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@indy-the-explorer-2
//Heyaaa!! This is @indy-the-explorer’s alt account!! Because Tumblr has a dumb post limit of 250 a day…
//My main is @ena-the-eepy and I want to keep posting doodle requests throughout the day so hitting the limit would mean… gasp!! No more doodles for the day!!!🥺🥺
[Indy's phone buzzes.]
Indy. I heard something happened. Are you alright?
- @explorer-amethio
*Indy takes his phone and reads the message, before throwing his phone in the trash.*
*His Rotom Phone flies off, sounding pretty pissed.*
[He waits. The notification stays on read. He sighs, typing again.]
Indy, I do not care what you say. I am coming over.
[True to his words, a few minutes later he's knocking on Indy's door.]
*Indy groans as he sits up, stumbling his way over to the door. He opens it, still holding a beer bottle in one hand.*
Hic—! Huh… what do you want… hic-
...?!
[He looks stunned.]
Indy...?
[He steps in, not caring if Indy protested to that.]
You have been drinking...
*Indy stumbles back into his living room and flops on his couch, not caring if Amethio came in or not.*
So what if I have…? Hic— it’s not like I’m addicted… hic—
[He sighs.]
This is not good for you.
[He looks around at how many bottles Indy had bought.]
And having this much is dangerous.
Nuh uh. No it ain’t. Hic—!
I’m fine… this is just… hic-! A coping mechanism…
[He shot Indy a sharp look.]
Indy, put that bottle down. You have already had too much.
*Indy glares at Amethio.*
You can’t tell me what to do. Hic-!
*He takes another swig.*
Put it down, Indy.
Hic-!
No.
[He looks around. His eyes land on the rest of the bottles on the table. This was a horrible idea. A really bad idea. But he was going to do it.]
Indy.
[He picks up one of the bottles.]
If you do not put that bottle down, I will drink as well. Do you want that, hm?
Y-you wouldn’t dare. Hic-!
*Indy stutters as he hiccups again. But he makes no move to put his bottle down…*
Oh, I very well would. Now choose. :)
[Bad idea. Horrible idea, Amethio.]
*Indy scoffs, taking another swig from his bottle. The alcohol is affecting his mind, making him lose all common sense…*
Fuckin’ do it. Chicken.
[His eye twitches.]
Fine. I will.
[BAD IDEA AMETHIO NO-]
...
[Too late. He opens the bottle and drinks as much as he can from it in one go.]
*Indy nearly spits his own beer out in surprise. He wasn’t expecting Amethio to actually do that. Indy could’ve sworn that Amethio was like… not 21 or older… he couldn’t quite remember how old Amethio was… he was too drunk to think…*
[Amethio made a small face at the taste. It was horrible. How did people drink this stuff...]
...
[Only a few seconds later, the bottle slipped from his hands and he collapsed onto the ground, completely asleep. Lightweight...]
*Indy blinks groggily, his mind struggling to process what just happened.*
Did he just…?
*Indy sighs and puts his bottle down. Then he picks Amethio up and sits him up on the couch.*
Lightweight… hic-!
[He doesn't even react. He's completely out.]
*Indy plops down on the couch next to Amethio, taking another swig of beer. He’s handling a lot even though he’s never drank before.*
[He's still asleep. He looks...completely normal, however. You would expect someone's face to be flushed, or have a strange expression when they're drunk, but Amethio looks the same as ever, if you ignore the fact that he's unconscious.]
*Indy pokes him with his bottle.*
Did I kill him…? Hic-! Dammit… how am I gonna hide the body when I’m wasted…
[He shifts slightly.]
*Indy pokes him again, mumbling something about digging a hole in his backyard to hide the body.*
[He slowly opens his eyes.]
Eh…? You’re alive, thank Arceus… hic-! I was getting worried bro… hic-!
[He sits up straight, looking around. He looks slightly confused until his eyes land on Indy, and the bottle still in Indy's hand. He looks...angry, kind of. He doesn't really have much of an expression at the moment at all, but anger is the closest description.]
...put that down.
*Indy groans, still refusing to put it down.*
Great, you’re still insistent on that. I already told you, no. Hic—!
[He frowns. The expression he has right now is probably the closest he'll get to pouting.]
...I said, put that down!
[His voice is still completely normal, but the way he's talking is incredibly...childish?]
*Indy doesn’t notice Amethio’s childish behavior yet. He’s too drunk.*
Gah, fuck off, dude. I’m not putting it down… hic-!
...hm.
[He turns his head away, huffing. Again, with the childish behavior.]
*Indy ignores him, finishing his bottle and slamming it down on the table.*
Augh…. this stuff’s strong… I’ve already had 3… hic-!
[Amethio frowns again and pushes the rest of the ones on the table away from Indy's reach.]
No more for you.
*Indy groans, reaching for more anyways…*
But my beer… hic-!
[He pushes his hand away.]
No more for you!
[Now it's kind of obvious that he's behaving weirdly.]
*Indy growls, very pissed. But he doesn’t try to reach for any more.*
Ugh, what is your damn problem… hic-! It’s not like I’m a lightweight……
[He huffs again, turning away. He still doesn't let Indy reach the bottles.]
*Indy crosses his arms, mad that Amethio won’t let him drink any more beer.*
[He pushes the bottles as far away as he can before relaxing slightly.]
*Soon, Indy dozes off… the liquor must have done a number on him…*
[Amethio looks at him curiously, before reaching out and poking his face. Yep, very strange behavior from him.]
*Indy keeps snoozing.*
[He continues to poke at Indy's face, seeming completely immersed in whatever his goal was.]
*Indy stirs a bit, his eyebrows furrowing in irritation… but he remains asleep.*
[Poke poke. He keeps doing that. No clue why. Only Amethio knows.]
*Indy instinctively smacks Amethio’s hand away, mumbling something about pesky roaches…*
[He frowns, looking...strangely dejected.]
*Indy keeps snoozing, his arm resting on his chest now.*
[He reaches out again, this time pinching Indy's cheek softly.]
*Indy doesn’t react yet.*
[More soft pinching.]
*Indy groans a bit, rolling over to face away from Amethio.*
[He looks sad again, looking away. He has a somewhat good idea. He should get some things ready for once Indy wakes up!]
*Indy keeps snoozing, the alcohol’s effects slowly but surely weakening…*
[He goes over to the kitchen. He can walk just fine too, somehow. It's only his behavior that's strange.]
...
[He looks around for a glass to fill with water for Indy.]
*Theres no glasses, but there are a lot of paper cups lying around with cute cartoony Tauros on them.*
[He takes one, trying to fill it up using the sink. Water somehow ends up splashing...everywhere.]
*Indy stirs a bit from the noise. The water sounds reminded him of Aqua…*
[He looks apologetic but doesn't bother cleaning up the water before returning to the room with the water for Indy when he wakes up.]
*Indy suddenly sits up, as if he just woke up from a nightmare.*
AQUA NO—!!
[Amethio jumps slightly, startled.]
*Indy looks around the room, clutching his chest. A tear rolls down his cheek.*
G-gah…. huff…. Aqua….
*He starts to sob into his hands.*
[Amethio looks confused, shifting closer on the couch to Indy.]
...?
*Indy continues sobbing into his hands. It’s clear that he misses Aqua…*
...
[He still looks confused, but he inches closer and hugs Indy. Hugs make people feel happy, right?]
*Indy tenses up for a second, before his crying eventually dies down. He hugs Amethio back, burying his face into Amethio’s shoulder.*
Sniffle… sorry… I just kinda broke down there…
...why is Indy sad?
[He continues to hug Indy, still looking slightly confused.]
Because…
*He sniffles.*
My Pokémon ran away… and I miss him…
Oh…
[He hugs him tighter.]
Indy should not be sad. Indy’s Pokemon will return soon, right?
I… I don’t think he will…
Do you wanna know why…?
Mhm.
[He nods, looking curious.]
Because I used my Strong Sphere too many times on him… and I think he really hated it…
I saw one of Nidothing’s videos that said that Strong Spheres destroy the bond between trainer and Pokémon… but I didn’t believe it…
This is all my fault, isn’t it… Aqua hates me now…
[Amethio looks offended that Indy would even say that about himself.]
This is not Indy’s fault! Your Pokemon could never hate you!
*Indy starts to cry again. He clenches his fists in self-hatred.*
No, it’s totally my fault! It’s my fault that Aqua ran away! He even tackled me before escaping! He hates me, I know he does!
[He looks even more offended.]
Indy’s Pokemon could never hate Indy! Never!
Don’t you understand?! You didn’t see the way he looked at me when he tackled me. I broke our bond, and he deserves to hate me…
Heck, he deserves a better trainer…
[Amethio looked even more mad at him, doing that same pout-like frown again.]
Indy is a good trainer! Indy’s Pokemon cannot hate Indy!
*Indy groans, letting go of the hug and leaning back on the couch. He’s more annoyed than sad now…*
How can I possibly believe you when I can’t even believe myself?
[Amethio gives him a pleading look.]
Please believe me. Indy is not a bad trainer!
[He’s trying to be helpful, but he’s probably just being annoying…]
*Indy finally starts to notice how childish Amethio is being.*
Ugh… are you okay bro? Why are you acting like a pouty child…?
[He tilts his head.]
I am fine?
*Indy already feels the hangover headaches coming on.*
No you’re not… I think you’re drunk…
Drunk?
[He tilts his head again, looking confused.]
Yes, drunk. You had some of my beer, remember…?
...?
[He still seemed confused. It was probably starting to get irritating...]
*Indy rubs his head, grumbling in pain.*
Agh, my head…
[He jumps up immediately.]
Does Indy need water?
[He quickly grabs the water he got for Indy before and hands it to him.]
*Indy looks up, taking the water.*
Oh, thank you…
*He drinks it and sighs.*
[He sits down again, watching Indy with great interest.]
*Indy eyes Amethio, kind of confused by his childish behavior. Amethio sure as hell didn’t look drunk… but it must’ve been the alcohol, right…?*
[He doesn't stop staring with wide, interested eyes.]
*Indy finishes the water and sets it down on the coffee table.*
Are you gonna stare at me all day or what?
...?
[He makes a confused noise before looking away. If Indy didn't want him to watch him, then he wouldn't.]
*Indy yawns, before grabbing the TV remote and flicking it on.*
How about I just put a cartoon on for you while you sober up?
[He perks up slightly.]
*Indy flips though the channels until it lands on a SpongeBob episode.*
What do you think of this?
[He looks confused again. He has no idea what that is.]
Just give it a chance. It’s funny.
*Indy insists. He’s gonna enjoy watching it too. Because Spunch Bop is peak and adults watch it too.*
Okay.
[If Indy liked it, he'd watch it.]
*The episode plays. It’s utterly hilarious, with jokes and puns and silly scenes.*
*Even Indy laughs at some of them.*
[Amethio is watching extremely intently, eyes sparkling. He's enjoying it, clearly.]
*The episode ends, and an ad starts playing.*
What did you think of that, Amethio? Did you like it?
Mhm.
[He nods, looking happy.]
*The commercial ends, and the next episode starts playing.*
*Unfortunately for Indy, the next episode happened to be the one where Gary ran away from home, much to SpongeBob’s dismay.*
[Amethio seems to be watching this episode with the same amount of interest.]
