Storytime

Sometimes I feel too shy to post stories on my main blog. So I'll post them here. :3

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What a Freak

Kuroko Tetsuya.

Old Model of the Phantom Sixth Man.

Heh. Yeah, I guess I said that too, right?

Ironic that he became my boyfriend.

I mean, hell. If you told me that I'd be sleeping with the guy that I was throwing all kinds of shade at on the court just a few weeks prior I probably would have laughed in your face. How improbable is that? It's like how love at first sight works in shoujo manga. It's a concept drowned in sugar so the reader ignores how grossly unrealisitc the whole thing is.

He caught me, after the Winter Cup match between Rakuzan and Seirin.

Asked if we could meet somewhere later and talk.

I didn't see why he'd have anything to say to me. I was an asshole to him. And I wasn't going to take any of it back either. He was a crafty little bastard, but alone, he still wasn't better at basketball than I was. I wasn't gonna apologize for anything.

We ended up doing that though. Meeting. Talking. He didn't really want to discuss basketball. It started with the fact that we both lacked much presence around others. That wasn't something that I got to talk to people with very often, seeing as I was mostly ignored by other people anyway. And the topics branched from there. 

Off-court, Kuroko wasn't such a bad guy.

We started meeting up more often. Talking longer. Going places. Soon it we were practically going on dates, and by the time I decided to say something about it, I realized that I was more than okay with it. I liked this guy. A lot.

And there we were.

I'd learned a lot about Kuroko. But I didn't know that he had any particular kinks. He didn't mention anything about that at all.

It isn't like some odd kink would really be a problem. Could be hot, right?

That's the mindset I had, till the little creep pulled a knife on me in the bedroom.

"Are you afraid of pain, Mayuzumi-san?"

I eyed that knife suspiciously. "You mean like masochism? I'm not really much of a masochist, no." 

"Not exactly," He replied. "Please, trust me for a moment."

'Trust him' meant that he wanted to touch me with that knife. I didn't feel too confident about that. You're supposed to trust your partner in a relationship, but hell, this relationship hadn't been going on all that long. If Kuroko was actually some serial killer and I let him have his way with that knife, I could be dead here and now.

"What are you going to do?"

He smiled, raised the knife, and gently grazed the lower right side of my neck with it. I hardly even felt it, but I could tell that blood was budding up from benethe the surface of the small cut.

That wasn't so bad. But what kind of shit was this?

With his other hand he reached up and rubbed the wound, coating his fingers in the blood. Then he smeared it across my chest.

"Doesn't that feel warm?"

"It's... uh, a little."

"We can make it warmer." His voice was almost a whisper as he started moving that knife around again. Since he didn't take his first chance to slice my neck open, I kinda doubted that was what he was going for now. So I just watched as he made more small cuts around the sides of my neck, then gradually down to my chest.

He smeared the blood all around my body.

"Do they hurt?" He asked randomly.

"What?"

Kuroko responded by pressing his palm into one of the cuts. I winced.

"A little, I guess." No use lying about it when he could see that reaction. But it wasn't like it really - ah?

He was kissing them now. Light, fluttering kisses all over the blood-seeping wounds. His hot lips pressing against the torn skin burned, but only for a moment before providing a nice feeling of relief by blocking the open air. The touches were so fleeting and the sensations came so quick that they were actually more pleasurable than anything.

"Doesn't that feel nice?" He mumbled around one of the cuts on my neck.

It's weird. That's what I had wanted to say, but all it came out as was a confirming "Mngh." as he continued.

I could feel that sly smile of his against my skin. It kind of pissed me off.

"So, this is some kink that you get off on?"

"Bloodplay," He whispered before coming up to press his bloody lips against mine. I could taste some of my own blood as his tounge pushed into my mouth and interlocked with my own. Blood, generally, is disgusting. But this wasn't so bad. Yeah, this was nice.

What a weird turn-on. Who knew that a guy like Kuroko was into something like that?

If there was ever a time to think about the 'Don't judge a book by it's cover' saying, there it is. That didn't mean that I was beyond teasing him about it. And that's exactly what I did when we broke apart of air.

Through a panting whisper, I asked, "How does an innocent looking guy like you get into something like this?"

He leaned into my neck. "By becoming a vampire."

Hey, I'm supposed to be the sarcastic one h-

I hissed in pain as my skin was penetrated by something sharp, and I could see damn well that it wasn't the knife. Kuroko had suddenly bitten me. Bitten damn well through the skin. I could feel a strong pulsation coming from where he was biting and blood ebbing out of the area much faster than it had from those little cuts.

Shit, he was crazed after all. He wasn't playing around. He made that vampire crack and actually made a move to drink my blood. A successful move. A move that I had to stop, because now I was in serious danger.

There was no way that I wasn't physically stronger than this guy, so I lifted a foot to his chest and kicked with all I had in me.

He didn't even budge. Didn't make any sound or motion of aknowledgement that he'd been kicked at all. My action just served to make the pain he was causing worse.

"Dammit Kuroko!" I struggled with all I had to get him off of me, but the guy held like a brick and did not budge. The only motions he made were with his mouth and tounge, in order to draw my blood out faster.

Holy shit.

I was starting to get dizzy. It had only been a couple of minutes, right?

But if he had bitten through an atrtery or something, then...

Shit.

The loss of consiousness started as the throbbing pain in my neck became sickening. I wanted to puke so badly and a haze clouded my vision, making Kuroko look like a blurry bloody blue blotch. The haze turned into dark spots that flashed in and out of existence until they took away my sight completely and I began to slip away.

I fought to stay consious. I fought hard, but I was sinking too fast. I wasn't going to be able to avoid the force that was pulling me under and I knew it. But I also knew that if I completely gave into that, I would never wake up again. I was going to die in my own bedroom at the hands of this psycho. This person that I thought I could trust.

