New Game +: Chapter 4, Girlfriend in a Coma
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Title: Girlfriend in a Coma
Song Link: It's really serious.
Characters: Silver, Looker, Professor Elm, Lance
Word Count: 2610
Silver sat slumped against the outside of his house, Crobat perched on his head, Eevee curled up on his lap. He was smoking a cigarette and wearing the same black suit he had worn since the funeral. It was hot, and he was sweating, and he did not care. Kanto mourned together; Silver mourned alone.
This was his third cigarette in something like ten minutes, and he had lost track of how many he’d gone through in the last few days. The house smelled terrible, the Pokémon were sad, and no one had come by or called. He hadn’t expected them to; even if they cared, what would they say? “I’m sorry your girlfriend is in a coma and your ex-lover is dead? Would you like some cookies?”
The first couple of days, he visited the hospital, and wouldn’t stop bothering the doctors and nurses and anyone who he thought might know something that could wake her up. They tried to remove him and it didn’t work, but after a few days fretting at her side he realized that the Pokémon needed food, particularly Eevee, who if she even had a Pokéball he hadn’t been able to find it at Green’s place. And so he left Kotone’s side and if he couldn’t take care of her and couldn’t take care of Green and couldn’t even take care of himself, at least he could feed Eevee out of the jars in Green’s kitchen labeled “Eevee snacks,” right below the cocoa powder. And cry. He could also cry.
He didn’t notice the man in the trenchcoat until he was leaning against the house next to him, also smoking a cigarette, face largely concealed by a fedora. “Hello, Silver,” said the man, his voice gruff. “You weren’t hard to find.”
“I imagine not,” said Silver, his Pokémon eyeing the man warily.
“Do you know who I am?” The man lifted his hat; his face was worn, his hair gray and receding. Beneath his trenchcoat he wore a shirt and tie with a brown vest that matched his worn slacks.
“I don’t care,” said Silver. “If Giovanni sent you, get it over with.”
The man looked down at Silver, and his gaze was met only by the Crobat, who stared back impassively, cradling Silver with its wings. “I, Looker, am following someone else who I suspect is following Giovanni, who is following you. So I figured I would cut out the middleman and get here. What I didn’t expect was for the only survivor of the massacre to be so worthless. You can’t even look me in the eye, boy? Do you not want to even the score? Do you not want revenge?”
“No,” said Silver, “I do not. I want Kotone to wake up.”
“You don’t care about anyone else?”
Silver let his cigarette fall, and looked up at the sky, careful not to meet Looker’s gaze. The clouds hung limp from a blank sky. “I care about everyone else. What I don’t want is revenge. I want to vanish. I want to unbecome. It should have been me.”
“Maybe it should have been, if that’s your attitude.” Looker put out his cigarette on the side of Silver’s house. “But it wasn’t. And I need your help to stop him from doing this again. Do you know what Pokémon he had?” Silver shrugged. “That was Kyurem. One of the three legendary dragons of Unova.”
“That can’t have been a legendary dragon. Those are unique. He had enough of them that he left them to die, just like he does everyone else.”
“Silver. Look at me.” Looker waited. Silver didn’t move. Looker kept waiting. After a minute, Eevee nosed at Silver’s chin, and he looked up, and Looker cracked a slight smile. “You do care.”
“And?”
“He’s figured out how to clone legendaries through the PC system. I don’t know how he’s doing it, but I know that he is systematically targeting all of the former champions who are still holding legendary Pokémon. We managed to get to Dawn and Black before he did, but he got to Brendan and Kotone. He has amassed a literal army of legendaries, and on top of that, he’s figured out how to manufacture firearms. If you can help us find and protect Kotone’s legendaries, we can put them under Cynthia’s protection and have a chance to assemble counters to everything he’s doing. Do you know where they are?”
Silver shook his head slowly. “After she came back from her four-year voyage, she never called any of them out again; I am not sure what happened. She said that she had a transformative experience at the Sinjoh temple, and that she wanted to focus her time on building relationships with Pokémon and people, and that’s when we moved in together and I took a position in Professor Oak’s lab. You’d have to ask her. But we can’t ask her, can we.”
“She’s probably not going to wake up,” said Looker, taking his hat off and holding at his side. “But I promise you she will not wake up if you don’t help me.”