*Things start out normal at first.*
*Until the scene when SpongeBob realizes that Gary is gone. As SpongeBob is freaking out and crying, Indy can’t help but feel… guilty. Guilty that Aqua ran away and it was all his own fault.*
...?
[Amethio looks towards Indy, looking a bit worried when he sees him looking guilty.]
Indy?
*Indy suddenly turns the TV off and stands up.*
Sorry, I think I need some fresh air.
Indy? Please, do not go!
[He stands up as well, grabbing Indy's arm and giving him that pleading look again.]
*Indy yanks his arm free from Amethio’s grip and leaves the living room, going outside.*
…
Indy...?
[Amethio looks...terribly sad. Was this his fault?]
Wait, Indy, please!
[He ran after him.]
*Indy goes out to the porch and sits on the steps, letting out a heavy, shaky sigh. He’s trying not to cry again…*
[He runs up to the porch, just...staring at him with worried eyes. Normal Amethio might have known what to do, but sadly, this Amethio does not.]
*Indy looks out onto his lawn, remembering the times when Aqua would help water it and end up spraying him too… the good old days…*
*He lets out a sad, choked sob.*
Aqua…
Indy?
[He walked up and sat next to him, still not sure what to do.]
I’m sorry… you shouldn’t have to comfort me… I’ll be fine… sniffle…
*Indy hides his face into his arms, bringing his knees up to his chest.*
Is Indy sad again?
[He shifts closer.]
*No use lying anymore… it was pretty obvious…*
Yea… I’m sad again…
Hm...Indy...
[He hugs Indy again. He really can't think of anything else to do.]
Do not be sad... :(
Is this because Indy's Pokemon ran away?
*Indy hugs him back.*
Yeah… it’s because of that…
[He looks sad for Indy.]
Please do not be sad...I am sure that Indy's Pokemon will come back to Indy!
Sigh… yeah… I hope so too…
*Indy looks exhausted.*
"Indy, did you really go and get drunk on cheap beer? I know you're upset but this... Could you have done anything better?"
( @totally-not-friede )
*Indy groans as he reaches for yet another bottle.*
“Whatever. Don’t care. Hic—!”
*Indy freezes, his expression turning guilty.*
“H-how did you know…? Hic-!”
"A paldean tauros running around startled is bound to make the news."
*Indy lets out a shaky sigh, his hands clenching on his thighs.*
“I-It’s all my fault… I used the Strong Sphere too much on him and hurt him… I never knew that pink gas stuff was painful… hic-“
Citrine sits next to Indy.
"... It's why I didn't like working on them... I'm sure you'll find him..."
*Indy buries his face into his hands, sobbing softly.*
“I failed him, Citrine… I was his trainer and I failed him… he hates me now… he tackled me and ran away like he despised me more than anybody…”
"Indy..."
He strokes his back.
"I'm sorry..."
*Indy keeps sobbing, devastated about losing Aqua.*
"You'll find him, and you'll be friends again."
“I really hope so… hic-! I miss him so much…”
*Indy reaches for a bottle of beer again.*
Citrine keeps it out of reach.
"I'll get you some water."
*Indy wipes his tears away.*
“Ugh… hic-! Fine….”
[Indy's phone buzzes.]
Indy. I heard something happened. Are you alright?
- @explorer-amethio
*Indy takes his phone and reads the message, before throwing his phone in the trash.*
*His Rotom Phone flies off, sounding pretty pissed.*
[He waits. The notification stays on read. He sighs, typing again.]
Indy, I do not care what you say. I am coming over.
[True to his words, a few minutes later he's knocking on Indy's door.]
*Indy groans as he sits up, stumbling his way over to the door. He opens it, still holding a beer bottle in one hand.*
Hic—! Huh… what do you want… hic-
...?!
[He looks stunned.]
Indy...?
[He steps in, not caring if Indy protested to that.]
You have been drinking...
*Indy stumbles back into his living room and flops on his couch, not caring if Amethio came in or not.*
So what if I have…? Hic— it’s not like I’m addicted… hic—
[He sighs.]
This is not good for you.
[He looks around at how many bottles Indy had bought.]
And having this much is dangerous.
Nuh uh. No it ain’t. Hic—!
I’m fine… this is just… hic-! A coping mechanism…
[He shot Indy a sharp look.]
Indy, put that bottle down. You have already had too much.
*Indy glares at Amethio.*
You can’t tell me what to do. Hic-!
*He takes another swig.*
Put it down, Indy.
Hic-!
No.
[He looks around. His eyes land on the rest of the bottles on the table. This was a horrible idea. A really bad idea. But he was going to do it.]
Indy.
[He picks up one of the bottles.]
If you do not put that bottle down, I will drink as well. Do you want that, hm?
Y-you wouldn’t dare. Hic-!
*Indy stutters as he hiccups again. But he makes no move to put his bottle down…*
Oh, I very well would. Now choose. :)
[Bad idea. Horrible idea, Amethio.]
*Indy scoffs, taking another swig from his bottle. The alcohol is affecting his mind, making him lose all common sense…*
Fuckin’ do it. Chicken.
[His eye twitches.]
Fine. I will.
[BAD IDEA AMETHIO NO-]
...
[Too late. He opens the bottle and drinks as much as he can from it in one go.]
*Indy nearly spits his own beer out in surprise. He wasn’t expecting Amethio to actually do that. Indy could’ve sworn that Amethio was like… not 21 or older… he couldn’t quite remember how old Amethio was… he was too drunk to think…*
[Amethio made a small face at the taste. It was horrible. How did people drink this stuff...]
...
[Only a few seconds later, the bottle slipped from his hands and he collapsed onto the ground, completely asleep. Lightweight...]
*Indy blinks groggily, his mind struggling to process what just happened.*
Did he just…?
*Indy sighs and puts his bottle down. Then he picks Amethio up and sits him up on the couch.*
Lightweight… hic-!
[He doesn't even react. He's completely out.]
*Indy plops down on the couch next to Amethio, taking another swig of beer. He’s handling a lot even though he’s never drank before.*
[He's still asleep. He looks...completely normal, however. You would expect someone's face to be flushed, or have a strange expression when they're drunk, but Amethio looks the same as ever, if you ignore the fact that he's unconscious.]
*Indy pokes him with his bottle.*
Did I kill him…? Hic-! Dammit… how am I gonna hide the body when I’m wasted…
[He shifts slightly.]
*Indy pokes him again, mumbling something about digging a hole in his backyard to hide the body.*
[He slowly opens his eyes.]
Eh…? You’re alive, thank Arceus… hic-! I was getting worried bro… hic-!
[He sits up straight, looking around. He looks slightly confused until his eyes land on Indy, and the bottle still in Indy's hand. He looks...angry, kind of. He doesn't really have much of an expression at the moment at all, but anger is the closest description.]
...put that down.
*Indy groans, still refusing to put it down.*
Great, you’re still insistent on that. I already told you, no. Hic—!
[He frowns. The expression he has right now is probably the closest he'll get to pouting.]
...I said, put that down!
[His voice is still completely normal, but the way he's talking is incredibly...childish?]
*Indy doesn’t notice Amethio’s childish behavior yet. He’s too drunk.*
Gah, fuck off, dude. I’m not putting it down… hic-!
...hm.
[He turns his head away, huffing. Again, with the childish behavior.]
*Indy ignores him, finishing his bottle and slamming it down on the table.*
Augh…. this stuff’s strong… I’ve already had 3… hic-!
[Amethio frowns again and pushes the rest of the ones on the table away from Indy's reach.]
No more for you.
*Indy groans, reaching for more anyways…*
But my beer… hic-!
[He pushes his hand away.]
No more for you!
[Now it's kind of obvious that he's behaving weirdly.]
*Indy growls, very pissed. But he doesn’t try to reach for any more.*
Ugh, what is your damn problem… hic-! It’s not like I’m a lightweight……
[He huffs again, turning away. He still doesn't let Indy reach the bottles.]
*Indy crosses his arms, mad that Amethio won’t let him drink any more beer.*
[He pushes the bottles as far away as he can before relaxing slightly.]
*Soon, Indy dozes off… the liquor must have done a number on him…*
[Amethio looks at him curiously, before reaching out and poking his face. Yep, very strange behavior from him.]
*Indy keeps snoozing.*
[He continues to poke at Indy's face, seeming completely immersed in whatever his goal was.]
*Indy stirs a bit, his eyebrows furrowing in irritation… but he remains asleep.*
[Poke poke. He keeps doing that. No clue why. Only Amethio knows.]
*Indy instinctively smacks Amethio’s hand away, mumbling something about pesky roaches…*
[He frowns, looking...strangely dejected.]
*Indy keeps snoozing, his arm resting on his chest now.*
[He reaches out again, this time pinching Indy's cheek softly.]
*Indy doesn’t react yet.*
[More soft pinching.]
*Indy groans a bit, rolling over to face away from Amethio.*
[He looks sad again, looking away. He has a somewhat good idea. He should get some things ready for once Indy wakes up!]
*Indy keeps snoozing, the alcohol’s effects slowly but surely weakening…*
[He goes over to the kitchen. He can walk just fine too, somehow. It's only his behavior that's strange.]
...
[He looks around for a glass to fill with water for Indy.]
*Theres no glasses, but there are a lot of paper cups lying around with cute cartoony Tauros on them.*
[He takes one, trying to fill it up using the sink. Water somehow ends up splashing...everywhere.]
*Indy stirs a bit from the noise. The water sounds reminded him of Aqua…*
[He looks apologetic but doesn't bother cleaning up the water before returning to the room with the water for Indy when he wakes up.]
*Indy suddenly sits up, as if he just woke up from a nightmare.*
AQUA NO—!!
[Amethio jumps slightly, startled.]
*Indy looks around the room, clutching his chest. A tear rolls down his cheek.*
G-gah…. huff…. Aqua….
*He starts to sob into his hands.*
[Amethio looks confused, shifting closer on the couch to Indy.]
...?
*Indy continues sobbing into his hands. It’s clear that he misses Aqua…*
...
[He still looks confused, but he inches closer and hugs Indy. Hugs make people feel happy, right?]
*Indy tenses up for a second, before his crying eventually dies down. He hugs Amethio back, burying his face into Amethio’s shoulder.*
Sniffle… sorry… I just kinda broke down there…
...why is Indy sad?
[He continues to hug Indy, still looking slightly confused.]
Because…
*He sniffles.*
My Pokémon ran away… and I miss him…
Oh…
[He hugs him tighter.]
Indy should not be sad. Indy’s Pokemon will return soon, right?
I… I don’t think he will…
Do you wanna know why…?
Mhm.
[He nods, looking curious.]
Because I used my Strong Sphere too many times on him… and I think he really hated it…
I saw one of Nidothing’s videos that said that Strong Spheres destroy the bond between trainer and Pokémon… but I didn’t believe it…
This is all my fault, isn’t it… Aqua hates me now…
[Amethio looks offended that Indy would even say that about himself.]
This is not Indy’s fault! Your Pokemon could never hate you!
*Indy starts to cry again. He clenches his fists in self-hatred.*
No, it’s totally my fault! It’s my fault that Aqua ran away! He even tackled me before escaping! He hates me, I know he does!
[He looks even more offended.]
Indy’s Pokemon could never hate Indy! Never!
Don’t you understand?! You didn’t see the way he looked at me when he tackled me. I broke our bond, and he deserves to hate me…
Heck, he deserves a better trainer…
[Amethio looked even more mad at him, doing that same pout-like frown again.]