Heh, shows me, huh?

The last efforts I made to keep awake, to shake him off, something, were completely futile.

My limbs completely gave out, and I felt his grip tighten around my body, keeping me from collapsing to the ground. I could still hear things for a while after that.

After who knows how long, I could swear I heard him whisper, "Thank you for the meal."

And then I was out. I think he might've hit me for good measure or something, because I know I felt some kind of pressure against my head. But at that point, I was so out of it that I could've imagined it. Who knows.

Speaking of knowing things, I'm sure you know that a dead person isn't very likely to be telling you a story.

And I'm sure you have an idea of where this whole thing went.

So. That's the story of how Kuroko Tetsuya got me into bloodplay.

What a freak.

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In a world where, after Sock Opera, Bill was able to take Dipper's body again, claiming that their deal was not void - he acts as Dipper Pines now, better able to emulate the boy. The journal is still on Bill's priority list, but without his body, Dipper can't really meddle, now can he? No one else is aware of the swap. This is the world in which our story takes place. 

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"P-Pine Tree..." Bill stammered as he stumbled up the steps in Dipper's body, walking even more haphazardly than when he had first taken it over. Only this time he was sincerely struggling.

While Mabel slept, Dipper usually found himself sitting on the table near the window to watch her. He liked to think that he was doing this in case Bill tried anything against her while she slept, but really, he wouldn't be able to do much to stop the demon. He was just a ghost without a way to interact with the world. Still. He would do...something if it came to that. It was from this table that he'd watched his body recklessly entering the room.

"Bill!" Dipper exclaimed, more concerned for the body than the dream demon. "What happened?!" 

Dipper's body toppled over, eyes half closing as those noodle limbs failed Bill. The boy's spirit was right next to his possessed shell now, trying to spot the more than likely self-inflicted injury that had caused this. 

Bill's breathing was heavy. He slowly brought a hand up and pulled his vest away from the space on his neck that it was covering. It stuck a bit, visibly blood coated as it was pulled away from the wound. Something had bitten Bill. Large puncture marks that were ripped open more at the edges. 

Dipper gasped. "Bill! What did you do?!!" 

A light smile flickered on his face, but only for a moment. It was clear that the usually nonchalant demon was having trouble here. Enough so that he did not really take pleasure in his vessel's suffering, which was worrying. This must be pretty bad to effect Bill that much. His voice came out barely above a whisper. "Went to get mauled in the woods. Hahaaa" 

Yes. That explained everything. But that idea did horrify Dipper, and make him wish he'd followed the demon out. Geez. He'd thought Bill wanted his body for a reason. He didn't think the demon would do something that stupid with it. Then again... he did tumble down the stairs without any second thoughts before. Urgh. 

"Okay." Dipper breathed, frustration coming through clearly in his voice, mixed with a bit of that panic he was feeling. "So what mauled you?" 

"I..." Dipper's body started to convulse before Bill could spout an answer, causing it's owner's alarm to grow. Oh man, oh man, oh man. What was he supposed to do about this?! He couldn't get any help. Mabel was right there. Stan was around. Even Wendy and Soos could be on call if needed. But as a ghost, Dipper couldn't get the attention of any of them! 

Bill started sputtering, trying to speak through the violent reaction his body was having to, well, probably to whatever that bite was. Seconds later that sputtering turned into an almost horrified screeching noise as Dipper's body lit up brightly, small pyramid-brick patterns glowing on his arms and then fading as the body also continued to thrash about. 

This went on for a few minutes before Dipper's body calmed down, seeming to return to normal. Even the breathing wasn't as hard anymore. ...Looking closer though, maybe it was too light? Just what the heck happened? And, wow. Mabel didn't seem to hear any of that. Huh. Weird, but not the issue right now! 

"Bill?" Dipper questioned uncertainly. The event hadn't expelled the demon from his body, and his eyes were closed as though he was unconscious. While the body might be, Dipper didn't think that Bill himself was. But he wasn't getting any sort or response. 

There wasn't much else that Dipper could do now besides watch over his body as the hours ticked by. It was almost five in the morning when his body stirred. Bill rubbed the eyes and glanced around, as if momentarily confused. Then something registered on his face. Surprise? Outright shock? Dipper hadn't really seen Bill look shaken before, but there it was. And that only served to worry him even more. 

"Bill, are you alright?" Still, more concerned with the body than it's hijacking demon. 

Dipper's voice seemed to remind Bill of his surroundings, and he quickly changed his tune, hopping up as if nothing was the matter. "Of course! Your body's not as resilient as I'd like, kid, but it sure can take a hit!" 

"What exactly did it take a hit from?!" If Bill was coherent enough to speak now, Dipper wanted that answer. What had happened was beyond bizarre, and he doubted that it wasn't going to have ill effects. 

Bill shrugged. "Who cares. It's not dead, so don't worry about it." He threw the bloodied vest off and climbed into bed. "Needs more rest though, so goodnight, Pine Tree." His eyes closed and he fell silent. 

When Bill slept, he was only putting the body to sleep. He didn't need rest. He could still speak to Dipper without puppeting the body or exiting it. He could leave the eyes open if he wanted to watch Dipper. He could even still project horrific nightmareish images at the ghost just to mess with him. Bill wasn't content with just letting the body rest. Bill liked to talk. He liked to torment. This was the first time he 'slept' in complete silence.

* * * 

Bill didn't wake up later into the morning. Mabel noticed his wound almost immediately and got Stan, who helped her with nursing it. Mabel watched over him all day, making sure he didn't have fever, or wasn't too cold. Stan said that he didn't trust hospitals, but if Dipper didn't wake up by the next day,they would take him in. He probably just overdid it. Got himself roughed up by something out there. He'd be fine. Probably. 