Silver stood up, Crobat’s wings unfurling and taking to the air, and his hands became fists. “Is that a threat?” His face was set and grim, and Looker took a step back.
“You are much like him-” Before Looker could finish, Silver punched him in the face. Looker’s neck shifted slightly, but he did not flinch, and the two looked at each other, tense, for a full minute. And then Looker laughed.
“Good, you’re ready.” He pulled a small gun out of his coat and handed it to Silver, who took it in his left hand and then slid it into his jacket. “You’ll need this. We’re going to Unova.”
“I need to let everyone’s Pokémon free first,” said Silver. “And I need to visit Kotone one more time. I’ll be ready to go in a week.”
“You don’t intend to come back, do you?” Silver shook his head. “Good.” Looker smiled, and put his hat back on. “That’s the only thing that’s kept me alive this long. I’ll see you in Unova.” He started to walk away, and then Silver called out to him.
“Do you really think she might wake up?”
Looker pulled his hat down over his face and said nothing.
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Silver walked out of the shower and took out his school uniform. After essentially not eating for the last two weeks, he was able to fit into it again. He opened the jacket and slipped the gun inside, and started to collect all of the Pokéballs in the room. Whoever Kotone had on the shelf, all of Clair’s Pokéballs that hadn’t been in the Den already, and everyone of Green’s who had not stayed on at the Gym, as well as Silver’s own collection of Pokémon. All of them went into a large backpack, and Crobat and Eevee stepped outside with Silver, who had a separate small messenger bag with a single change of clothing in it.
First the three of them flew to the Dragon’s Den, where Silver released all of the dragon Pokémon he had worked with on his research, and all of Clair’s Pokémon. After doing this, he walked into Lance’s office, and the two of them shared eye contact for a moment.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” said Lance, looking out onto the water.
“And I for yours,” said Silver. “I’m heading to Unova. Is there anything you want me do?”
Lance closed his eyes. “Roll back time.”
Next, Crobat flew them to the peak of Mt. Silver, where Silver released Green’s Pokémon, and left a single rose at the summit, on a pile of frozen flowers, notes, and diaries bound in twine. Silver left them alone, though he stood and looked at them for a long time, and his tears froze to his face.
“Is this where you leave the ride?” Silver asked Eevee. Eevee looked at the memorial pile, and back at Silver, and then back at the pile. Then Eevee jumped onto Silver’s shoulder and nuzzled into the crook of his neck. “I guess not,” he said, and they flew off, Tyranitar and Machamp watching them leave through the snowfall.
The three next landed at Victory Road, where Silver released most of his Pokémon; Gengar took a long time to turn around, but did. Crobat wouldn’t let go of Silver’s back, and Silver wanted to return Feraligatr to Professor Elm personally. So after spending a few moments standing where Silver had battled Kotone before Kotone went on the the championship, they left the caverns and flew on.
They next visited Kotone’s mother, who only reluctantly opened the door. “It’s you,” she said, blocking Silver from entering the house. “If it weren’t for you, none of this would have happened to her.”
“It wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for you, either. I choose to be grateful.” Silver handed over Kotone’s Pokéballs, one by one, and Kotone’s mother took them and put them somewhere by the door. He kept only Typhlosion, who someone had managed to Max Potion without Giovanni noticing or caring. “I’m going to try to fix it. I won’t be able to, but at least I can try. Take care of Kotone for me.”
“I will, but not for you,” she said, and closed the door.
Silver walked down the road to Professor Elm’s lab, knowing he was being watched through near-shuttered windows. He tried to imagine what Green would do and then shook his head - he could never match Green’s swagger, the ease with which he moved through space. Silver stepped awkwardly forward, remembering only dimly that he’d been here almost twenty years ago to steal the Pokémon he was combing back to return. He’d met Kotone for the first time then, run into her outside, and worried that she’d realize what he was up to. Now he knew that she had and she hadn’t; she’d known that he was there to steal a Pokémon, but she hadn’t cared, because she decided that he was a good person and he was obviously doing it for the right reasons. No one had ever extended him trust like that before; no one except Green, and maybe his grandfather, had extended it since.
He knocked on the door to Elm’s lab, and it swung open. Elm sat at the table in the back of the lab where he usually handed out starters, staring at three Pokéballs, paying no attention to Silver. Silver stepped in.
“What makes you think I’m going to let you return them this time,” said Elm with a half-smile.