Indy is a good trainer! Indy’s Pokemon cannot hate Indy!
*Indy groans, letting go of the hug and leaning back on the couch. He’s more annoyed than sad now…*
How can I possibly believe you when I can’t even believe myself?
[Amethio gives him a pleading look.]
Please believe me. Indy is not a bad trainer!
[He’s trying to be helpful, but he’s probably just being annoying…]
*Indy finally starts to notice how childish Amethio is being.*
Ugh… are you okay bro? Why are you acting like a pouty child…?
[He tilts his head.]
I am fine?
*Indy already feels the hangover headaches coming on.*
No you’re not… I think you’re drunk…
Drunk?
[He tilts his head again, looking confused.]
Yes, drunk. You had some of my beer, remember…?
...?
[He still seemed confused. It was probably starting to get irritating...]
*Indy rubs his head, grumbling in pain.*
Agh, my head…
[He jumps up immediately.]
Does Indy need water?
[He quickly grabs the water he got for Indy before and hands it to him.]
*Indy looks up, taking the water.*
Oh, thank you…
*He drinks it and sighs.*
[He sits down again, watching Indy with great interest.]
*Indy eyes Amethio, kind of confused by his childish behavior. Amethio sure as hell didn’t look drunk… but it must’ve been the alcohol, right…?*
[He doesn't stop staring with wide, interested eyes.]
*Indy finishes the water and sets it down on the coffee table.*
Are you gonna stare at me all day or what?
...?
[He makes a confused noise before looking away. If Indy didn't want him to watch him, then he wouldn't.]
*Indy yawns, before grabbing the TV remote and flicking it on.*
How about I just put a cartoon on for you while you sober up?
[He perks up slightly.]
*Indy flips though the channels until it lands on a SpongeBob episode.*
What do you think of this?
[He looks confused again. He has no idea what that is.]
Just give it a chance. It’s funny.
*Indy insists. He’s gonna enjoy watching it too. Because Spunch Bop is peak and adults watch it too.*
Okay.
[If Indy liked it, he'd watch it.]
*The episode plays. It’s utterly hilarious, with jokes and puns and silly scenes.*
*Even Indy laughs at some of them.*
[Amethio is watching extremely intently, eyes sparkling. He's enjoying it, clearly.]
*The episode ends, and an ad starts playing.*
What did you think of that, Amethio? Did you like it?
Mhm.
[He nods, looking happy.]
*The commercial ends, and the next episode starts playing.*
*Unfortunately for Indy, the next episode happened to be the one where Gary ran away from home, much to SpongeBob’s dismay.*
[Amethio seems to be watching this episode with the same amount of interest.]
*Things start out normal at first.*
*Until the scene when SpongeBob realizes that Gary is gone. As SpongeBob is freaking out and crying, Indy can’t help but feel… guilty. Guilty that Aqua ran away and it was all his own fault.*
...?
[Amethio looks towards Indy, looking a bit worried when he sees him looking guilty.]
Indy?
*Indy suddenly turns the TV off and stands up.*
Sorry, I think I need some fresh air.
Indy? Please, do not go!
[He stands up as well, grabbing Indy's arm and giving him that pleading look again.]
*Indy yanks his arm free from Amethio’s grip and leaves the living room, going outside.*
…
Indy...?
[Amethio looks...terribly sad. Was this his fault?]
Wait, Indy, please!
[He ran after him.]
*Indy goes out to the porch and sits on the steps, letting out a heavy, shaky sigh. He’s trying not to cry again…*
[He runs up to the porch, just...staring at him with worried eyes. Normal Amethio might have known what to do, but sadly, this Amethio does not.]
*Indy looks out onto his lawn, remembering the times when Aqua would help water it and end up spraying him too… the good old days…*
*He lets out a sad, choked sob.*
Aqua…
Indy?
[He walked up and sat next to him, still not sure what to do.]
I’m sorry… you shouldn’t have to comfort me… I’ll be fine… sniffle…
*Indy hides his face into his arms, bringing his knees up to his chest.*
Is Indy sad again?
[He shifts closer.]
*No use lying anymore… it was pretty obvious…*
Yea… I’m sad again…
Hm...Indy...
[He hugs Indy again. He really can't think of anything else to do.]
Do not be sad... :(
Is this because Indy's Pokemon ran away?
*Indy hugs him back.*
Yeah… it’s because of that…
"Indy, did you really go and get drunk on cheap beer? I know you're upset but this... Could you have done anything better?"
( @totally-not-friede )
*Indy groans as he reaches for yet another bottle.*
“Whatever. Don’t care. Hic—!”
*Indy freezes, his expression turning guilty.*
“H-how did you know…? Hic-!”
"A paldean tauros running around startled is bound to make the news."
*Indy lets out a shaky sigh, his hands clenching on his thighs.*
“I-It’s all my fault… I used the Strong Sphere too much on him and hurt him… I never knew that pink gas stuff was painful… hic-“
Citrine sits next to Indy.
"... It's why I didn't like working on them... I'm sure you'll find him..."
*Indy buries his face into his hands, sobbing softly.*
“I failed him, Citrine… I was his trainer and I failed him… he hates me now… he tackled me and ran away like he despised me more than anybody…”
"Indy..."
He strokes his back.
"I'm sorry..."
*Indy keeps sobbing, devastated about losing Aqua.*
"You'll find him, and you'll be friends again."
“I really hope so… hic-! I miss him so much…”
*Indy reaches for a bottle of beer again.*
[Indy's phone buzzes.]
Indy. I heard something happened. Are you alright?
- @explorer-amethio
*Indy takes his phone and reads the message, before throwing his phone in the trash.*
*His Rotom Phone flies off, sounding pretty pissed.*
[He waits. The notification stays on read. He sighs, typing again.]
Indy, I do not care what you say. I am coming over.
[True to his words, a few minutes later he's knocking on Indy's door.]
*Indy groans as he sits up, stumbling his way over to the door. He opens it, still holding a beer bottle in one hand.*
Hic—! Huh… what do you want… hic-
...?!
[He looks stunned.]
Indy...?
[He steps in, not caring if Indy protested to that.]
You have been drinking...
*Indy stumbles back into his living room and flops on his couch, not caring if Amethio came in or not.*
So what if I have…? Hic— it’s not like I’m addicted… hic—
[He sighs.]
This is not good for you.
[He looks around at how many bottles Indy had bought.]
And having this much is dangerous.
Nuh uh. No it ain’t. Hic—!
I’m fine… this is just… hic-! A coping mechanism…
[He shot Indy a sharp look.]
Indy, put that bottle down. You have already had too much.
*Indy glares at Amethio.*
You can’t tell me what to do. Hic-!
*He takes another swig.*
Put it down, Indy.
Hic-!
No.
[He looks around. His eyes land on the rest of the bottles on the table. This was a horrible idea. A really bad idea. But he was going to do it.]
Indy.
[He picks up one of the bottles.]
If you do not put that bottle down, I will drink as well. Do you want that, hm?
Y-you wouldn’t dare. Hic-!
*Indy stutters as he hiccups again. But he makes no move to put his bottle down…*
Oh, I very well would. Now choose. :)
[Bad idea. Horrible idea, Amethio.]
*Indy scoffs, taking another swig from his bottle. The alcohol is affecting his mind, making him lose all common sense…*
Fuckin’ do it. Chicken.
[His eye twitches.]
Fine. I will.
[BAD IDEA AMETHIO NO-]
...
[Too late. He opens the bottle and drinks as much as he can from it in one go.]
*Indy nearly spits his own beer out in surprise. He wasn’t expecting Amethio to actually do that. Indy could’ve sworn that Amethio was like… not 21 or older… he couldn’t quite remember how old Amethio was… he was too drunk to think…*
[Amethio made a small face at the taste. It was horrible. How did people drink this stuff...]
...
[Only a few seconds later, the bottle slipped from his hands and he collapsed onto the ground, completely asleep. Lightweight...]
*Indy blinks groggily, his mind struggling to process what just happened.*
Did he just…?
*Indy sighs and puts his bottle down. Then he picks Amethio up and sits him up on the couch.*
Lightweight… hic-!
[He doesn't even react. He's completely out.]
*Indy plops down on the couch next to Amethio, taking another swig of beer. He’s handling a lot even though he’s never drank before.*
[He's still asleep. He looks...completely normal, however. You would expect someone's face to be flushed, or have a strange expression when they're drunk, but Amethio looks the same as ever, if you ignore the fact that he's unconscious.]
*Indy pokes him with his bottle.*
Did I kill him…? Hic-! Dammit… how am I gonna hide the body when I’m wasted…
[He shifts slightly.]
*Indy pokes him again, mumbling something about digging a hole in his backyard to hide the body.*
[He slowly opens his eyes.]
Eh…? You’re alive, thank Arceus… hic-! I was getting worried bro… hic-!
[He sits up straight, looking around. He looks slightly confused until his eyes land on Indy, and the bottle still in Indy's hand. He looks...angry, kind of. He doesn't really have much of an expression at the moment at all, but anger is the closest description.]
...put that down.
*Indy groans, still refusing to put it down.*
Great, you’re still insistent on that. I already told you, no. Hic—!
[He frowns. The expression he has right now is probably the closest he'll get to pouting.]
...I said, put that down!
[His voice is still completely normal, but the way he's talking is incredibly...childish?]
*Indy doesn’t notice Amethio’s childish behavior yet. He’s too drunk.*
Gah, fuck off, dude. I’m not putting it down… hic-!
...hm.
[He turns his head away, huffing. Again, with the childish behavior.]
*Indy ignores him, finishing his bottle and slamming it down on the table.*
Augh…. this stuff’s strong… I’ve already had 3… hic-!
[Amethio frowns again and pushes the rest of the ones on the table away from Indy's reach.]
No more for you.
*Indy groans, reaching for more anyways…*
But my beer… hic-!
[He pushes his hand away.]
No more for you!
[Now it's kind of obvious that he's behaving weirdly.]
*Indy growls, very pissed. But he doesn’t try to reach for any more.*
Ugh, what is your damn problem… hic-! It’s not like I’m a lightweight……
[He huffs again, turning away. He still doesn't let Indy reach the bottles.]
*Indy crosses his arms, mad that Amethio won’t let him drink any more beer.*
[He pushes the bottles as far away as he can before relaxing slightly.]
*Soon, Indy dozes off… the liquor must have done a number on him…*
[Amethio looks at him curiously, before reaching out and poking his face. Yep, very strange behavior from him.]
*Indy keeps snoozing.*
[He continues to poke at Indy's face, seeming completely immersed in whatever his goal was.]
*Indy stirs a bit, his eyebrows furrowing in irritation… but he remains asleep.*
[Poke poke. He keeps doing that. No clue why. Only Amethio knows.]
*Indy instinctively smacks Amethio’s hand away, mumbling something about pesky roaches…*
[He frowns, looking...strangely dejected.]
*Indy keeps snoozing, his arm resting on his chest now.*
[He reaches out again, this time pinching Indy's cheek softly.]
*Indy doesn’t react yet.*
[More soft pinching.]
*Indy groans a bit, rolling over to face away from Amethio.*
[He looks sad again, looking away. He has a somewhat good idea. He should get some things ready for once Indy wakes up!]