Dipper couldn't just sit with his concern and hope his body woke up. He needed to know what it was that had attacked it. Something out in the woods, right? If he could find something that might make a wound like that, he could check his journal for information on how to take care of it. For some reason, the journal was one of the few things he was still able to interact with as a ghost, which came in pretty handy. Not that he knew how he was going to convey any information garnered from it, but he'd figure something out. 

As night fell, Dipper made his way out to the forest. 

* * * 

After hours of searching, Dipper had come up empty. He couldn't find the creature that had mauled his body. With the sun rising in a couple of hours, he decided to head back to the Mystery Shack and see how his body was faring. 

Just as he phased through the wall to their attic room, he was immediately tackled by something that physically pushed him back out of the Shack, tumbling outside along with him. It held onto his shoulders, a frightened look in it's eyes. 

"Dipper, what's going on?" 

Dipper blinked, still and staring at his sister's spirit for a few moments before it clicked that something very, very bad had happened. He moved her to the side without answering and rushed back into the Shack. 

The first thing he noticed was the blood. The floor, her bed, and his own body were a bloody mess. Bill was laughing, a crazy grin spread across his face, eyes now an eerie red rather than their demonic pale yellow. Next to him Mabel's body stood, looking unnaturally pale, her own eyes a dull grey color. Her nightwear was stained with blood that dripped from what looked like a tear on her neck. 

"Hey, Pine Tree!" Bill called up to him. "Check this out!" He opened his mouth wider to show off some bright and shiny fangs, which he poked at with his index finger. "Did you know that blood tastes a whole lot better when you're made for drinking the stuff? Who knew! Ahahahaaaa." 

Vampires. Why... didn't Dipper think vampires?! The wound had been on his neck for crying out loud! It was so obvious! 

"What did you do to Mabel?!" He demanded, anger and some hint of desperation present in his voice. 

Bill laughed again, petting Mabel's head. "Accidentally turned her into a mindless minion." He shrugged. "Happens, I guess. Watch this! Sh- Mabel! Do a little dance!" 

The body complied, moving about as if dancing, though unnaturally stiff in it's actions. 

"Pretty neat, huh?" 

"Change her back!" Forcefulness in that tone. Forcefulness that the demon was just going to ignore. 

"Why should I?" 

"Because... because I..." Dipper sighed. "I'll do whatever you want, okay? I'll give you the journal! You can keep my body! I'll even make some sort of a deal with you so that I can never bother you again or something like that!" 

There was that look again. That lost look that Dipper had thought to be surprise before. It was only there for a second or two, before the demon's more jovial attitude returned. "Hmm, no can do, kid! Sun's almost up and there's more hunting to be done! See ya!" He sprinted off towards the stairs, purposely tripping before he was even halfway down. 

It was then that Dipper noticed Mabel clinging onto his right shoulder, leaning her head against his. He had the feeling she'd been there a little while, probably following right after him when he reentered the building. He was just too focused on Bill to realize it. 

"Come on, Mabel. We're going to find a way to fix this." He grabbed his sister's hand, and the two headed for where he had his journal hidden.  

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Will our heroes find the answers they seek in the journal? Can Bill-Dipper, Bipper, be stopped?! Just how high can we jack up the prices in the Mystery Shack?! Is Manly Dan not so manly after all? Where is the quarter that Lazy Susan lost last week?! 

Find out on the next episode of: Vampire Bipper and the Wayward Ghosts. 

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But there was one thing...

that the voices hadn't counted on. Something that they had known about before, yes, but had thrown to the very back of their minds. It was just some nonsense they couldn't even make use of, after all.

Though some would hardly call a time machine nonsense.

Time Capsule, it was called. A device created to let trainers trade Pokemon across time. A unique idea. An idea that many supported. At one time, this invention was in all of the Johto Pokemon Centers. People loved it and claimed that it was something truly revolutionary. ...Until it proved hazardous to Pokemon.

Accidents happen. But when Pokemon start getting hurt no one buys that story.

After all that time he still had one left. No one else knew this, of course. And he couldn't get much use out of it now. Though... it wouldn't be too hard to use it for another purpose. Perhaps to send a few letters back in time. To give oneself a bit of an unfair edge. To change history.

It's not as entertaining to know you have an assured win. But if it should come down to that sort of thing, it's nice to know that you have a Trump Card, isn't it?

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If Bill is played as a villain I think we should keep in mind that he has dabbled in time travel before, so that could very well be a resource to him.

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Aoooo knew that she couldn't keep Kenya, much as the voices wanted her to. Kenya was her friend, but Kenya wasn't hers. Kenya had to go home. Her team was stronger now. They had gotten a lot farther now. It was time. Time for Kenya to go home. 

Will miss Kenya. Will miss Kenya a lot. But it is right. 

Goodbye, Kenya. Safe trip home. Safe trip home.

Tell yourself this, and it's okay. It's okay. It's okay. Kenya is okay.

'Release' was the button she had pressed. Release means let go. It's supposed to mean let go. Aoooo hadn't done this before. But by now she knew. She knew what she had actually done. 

She was guided into someone's house, and suddenly the voices were gone for a moment. A good, long, moment. And in that moment, Aoooo broke down, clutched her Ekans close to her, and cried.

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Spark of Chaos

"CELIO!" Bill's voice called from the other room. "CELIO GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW IT'S IMPORTANT!"

He sighed and closed his laptop, getting up from Bill's kitchen table to walk into the living room. "Yes?"

Bill couldn't be more elated at the moment. Papers were strewn around on the floor in front of him. He sat on a table in the middle of the room with a pen in his hand and was scribbling things down into a notebook like mad while turning every couple of seconds to type something on his own laptop next to him. It was a moment before he responded to Celio. And when he did, he said something that Celio hadn't been expecting at all.