Silver shrugged. “You let me keep Totodile because I was doing the work of taking down Team Rocket, yes? And I’ve failed at that.”
“But you’re going to do it again, aren’t you?”
“Fail? Yes, most likely.”
Elm shuffled the three Pokéballs around on his table. “If nothing else, the word is, you’ll keep Giovanni’s attention away from here.”
Silver looked down at Eevee, who looked back up impassively. “That’s what everyone’s saying?”
“They want a scapegoat.” Elm sighed. “I’d been hoping you would end up taking my job, honestly, but now I’m not sure that you could even if you brought back Giovanni’s tie tack and pinned it to the top of Mount Moon.” He laughed. “Not that the Clefairy would like that very much.”
“So you won’t take the Pokémon back. What if he comes back? Kotone’s Typhlosion is the only Pokémon I can think of who can handle those ice dragons, including anyone I’ve trained.”
Elm stood up. “Silver. I know everyone thinks of me as a doddering fool; I realize I mostly am.” He picked up one of the Pokéballs. “But I’ve spent my life with Pokémon, I’ve spent my life on Pokémon, and we Professors have some tricks up our sleeves. All those Cyndaquils I give out come from somewhere, you know. I have a very good working relationship with their parents. If Giovanni comes back, and if he attacks again, and if we fall before his ice dragons, I can promise you it will not be because we did not have enough Typhlosions. Here.” He extended an arm to Silver. “Why not just let them decide?”
“They’ll want to come,” said Silver.
“And why shouldn’t you let them? You’re letting Crobat come, yes? You’re apparently bringing along an Eevee, for Arceus’s sake. You don’t think Kotone’s Typhlosion wants revenge? You don’t think your Feraligatr wants to protect you the way he couldn’t when he wasn’t there? I know you think it should have been you and not Kotone. They think the same thing. Are you going to deny them that?”
Silver stared at Elm for a minute, and then released both Pokémon. Typhlosion growled, flaring up, and then looked around - his flame going out within seconds. Feraligatr took a few steps over to Tylphosion, and the two sat down together, staring at Silver. Eevee padded over and nosed at Typhlosion, who snorted. Crobat, perched on Silver’s backpack, watched them through half-closed eyes.
“I guess not,” said Silver. He recalled them and attached the Pokéballs to his belt next to Crobat’s.
“We all wish it could have been us and not the people we loved. But it wasn’t us. It was them. I don’t know why you think you can do what you, Green, Clair, and Kotone couldn’t, but I don’t think I could stop you any more than you could stop your Pokémon.”
“What else is there for me to do?”
“Go to Sinnoh, or the Islands, or heck, throw a dart at a map. Just get out of here, research for twenty years, change your name, dye your hair, find some other disaffected gym leader and shack up with him for a while. His being your father doesn’t make him your destiny.”
“I’d always carry the weight.”
“You’ll carry it even if you succeed.” Elm turned away. “But I know you’re going; so go. Don’t make me carry the weight, too.”
“Thank you, Professor,” said Silver, and walked out the door, the Pokémon following. It was early evening, the sky starting to turn pink, and for a moment he considered staying, just another few days, long enough to know what he’d be missing.
Then he was hit on the head with a Pokéball. He whirled around to see Kotone’s Farfetch’d waving its leek excitedly and waddling toward him.
“Oh no, not you too.” He couldn’t help but laugh, remembering how the bird had imprinted on a photograph of him when younger, and how long it took to stop it from chewing on his hair. “You’ve gotta find someone else with red hair to chew on, sorry.” He looked over at the Pokéball, a few feet to his left. “I can bring you somewhere else if you want, but Kotone’s mom is probably the best person for you to stay with right now.” The Farfetch’d shook its head and walked to the Pokéball, kicking it over to Silver. Silver kicked it back. “It’s not safe, and you’re not trained for...” Farfetch’d threw its leek at Silver’s feet and stood still, staring up at him. They locked eyes. After a moment, Crobat bit Silver’s ear.
“Owwww!” While Silver glared up at his companion, Eevee nudged Farfetch’d’s Pokéball at Silver’s feet again. “Really?” All of the Pokémon nodded. “Fine.” He bent down and picked up the Pokéball. “Fine. Let’s... just go.” He called back Farfetch’d, attached the fourth Pokéball to his belt, and then lifted a hand to touch Crobat’s body.
