Headlines read: POKÉMON GO AWAY; POLICE ISSUE WARNING NOT TO POKÉMON AND DRIVE; MAN QUITS JOB TO CATCH POKÉMON FOR TWO MONTHS
My mother sees this and shakes her head. My friends squabble about it. Internet comments read: you all need to get a life, aren’t you too old to play children’s games, wish millennials would hunt jobs instead of imaginary animals, I’m so ashamed of this generation
I’m so in awe of this generation and everything it has to carry. I am stunned by the way we persevere, by the way we find comfort and peace in such small packages. MAN QUITS JOB TO CATCH POKÉMON. Man indulges in nostalgia. Man leaves home, travels. Man pursues happiness, finds it in strange places.
Pokémon: Indigo League aired in 1999 on Kids’ WB. Picture: an alarm set, two pairs of tired eyes, TV trays and cereal, volume low because mom’s sleeping off her night shift at the bar, theme song lyrics printed out and sitting on the floor. I was eight. I never recall my father in these memories. He’d either already left or I’ve blocked out his face the same way my mom used family photos to cover up fist-sized holes in the walls.
Pokémon Silver and Gold were released in the US in 2001. Picture: anthrax, terror alerts, news footage looping, smoke and screaming, teachers crying in classrooms, the way fear can permeate an entire country and my small body the same way without ever having to name a reason out loud. I was ten. I was scared all the time, but I was also spending my weekends running around outside with my brother and the neighbor boy, throwing imaginary Poké Balls at squirrels.
It’s not that I didn’t know what was going on. It’s just that sometimes when things are loud or angry or hard, especially when you’re young, the best thing you can do is keep your head down.
2016: terrorism, police brutality, student loan debts, depression, anxiety, Brexit, the US political landscape. Pokémon Go begins rolling out its release around the world and there are days, at twenty-five, that I still need to keep my head down. I know there is immense privilege in being able to put the rest of the world on hold for a while, to step back from the things that hurt us; but I also know this brief respite is important. Whether it’s turning off the news for a few days or reading a book or taking a vacation or augmented reality as self care. It is hard to live full time in a world that always looks like it’s on fire. It sits so heavy on the chest. It is easy to look out at all this trauma and forget to look back at yourself.
What I mean to say is, I might not quit my job to roam the country and catch Pokémon, but when it comes to pursuing my own happiness, no matter the means, “I wanna be the very best…”
Summary: A top student, marks always high. College was not a dream for her…Except she didn’t have enough money. Her parents never earned much so they literally took care of themselves. Her boss acting as a dick towards her she quited her job. Even though she had no idea what she let herself into this was her only option.
The second piece that I ordered from @hetteh-spegetteh arrived a couple of days ago! I am completely enamored with it - it’s so gorgeous :’) These two as princes in her art style is a dream come true! Not to mention the extra drawing of the Ice Tiger of Russia and Suns Out Guns Out Otabek - thank you so much! I’m so happy :D
Could we please have some Dark slowly fading/dying and the other egos reacting to the situation?
(Alright, but you asked for it…)
The Egos visit Dark’s cell from time to time, just to see for themselves that he’s still trapped and that they are still safe from him. Each time they visit, though, he looks worse. Bim runs into the break room one day where several of the Egos are gathered, and he’s wheezing too much to speak.
But somehow they all know.
They weren’t sure if this is what they wanted, if somehow this is what he deserved for all the things he’d done, but when they saw him, even they felt some measure of guilt. Yet they still hated him.
Peevils kneels beside him on the floor inside the mirror. Her gentle hand smooths the hair from his face. His breathing is ragged, chest rising and falling in jerks and shallow draws of breath. His eyes stare at a faraway point beyond the mirror, beyond the cell, beyond the whole world it seems, but they can still hear his cries of pain.
His shell cracks, glitching and tearing at the air, raging. Peevils has to back away so that he won’t claw at her. “Bring him out,” Host whispers to Bim.
“But…” But they all swore that they wouldn’t. No matter what he said. No matter what he did. They swore that Dark would never, ever get out of that mirror.
“He’s dying, Bim,” Dr. Iplier presses. “Just let him out.”
Bim gnaws on the inside of his mouth. It could be a trick. He could be faking it, pretending just for this moment, and then it would be Bim’s fault. But he does it anyway. Peevils pushes him closer to the mirror and hands him through, and when the other Egos work to lay him out carefully, Dark cries out in pain with each movement.
Wilford’s face has become like stone as he watches Dark. The Host’s hands twitch to cover his ears to block out the sound of Dark’s wheezing breaths. Ed walks over and faces the door, unable to look, and Silver even takes off his gloves.
Google is there to scan him, and when he looks up at the Doctor he says simply, “He’s fading.”
Doc nods, and the room falls into silence aside from Dark’s labored breathing. It only seems right, Bim thinks, they’re all together. One last time.
Dark grits his teeth. “Did you miss me?”
Wilford’s head drops, and Dr. Iplier sucks in a breath suddenly. Google makes a face, his eyes flashing blue, and the others take another step back from Dark. Blood drips from the corner of his mouth as he laughs at them. It’s a sickening, wet noise. “I guess… that’s a… no, then.”
“Shut up, Dark,” Wilford mutters. “Just shut up.”
Dark’s black eyes wander up to Wilford and glint like a knife reflecting moonlight. “You’ll never… get rid of me… not really. I’ll always… always…” His breathing stops; his curled hands relax.
They all take a collective, staggering breath as his aura washes over them in one last, burst of anger and hatred. Then it’s over. Bim fiddles with the cuffs of his suit. Silver kicks the wall. Dr. Iplier takes the reflective headband off his head. Wilford lets his dagger slip and cut his finger. The Host pulls at his bandages. Ed takes off his hat. Google glitches silently. Peevils wipes her eyes with the backs of her hands.
And Dark fades into a thin layer of smoke before disappearing entirely.
I can’t believe we are now this far into the story, thank you for much for sticking around! 10/15 to go! Don’t forget I’m running a Sastiel competition with amazing prizes. All you have to do is make an edit/fanart based on my Sastiel fic to be in the draw to win!