" I just watched a shitty teen vampire movie."

Celio blinked. He'd been expecting to be called in to help with whatever it was Bill had been working on the majority of the day. That was the reason why Bill had invited Celio over in the first place. When Celio had arrived though, Bill told him that he needed to be alone. So Celio left him alone and began working on his own things.

He was unsure how Bill might want him to respond, so he went the no-nonsense route. "Is there something important that you needed me for, Bill?"

Ever since he'd made his statement, Bill had been staring at Celio with an eerie cat-like grin that made him slightly uneasy. He could say that he feared for his friend's sanity, but then he would be lying. Celio knew that Bill was off his nut, especially after that Randomized Kanto incident. Yet he couldn't just cut Bill off as a friend. Bill was...Bill. Well...more or less, he supposed. 

Bill shot up and grabbed Celio by the arm. "Yes. I want you to help me with something on the new Randomizer!" He started walking, dragging Celio towards the basement.

"New Randomizer?" Celio questioned. He fought the urge to pull away from Bill at the mention of it. He didn't really want to get involved with that sort of thing. Bill did plenty of on the level things, but the idea of helping him with something that wasn't made Celio very uncomfortable.

"Right!" Bill answered as he pulled the other man along. "Using Johto might trip them up enough to make them leave their host mid-adventure. They've never left a host mid-adventure before. That will be my chance to capture and study them! The idea that's just come to me might be the thing to seal the deal!"

Celio didn't ask what that was. It would be hard to hold a conversation with Bill about this while hoping he would be defeated by these Voices he went on about so much. The basement was unnecessarily dark, with only a few dim hanging lights with green bulbs providing minimal illumination. Bill's explanation for that was that he worked better like this. O-kay then.

Bill's mighty Randomizer machine was in the very back of the room, and it was massive. It looked almost like his early teleporter system, with one door in the center. Bill walked through the door and motioned for Celio to follow. What an...unconventional design? The inside was dimly lit, and Celio could see wires everywhere. On the floor, stretched out in front of him, hanging above his head. What was the point of walking around in here?

Bill was silent as he led Celio through the maze, and Celio was cautious as could be, not wanting to step on one of the wires or pull one out from whereever it was plugged in. Who knows how Bill would react to that.

Eventually the wiring came to and end and what they came out into was like a small room. There was a desk, a mini refrigerator, a bookshelf, and several Eevee. They were all standing straight as could be, staring at Bill and Celio with wide eyes. Celio almost thought they were Pokedolls for a moment, but then he caught one moving it's tail. They began walking very slowly towards Celio. Noticing this, Bill put a hand up and they stopped their advancement, freezing in place.

Celio wanted to form a verbal reaction to that but the words weren't coming. So he just followed Bill more closely as they headed for the desk. On it was a laptop that was hooked into the wall. Bill took a seat in front of the computer. Celio stood behind him, keeping a sharp eye on those Eevee.

"Bill?"

" You've dabbled in this sort of thing before." Bill said as he started up some programs, with the aim of transferring some of what he'd scribbled in his notebook to what he'd been working on here. " I'm going to need you to help me break some physical laws."

"Wasn't that what your first Randomizer did? You were able to do that all on your own."

"Yes." Bill answered. "But that was just...Pokemon. They're more malleable."

His choice of words made Celio cringe. He was talking like Pokemon were data again. Data that he could just manipulate at will. At one point, Celio was sure that Bill had cared a lot about Pokemon. What had happened to make him like this? To begin treating them more like things? And now he had it in his mind that he could do the same to people? Getting involved would be a bad idea. A very, very bad idea.

"I-I can't do this Bill."

Bill turned. "What?"

Celio shook his head. "I'm out, Bill. I didn't turn you in the first time because you're my friend, and as long as no one gets hurt I won't now but I just. I can't be a part of it."

There was a moment's silence.

And then Bill practically flew out of his chair and tackled Celio to the ground. It happened so fast that all Celio knew for a moment was the pain that seared the back of his head as it collided with the cold metal floor of the machine.

Dizzy. Moist? Was the back of his head bloody?

He struggled to get Bill off of him, but his friend proved to be much stronger than he had realized. The Eevee formed a circle around the two.

"Celio. You are not the only one who can help me with this. I can call Bebe over here if need be. She's studied similar phenomena."

That was a threat. A kind of 'help me or else' sort of thing.

Dear Arceus, Celio felt dizzy.

Just say yes, Celio. Just say yes. That's all he wanted in his daze, but it wasn't right. It wasn't right. He felt his head shaking from side to side.

Suddenly the Eevee were right next to Celio's head, their fur covering over his face.

And then there was darkness.

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Celio came to on Bill's sofa, oddly, not feeling like he had just slammed the back of his head into a moving vehicle. His glasses were next to him, a very undesirable place for them to be, but at least they were around.

" Welcome back!" Bill announced in a cheery voice. He was kneeling down next to Celio, much too close for comfort. Celio jolted back from him.

"What's the last thing you remember?" Bill asked eagerly.

"You losing it in that Randomizer thing."

Bill blinked. "Oh. Is that where you thought we were?"

"You mean it wasn't?"

Bill laughed. "Of course not. That was just my secret base."

Secret base? Then what was - no. No, just don't question it.

" Anyways. I want to apologize for my earlier behavior, and thank you for assisting me. And your mind seems to be just fine! Even better!"

" What are you talking about?"

Bill shrugged. " Being an unwilling test subject is about the same as being a willing assistant, right?"

Oh no.

" What did you do to me?!"

