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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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[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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