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Title: Girlfriend in a Coma
Song Link: It's really serious.
Characters: Silver, Looker, Professor Elm, Lance
Word Count: 2610
Silver sat slumped against the outside of his house, Crobat perched on his head, Eevee curled up on his lap. He was smoking a cigarette and wearing the same black suit he had worn since the funeral. It was hot, and he was sweating, and he did not care. Kanto mourned together; Silver mourned alone.
This was his third cigarette in something like ten minutes, and he had lost track of how many he’d gone through in the last few days. The house smelled terrible, the Pokémon were sad, and no one had come by or called. He hadn’t expected them to; even if they cared, what would they say? “I’m sorry your girlfriend is in a coma and your ex-lover is dead? Would you like some cookies?”
The first couple of days, he visited the hospital, and wouldn’t stop bothering the doctors and nurses and anyone who he thought might know something that could wake her up. They tried to remove him and it didn’t work, but after a few days fretting at her side he realized that the Pokémon needed food, particularly Eevee, who if she even had a Pokéball he hadn’t been able to find it at Green’s place. And so he left Kotone’s side and if he couldn’t take care of her and couldn’t take care of Green and couldn’t even take care of himself, at least he could feed Eevee out of the jars in Green’s kitchen labeled “Eevee snacks,” right below the cocoa powder. And cry. He could also cry.
He didn’t notice the man in the trenchcoat until he was leaning against the house next to him, also smoking a cigarette, face largely concealed by a fedora. “Hello, Silver,” said the man, his voice gruff. “You weren’t hard to find.”
“I imagine not,” said Silver, his Pokémon eyeing the man warily.
“Do you know who I am?” The man lifted his hat; his face was worn, his hair gray and receding. Beneath his trenchcoat he wore a shirt and tie with a brown vest that matched his worn slacks.
“I don’t care,” said Silver. “If Giovanni sent you, get it over with.”
The man looked down at Silver, and his gaze was met only by the Crobat, who stared back impassively, cradling Silver with its wings. “I, Looker, am following someone else who I suspect is following Giovanni, who is following you. So I figured I would cut out the middleman and get here. What I didn’t expect was for the only survivor of the massacre to be so worthless. You can’t even look me in the eye, boy? Do you not want to even the score? Do you not want revenge?”
“No,” said Silver, “I do not. I want Kotone to wake up.”
“You don’t care about anyone else?”
Silver let his cigarette fall, and looked up at the sky, careful not to meet Looker’s gaze. The clouds hung limp from a blank sky. “I care about everyone else. What I don’t want is revenge. I want to vanish. I want to unbecome. It should have been me.”
“Maybe it should have been, if that’s your attitude.” Looker put out his cigarette on the side of Silver’s house. “But it wasn’t. And I need your help to stop him from doing this again. Do you know what Pokémon he had?” Silver shrugged. “That was Kyurem. One of the three legendary dragons of Unova.”
“That can’t have been a legendary dragon. Those are unique. He had enough of them that he left them to die, just like he does everyone else.”
“Silver. Look at me.” Looker waited. Silver didn’t move. Looker kept waiting. After a minute, Eevee nosed at Silver’s chin, and he looked up, and Looker cracked a slight smile. “You do care.”
“And?”
“He’s figured out how to clone legendaries through the PC system. I don’t know how he’s doing it, but I know that he is systematically targeting all of the former champions who are still holding legendary Pokémon. We managed to get to Dawn and Black before he did, but he got to Brendan and Kotone. He has amassed a literal army of legendaries, and on top of that, he’s figured out how to manufacture firearms. If you can help us find and protect Kotone’s legendaries, we can put them under Cynthia’s protection and have a chance to assemble counters to everything he’s doing. Do you know where they are?”
Silver shook his head slowly. “After she came back from her four-year voyage, she never called any of them out again; I am not sure what happened. She said that she had a transformative experience at the Sinjoh temple, and that she wanted to focus her time on building relationships with Pokémon and people, and that’s when we moved in together and I took a position in Professor Oak’s lab. You’d have to ask her. But we can’t ask her, can we.”
“She’s probably not going to wake up,” said Looker, taking his hat off and holding at his side. “But I promise you she will not wake up if you don’t help me.”
Silver stood up, Crobat’s wings unfurling and taking to the air, and his hands became fists. “Is that a threat?” His face was set and grim, and Looker took a step back.