" Well you see! With Bebe's help I've managed to crack into a separate dimension to add in supernatural elements to the Randomizer! Human ones. Vampires, werewolves! Terrible cliche characters that the Voices wouldn't be able to stand! From what I gather, they wouldn't go for something like that. Too out there. I think I'll start them with a werewolf. It's not as horribly cliched as vampires are. Close, but not as much. I don't want them leaving too soon, after all. Gotta have a bit of fun with them first."

"Bill." Celio rose off the couch and grabbed him by the shirt, forgetting how Bill had him overpowered easily before, and not giving a shit at the moment. " What the hell did you do to me?!"

Bill snapped his fingers and suddenly those Eevee from before filed into the room from the kitchen. They surrounded Celio. Once his Eevee were in place he answered. " We used you to see if humans themselves could be randomized in that way. The creature we tested with was a vampire."

... Uh huh....

Celio let go of Bill, stepped over the Eevee, and walked to the door. They let him pass without a problem. Vampire, huh. Well then, he'd just see about -

HOLY SWEET ARCEUS THAT BURNS!

He had just stuck his hand out into the light for a moment and it felt like it was on fire. Pulling it back inside, it almost looked like it had been! Celio had never seen such a nasty burn up close. It encompassed almost his entire hand. He rushed to get some water to it. That may not have been proper procedure in a situation like this but he didn't care! Anything, anything to soothe the pain.

Bill grabbed his arm before he could make it to the kitchen to get at the sink. "What are you doing?"

"LET GO DAMMIT!"

"You know, lore states that drinking blood can help vampires heal wounds. You could try it with one of my Eevee."

Celio was in a lot of pain. He was angry with Bill. He was confused and afraid of his current situation. Celio didn't like it before when Bill spoke of Pokemon like they were disposable. And now. Acting that way again, and suggesting that he act that way as well. That brought everything up to the edge in an instant. 

Snap.

BREAK HIS NECK.

The urge was loud, it was strong, and it was a command given by only one voice. His own. And without a second thought he acted on it. His free hand went for Bill's neck, but before it could make contact there was a crippling pain. It shot through Celio's whole body, and then there was only darkness.

"Pathetic." The boy now standing before Bill scoffed, kicking the ashes that had once been Celio and tossing the piece of wood he'd used to make the kill to the side.

Bill stared in fascination at the ashes for a moment, then he turned his attention to the boy and extended his hand. "Thank you. It looks like you'll be quite the interesting player in this game."

"Whatever," The boy said as he took the hand for a moment. "As long as I get paid."

We both will, my friend.

We both will.

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this was supposed to be ridiculous. Silly ridiculous, not serious ridiculous. What am I even doing.... 

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Were-Glitch

Too much. It was all too much. Too much stimulation from the moonlight. Too much confusion from the sudden demanding voices in her head. Her body had moved through the motions all night without her consent. She'd managed to get some words out to Ethan earlier, but didn't have any explanation for why she had suddenly started behaving so oddly. He seemed to write it off as just another werewolf thing.

Ethan, as far as Aoooo knew, was the only person who was aware of what she was. And he was totally fine with it. He always got such a kick out of howling out her name. Though, he's a pretty big fanboy towards supernatural things. He even based his look on a comic book character named AJ; a trainer whose head was one day filled with thousands of voices that - wow. Had she really not realized how similar the situations were?

As she was forced against a beam in Sprout Tower, Aooo tried to get herself under control. She didn't know what would happen if the wolf got out with these voices invading her mind, but she didn't think it would be pleasant. Especially in this tower with all of these sage people around. Containing it now was harder than it's ever been for her. All of this chaos and discomfort were making the wolf extremely uncomfortable, and all it wanted to do was run.

She felt a little calmer as they made it to the next floor of the tower. Maybe she wouldn't have to try as hard to - no. She was wrong. As soon as she let down some resistance the change took hold of her arm. But instead of shifting to fur and claws, it became a jumble of multi-colored blocks. Orange, black, white, grey, even a purpleish hue.

Panic.

That was absolutely terrifying, and her fear only made the situation worse. The change came on faster and engulfed not only her, but her Trapinch as well.

A pile of blocks floating around in a square formation. That's what they had become.

But it wasn't like floating. It still felt like running. And Trapinch. She was okay. It felt like she was riding on Aoooo's back. The wolf's mind had control now, and it wanted to escape. It ran around, somewhat on it's own accord, and somewhat with the guide of the voices, determined to find a way out.

It only took a couple of hard knocks into a wall to bring Aoooo back to her human self again. It was usually hours later before she shifted back, when the wolf itself was alright with letting go. This time, it felt as though the wolf had been forcefully pulled back inside, and not by her own accord either. Was it something the voices had done to her? Could this different sort of change be their fault too?

Trapinch seemed to be fine. It was riding on her shoulder with that same cute and goofy expression it usually had. Concerned, Aoooo placed it on the ground and asked it not to walk too close. It didn't seem to understand why, but it complied.

Wolf didn't seem to be as rattled by the experience as Aoooo's outer human self was. In fact, it was angry. Now it was back in a cage again, still not free to run away until it was comfortable. It slammed hard against the bars of it's cage, causing Aoooo's body to shift to blocks again for a short moment.

This was going to be a long night.

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And then, my rival from the game and I were literally face to face. Or, rather, pixels to face. I panicked. I had not expected to get ambushed by him now. I didn't remember a rival battle at this point during the game. 

The NPC's text box came up with words that would suggest he had just read my mind. Or could actually see the expression on my face. 

"Don't worry, I don't want to fight you." The text then proceeded to tell me about the Lighthouse mission and call me a weakling before Silver walked off. I sighed and let myself lean against the gym for just a moment. "Safe." Man did my team need a Pokemon Center right now. 

