about my wet dreams. They're coming late. I think my powers might have something to do with it."
"Then I'll have to let my assistant take care of you. He's male. He'll understand," the Witch Doctor said.
The Witch Doctor's assistant came out. He had shoulder-length blue-violet hair, green eyes, pale skin, and very familiar facial features.
"James, are you aware that this guy looks exactly like you?" Mondo asked.
"Yes," I said.
"Please, follow me into the examining room," the assistant said. I followed him in. His voice was the same as mine, too, except he had a different accent.
"What seems to be the problem?" the assistant asked.
"My wet dreams haven't come and I'm seventeen," I said.
"It's because of your undeveloped powers. They'll come soon, now that you've developed them," the assistant said.
When I left the Witch Doctor's office, I was unsure of what to think.
We took Jessie to the mental institution. She tried to bite me and….that abuse where someone touches you where they're not supposed to. I can't even bear to write the proper name.
It was just awful.
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We visited Jessie the next day. I was the last one to go in. Jessie cursed me out as soon as she saw me.
"You screwed up such a fucking easy plan and you don't think your ass is getting fucked up?!" she yelled.
"Stop it! Just stop it! Stop blaming everything on me. I work as hard as I can to make our plans work, and gain your love, and—"
Gain your love?! Where did that come from?!
"You think I'd love you?! You're an imbecile to think anyone would love a fuck-up cunt like you," Jessie said.
Her words messed me up. I ran out of the room, crying. I ran out of the waiting room. Meowth and Mondo ran after me, but I didn't care.
I made it to our cabin. I ran inside. I locked myself in the bathroom. I could hear Meowth and Mondo talking in the living room.
I knew what to do.
I took out some sleeping pills and took about ten of them. I felt like I'd vomit.
I ran outside. Mondo and Meowth followed me.
I found a tree and climbed it. They saw me and ran to the tree.
"James, what are you doing?!" Meowth screamed. He started to climb the tree.
"I'm jumping," I said.
"Why?! You have a life, you have Mondo and I—"
"Yes, but for how long? I ruin everything. Jessie was right. I can't even do a simple plan right. Why bother living?" I said. It was getting harder for me to think clearly. My legs were shaking.
I jumped.
Mondo ran and caught me. I was startled and began screaming, "Why did you catch me? I was trying to die!"
"Don't scare us like that. Don't ever do that again," Mondo said. He was crying. I was crying. It began to rain. Meowth climbed back down the tree.
Mondo put me down. I fell to my knees and began to throw up.
"Oh, Jimmy, what did you do?" Meowth asked.
"It's the sleeping pills. I took them so it wouldn't hurt when I fell," I said.
I tried to stand up. I wobbled. I fell and Mondo caught me.
Then I blacked out.
(Meowth's point of view)
Mondo carried James back inside. James looked very pale.
Mondo put James on the bed.
"He took about ten sleeping pills. After I put him down, he probably threw up about half of them," Mondo said.
I brushed James's hair out of his face. Then I put a wet rag on his forehead. He began to regain consciousness.
"What happened?" he asked.
"You fainted," I said.
There was a moment of silence, then I asked, "Why did you do that?"
"I told you, I'm worthless. Jessie was right. Besides, who could love a screw-up like me?" James said.
"I could," I said.
James turned to look at me. Then we kissed on the mouth.
Lesson learned: Jessie and James don't fit.
However, me and James, well, that's a different story.
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Moral of the story: Wet dreams are not boy periods. I can't believe that twelve!me needed to be told that.
As I said, only post for November. See yall in December.
!!!TRIGGER WARNINGS IN THE DESCRIPTION OF THE VIDEO ON YT!!!
They told me to take a chill pill X3
girlboss moment
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TW: blood, pills, and overdose themes/implied overdose.
Tim edit that I'm nervous to post for some reason- also my first edit since 2021-
Slight Eyestrain warning?-
I FEEL SO SMART FOR USING THIS AUDIO DESPITE IT PROBABLY EXISTING ELSEWHERE- /J