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The Pokemon Meme

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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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You want to go look, right?

[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.]

[Dipper looks down sadly at the pokeball in front of him, afraid to touch it lest it completely fall apart. At this point, he's really not sure what to do. He can't remember much about what happened, other than the fact that his Abra was the only Pokemon to actually make it into battle. He floats down until he's pretty much sitting on the forest floor. The full reality of the situation is really beginning to hit him now that he's actually seeing the scene and it's remnants for himself, proving that this isn't all a horrific dream. Some part of him hopes it still might be.

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.]

[Dib glances over, a pained expression not so much crossing his face as settling down there and making itself at home. He takes in a breath, but has to pause to shove his glasses up and rub at his stinging eyes again. Him too, Dipper, him too. Dib still feels stunned, and he's not sure whether it's better to try not to let Dipper see how upset he is or what, but he can't help the quiet mutter that escapes him.]

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...

[Dipper shifts slightly when one of the pokeballs rolls slightly closer to him, the rest sitting in a small pile with the broken premier ball at the front of them all. For a moment he simply looks at them, Mothman's words going in one ear and out the other. He's worried about them....the rest of his team doesn't even know. Heck, his Abra- the Pokemon inside the premier ball- doesn't even know what happened to him after his trainer was knocked out. Well...it's not fair to keep them waiting any longer.

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....

[Dib hadn't noticed that the premier ball was damaged, and looks alarmed when it doesn't respond at first. But then it finally releases its pokemon, and he breathes a sigh of relief. They definitely did not need to lose one of Dipper's closest partners on top of all this.

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.]

[None of the other pokemon respond, but their silence seems to speak volumes. They don't fully understand what's happened here, but the fact that Gravity is referring to that Phantump as Dipper is a terrible sign.

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.]

[Figuring he should let Dipper be with his team for a bit, Dib picks up the premier ball, examining it carefully. Ugh, yeah, they probably shouldn't recall Gravity into this until they can get it repaired or replaced.

...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.]

[By the time Dib addresses him Dipper has pulled away from Gravity, simply hovering a few inches above the ground among them. He glances up at Dib questioningly, showing him that he's got his full attention. He notices that Dib's laptop is open and in use, but otherwise he doesn't make any move to question it.

It's not like he'd understand if he did, anyway.]

I... I think we should call your uncle.

[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...]

[Dipper nods a little as he approaches the computer, briefly startled by his own reflection in the laptop's screen. Figures that, even for a second, he'd be the one to forget that this wasn't all just a horrible nightmare.

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.]

[Dib turns the screen back towards him once Dipper finishes, frowning at the words.]

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.]

[Dipper makes a face and darts back over to the laptop, typing something before pointing at the screen so Dib will look.]

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.]

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