I looked to the jumble of pixels in the air next to me. Mixer. My Golbat. it stared back at me in that same emotionless way the rival did. And yet, I still felt like more was...there, than with Silver. I knew inside that really, I was all alone here. But I didn't want to accept that. I didn't want to accept that in a world of Pokemon, I was actually all alone. 

So I didn't. 

I'm not alone, I had hold myself that first day. Not as long as they're with me. 

I gave the Golbat a little nod and we continued on into Olivine. 

Not as long as they're with me. 

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Blink

(stream went down so I wrote a thing. While I like the idea that FireRed A is the same as Emerald, most of the lore seems to gravitate around her being a different one more commonly known as Alice. So I'm going with that for this one.)

Alice had been doing alright with the voices. So she thought. She'd been told that despite how unorganized and utterly chaotic they were, that they wanted to help. But.

How exactly is freezing her to one spot and yelling out "POTATO" and "WATERMELON" for hours on end helping?

They had reached a maze of arrow tiles in a secret Team Rocket base. A familiar area for the voices, from their ordeal with the first host, Red. Alice knew to be wary of these tiles from what the voices were saying, but she had no control over the way they had her move. Every time Alice stepped on one of the arrow tiles she was sent zooming to another end of the room with no way to stop unless she hit a wall or landed on a special pad. Not a pleasant experience either way. They attempted it for just a little while, and then just seemed to give up. 

They began talking nonsense and screaming out chaotic things. Every once in a while they would will Alice to move, but most of the time they forced her to stand in one place and flip through her Pokedex. This went on for hours, with no progress made at all. Hosting these voices in her head was stressing, but this was the first time she'd ever felt so annoyed with them. She could understand the coordination problems in the caves earlier. But this. They had just stopped trying for no apparent reason.

And then, the world vanished. There one minute, gone the next. As if someone had flicked a light switch. The space around her was a light grey, with flat white arrows floating around randomly. Among them were other things. Letters and words. A, B, Start, Select. In all, they made up most of the commands the voices had been putting into her mind to control her. Speaking of them. At the moment, Alice actually could not hear the voices. She could still feel their commands binding her to one spot, but for the moment they weren't registering as audible in her head.

"Where is this...." She wondered aloud, both to herself and to the voices, hoping for some kind of an answer. She knew she'd have to expect the unexpected on her adventure. This though. This was frightening.

It wasn't the voices she got her answer from.

"This, my dear, is The Blink."

The one voice the answer came from was one she really would rather not have heard at the moment.

Bill shimmered into existence in front of her, looking pretty pleased with the situation. " Nice place, isn't it?"

Man, Alice wished she could move right now. "And what is The Blink?"

He took a couple of steps closer to her. "It's where you go when something is wrong, and the voices lose their direct contact with you. One moment everything is fine, and in a blink, you're in this bizarre place."

That could happen? How? Why? Would Bill even give her a straight answer if she asked? Probably not, considering how much of a kick he seemed to get out of messing with people.

"They're still with me." Alice pointed out. "I can feel them."

Bill nodded as though he'd expected that statement. "Yes, of course they are. For now."

She did not like how confident he sounded about that, or what it might be implying. "For now?"

He shrugged. " You see, Alice. This can end two ways." He began to walk in a circle around her as he spoke. " The voices either re-establish their direct contact with you, and you resume your adventures in Wonderland. Or." He paused as he came to stand directly in front of her again.  "They leave."

He watched her expression grow more worried as she put two and two together.

"They wouldn't. They wouldn't just - "

"Leave you here?" He finished, sounding far too excited about that possibility. " Yes, they would. They would leave you here and forget all about you in no time at all. And then." He leaned forward and gave her a small kiss on the head. "I win."

He took a step back and sighed. "But what fun is that?" His form began to shimmer and he vanished in the same manner that he had appeared. After he was gone, his voice called out "May luck be in your favor, dear Alice."

Damn it, he was such a creep! She hoped that he was just lying to set her on edge. The thought of just ending up stuck in this void was a very frightening one. Even if he wasn't lying, the voices were more determined than that, right? They had gone through with the girl from Hoenn hundreds of times, until they finally got what they had wanted.

During the past few hours the voices had seemed to lose motivation. They had just stopped doing anything. Even thousands of demonic voices can get tired of doing one thing over and over again though, can't they? Maybe they had only wanted to take a little break. They wouldn't just give up and leave Alice halfway through, right? Right?

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I am 100% certain that if GoldxSilver was more popular that would exist

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Alright. It exists. 

Silver's POV.

So. I pissed off a hex maniac. I didn't really do anything to piss off the bitch though! She asked me why I was so brooding and I responded with "None of your business." And that's what set her off! And I'm in the right here. What the hell is her problem?!

So she curses me or something. Ha. Right. Curse.

So when I get home later Gold is there with his hand trapped in a jar of jam.

"Hey Silver, can you give me a hand?" He asks.

Geez. Can't do anything himself, can he? Wait. Why is he sticking his hand in there in the first place? Do I even want to know?

Deciding to inquire about that afterwards, I grab the other end of the jar and yank as hard as I possibly can. I hear a pop noise, and then things get strange.

Suddenly the world is as red as my hair and squishing against me. No, a bit lighter than my hair. And it smells like strawberries. I hear Gold crying out in panic. Who knows how I hear this, as the goop is everywhere, even in my ears, but I hear it. I cannot let it go ignored! I kick up my legs in an attempt to half swim through the goop as I search for Gold.

He's still calling out in confusion when I bump into him, rather than drowning as the liquidy goop all around us fills up his lungs. It is apparently not doing that to mine either, and for the moment that's good because it means neither of us are going to die in here.

"Silver!" Gold exclaims when I run into him. "Are you okay?"