“You are much like him-” Before Looker could finish, Silver punched him in the face. Looker’s neck shifted slightly, but he did not flinch, and the two looked at each other, tense, for a full minute. And then Looker laughed.
“Good, you’re ready.” He pulled a small gun out of his coat and handed it to Silver, who took it in his left hand and then slid it into his jacket. “You’ll need this. We’re going to Unova.”
“I need to let everyone’s Pokémon free first,” said Silver. “And I need to visit Kotone one more time. I’ll be ready to go in a week.”
“You don’t intend to come back, do you?” Silver shook his head. “Good.” Looker smiled, and put his hat back on. “That’s the only thing that’s kept me alive this long. I’ll see you in Unova.” He started to walk away, and then Silver called out to him.
“Do you really think she might wake up?”
Looker pulled his hat down over his face and said nothing.
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Silver walked out of the shower and took out his school uniform. After essentially not eating for the last two weeks, he was able to fit into it again. He opened the jacket and slipped the gun inside, and started to collect all of the Pokéballs in the room. Whoever Kotone had on the shelf, all of Clair’s Pokéballs that hadn’t been in the Den already, and everyone of Green’s who had not stayed on at the Gym, as well as Silver’s own collection of Pokémon. All of them went into a large backpack, and Crobat and Eevee stepped outside with Silver, who had a separate small messenger bag with a single change of clothing in it.
First the three of them flew to the Dragon’s Den, where Silver released all of the dragon Pokémon he had worked with on his research, and all of Clair’s Pokémon. After doing this, he walked into Lance’s office, and the two of them shared eye contact for a moment.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” said Lance, looking out onto the water.
“And I for yours,” said Silver. “I’m heading to Unova. Is there anything you want me do?”
Lance closed his eyes. “Roll back time.”
Next, Crobat flew them to the peak of Mt. Silver, where Silver released Green’s Pokémon, and left a single rose at the summit, on a pile of frozen flowers, notes, and diaries bound in twine. Silver left them alone, though he stood and looked at them for a long time, and his tears froze to his face.
“Is this where you leave the ride?” Silver asked Eevee. Eevee looked at the memorial pile, and back at Silver, and then back at the pile. Then Eevee jumped onto Silver’s shoulder and nuzzled into the crook of his neck. “I guess not,” he said, and they flew off, Tyranitar and Machamp watching them leave through the snowfall.
The three next landed at Victory Road, where Silver released most of his Pokémon; Gengar took a long time to turn around, but did. Crobat wouldn’t let go of Silver’s back, and Silver wanted to return Feraligatr to Professor Elm personally. So after spending a few moments standing where Silver had battled Kotone before Kotone went on the the championship, they left the caverns and flew on.
They next visited Kotone’s mother, who only reluctantly opened the door. “It’s you,” she said, blocking Silver from entering the house. “If it weren’t for you, none of this would have happened to her.”
“It wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for you, either. I choose to be grateful.” Silver handed over Kotone’s Pokéballs, one by one, and Kotone’s mother took them and put them somewhere by the door. He kept only Typhlosion, who someone had managed to Max Potion without Giovanni noticing or caring. “I’m going to try to fix it. I won’t be able to, but at least I can try. Take care of Kotone for me.”
“I will, but not for you,” she said, and closed the door.
Silver walked down the road to Professor Elm’s lab, knowing he was being watched through near-shuttered windows. He tried to imagine what Green would do and then shook his head - he could never match Green’s swagger, the ease with which he moved through space. Silver stepped awkwardly forward, remembering only dimly that he’d been here almost twenty years ago to steal the Pokémon he was combing back to return. He’d met Kotone for the first time then, run into her outside, and worried that she’d realize what he was up to. Now he knew that she had and she hadn’t; she’d known that he was there to steal a Pokémon, but she hadn’t cared, because she decided that he was a good person and he was obviously doing it for the right reasons. No one had ever extended him trust like that before; no one except Green, and maybe his grandfather, had extended it since.
He knocked on the door to Elm’s lab, and it swung open. Elm sat at the table in the back of the lab where he usually handed out starters, staring at three Pokéballs, paying no attention to Silver. Silver stepped in.
“What makes you think I’m going to let you return them this time,” said Elm with a half-smile.
