[Crossover] father.
Feb 3, 2019 20:10:31 GMT
Post by rickyb on Feb 3, 2019 20:10:31 GMT
The first Pokemon to return to the forests around Future Foundation are the Sunkern.
Even they are unsure at first. The little seed Pokemon crawl from the burrows they’ve hidden in while their homes have been trampled and destroyed. Most of the fields they’re used to living in have been completely massacred, burned to the ground. They know the grass will return soon, but the memories of what they’ve been through will never leave completely.
The Sunkern put Makoto Naegi at ease for a moment. They’re an indicator species; when they come back, others are sure to follow. Some will chastise him for thinking about Pokemon at a time when so many people are dead and dying, but Makoto has always been about hope. It’s what got him and the others through the simulation the first time.
Now it’s going to get them through the Hell that the Earth has become.
Makoto sits cross-legged in what remains of a clearing, unaware that one of the tiny Pokemon is approaching him. Right when the Sunkern reaches the arm he’s using to brace himself with, it nudges him with the leaf on the top of its body. Makoto jumps in surprise, pulls his arm back before he realizes exactly what it is, and then he smiles.
“Oh, hey there little guy. Or girl, I guess.” Makoto strokes the top of the seed Pokemon with his thumb. “You hungry or something? I thought something out here might be, so I brought some pellets just in case...” Makoto pulls the pellets in question from his pocket and offers them to the Sunkern, but it waves from side to side as if shaking its head no. “Is… everything okay?”
He doesn’t know why he’s asking, or what the point is, but the Sunkern chirps in response and bounces over towards an intact clump of bushes. Curious himself now, Makoto follows it, pushing the bushes aside and peering in.
There’s a totally different type of Pokemon, curled up inside of the bush. It’s a Ralts, and it appears to be badly injured. Makoto hesitates for only a second, because burned into the Pokemon’s side as clear as day is a symbol of a bear with one jagged eye and one normal, one half of its face in a normal position and the other twisted into a cruel smile.
It’s Enoshima’s mark, he knows that. The woman who ended the world.
Makoto bites down hard on his lip and looks at the Sunkern. He nods strongly at it, communicating an entirely wordless message as he leans down, takes the Ralts into his arms, and heads off. Regardless of what Enoshima’s done, this Pokemon is innocent, and doesn’t deserve to die alone out here like this.
Besides, Makoto knows someone who can save it.
Even they are unsure at first. The little seed Pokemon crawl from the burrows they’ve hidden in while their homes have been trampled and destroyed. Most of the fields they’re used to living in have been completely massacred, burned to the ground. They know the grass will return soon, but the memories of what they’ve been through will never leave completely.
The Sunkern put Makoto Naegi at ease for a moment. They’re an indicator species; when they come back, others are sure to follow. Some will chastise him for thinking about Pokemon at a time when so many people are dead and dying, but Makoto has always been about hope. It’s what got him and the others through the simulation the first time.
Now it’s going to get them through the Hell that the Earth has become.
Makoto sits cross-legged in what remains of a clearing, unaware that one of the tiny Pokemon is approaching him. Right when the Sunkern reaches the arm he’s using to brace himself with, it nudges him with the leaf on the top of its body. Makoto jumps in surprise, pulls his arm back before he realizes exactly what it is, and then he smiles.
“Oh, hey there little guy. Or girl, I guess.” Makoto strokes the top of the seed Pokemon with his thumb. “You hungry or something? I thought something out here might be, so I brought some pellets just in case...” Makoto pulls the pellets in question from his pocket and offers them to the Sunkern, but it waves from side to side as if shaking its head no. “Is… everything okay?”
He doesn’t know why he’s asking, or what the point is, but the Sunkern chirps in response and bounces over towards an intact clump of bushes. Curious himself now, Makoto follows it, pushing the bushes aside and peering in.
There’s a totally different type of Pokemon, curled up inside of the bush. It’s a Ralts, and it appears to be badly injured. Makoto hesitates for only a second, because burned into the Pokemon’s side as clear as day is a symbol of a bear with one jagged eye and one normal, one half of its face in a normal position and the other twisted into a cruel smile.
It’s Enoshima’s mark, he knows that. The woman who ended the world.
Makoto bites down hard on his lip and looks at the Sunkern. He nods strongly at it, communicating an entirely wordless message as he leans down, takes the Ralts into his arms, and heads off. Regardless of what Enoshima’s done, this Pokemon is innocent, and doesn’t deserve to die alone out here like this.
Besides, Makoto knows someone who can save it.