I chuckle a bit. "Are you? You were the one screaming."

He huffs and crosses his arms. "I was not screaming exactly. Just yelling."

Whatever. Same thing.

He continues in a concerned voice. "What happened, Silver? Where are we?"

"I don't know."

He presses his hand against the goop. "If I had to guess, I would say we were somehow in the middle of that jam jar I was holding. But that's crazy."

Well, even if it sounded that way, we were in the middle of something with the scent and texture of jam. I recall what that hex girl did and bring it up to Gold. Can't really be all that crazy considering the situation.

He also decides that it sounds plausible, given the circumstances.

"Why am I in here too though?"

"Maybe because you were still touching the jar when I did?"

He shifted around, and then looked upwards. "The lid wasn't on the jar. It shouldn't be too hard to push our way out of here."

Right. But then what? I decide to save it for after we get out. I nod and take the lead. "Let's go then."

He grabs my arm. "Wait."

"What?" I ask, turning my head slightly.

He yanks my arm back and hugs me close, whispering into my ear. " Wanna get it on in here?"

Is he crazy? We're stuck in a jar of strawberry jam and he wants to... in here?!

"Come on. It'll be hot."

"Don't be an idiot. Let's go."

He holds me tightly, not letting me continue forward. "But Silvy. Our clothes are already off. Might as well make the best of that!"

I look down to discover he's right! Somehow, SOMEHOW, I had not noticed that since entering the jar, both of us were completely naked!

He started kissing along my neck and I trembled under his touch, not expected that. "You know you want to." He whispered.

Damn it, Gold. Why do you have to be so stupidly seductive? I turned and slammed him down into the goop, forcing my face onto his and grabbing his tongue with my own. Gold probably thought he'd caught me again in a situation where he could get away with being the dominant one. Idiot. I'd let him have his way in ruining his jar of jam here, but that was it.

He forced back into the kiss, trying to take back control from me but I wasn't having any of it. Then he did something unexpected. He grabbed my ass and yanked us forward, causing us to do a really awkward flip through the jam. He lets me go and spin there a moment and then comes down on me from above and rams into me.

I yell out as he starts to thrust, surprised at one, the angle he took to do this, two, how exactly he'd managed to gain that much momentum in this hindering, sticky liquid, and three, how great it worked as lube. I was also a little pissed at how easily he'd claimed dominance once again. What was wrong with me damn it?! It made me feel weak. Though, with Gold being the cause, it was also kind of a turn on.

As he worked me from behind his hands came around to stroke my shaft.

"D-damn it, Gold."

He just smirked and worked quickly with his hands so that we'd both shoot at the same time.

He pulled out and we both took a moment to relax. Then, unexpectedly I latched my mouth onto his cock and started to deep throat it. Gold cried out and began moaning my name as I sucked him off. Couldn't one-up me here. He always choked like a weakling.

I opened my mouth slightly as he released in order to allow some jam to mix with his cum. It tasted even more amazing than I imagined it would. Panting, Gold backed up and started trying to swim away. He laughed a little and called. "Try to catch me."

That roughly translated to "I know you're gonna try to plow me the same way I got you, but it's not going to be that easy."

My shaft was aching to do just that. And he knew damned well that I wasn't going to let him get away. Swimming after him through the jam was more of a hassle than I thought it'd be, but he seemed to be maneuvering fine. Just what the hell was his secret?

He was right. I wasn't going to be able to catch up and take him the same way. So I reached out and grabbed his foot, dragging him down. He yelped. Hadn't been expecting that. I forced him down and slammed into him, biting his neck to further assert dominance. Once I was satisfied that a nice bruise would form, I continued to suck and kiss the flesh around it. It was driving him crazy and I loved it.

He started jerking himself off as I continued to hammer him. I bit the other side of his neck hard and mumbled through it "Did I give you permission?"

"B-But Silver!" He protested in agony. He still did not stop.

I grinned and continued biting on his neck. He shot before me and I came right after.

Despite my initial reluctance to the idea, we could both agree that this experience was amazing and now neither of us were in any hurry to escape the jar.

At some point we both passed out, feeling oddly at peace with kind of being stuck in a jar of jam.

...

Epilogue.

And then we woke up in Blue's refrigerator.

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Sparked Anew

She's failed us

The run is dead

This is not TEH URN.

Over.

And over.

And over again.

As her trials went on, A noticed that the voices were getting more and more frusterated. Time was running out again. How many times had she challenged the league now? Near one hundred? She'd lost count a long time ago. At this point she was barely getting through the building. Her body had been thrown into walls so many times that she felt almost numb all over. Her arms and legs were covered in scrapes, some healed over, some freash. Her hair was a mess. Her clothes were torn. She was barely consious enough to obey the mob, but somehow their influence kept her body moving, as if it were nothing more than a marionette.

A long time ago this was what A thought she had wanted. A mob of voices to guide her to victory as they had two boys from Johto and Kanto. At first she was able to handle it. Perhaps even better than the boys had. But now, pushed to keep going over four hundred hours non-stop, she finally understood just how much of a curse this whole ordeal was. The guys had every right to want the voices gone. Now, so did she. All she wanted was to fall down and sleep and not have to get up for a very, very long time.

A long time passed before A finally heard cheering amongst the voices. Her mind was too out of it to pay attention to the battle going on. Her body had been working on it's own in accordance to the voice's wishes. But whatever they were having her say to her Pokemon must have finally worked.

PRAISE HELIX!

TEH URN!

THIS IS THE RUN!

FINALLY DAMN IT!

HAHAHA! FUCK YOU WALLACE!

PRAISE HELIX!

