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The Pokemon Meme
The
Meme
You are now on a quest to be the very best trainer in all the land! In your own, special way. I mean, everyone has their own thing they seek in the Pokemon world, right? Some want to gather badges. Other people participate in contests! Still others decide to devote their life to research and becoming a Pokemon Professor.
1. You're in a Pokemon battle! Is it a friendly battle? Is it a heated match between destined rivals? Or are you just mugging some preschoolers for their lunch money?
2. Either 1 went pretty well and you're just chillaxing, or 1 went pretty poorly and you're recuperating and healing up, or maybe you have no idea what I'm talking about when I say 1 because you didn't just fight a Pokemon battle. Regardless of the reasons, you are now at a Pokemon Center.
3. You are traveling on some route or another and enjoying the scenic vistas and the epic scenery of wherever you are. Or maybe you're getting ready to camp out for a while? Well. You're just stopping and smelling the metaphorical roses.
4. You are lost. So this is kind of like 3 except it's less enjoying the ride and more going oh crap what is this this is a cave I wasn't supposed to go into a cave was I? I can't use surf how am I supposed to get through this lake crap.
5. You're participating in a contest! You're getting ready to, you're appealing, you're sabotaging your competition, whatever it takes to get that ribbon.
6. You are somehow involved with a Pokemon Daycare. Maybe your Pokemon is expecting? Maybe you've got this...this egg you gotta haul about until it hatches. Or maybe you don't have enough cash to get your beloved Rattata back so now you're mugging preschoolers for their lunch money. It's a very dark and dire business you're involved with.
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Yes. Yes, it's really me, but I don't have time to explain. I....
[He glances back into the forest before shaking his head a little, backing away from Moth.]
I just need you guys to get Dib to follow me. Please.
[This is more of a situation in which it would be easier to just show them than try to explain.]
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[Agent bobs, chiming in on the conversation.]
I have thoroughly studied Dib's pokedex myself. If the sparse information on Phantump is true, this is no mere transmogrification...
I... I think we all know that, Age, [Mothman replies.] Even Gremlin isn't that dumb. [This earns a short hiss from the Sableye.
Moth is right, well, except maybe for Dib. He's getting more worried and anxious by the second - after all, he wouldn't put it past Gremlin to ignore orders just because he found something interesting, but it's extremely unusual for the other two to have cut their search short. Between the heavy atmosphere and their interest in this new pokemon, something is DEFINITELY not right.]
Dipper doesn't even HAVE a Phantump... what's so important about this one, guys? What's it trying to show us? I mean, if it has anything to do with Di-
[That's about when Dib's encyclopedic memory decides to regurgitate the highlights of Phantump's pokedex entry at him. It was one of the pokemon he'd taken a particular interest in due to the strange stories surrounding it, of course, so he'd dug up quite a lot of information on the species - it just hadn't been at the forefront of his mind, wrapped up as he was in finding Dipper. His eyes go wide, and the last syllable comes out as a choked squeak.]
-pper?
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Well....he sure did hit the nail on the head, but since Dib can't understand him there's no way he's going to be able to confirm it without...some sort of proof, anyway.
Regardless, he lowers his head a little before nodding slightly.]
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They'd talked about it, of course. It was one of the things they wanted to study, especially since so many Phantump and Trevenant inhabited this forest. They'd discussed the possible connection between human and pokemon for hours, questioned if memories remained, what exact circumstances caused it... not once had they thought it might happen to one of them. They were about to get some answers, and for once, that was the last thing Dib wanted.
He sees it now. Every mannerism, every gesture or fidget just screams Dipper, and the literal constellation of scratches at the top of the stump stands out like it's mocking him for not noticing it before. Dib actually reaches for it before he can stop himself, fingers brushing against the marks, and the confirmation that they're real sends his stomach on another roller coaster ride. He's glad he didn't eat much today. He jerks his hand back, dropping his gaze to the ground.]
I... sorry.
[That was lame. Cassandra takes a step forward, but then Dib is shaking himself, straightening and setting his jaw and looking back at Dipper with... well, he's not sure what, really. He's shocked and horrified, and angry in all sorts of ways, and kind of intrigued which just makes him feel terrible. But dammit, there's no one else but him and his team here to DO something, so he sure as hell is going to do it.]
This... this just happened, didn't it? [A gulp.] Where... show me.
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As cruelly ironic as it is, next to Yamask, Phantump and their evolved form Trevenant were what Dipper was the most eager to study more thoroughly. Given the fact that Stan even has a Trevenant as one of his companions, that only furthered Dipper's innate curiosity, not to mention the fact that the forest did seem to be rather filled with them.