*Indy keeps snoozing, the alcohol’s effects slowly but surely weakening…*
[He goes over to the kitchen. He can walk just fine too, somehow. It's only his behavior that's strange.]
...
[He looks around for a glass to fill with water for Indy.]
*Theres no glasses, but there are a lot of paper cups lying around with cute cartoony Tauros on them.*
[He takes one, trying to fill it up using the sink. Water somehow ends up splashing...everywhere.]
*Indy stirs a bit from the noise. The water sounds reminded him of Aqua…*
[He looks apologetic but doesn't bother cleaning up the water before returning to the room with the water for Indy when he wakes up.]
*Indy suddenly sits up, as if he just woke up from a nightmare.*
AQUA NO—!!
[Amethio jumps slightly, startled.]
*Indy looks around the room, clutching his chest. A tear rolls down his cheek.*
G-gah…. huff…. Aqua….
*He starts to sob into his hands.*
[Amethio looks confused, shifting closer on the couch to Indy.]
...?
*Indy continues sobbing into his hands. It’s clear that he misses Aqua…*
...
[He still looks confused, but he inches closer and hugs Indy. Hugs make people feel happy, right?]
*Indy tenses up for a second, before his crying eventually dies down. He hugs Amethio back, burying his face into Amethio’s shoulder.*
Sniffle… sorry… I just kinda broke down there…
...why is Indy sad?
[He continues to hug Indy, still looking slightly confused.]
Because…
*He sniffles.*
My Pokémon ran away… and I miss him…
Oh…
[He hugs him tighter.]
Indy should not be sad. Indy’s Pokemon will return soon, right?
I… I don’t think he will…
Do you wanna know why…?
Mhm.
[He nods, looking curious.]
Because I used my Strong Sphere too many times on him… and I think he really hated it…
I saw one of Nidothing’s videos that said that Strong Spheres destroy the bond between trainer and Pokémon… but I didn’t believe it…
This is all my fault, isn’t it… Aqua hates me now…
[Amethio looks offended that Indy would even say that about himself.]
This is not Indy’s fault! Your Pokemon could never hate you!
*Indy starts to cry again. He clenches his fists in self-hatred.*
No, it’s totally my fault! It’s my fault that Aqua ran away! He even tackled me before escaping! He hates me, I know he does!
[He looks even more offended.]
Indy’s Pokemon could never hate Indy! Never!
Don’t you understand?! You didn’t see the way he looked at me when he tackled me. I broke our bond, and he deserves to hate me…
Heck, he deserves a better trainer…
[Amethio looked even more mad at him, doing that same pout-like frown again.]
Indy is a good trainer! Indy’s Pokemon cannot hate Indy!
*Indy groans, letting go of the hug and leaning back on the couch. He’s more annoyed than sad now…*
How can I possibly believe you when I can’t even believe myself?
[Amethio gives him a pleading look.]
Please believe me. Indy is not a bad trainer!
[He’s trying to be helpful, but he’s probably just being annoying…]
*Indy finally starts to notice how childish Amethio is being.*
Ugh… are you okay bro? Why are you acting like a pouty child…?
[He tilts his head.]
I am fine?
*Indy already feels the hangover headaches coming on.*
No you’re not… I think you’re drunk…
Drunk?
[He tilts his head again, looking confused.]
Yes, drunk. You had some of my beer, remember…?
...?
[He still seemed confused. It was probably starting to get irritating...]
*Indy rubs his head, grumbling in pain.*
Agh, my head…
[He jumps up immediately.]
Does Indy need water?
[He quickly grabs the water he got for Indy before and hands it to him.]
*Indy looks up, taking the water.*
Oh, thank you…
*He drinks it and sighs.*
[He sits down again, watching Indy with great interest.]
*Indy eyes Amethio, kind of confused by his childish behavior. Amethio sure as hell didn’t look drunk… but it must’ve been the alcohol, right…?*
[He doesn't stop staring with wide, interested eyes.]
*Indy finishes the water and sets it down on the coffee table.*
Are you gonna stare at me all day or what?
...?
[He makes a confused noise before looking away. If Indy didn't want him to watch him, then he wouldn't.]
*Indy yawns, before grabbing the TV remote and flicking it on.*
How about I just put a cartoon on for you while you sober up?
[He perks up slightly.]
*Indy flips though the channels until it lands on a SpongeBob episode.*
What do you think of this?
[He looks confused again. He has no idea what that is.]
Just give it a chance. It’s funny.
*Indy insists. He’s gonna enjoy watching it too. Because Spunch Bop is peak and adults watch it too.*
Okay.
[If Indy liked it, he'd watch it.]
*The episode plays. It’s utterly hilarious, with jokes and puns and silly scenes.*
*Even Indy laughs at some of them.*
[Amethio is watching extremely intently, eyes sparkling. He's enjoying it, clearly.]
*The episode ends, and an ad starts playing.*
What did you think of that, Amethio? Did you like it?
Mhm.
[He nods, looking happy.]
*The commercial ends, and the next episode starts playing.*
*Unfortunately for Indy, the next episode happened to be the one where Gary ran away from home, much to SpongeBob’s dismay.*
[Amethio seems to be watching this episode with the same amount of interest.]
*Things start out normal at first.*
*Until the scene when SpongeBob realizes that Gary is gone. As SpongeBob is freaking out and crying, Indy can’t help but feel… guilty. Guilty that Aqua ran away and it was all his own fault.*
...?
[Amethio looks towards Indy, looking a bit worried when he sees him looking guilty.]
Indy?
*Indy suddenly turns the TV off and stands up.*
Sorry, I think I need some fresh air.
Indy? Please, do not go!
[He stands up as well, grabbing Indy's arm and giving him that pleading look again.]
*Indy yanks his arm free from Amethio’s grip and leaves the living room, going outside.*
…
Indy...?
[Amethio looks...terribly sad. Was this his fault?]
Wait, Indy, please!
[He ran after him.]
*Indy goes out to the porch and sits on the steps, letting out a heavy, shaky sigh. He’s trying not to cry again…*
[He runs up to the porch, just...staring at him with worried eyes. Normal Amethio might have known what to do, but sadly, this Amethio does not.]
*Indy looks out onto his lawn, remembering the times when Aqua would help water it and end up spraying him too… the good old days…*
*He lets out a sad, choked sob.*
Aqua…
Indy?
[He walked up and sat next to him, still not sure what to do.]
I’m sorry… you shouldn’t have to comfort me… I’ll be fine… sniffle…
*Indy hides his face into his arms, bringing his knees up to his chest.*
Is Indy sad again?
[He shifts closer.]
*No use lying anymore… it was pretty obvious…*
Yea… I’m sad again…
"Indy, did you really go and get drunk on cheap beer? I know you're upset but this... Could you have done anything better?"
( @totally-not-friede )
*Indy groans as he reaches for yet another bottle.*
“Whatever. Don’t care. Hic—!”
*Indy freezes, his expression turning guilty.*
“H-how did you know…? Hic-!”
"A paldean tauros running around startled is bound to make the news."
*Indy lets out a shaky sigh, his hands clenching on his thighs.*
“I-It’s all my fault… I used the Strong Sphere too much on him and hurt him… I never knew that pink gas stuff was painful… hic-“
Citrine sits next to Indy.
"... It's why I didn't like working on them... I'm sure you'll find him..."
*Indy buries his face into his hands, sobbing softly.*
“I failed him, Citrine… I was his trainer and I failed him… he hates me now… he tackled me and ran away like he despised me more than anybody…”
"Indy..."
He strokes his back.
"I'm sorry..."
*Indy keeps sobbing, devastated about losing Aqua.*
[Indy's phone buzzes.]
Indy. I heard something happened. Are you alright?
- @explorer-amethio
*Indy takes his phone and reads the message, before throwing his phone in the trash.*
*His Rotom Phone flies off, sounding pretty pissed.*
[He waits. The notification stays on read. He sighs, typing again.]
Indy, I do not care what you say. I am coming over.
[True to his words, a few minutes later he's knocking on Indy's door.]
*Indy groans as he sits up, stumbling his way over to the door. He opens it, still holding a beer bottle in one hand.*
Hic—! Huh… what do you want… hic-
...?!
[He looks stunned.]
Indy...?
[He steps in, not caring if Indy protested to that.]
You have been drinking...
*Indy stumbles back into his living room and flops on his couch, not caring if Amethio came in or not.*
So what if I have…? Hic— it’s not like I’m addicted… hic—
[He sighs.]
This is not good for you.
[He looks around at how many bottles Indy had bought.]
And having this much is dangerous.
Nuh uh. No it ain’t. Hic—!
I’m fine… this is just… hic-! A coping mechanism…
[He shot Indy a sharp look.]
Indy, put that bottle down. You have already had too much.
*Indy glares at Amethio.*
You can’t tell me what to do. Hic-!
*He takes another swig.*
Put it down, Indy.
Hic-!
No.
[He looks around. His eyes land on the rest of the bottles on the table. This was a horrible idea. A really bad idea. But he was going to do it.]
Indy.
[He picks up one of the bottles.]
If you do not put that bottle down, I will drink as well. Do you want that, hm?
Y-you wouldn’t dare. Hic-!
*Indy stutters as he hiccups again. But he makes no move to put his bottle down…*
Oh, I very well would. Now choose. :)
[Bad idea. Horrible idea, Amethio.]
*Indy scoffs, taking another swig from his bottle. The alcohol is affecting his mind, making him lose all common sense…*
Fuckin’ do it. Chicken.
[His eye twitches.]
Fine. I will.
[BAD IDEA AMETHIO NO-]
...
[Too late. He opens the bottle and drinks as much as he can from it in one go.]
*Indy nearly spits his own beer out in surprise. He wasn’t expecting Amethio to actually do that. Indy could’ve sworn that Amethio was like… not 21 or older… he couldn’t quite remember how old Amethio was… he was too drunk to think…*
[Amethio made a small face at the taste. It was horrible. How did people drink this stuff...]
...
[Only a few seconds later, the bottle slipped from his hands and he collapsed onto the ground, completely asleep. Lightweight...]
*Indy blinks groggily, his mind struggling to process what just happened.*
Did he just…?
*Indy sighs and puts his bottle down. Then he picks Amethio up and sits him up on the couch.*
Lightweight… hic-!
[He doesn't even react. He's completely out.]
*Indy plops down on the couch next to Amethio, taking another swig of beer. He’s handling a lot even though he’s never drank before.*
[He's still asleep. He looks...completely normal, however. You would expect someone's face to be flushed, or have a strange expression when they're drunk, but Amethio looks the same as ever, if you ignore the fact that he's unconscious.]
*Indy pokes him with his bottle.*
Did I kill him…? Hic-! Dammit… how am I gonna hide the body when I’m wasted…
[He shifts slightly.]
*Indy pokes him again, mumbling something about digging a hole in his backyard to hide the body.*
[He slowly opens his eyes.]
Eh…? You’re alive, thank Arceus… hic-! I was getting worried bro… hic-!
[He sits up straight, looking around. He looks slightly confused until his eyes land on Indy, and the bottle still in Indy's hand. He looks...angry, kind of. He doesn't really have much of an expression at the moment at all, but anger is the closest description.]
...put that down.
*Indy groans, still refusing to put it down.*
Great, you’re still insistent on that. I already told you, no. Hic—!
[He frowns. The expression he has right now is probably the closest he'll get to pouting.]
...I said, put that down!