Her Pokemon was called back and she was guided forward into a blank room. She felt Wallace taking her Pokeballs from her, and felt a bit of panic take over her mind. Why had he taken her Pokemon? She wasn't able to fully comprehend the situation at hand. She quickly calmed though, as her mind could register still that this was the champion. He wouldn't hurt them. He wouldn't just take them away from her.

He spoke words of praise, and handed A's Pokemon right back after they were healed and registered as champions. A managed a small smile. It was pure hell, but now it should finally be over. She had won. She had accomplished her and their goal. That was it. And she finally felt the voices begin to fade and quiet.

A let go. Her eyes fell shut and her body backwards. Collapsing right there wouldn't hurt nearly as much as what she'd endured so far. It would be okay. Everything would be okay now. Her eyes fluttered slightly when she felt her body collide with another.

"Brendan?" She asked weakly.

He was smiling down at her. "Congratulations, Champ. You did good."

When had he arrived? Had he been there the whole time? If so she hadn't even heard him before now. She felt some disappointment at that. The feeling of exhaustion was much more overwhelming though, and she was only able to manage a whispered "Thanks" before her body relaxed completely and she passed out in his arms.

* * *

A stirred much later as Brendan set her down on her bed. She couldn't bring herself to fully wake, but she was consious enough to hear him. He said something about visiting her later to see how she was doing. She wanted to nod, but she was still too deep in rest to freely move her body yet. She heard Brendan leave, and let herself drop back into deeper sleep once more.

* * *

When A finally awoke, she found herself in a strange place. This was not her room in Hoenn. Where was this? Panicked, she jumped out of bed and searched her surroundings for answers. Maybe something in this room could tell her where she was.

Map of Kanto. It hung on the wall like the Hoenn map did back in her own room.

This room actually didn't seem all that different. In a way it was eerily similar.

She also noticed that her appearence was different as well. Her hair was let down and neatly combed now. Her wounds had all healed. She looked clean and ready to go, wearing a different set of clothes than the ones she had fallen in. What the hell was going on?!

She made her way downstairs to see her mother sitting at a table in the front room. A couldn't put her finger on it, but something seemed a bit off aboout her. She tried asking what was happening, but her mother didn't seem bothered. She just said something about A going outside and waved her away. What?

Okay then. Maybe that would get her more ansewrs. Her mother always had been a little flakey anyway.

As she reached for the doorknob though, a familiar buzz started in her head. It was quiet at first, and graduatlly began growing in intensity.

A, B, Up, Left, A, A, B, Right, Right, RIOT, A-CHAN! A2!, RIOT!, SOFT RESET, SELECT, A, START, B, A, DOWN, DOWN, LEFT, A, LEFT, FUCK YES, DOWN, DOWNA, DOWN RIGHT.

The voices. The voices had returned. A felt a bolt of fear shoot thorugh her body. The memory of going through the Pokemon league time and time again played back in her mind. Not again. No, no, no. Not again. But then something else hit her. Where were her Pokemon?! She hadn't felt them with her in any pockets of this new outfit. Did it have pockets? She hadn't paid that much attention. Only now she realized that she was also wearing a new bag. Maybe in there.

She began to stumble around as the voices hold over her became strong again. But she still had enough will to dig through the new bag.

Nothing.

Maybe back up in the room?!

A turned to run up there, but the voices finally got their way, and she went sprawling towards the door. She clutched the knob hard, willing herself not to open it. She had to find her team before dealing with this shit.

She ended up pulling the door opened anyway. Once she did, everything seemed to pause. Standing at the door was a shadow in the shape of a person. In it's arms it was holding a frightened looking Torchic. Multiple voices came from the shadow, all saying the same things.

" Worried about your Pokemon, A? Don't worry. We'll take good care of them for you."

Seeing the Torchic almost made A want to cry. She could tell that it was him. He didn't have the rose that he liked to carry, but this was starter she'd been forced to release in Hoenn. This was Zexy. And from what the shadow said to her, it must have have her other Pokemon too. That made her beyond pissed. "Give them back! All of them!" A demanded. She tried to rush forward at the shadow, but found that she could not move at all. She was frozen to that spot.

" Now, now, A. Do losers like you really deserve these Pokemon?"

"What are you talking about?!" She yelled. "That's bullshit! I won! I won Hoenn for you! I did what you wanted!"

The shadow shook it's head. "No, no, no. You did not become the Champion that we wanted. If anything, you just turned into a joke after a while. And that makes us look bad as well."

Not the Champion they wanted? What the hell was that supposed to mean?! Was this about how long it took her to defeat Wallace? Was that was this thing was on about?! That was the fault of the voices more than anything else. It wasn't like she had any control of the situation. And she hadn't taken that much longer than Red and AJ. Well, she hadn't thought that she did.

Before she could protest again the shadow continued. " So as a punishment, A, you will remain our host for a while longer. And this time, we are really going to put you through something bizarre."

The shadow vanished.

The voices took control.

A didn't know what to expect. She wished she could do something about the fact that her Pokemon had been taken from her, but she didn't know what she could do against these demons. She hadn't read about this when she had been preparing to first summon the voices to herself. Damn this shit.

Soon she had a new Pokeball in her hand, and she began to discover just what the shadow meant by bizarre.

Volt Absorbing Surskit that could fire Hyper Beams.

Other water and fire Pokemon with far more powerful moves than they should have, and could not even learn in the first place. Bugs tossing money. Those were certainly things you didn't see every day.

Welcome to Wonderland, Alice.

She growled. Wonderland, huh. Yeah. She'd stomp this fucking Wonderland flat just like she had Hoenn. But this time she wouldn't give in, no matter what. She would show no weakness at the end. Even if it took her a hundred times over again, she was going to crush them all with a confident smirk on her face. For all of the Pokemon she had lost, she was going to make this place pay. That was a promise.