As soon as Dib speaks again Dipper is shaken from his thoughts, reminding him of what he was about to do in the first place. Quickly he darts into the forest, trusting that he'll be followed as he makes his way through the trees.
Now that he's in the darkness, it's almost as if he can see better than he could with the light of the moon illuminating the clearing they'd been in before. He can see every Pokemon watching him as he goes, the few little Phantump that lift their heads from where they'd been sleeping sending additional shocks of surprise through him. Now that he found himself in this situation, the fact that so many Phantump existed was quite horrifying to say the least.
When he first came to, Dipper immediately fled the area once he realized what had happened. Now he just hopes that he'll be able to find-
...He stops short, knocking his head against a low hanging branch in his surprise when he nearly stumbles upon the full brunt of something he knows he doesn't want to be forced to witness. Luckily enough- if it can even be considered so- the aftermath seemed to be spread far enough so that he without a doubt knows where he is without having to go any farther.
Just up ahead in a small clearing flanked by bushes that surround an even larger one sits the same old hat he could always be seen wearing. The face of it has been gashed to the point where the tree patch sewn on the front has nearly been torn off, but the most telling evidence of what happened to it's original wearer is spattered all across the front and inside.
Blood.]
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She picks the hat up gently in her mouth, bringing it back to place it solemnly into Dib's shaking hands. He has to try not to grip it hard enough to crush it, and just... stares for a long moment before speaking.]
At... at least this, we can fix.
[There's something hot burning in the corner of his eyes, and he lifts a hand to wipe at them furiously. Dipper's right here, he has to remind himself. At least he's still here, in a way...]
Okay. Is... is it over there...?
[He points towards the large bush in the clearing, but Cassandra steps out in front of him again, looking over each of the others in turn.]
I will go look if you wish. I am no stranger to tragedies.
[Her voice is quiet, calm, but full of understanding and sympathy. Admittedly, this one stung more than all the more numerous, terrible, and disastrous deaths she'd borne witness to, being someone so close to her partner. But she was still willing to investigate - after all, she didn't wish either Dib or Dipper to see something so gruesome as she suspected was ahead, and likely they didn't either.]
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What Cassandra will find is what you'd expect, but the actual cause of this disaster seems to be a mystery. There are no tracks to be found other than deep gouges in the dirt here and there that show the signs of a struggle. Not far away lies a pokeball- a premier ball to be exact- with a single crack running down it's center, though it's not enough to make it unusable. The rest of Dipper's Pokemon still rest with him mostly untouched on his belt. One thing is clear. The Pokedex entry for Phantump doesn't exist to be a mere assumption of how these Pokemon come to be.
It's a fact.]
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[Dib can't say that he really... wants to see. He takes in a deep breath, nodding as well.]
Go ahead. Thanks, Cass.
[And he's just gonna... plop down on the grass because man, standing right now is kinda hard. Gremlin immediately clambers into Dib's lap, sprawling across it and watching the scene like the world's freakiest cat.
Cassandra walks over to the bushes, circling the scene once before moving to collect the pokeballs. She tugs each gently from the belt in turn, rolling them back towards the group with her nose. Agent levitates them as she brings them within range, collecting them near Dipper.
Cass brings the premier ball last, carrying it with utmost care and setting it down gingerly in front of the Phantump.
There's some blood standing out on her stark-white fur now, and she sits down to wash.]
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A quiet moan leaves him as he reaches up to cover his eyes with his hands, the leaves on his head trembling slightly. Please just let it all be a nightmare.
Pleease.]
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What're we gonna do now...
[Gremlin looks up at his trainer, looks back at Dipper, then reaches out a claw and bats one of the pokeballs closer to the Phantump. Mothman lights on the grass next to Dipper, draping a sympathetic wing over him.]
When you're ready. I'm sure they're worried about you, too...
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Finally, he lowers his hands from his face and floats over to the pokeballs, pressing the buttons on each one one at a time to release his Pokemon. They all appear in a familiar burst of light, standing (or floating) in a half circle around the little Phantump. Deerling, Mareep, Skiddo, Lampent, Archen...
He presses the premier ball's button, but nothing happens. Again. Nothing. Dipper nearly panics until one last press finally does the trick, releasing his Abra from it's pokeball.