[His voice is still completely normal, but the way he's talking is incredibly...childish?]
*Indy doesn’t notice Amethio’s childish behavior yet. He’s too drunk.*
Gah, fuck off, dude. I’m not putting it down… hic-!
...hm.
[He turns his head away, huffing. Again, with the childish behavior.]
*Indy ignores him, finishing his bottle and slamming it down on the table.*
Augh…. this stuff’s strong… I’ve already had 3… hic-!
[Amethio frowns again and pushes the rest of the ones on the table away from Indy's reach.]
No more for you.
*Indy groans, reaching for more anyways…*
But my beer… hic-!
[He pushes his hand away.]
No more for you!
[Now it's kind of obvious that he's behaving weirdly.]
*Indy growls, very pissed. But he doesn’t try to reach for any more.*
Ugh, what is your damn problem… hic-! It’s not like I’m a lightweight……
[He huffs again, turning away. He still doesn't let Indy reach the bottles.]
*Indy crosses his arms, mad that Amethio won’t let him drink any more beer.*
[He pushes the bottles as far away as he can before relaxing slightly.]
*Soon, Indy dozes off… the liquor must have done a number on him…*
[Amethio looks at him curiously, before reaching out and poking his face. Yep, very strange behavior from him.]
*Indy keeps snoozing.*
[He continues to poke at Indy's face, seeming completely immersed in whatever his goal was.]
*Indy stirs a bit, his eyebrows furrowing in irritation… but he remains asleep.*
[Poke poke. He keeps doing that. No clue why. Only Amethio knows.]
*Indy instinctively smacks Amethio’s hand away, mumbling something about pesky roaches…*
[He frowns, looking...strangely dejected.]
*Indy keeps snoozing, his arm resting on his chest now.*
[He reaches out again, this time pinching Indy's cheek softly.]
*Indy doesn’t react yet.*
[More soft pinching.]
*Indy groans a bit, rolling over to face away from Amethio.*
[He looks sad again, looking away. He has a somewhat good idea. He should get some things ready for once Indy wakes up!]
*Indy keeps snoozing, the alcohol’s effects slowly but surely weakening…*
[He goes over to the kitchen. He can walk just fine too, somehow. It's only his behavior that's strange.]
...
[He looks around for a glass to fill with water for Indy.]
*Theres no glasses, but there are a lot of paper cups lying around with cute cartoony Tauros on them.*
[He takes one, trying to fill it up using the sink. Water somehow ends up splashing...everywhere.]
*Indy stirs a bit from the noise. The water sounds reminded him of Aqua…*
[He looks apologetic but doesn't bother cleaning up the water before returning to the room with the water for Indy when he wakes up.]
*Indy suddenly sits up, as if he just woke up from a nightmare.*
AQUA NO—!!
[Amethio jumps slightly, startled.]
*Indy looks around the room, clutching his chest. A tear rolls down his cheek.*
G-gah…. huff…. Aqua….
*He starts to sob into his hands.*
[Amethio looks confused, shifting closer on the couch to Indy.]
...?
*Indy continues sobbing into his hands. It’s clear that he misses Aqua…*
...
[He still looks confused, but he inches closer and hugs Indy. Hugs make people feel happy, right?]
*Indy tenses up for a second, before his crying eventually dies down. He hugs Amethio back, burying his face into Amethio’s shoulder.*
Sniffle… sorry… I just kinda broke down there…
...why is Indy sad?
[He continues to hug Indy, still looking slightly confused.]
Because…
*He sniffles.*
My Pokémon ran away… and I miss him…
Oh…
[He hugs him tighter.]
Indy should not be sad. Indy’s Pokemon will return soon, right?
I… I don’t think he will…
Do you wanna know why…?
Mhm.
[He nods, looking curious.]
Because I used my Strong Sphere too many times on him… and I think he really hated it…
I saw one of Nidothing’s videos that said that Strong Spheres destroy the bond between trainer and Pokémon… but I didn’t believe it…
This is all my fault, isn’t it… Aqua hates me now…
[Amethio looks offended that Indy would even say that about himself.]
This is not Indy’s fault! Your Pokemon could never hate you!
*Indy starts to cry again. He clenches his fists in self-hatred.*
No, it’s totally my fault! It’s my fault that Aqua ran away! He even tackled me before escaping! He hates me, I know he does!
[He looks even more offended.]
Indy’s Pokemon could never hate Indy! Never!
Don’t you understand?! You didn’t see the way he looked at me when he tackled me. I broke our bond, and he deserves to hate me…
Heck, he deserves a better trainer…
[Amethio looked even more mad at him, doing that same pout-like frown again.]
Indy is a good trainer! Indy’s Pokemon cannot hate Indy!
*Indy groans, letting go of the hug and leaning back on the couch. He’s more annoyed than sad now…*
How can I possibly believe you when I can’t even believe myself?
[Amethio gives him a pleading look.]
Please believe me. Indy is not a bad trainer!
[He’s trying to be helpful, but he’s probably just being annoying…]
*Indy finally starts to notice how childish Amethio is being.*
Ugh… are you okay bro? Why are you acting like a pouty child…?
[He tilts his head.]
I am fine?
*Indy already feels the hangover headaches coming on.*
No you’re not… I think you’re drunk…
Drunk?
[He tilts his head again, looking confused.]
Yes, drunk. You had some of my beer, remember…?
...?
[He still seemed confused. It was probably starting to get irritating...]
*Indy rubs his head, grumbling in pain.*
Agh, my head…
[He jumps up immediately.]
Does Indy need water?
[He quickly grabs the water he got for Indy before and hands it to him.]
*Indy looks up, taking the water.*
Oh, thank you…
*He drinks it and sighs.*
[He sits down again, watching Indy with great interest.]
*Indy eyes Amethio, kind of confused by his childish behavior. Amethio sure as hell didn’t look drunk… but it must’ve been the alcohol, right…?*
[He doesn't stop staring with wide, interested eyes.]
*Indy finishes the water and sets it down on the coffee table.*
Are you gonna stare at me all day or what?
...?
[He makes a confused noise before looking away. If Indy didn't want him to watch him, then he wouldn't.]
*Indy yawns, before grabbing the TV remote and flicking it on.*
How about I just put a cartoon on for you while you sober up?
[He perks up slightly.]
*Indy flips though the channels until it lands on a SpongeBob episode.*
What do you think of this?
[He looks confused again. He has no idea what that is.]
Just give it a chance. It’s funny.
*Indy insists. He’s gonna enjoy watching it too. Because Spunch Bop is peak and adults watch it too.*
Okay.
[If Indy liked it, he'd watch it.]
*The episode plays. It’s utterly hilarious, with jokes and puns and silly scenes.*
*Even Indy laughs at some of them.*
[Amethio is watching extremely intently, eyes sparkling. He's enjoying it, clearly.]
*The episode ends, and an ad starts playing.*
What did you think of that, Amethio? Did you like it?
Mhm.
[He nods, looking happy.]
*The commercial ends, and the next episode starts playing.*
*Unfortunately for Indy, the next episode happened to be the one where Gary ran away from home, much to SpongeBob’s dismay.*
[Amethio seems to be watching this episode with the same amount of interest.]
*Things start out normal at first.*
*Until the scene when SpongeBob realizes that Gary is gone. As SpongeBob is freaking out and crying, Indy can’t help but feel… guilty. Guilty that Aqua ran away and it was all his own fault.*
...?
[Amethio looks towards Indy, looking a bit worried when he sees him looking guilty.]
Indy?
*Indy suddenly turns the TV off and stands up.*
Sorry, I think I need some fresh air.
Indy? Please, do not go!
[He stands up as well, grabbing Indy's arm and giving him that pleading look again.]
*Indy yanks his arm free from Amethio’s grip and leaves the living room, going outside.*
…
Indy...?
[Amethio looks...terribly sad. Was this his fault?]
Wait, Indy, please!
[He ran after him.]
*Indy goes out to the porch and sits on the steps, letting out a heavy, shaky sigh. He’s trying not to cry again…*
[He runs up to the porch, just...staring at him with worried eyes. Normal Amethio might have known what to do, but sadly, this Amethio does not.]
*Indy looks out onto his lawn, remembering the times when Aqua would help water it and end up spraying him too… the good old days…*
*He lets out a sad, choked sob.*
Aqua…
Indy?
[He walked up and sat next to him, still not sure what to do.]
I’m sorry… you shouldn’t have to comfort me… I’ll be fine… sniffle…
*Indy hides his face into his arms, bringing his knees up to his chest.*
[Indy's phone buzzes.]
Indy. I heard something happened. Are you alright?
- @explorer-amethio
*Indy takes his phone and reads the message, before throwing his phone in the trash.*
*His Rotom Phone flies off, sounding pretty pissed.*
[He waits. The notification stays on read. He sighs, typing again.]
Indy, I do not care what you say. I am coming over.
[True to his words, a few minutes later he's knocking on Indy's door.]
*Indy groans as he sits up, stumbling his way over to the door. He opens it, still holding a beer bottle in one hand.*
Hic—! Huh… what do you want… hic-
...?!
[He looks stunned.]
Indy...?
[He steps in, not caring if Indy protested to that.]
You have been drinking...
*Indy stumbles back into his living room and flops on his couch, not caring if Amethio came in or not.*
So what if I have…? Hic— it’s not like I’m addicted… hic—
[He sighs.]
This is not good for you.
[He looks around at how many bottles Indy had bought.]
And having this much is dangerous.
Nuh uh. No it ain’t. Hic—!
I’m fine… this is just… hic-! A coping mechanism…
[He shot Indy a sharp look.]
Indy, put that bottle down. You have already had too much.
*Indy glares at Amethio.*
You can’t tell me what to do. Hic-!
*He takes another swig.*
Put it down, Indy.
Hic-!
No.
[He looks around. His eyes land on the rest of the bottles on the table. This was a horrible idea. A really bad idea. But he was going to do it.]
Indy.
[He picks up one of the bottles.]
If you do not put that bottle down, I will drink as well. Do you want that, hm?
Y-you wouldn’t dare. Hic-!
*Indy stutters as he hiccups again. But he makes no move to put his bottle down…*
Oh, I very well would. Now choose. :)
[Bad idea. Horrible idea, Amethio.]
*Indy scoffs, taking another swig from his bottle. The alcohol is affecting his mind, making him lose all common sense…*
Fuckin’ do it. Chicken.
[His eye twitches.]
Fine. I will.
[BAD IDEA AMETHIO NO-]
...
[Too late. He opens the bottle and drinks as much as he can from it in one go.]
*Indy nearly spits his own beer out in surprise. He wasn’t expecting Amethio to actually do that. Indy could’ve sworn that Amethio was like… not 21 or older… he couldn’t quite remember how old Amethio was… he was too drunk to think…*
[Amethio made a small face at the taste. It was horrible. How did people drink this stuff...]
...
[Only a few seconds later, the bottle slipped from his hands and he collapsed onto the ground, completely asleep. Lightweight...]
*Indy blinks groggily, his mind struggling to process what just happened.*
Did he just…?
*Indy sighs and puts his bottle down. Then he picks Amethio up and sits him up on the couch.*
Lightweight… hic-!
[He doesn't even react. He's completely out.]