Silver shrugged. “You let me keep Totodile because I was doing the work of taking down Team Rocket, yes? And I’ve failed at that.”
“But you’re going to do it again, aren’t you?”
“Fail? Yes, most likely.”
Elm shuffled the three Pokéballs around on his table. “If nothing else, the word is, you’ll keep Giovanni’s attention away from here.”
Silver looked down at Eevee, who looked back up impassively. “That’s what everyone’s saying?”
“They want a scapegoat.” Elm sighed. “I’d been hoping you would end up taking my job, honestly, but now I’m not sure that you could even if you brought back Giovanni’s tie tack and pinned it to the top of Mount Moon.” He laughed. “Not that the Clefairy would like that very much.”
“So you won’t take the Pokémon back. What if he comes back? Kotone’s Typhlosion is the only Pokémon I can think of who can handle those ice dragons, including anyone I’ve trained.”
Elm stood up. “Silver. I know everyone thinks of me as a doddering fool; I realize I mostly am.” He picked up one of the Pokéballs. “But I’ve spent my life with Pokémon, I’ve spent my life on Pokémon, and we Professors have some tricks up our sleeves. All those Cyndaquils I give out come from somewhere, you know. I have a very good working relationship with their parents. If Giovanni comes back, and if he attacks again, and if we fall before his ice dragons, I can promise you it will not be because we did not have enough Typhlosions. Here.” He extended an arm to Silver. “Why not just let them decide?”
“They’ll want to come,” said Silver.
“And why shouldn’t you let them? You’re letting Crobat come, yes? You’re apparently bringing along an Eevee, for Arceus’s sake. You don’t think Kotone’s Typhlosion wants revenge? You don’t think your Feraligatr wants to protect you the way he couldn’t when he wasn’t there? I know you think it should have been you and not Kotone. They think the same thing. Are you going to deny them that?”
Silver stared at Elm for a minute, and then released both Pokémon. Typhlosion growled, flaring up, and then looked around - his flame going out within seconds. Feraligatr took a few steps over to Tylphosion, and the two sat down together, staring at Silver. Eevee padded over and nosed at Typhlosion, who snorted. Crobat, perched on Silver’s backpack, watched them through half-closed eyes.
“I guess not,” said Silver. He recalled them and attached the Pokéballs to his belt next to Crobat’s.
“We all wish it could have been us and not the people we loved. But it wasn’t us. It was them. I don’t know why you think you can do what you, Green, Clair, and Kotone couldn’t, but I don’t think I could stop you any more than you could stop your Pokémon.”
“What else is there for me to do?”
“Go to Sinnoh, or the Islands, or heck, throw a dart at a map. Just get out of here, research for twenty years, change your name, dye your hair, find some other disaffected gym leader and shack up with him for a while. His being your father doesn’t make him your destiny.”
“I’d always carry the weight.”
“You’ll carry it even if you succeed.” Elm turned away. “But I know you’re going; so go. Don’t make me carry the weight, too.”
“Thank you, Professor,” said Silver, and walked out the door, the Pokémon following. It was early evening, the sky starting to turn pink, and for a moment he considered staying, just another few days, long enough to know what he’d be missing.
Then he was hit on the head with a Pokéball. He whirled around to see Kotone’s Farfetch’d waving its leek excitedly and waddling toward him.
“Oh no, not you too.” He couldn’t help but laugh, remembering how the bird had imprinted on a photograph of him when younger, and how long it took to stop it from chewing on his hair. “You’ve gotta find someone else with red hair to chew on, sorry.” He looked over at the Pokéball, a few feet to his left. “I can bring you somewhere else if you want, but Kotone’s mom is probably the best person for you to stay with right now.” The Farfetch’d shook its head and walked to the Pokéball, kicking it over to Silver. Silver kicked it back. “It’s not safe, and you’re not trained for...” Farfetch’d threw its leek at Silver’s feet and stood still, staring up at him. They locked eyes. After a moment, Crobat bit Silver’s ear.
“Owwww!” While Silver glared up at his companion, Eevee nudged Farfetch’d’s Pokéball at Silver’s feet again. “Really?” All of the Pokémon nodded. “Fine.” He bent down and picked up the Pokéball. “Fine. Let’s... just go.” He called back Farfetch’d, attached the fourth Pokéball to his belt, and then lifted a hand to touch Crobat’s body.
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