During the time Dipper was fiddling with his Abra's pokeball, the rest were looking around in confusion, immediately turning to Dib and his pokemon. Of course they don't immediately notice the Phantump as being strange, even though the Abra- Gravity- is blinking his eyes slowly as he stares at the ghost Pokemon. He hovers a bit closer as Dipper watches him sadly, finally speaking before the rest of his team can grow too alarmed.]
G-guys.....it's me. ...Dipper.
[They all turn to Dipper immediately, some of them jumping a little at the sudden sound of his voice. Gravity is the first to realize exactly what's happened here, and while it slowly sinks in for the rest he moves even closer, touching the side of Dipper's face with his claws.]
......D.....Dipper....
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Cassandra pauses in her washing to glance back towards the bush, then to Dipper's team, giving them a nod of affirmation and greeting.]
It seems you're all well.
[As usual, the words she doesn't speak hang more heavily in the air than the ones she does.]
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After feeling his wooden head for a while with his hands, Gravity lets out a low whine, almost falling forwards as he wraps his arms carefully around the little ghost, pulling him in a close embrace.
It's that gesture that prompts the rest to slowly shuffle forwards and form a bit of a half circle around Dipper, not saying anything to him in favor of just staying as close to him as they possibly can. Dipper and Dib have talked about Phantump and the lore behind them enough in their presence for them to be able to piece together what happened.
And Dipper?
All he knows to do is hang onto Gravity, resting his head on the Abra's shoulder. He's just thankful that his team made it out ok.]
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...His mind is whirring. He sets the ball down on the grass beside him (then has to stop Gremlin from trying to swat it around like a toy) and takes out his laptop, pulling up their collected data on the Phantump line along with several websites on the subject. It's hard to focus enough to read or process the information, though, and he finds himself just staring blankly at the screen.
Dib sighs. Really, what he should be thinking about is what to do now. After a moment, he looks back over to Dipper, clearing his throat.]
Uh... Dipper?
[It's so strange and terrible to be saying that to the little ghost pokemon.]
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It's not like he'd understand if he did, anyway.]
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[He takes a deep breath, eyes darting back to the screen. With a keystroke, he pulls up a simple word processor, then turns the computer towards Dipper.]
Here, type in the shack's phone number; I don't have it on my C-gear. You can use this if you, y'know, wanna say anything to me too.
[The fact that he just couldn't understand his best friend anymore was pretty damn painful, admittedly. They'd have to find a better method than this, somehow...]
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With slow taps on the keys he types the number for Dib, along with a short message for him.]
I'm sorry.
[Granted, there's nothing for him to even apologize for...but it's all he can think to say.]
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Are you kidding? I'm the one who's sorry; I couldn't even be there to help! I... I mean...
[He's interrupted by Cass coming over to give him a nuzzle. She knows he feels bad about not acting on her anxiousness earlier, but it's really neither of their faults. It's not like she can tell exactly what's going to happen, and most of the time her senses only warn of a bad thunderstorm later on or some such. Dib deflates, petting her absently. He tries to put his hand on Dipper's shoulder, but it passes right through his ghostly body, so he just ends up awkwardly pulling it back.]
Look, we'll figure something out. Together. Anyway, I'm gonna... make that call now.
[Dib gulps. This is going to be the hardest thing he's ever done. He goes over it a few times in his head, then punches in the number and hits dial before he can think about it too hard.]
H... hello, Professor Pines? Yeah, it's Dib. Um... yeah, we were. I know, I know, it IS important, I... huh? Y... yeah, I'm ok. [He knows he doesn't sound it. At all. Stan asks something else, and Dib gives a long, awkward pause. He has no idea how to answer that.] I... sort of? Look, okay, there's... really, really bad news, and slightly less bad news. Dipper... [But he's choking more now. He's not sure he can actually say it. The man must be picking up on it too, because the voice from the other end gets louder.]
...he was... attackedorsomething. Can... can you just come pick us up? Nnnnnnnn... look, just come, I'll send Agent out to lead you to us, we're in the forest somewhere. You... need to see this, I think.
[Luckily Stan is a man of action and already out the door as they're talking. Dib waves Agent out to find him as he's exchanging a few more "yeah" and "uh-huh" mutters, then ends the call and lets himself fall backwards onto the grass.]
Ugh, that was stupid.
[But he's coming.]
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Doesn't matter. We need help. Going to have to show Stan where I am.
[He glances off to the side while Dib reads his message, looking listlessly back into the forest. He hopes he knows what he's talking about without requiring a more thorough elaboration....but they're all going to have to leave this forest tonight.
..Dead or alive.]