*Indy plops down on the couch next to Amethio, taking another swig of beer. He’s handling a lot even though he’s never drank before.*
[He's still asleep. He looks...completely normal, however. You would expect someone's face to be flushed, or have a strange expression when they're drunk, but Amethio looks the same as ever, if you ignore the fact that he's unconscious.]
*Indy pokes him with his bottle.*
Did I kill him…? Hic-! Dammit… how am I gonna hide the body when I’m wasted…
[He shifts slightly.]
*Indy pokes him again, mumbling something about digging a hole in his backyard to hide the body.*
[He slowly opens his eyes.]
Eh…? You’re alive, thank Arceus… hic-! I was getting worried bro… hic-!
[He sits up straight, looking around. He looks slightly confused until his eyes land on Indy, and the bottle still in Indy's hand. He looks...angry, kind of. He doesn't really have much of an expression at the moment at all, but anger is the closest description.]
...put that down.
*Indy groans, still refusing to put it down.*
Great, you’re still insistent on that. I already told you, no. Hic—!
[He frowns. The expression he has right now is probably the closest he'll get to pouting.]
...I said, put that down!
[His voice is still completely normal, but the way he's talking is incredibly...childish?]
*Indy doesn’t notice Amethio’s childish behavior yet. He’s too drunk.*
Gah, fuck off, dude. I’m not putting it down… hic-!
...hm.
[He turns his head away, huffing. Again, with the childish behavior.]
*Indy ignores him, finishing his bottle and slamming it down on the table.*
Augh…. this stuff’s strong… I’ve already had 3… hic-!
[Amethio frowns again and pushes the rest of the ones on the table away from Indy's reach.]
No more for you.
*Indy groans, reaching for more anyways…*
But my beer… hic-!
[He pushes his hand away.]
No more for you!
[Now it's kind of obvious that he's behaving weirdly.]
*Indy growls, very pissed. But he doesn’t try to reach for any more.*
Ugh, what is your damn problem… hic-! It’s not like I’m a lightweight……
[He huffs again, turning away. He still doesn't let Indy reach the bottles.]
*Indy crosses his arms, mad that Amethio won’t let him drink any more beer.*
[He pushes the bottles as far away as he can before relaxing slightly.]
*Soon, Indy dozes off… the liquor must have done a number on him…*
[Amethio looks at him curiously, before reaching out and poking his face. Yep, very strange behavior from him.]
*Indy keeps snoozing.*
[He continues to poke at Indy's face, seeming completely immersed in whatever his goal was.]
*Indy stirs a bit, his eyebrows furrowing in irritation… but he remains asleep.*
[Poke poke. He keeps doing that. No clue why. Only Amethio knows.]
*Indy instinctively smacks Amethio’s hand away, mumbling something about pesky roaches…*
[He frowns, looking...strangely dejected.]
*Indy keeps snoozing, his arm resting on his chest now.*
[He reaches out again, this time pinching Indy's cheek softly.]
*Indy doesn’t react yet.*
[More soft pinching.]
*Indy groans a bit, rolling over to face away from Amethio.*
[He looks sad again, looking away. He has a somewhat good idea. He should get some things ready for once Indy wakes up!]
*Indy keeps snoozing, the alcohol’s effects slowly but surely weakening…*
[He goes over to the kitchen. He can walk just fine too, somehow. It's only his behavior that's strange.]
...
[He looks around for a glass to fill with water for Indy.]
*Theres no glasses, but there are a lot of paper cups lying around with cute cartoony Tauros on them.*
[He takes one, trying to fill it up using the sink. Water somehow ends up splashing...everywhere.]
*Indy stirs a bit from the noise. The water sounds reminded him of Aqua…*
[He looks apologetic but doesn't bother cleaning up the water before returning to the room with the water for Indy when he wakes up.]
*Indy suddenly sits up, as if he just woke up from a nightmare.*
AQUA NO—!!
[Amethio jumps slightly, startled.]
*Indy looks around the room, clutching his chest. A tear rolls down his cheek.*
G-gah…. huff…. Aqua….
*He starts to sob into his hands.*
[Amethio looks confused, shifting closer on the couch to Indy.]
...?
*Indy continues sobbing into his hands. It’s clear that he misses Aqua…*
...
[He still looks confused, but he inches closer and hugs Indy. Hugs make people feel happy, right?]
*Indy tenses up for a second, before his crying eventually dies down. He hugs Amethio back, burying his face into Amethio’s shoulder.*
Sniffle… sorry… I just kinda broke down there…
...why is Indy sad?
[He continues to hug Indy, still looking slightly confused.]
Because…
*He sniffles.*
My Pokémon ran away… and I miss him…
Oh…
[He hugs him tighter.]
Indy should not be sad. Indy’s Pokemon will return soon, right?
I… I don’t think he will…
Do you wanna know why…?
Mhm.
[He nods, looking curious.]
Because I used my Strong Sphere too many times on him… and I think he really hated it…
I saw one of Nidothing’s videos that said that Strong Spheres destroy the bond between trainer and Pokémon… but I didn’t believe it…
This is all my fault, isn’t it… Aqua hates me now…
[Amethio looks offended that Indy would even say that about himself.]
This is not Indy’s fault! Your Pokemon could never hate you!
*Indy starts to cry again. He clenches his fists in self-hatred.*
No, it’s totally my fault! It’s my fault that Aqua ran away! He even tackled me before escaping! He hates me, I know he does!
[He looks even more offended.]
Indy’s Pokemon could never hate Indy! Never!
Don’t you understand?! You didn’t see the way he looked at me when he tackled me. I broke our bond, and he deserves to hate me…
Heck, he deserves a better trainer…
[Amethio looked even more mad at him, doing that same pout-like frown again.]
Indy is a good trainer! Indy’s Pokemon cannot hate Indy!
*Indy groans, letting go of the hug and leaning back on the couch. He’s more annoyed than sad now…*
How can I possibly believe you when I can’t even believe myself?
[Amethio gives him a pleading look.]
Please believe me. Indy is not a bad trainer!
[He’s trying to be helpful, but he’s probably just being annoying…]
*Indy finally starts to notice how childish Amethio is being.*
Ugh… are you okay bro? Why are you acting like a pouty child…?
[He tilts his head.]
I am fine?
*Indy already feels the hangover headaches coming on.*
No you’re not… I think you’re drunk…
Drunk?
[He tilts his head again, looking confused.]
Yes, drunk. You had some of my beer, remember…?
...?
[He still seemed confused. It was probably starting to get irritating...]
*Indy rubs his head, grumbling in pain.*
Agh, my head…
[He jumps up immediately.]
Does Indy need water?
[He quickly grabs the water he got for Indy before and hands it to him.]
*Indy looks up, taking the water.*
Oh, thank you…
*He drinks it and sighs.*
[He sits down again, watching Indy with great interest.]
*Indy eyes Amethio, kind of confused by his childish behavior. Amethio sure as hell didn’t look drunk… but it must’ve been the alcohol, right…?*
[He doesn't stop staring with wide, interested eyes.]
*Indy finishes the water and sets it down on the coffee table.*
Are you gonna stare at me all day or what?
...?
[He makes a confused noise before looking away. If Indy didn't want him to watch him, then he wouldn't.]
*Indy yawns, before grabbing the TV remote and flicking it on.*
How about I just put a cartoon on for you while you sober up?
[He perks up slightly.]
*Indy flips though the channels until it lands on a SpongeBob episode.*
What do you think of this?
[He looks confused again. He has no idea what that is.]
Just give it a chance. It’s funny.
*Indy insists. He’s gonna enjoy watching it too. Because Spunch Bop is peak and adults watch it too.*
Okay.
[If Indy liked it, he'd watch it.]
*The episode plays. It’s utterly hilarious, with jokes and puns and silly scenes.*
*Even Indy laughs at some of them.*
[Amethio is watching extremely intently, eyes sparkling. He's enjoying it, clearly.]
*The episode ends, and an ad starts playing.*
What did you think of that, Amethio? Did you like it?
Mhm.
[He nods, looking happy.]
*The commercial ends, and the next episode starts playing.*
*Unfortunately for Indy, the next episode happened to be the one where Gary ran away from home, much to SpongeBob’s dismay.*
[Amethio seems to be watching this episode with the same amount of interest.]
*Things start out normal at first.*
*Until the scene when SpongeBob realizes that Gary is gone. As SpongeBob is freaking out and crying, Indy can’t help but feel… guilty. Guilty that Aqua ran away and it was all his own fault.*
...?
[Amethio looks towards Indy, looking a bit worried when he sees him looking guilty.]
Indy?
*Indy suddenly turns the TV off and stands up.*
Sorry, I think I need some fresh air.
Indy? Please, do not go!
[He stands up as well, grabbing Indy's arm and giving him that pleading look again.]
*Indy yanks his arm free from Amethio’s grip and leaves the living room, going outside.*
…
Indy...?
[Amethio looks...terribly sad. Was this his fault?]
Wait, Indy, please!
[He ran after him.]
*Indy goes out to the porch and sits on the steps, letting out a heavy, shaky sigh. He’s trying not to cry again…*
[He runs up to the porch, just...staring at him with worried eyes. Normal Amethio might have known what to do, but sadly, this Amethio does not.]
*Indy looks out onto his lawn, remembering the times when Aqua would help water it and end up spraying him too… the good old days…*
*He lets out a sad, choked sob.*
Aqua…
"Indy, did you really go and get drunk on cheap beer? I know you're upset but this... Could you have done anything better?"
( @totally-not-friede )
*Indy groans as he reaches for yet another bottle.*
“Whatever. Don’t care. Hic—!”
*Indy freezes, his expression turning guilty.*
“H-how did you know…? Hic-!”
"A paldean tauros running around startled is bound to make the news."
*Indy lets out a shaky sigh, his hands clenching on his thighs.*
“I-It’s all my fault… I used the Strong Sphere too much on him and hurt him… I never knew that pink gas stuff was painful… hic-“
Citrine sits next to Indy.
"... It's why I didn't like working on them... I'm sure you'll find him..."
*Indy buries his face into his hands, sobbing softly.*
“I failed him, Citrine… I was his trainer and I failed him… he hates me now… he tackled me and ran away like he despised me more than anybody…”
[Indy's phone buzzes.]
Indy. I heard something happened. Are you alright?
- @explorer-amethio
*Indy takes his phone and reads the message, before throwing his phone in the trash.*
*His Rotom Phone flies off, sounding pretty pissed.*
[He waits. The notification stays on read. He sighs, typing again.]
Indy, I do not care what you say. I am coming over.
[True to his words, a few minutes later he's knocking on Indy's door.]
*Indy groans as he sits up, stumbling his way over to the door. He opens it, still holding a beer bottle in one hand.*
Hic—! Huh… what do you want… hic-
...?!
[He looks stunned.]
Indy...?
[He steps in, not caring if Indy protested to that.]
You have been drinking...
*Indy stumbles back into his living room and flops on his couch, not caring if Amethio came in or not.*
So what if I have…? Hic— it’s not like I’m addicted… hic—
[He sighs.]
This is not good for you.
[He looks around at how many bottles Indy had bought.]
And having this much is dangerous.
Nuh uh. No it ain’t. Hic—!
I’m fine… this is just… hic-! A coping mechanism…
[He shot Indy a sharp look.]
Indy, put that bottle down. You have already had too much.
*Indy glares at Amethio.*
You can’t tell me what to do. Hic-!
*He takes another swig.*
Put it down, Indy.
Hic-!
No.
[He looks around. His eyes land on the rest of the bottles on the table. This was a horrible idea. A really bad idea. But he was going to do it.]
Indy.
[He picks up one of the bottles.]
If you do not put that bottle down, I will drink as well. Do you want that, hm?
Y-you wouldn’t dare. Hic-!
*Indy stutters as he hiccups again. But he makes no move to put his bottle down…*
Oh, I very well would. Now choose. :)
[Bad idea. Horrible idea, Amethio.]
*Indy scoffs, taking another swig from his bottle. The alcohol is affecting his mind, making him lose all common sense…*
Fuckin’ do it. Chicken.
[His eye twitches.]
Fine. I will.
[BAD IDEA AMETHIO NO-]
...
[Too late. He opens the bottle and drinks as much as he can from it in one go.]
*Indy nearly spits his own beer out in surprise. He wasn’t expecting Amethio to actually do that. Indy could’ve sworn that Amethio was like… not 21 or older… he couldn’t quite remember how old Amethio was… he was too drunk to think…*
[Amethio made a small face at the taste. It was horrible. How did people drink this stuff...]
...
[Only a few seconds later, the bottle slipped from his hands and he collapsed onto the ground, completely asleep. Lightweight...]
*Indy blinks groggily, his mind struggling to process what just happened.*
Did he just…?
*Indy sighs and puts his bottle down. Then he picks Amethio up and sits him up on the couch.*
Lightweight… hic-!
[He doesn't even react. He's completely out.]
*Indy plops down on the couch next to Amethio, taking another swig of beer. He’s handling a lot even though he’s never drank before.*
[He's still asleep. He looks...completely normal, however. You would expect someone's face to be flushed, or have a strange expression when they're drunk, but Amethio looks the same as ever, if you ignore the fact that he's unconscious.]
*Indy pokes him with his bottle.*
Did I kill him…? Hic-! Dammit… how am I gonna hide the body when I’m wasted…
[He shifts slightly.]
*Indy pokes him again, mumbling something about digging a hole in his backyard to hide the body.*
[He slowly opens his eyes.]
Eh…? You’re alive, thank Arceus… hic-! I was getting worried bro… hic-!
[He sits up straight, looking around. He looks slightly confused until his eyes land on Indy, and the bottle still in Indy's hand. He looks...angry, kind of. He doesn't really have much of an expression at the moment at all, but anger is the closest description.]
...put that down.
*Indy groans, still refusing to put it down.*
Great, you’re still insistent on that. I already told you, no. Hic—!
[He frowns. The expression he has right now is probably the closest he'll get to pouting.]
...I said, put that down!
[His voice is still completely normal, but the way he's talking is incredibly...childish?]
*Indy doesn’t notice Amethio’s childish behavior yet. He’s too drunk.*
Gah, fuck off, dude. I’m not putting it down… hic-!
...hm.
[He turns his head away, huffing. Again, with the childish behavior.]
*Indy ignores him, finishing his bottle and slamming it down on the table.*
Augh…. this stuff’s strong… I’ve already had 3… hic-!
[Amethio frowns again and pushes the rest of the ones on the table away from Indy's reach.]
No more for you.
*Indy groans, reaching for more anyways…*
But my beer… hic-!
[He pushes his hand away.]
No more for you!
[Now it's kind of obvious that he's behaving weirdly.]
*Indy growls, very pissed. But he doesn’t try to reach for any more.*
Ugh, what is your damn problem… hic-! It’s not like I’m a lightweight……
[He huffs again, turning away. He still doesn't let Indy reach the bottles.]
*Indy crosses his arms, mad that Amethio won’t let him drink any more beer.*
[He pushes the bottles as far away as he can before relaxing slightly.]
*Soon, Indy dozes off… the liquor must have done a number on him…*
[Amethio looks at him curiously, before reaching out and poking his face. Yep, very strange behavior from him.]
*Indy keeps snoozing.*
[He continues to poke at Indy's face, seeming completely immersed in whatever his goal was.]
*Indy stirs a bit, his eyebrows furrowing in irritation… but he remains asleep.*
[Poke poke. He keeps doing that. No clue why. Only Amethio knows.]
*Indy instinctively smacks Amethio’s hand away, mumbling something about pesky roaches…*
[He frowns, looking...strangely dejected.]
*Indy keeps snoozing, his arm resting on his chest now.*
[He reaches out again, this time pinching Indy's cheek softly.]
*Indy doesn’t react yet.*
[More soft pinching.]
*Indy groans a bit, rolling over to face away from Amethio.*
[He looks sad again, looking away. He has a somewhat good idea. He should get some things ready for once Indy wakes up!]
*Indy keeps snoozing, the alcohol’s effects slowly but surely weakening…*
[He goes over to the kitchen. He can walk just fine too, somehow. It's only his behavior that's strange.]
...
[He looks around for a glass to fill with water for Indy.]
*Theres no glasses, but there are a lot of paper cups lying around with cute cartoony Tauros on them.*
[He takes one, trying to fill it up using the sink. Water somehow ends up splashing...everywhere.]
*Indy stirs a bit from the noise. The water sounds reminded him of Aqua…*
[He looks apologetic but doesn't bother cleaning up the water before returning to the room with the water for Indy when he wakes up.]
*Indy suddenly sits up, as if he just woke up from a nightmare.*
AQUA NO—!!
[Amethio jumps slightly, startled.]
*Indy looks around the room, clutching his chest. A tear rolls down his cheek.*
G-gah…. huff…. Aqua….
*He starts to sob into his hands.*
[Amethio looks confused, shifting closer on the couch to Indy.]
...?
*Indy continues sobbing into his hands. It’s clear that he misses Aqua…*
...
[He still looks confused, but he inches closer and hugs Indy. Hugs make people feel happy, right?]
*Indy tenses up for a second, before his crying eventually dies down. He hugs Amethio back, burying his face into Amethio’s shoulder.*
Sniffle… sorry… I just kinda broke down there…
...why is Indy sad?
[He continues to hug Indy, still looking slightly confused.]
Because…
*He sniffles.*
My Pokémon ran away… and I miss him…
Oh…
[He hugs him tighter.]
Indy should not be sad. Indy’s Pokemon will return soon, right?
I… I don’t think he will…
Do you wanna know why…?
Mhm.
[He nods, looking curious.]
Because I used my Strong Sphere too many times on him… and I think he really hated it…
I saw one of Nidothing’s videos that said that Strong Spheres destroy the bond between trainer and Pokémon… but I didn’t believe it…
This is all my fault, isn’t it… Aqua hates me now…
[Amethio looks offended that Indy would even say that about himself.]
This is not Indy’s fault! Your Pokemon could never hate you!
*Indy starts to cry again. He clenches his fists in self-hatred.*
No, it’s totally my fault! It’s my fault that Aqua ran away! He even tackled me before escaping! He hates me, I know he does!
[He looks even more offended.]
Indy’s Pokemon could never hate Indy! Never!
Don’t you understand?! You didn’t see the way he looked at me when he tackled me. I broke our bond, and he deserves to hate me…
Heck, he deserves a better trainer…
[Amethio looked even more mad at him, doing that same pout-like frown again.]
Indy is a good trainer! Indy’s Pokemon cannot hate Indy!
*Indy groans, letting go of the hug and leaning back on the couch. He’s more annoyed than sad now…*
How can I possibly believe you when I can’t even believe myself?
[Amethio gives him a pleading look.]
Please believe me. Indy is not a bad trainer!
[He’s trying to be helpful, but he’s probably just being annoying…]
*Indy finally starts to notice how childish Amethio is being.*
Ugh… are you okay bro? Why are you acting like a pouty child…?
[He tilts his head.]
I am fine?
*Indy already feels the hangover headaches coming on.*
No you’re not… I think you’re drunk…
Drunk?
[He tilts his head again, looking confused.]
Yes, drunk. You had some of my beer, remember…?
...?
[He still seemed confused. It was probably starting to get irritating...]
*Indy rubs his head, grumbling in pain.*
Agh, my head…
[He jumps up immediately.]
Does Indy need water?
[He quickly grabs the water he got for Indy before and hands it to him.]
*Indy looks up, taking the water.*
Oh, thank you…
*He drinks it and sighs.*
[He sits down again, watching Indy with great interest.]
*Indy eyes Amethio, kind of confused by his childish behavior. Amethio sure as hell didn’t look drunk… but it must’ve been the alcohol, right…?*
[He doesn't stop staring with wide, interested eyes.]
*Indy finishes the water and sets it down on the coffee table.*
Are you gonna stare at me all day or what?
...?
[He makes a confused noise before looking away. If Indy didn't want him to watch him, then he wouldn't.]
*Indy yawns, before grabbing the TV remote and flicking it on.*
How about I just put a cartoon on for you while you sober up?
[He perks up slightly.]
*Indy flips though the channels until it lands on a SpongeBob episode.*
What do you think of this?
[He looks confused again. He has no idea what that is.]
Just give it a chance. It’s funny.
*Indy insists. He’s gonna enjoy watching it too. Because Spunch Bop is peak and adults watch it too.*
Okay.
[If Indy liked it, he'd watch it.]
*The episode plays. It’s utterly hilarious, with jokes and puns and silly scenes.*
*Even Indy laughs at some of them.*
[Amethio is watching extremely intently, eyes sparkling. He's enjoying it, clearly.]
*The episode ends, and an ad starts playing.*
What did you think of that, Amethio? Did you like it?
Mhm.
[He nods, looking happy.]
*The commercial ends, and the next episode starts playing.*
*Unfortunately for Indy, the next episode happened to be the one where Gary ran away from home, much to SpongeBob’s dismay.*
[Amethio seems to be watching this episode with the same amount of interest.]
*Things start out normal at first.*
*Until the scene when SpongeBob realizes that Gary is gone. As SpongeBob is freaking out and crying, Indy can’t help but feel… guilty. Guilty that Aqua ran away and it was all his own fault.*
...?
[Amethio looks towards Indy, looking a bit worried when he sees him looking guilty.]
Indy?
*Indy suddenly turns the TV off and stands up.*
Sorry, I think I need some fresh air.
Indy? Please, do not go!
[He stands up as well, grabbing Indy's arm and giving him that pleading look again.]
*Indy yanks his arm free from Amethio’s grip and leaves the living room, going outside.*
…
Indy...?
[Amethio looks...terribly sad. Was this his fault?]
Wait, Indy, please!
[He ran after him.]
*Indy goes out to the porch and sits on the steps, letting out a heavy, shaky sigh. He’s trying not to cry again…*
"Indy, did you really go and get drunk on cheap beer? I know you're upset but this... Could you have done anything better?"
( @totally-not-friede )
*Indy groans as he reaches for yet another bottle.*
“Whatever. Don’t care. Hic—!”
He picks it up.
"Enough of that. You could hae at least gotten something easier for you..."
*Indy tries to get the bottle back, annoyed.*
“That’s… hic-! Mine! Give it… back…!”
He holds it up above his head.
"You don't need anymore, you're already out of it."
*Indy grabs Citrine’s shoulders, trying to hoist himself up and grab the bottle.*
“I need more! Hic—! Give it back, I paid for it! Hic-!”
"You clearly don't."
Citrine leans back slightly, trying to make it harder for Indy.
"What has gotten into you?"
*Indy growls, drunk as hell and still trying to reach for the bottle. Citrine’s larger, taller frame makes it harder to get, though.*
“Ugh… hic-! Shut up… give it back!”
"Indy."
His voice was more stern.
"Sit down."
*Indy ignores him and keeps trying to reach for the beer.*
“One more, just one… hic-! One more bottle… I’m not even that drunk…”
*It’s clear that he’s very very drunk.*
"It's clear to me, one more was a while ago."
He steps away from Indy.
"You're going to hurt yourself."
*Indy blinks a few times, as if his mind was just registering that Citrine was in his house.*
“Wait…. hic-! How did you get in my house…?”
". . . Uh, you left the back door open."
He wasn't going to mention the open upstairs window.
*Indy believes him. He was too drunk to think properly anyways.*
“Augh… please can I have my beer back now…? Hic—!”
"Nope." He directs Indy to sit down again.
"And this stuff is awful anyway."
*Indy finally sits down, plopping down onto his couch with his arms crossed.*
“Hic-! Just let me have my fun… it’s none of your business what I drink… hic-!”
"It is when it's cheap piss... Is this about Aqua?"
*Indy freezes, his expression turning guilty.*
“H-how did you know…? Hic-!”
"A paldean tauros running around startled is bound to make the news."
*Indy lets out a shaky sigh, his hands clenching on his thighs.*
“I-It’s all my fault… I used the Strong Sphere too much on him and hurt him… I never knew that pink gas stuff was painful… hic-“
[Indy's phone buzzes.]
Indy. I heard something happened. Are you alright?
- @explorer-amethio
*Indy takes his phone and reads the message, before throwing his phone in the trash.*
*His Rotom Phone flies off, sounding pretty pissed.*
[He waits. The notification stays on read. He sighs, typing again.]
Indy, I do not care what you say. I am coming over.
[True to his words, a few minutes later he's knocking on Indy's door.]
*Indy groans as he sits up, stumbling his way over to the door. He opens it, still holding a beer bottle in one hand.*
Hic—! Huh… what do you want… hic-
...?!
[He looks stunned.]
Indy...?
[He steps in, not caring if Indy protested to that.]
You have been drinking...
*Indy stumbles back into his living room and flops on his couch, not caring if Amethio came in or not.*
So what if I have…? Hic— it’s not like I’m addicted… hic—
[He sighs.]
This is not good for you.
[He looks around at how many bottles Indy had bought.]
And having this much is dangerous.
Nuh uh. No it ain’t. Hic—!
I’m fine… this is just… hic-! A coping mechanism…
[He shot Indy a sharp look.]
Indy, put that bottle down. You have already had too much.
*Indy glares at Amethio.*
You can’t tell me what to do. Hic-!
*He takes another swig.*
Put it down, Indy.
Hic-!
No.
[He looks around. His eyes land on the rest of the bottles on the table. This was a horrible idea. A really bad idea. But he was going to do it.]
Indy.
[He picks up one of the bottles.]
If you do not put that bottle down, I will drink as well. Do you want that, hm?
Y-you wouldn’t dare. Hic-!
*Indy stutters as he hiccups again. But he makes no move to put his bottle down…*
Oh, I very well would. Now choose. :)
[Bad idea. Horrible idea, Amethio.]
*Indy scoffs, taking another swig from his bottle. The alcohol is affecting his mind, making him lose all common sense…*
Fuckin’ do it. Chicken.
[His eye twitches.]
Fine. I will.
[BAD IDEA AMETHIO NO-]
...
[Too late. He opens the bottle and drinks as much as he can from it in one go.]
*Indy nearly spits his own beer out in surprise. He wasn’t expecting Amethio to actually do that. Indy could’ve sworn that Amethio was like… not 21 or older… he couldn’t quite remember how old Amethio was… he was too drunk to think…*
[Amethio made a small face at the taste. It was horrible. How did people drink this stuff...]
...
[Only a few seconds later, the bottle slipped from his hands and he collapsed onto the ground, completely asleep. Lightweight...]
*Indy blinks groggily, his mind struggling to process what just happened.*
Did he just…?
*Indy sighs and puts his bottle down. Then he picks Amethio up and sits him up on the couch.*
Lightweight… hic-!
[He doesn't even react. He's completely out.]
*Indy plops down on the couch next to Amethio, taking another swig of beer. He’s handling a lot even though he’s never drank before.*
[He's still asleep. He looks...completely normal, however. You would expect someone's face to be flushed, or have a strange expression when they're drunk, but Amethio looks the same as ever, if you ignore the fact that he's unconscious.]
*Indy pokes him with his bottle.*
Did I kill him…? Hic-! Dammit… how am I gonna hide the body when I’m wasted…
[He shifts slightly.]
*Indy pokes him again, mumbling something about digging a hole in his backyard to hide the body.*
[He slowly opens his eyes.]
Eh…? You’re alive, thank Arceus… hic-! I was getting worried bro… hic-!
[He sits up straight, looking around. He looks slightly confused until his eyes land on Indy, and the bottle still in Indy's hand. He looks...angry, kind of. He doesn't really have much of an expression at the moment at all, but anger is the closest description.]
...put that down.
*Indy groans, still refusing to put it down.*
Great, you’re still insistent on that. I already told you, no. Hic—!
[He frowns. The expression he has right now is probably the closest he'll get to pouting.]
...I said, put that down!
[His voice is still completely normal, but the way he's talking is incredibly...childish?]
*Indy doesn’t notice Amethio’s childish behavior yet. He’s too drunk.*
Gah, fuck off, dude. I’m not putting it down… hic-!
...hm.
[He turns his head away, huffing. Again, with the childish behavior.]
*Indy ignores him, finishing his bottle and slamming it down on the table.*
Augh…. this stuff’s strong… I’ve already had 3… hic-!
[Amethio frowns again and pushes the rest of the ones on the table away from Indy's reach.]
No more for you.
*Indy groans, reaching for more anyways…*
But my beer… hic-!
[He pushes his hand away.]
No more for you!
[Now it's kind of obvious that he's behaving weirdly.]
*Indy growls, very pissed. But he doesn’t try to reach for any more.*
Ugh, what is your damn problem… hic-! It’s not like I’m a lightweight……
[He huffs again, turning away. He still doesn't let Indy reach the bottles.]
*Indy crosses his arms, mad that Amethio won’t let him drink any more beer.*
[He pushes the bottles as far away as he can before relaxing slightly.]
*Soon, Indy dozes off… the liquor must have done a number on him…*
[Amethio looks at him curiously, before reaching out and poking his face. Yep, very strange behavior from him.]
*Indy keeps snoozing.*
[He continues to poke at Indy's face, seeming completely immersed in whatever his goal was.]
*Indy stirs a bit, his eyebrows furrowing in irritation… but he remains asleep.*
[Poke poke. He keeps doing that. No clue why. Only Amethio knows.]
*Indy instinctively smacks Amethio’s hand away, mumbling something about pesky roaches…*
[He frowns, looking...strangely dejected.]
*Indy keeps snoozing, his arm resting on his chest now.*
[He reaches out again, this time pinching Indy's cheek softly.]
*Indy doesn’t react yet.*
[More soft pinching.]
*Indy groans a bit, rolling over to face away from Amethio.*
[He looks sad again, looking away. He has a somewhat good idea. He should get some things ready for once Indy wakes up!]
*Indy keeps snoozing, the alcohol’s effects slowly but surely weakening…*
[He goes over to the kitchen. He can walk just fine too, somehow. It's only his behavior that's strange.]
...
[He looks around for a glass to fill with water for Indy.]
*Theres no glasses, but there are a lot of paper cups lying around with cute cartoony Tauros on them.*
[He takes one, trying to fill it up using the sink. Water somehow ends up splashing...everywhere.]
*Indy stirs a bit from the noise. The water sounds reminded him of Aqua…*
[He looks apologetic but doesn't bother cleaning up the water before returning to the room with the water for Indy when he wakes up.]
*Indy suddenly sits up, as if he just woke up from a nightmare.*
AQUA NO—!!
[Amethio jumps slightly, startled.]
*Indy looks around the room, clutching his chest. A tear rolls down his cheek.*
G-gah…. huff…. Aqua….
*He starts to sob into his hands.*
[Amethio looks confused, shifting closer on the couch to Indy.]
...?
*Indy continues sobbing into his hands. It’s clear that he misses Aqua…*
...
[He still looks confused, but he inches closer and hugs Indy. Hugs make people feel happy, right?]
*Indy tenses up for a second, before his crying eventually dies down. He hugs Amethio back, burying his face into Amethio’s shoulder.*
Sniffle… sorry… I just kinda broke down there…
...why is Indy sad?
[He continues to hug Indy, still looking slightly confused.]
Because…
*He sniffles.*
My Pokémon ran away… and I miss him…
Oh…
[He hugs him tighter.]
Indy should not be sad. Indy’s Pokemon will return soon, right?
I… I don’t think he will…
Do you wanna know why…?
Mhm.
[He nods, looking curious.]
Because I used my Strong Sphere too many times on him… and I think he really hated it…
I saw one of Nidothing’s videos that said that Strong Spheres destroy the bond between trainer and Pokémon… but I didn’t believe it…
This is all my fault, isn’t it… Aqua hates me now…
[Amethio looks offended that Indy would even say that about himself.]
This is not Indy’s fault! Your Pokemon could never hate you!
*Indy starts to cry again. He clenches his fists in self-hatred.*
No, it’s totally my fault! It’s my fault that Aqua ran away! He even tackled me before escaping! He hates me, I know he does!
[He looks even more offended.]
Indy’s Pokemon could never hate Indy! Never!
Don’t you understand?! You didn’t see the way he looked at me when he tackled me. I broke our bond, and he deserves to hate me…
Heck, he deserves a better trainer…
[Amethio looked even more mad at him, doing that same pout-like frown again.]
Indy is a good trainer! Indy’s Pokemon cannot hate Indy!
*Indy groans, letting go of the hug and leaning back on the couch. He’s more annoyed than sad now…*
How can I possibly believe you when I can’t even believe myself?
[Amethio gives him a pleading look.]
Please believe me. Indy is not a bad trainer!
[He’s trying to be helpful, but he’s probably just being annoying…]
*Indy finally starts to notice how childish Amethio is being.*
Ugh… are you okay bro? Why are you acting like a pouty child…?
[He tilts his head.]
I am fine?
*Indy already feels the hangover headaches coming on.*
No you’re not… I think you’re drunk…
Drunk?
[He tilts his head again, looking confused.]
Yes, drunk. You had some of my beer, remember…?
...?
[He still seemed confused. It was probably starting to get irritating...]
*Indy rubs his head, grumbling in pain.*
Agh, my head…
[He jumps up immediately.]
Does Indy need water?
[He quickly grabs the water he got for Indy before and hands it to him.]
*Indy looks up, taking the water.*
Oh, thank you…
*He drinks it and sighs.*
[He sits down again, watching Indy with great interest.]
*Indy eyes Amethio, kind of confused by his childish behavior. Amethio sure as hell didn’t look drunk… but it must’ve been the alcohol, right…?*
[He doesn't stop staring with wide, interested eyes.]
*Indy finishes the water and sets it down on the coffee table.*
Are you gonna stare at me all day or what?
...?
[He makes a confused noise before looking away. If Indy didn't want him to watch him, then he wouldn't.]
*Indy yawns, before grabbing the TV remote and flicking it on.*
How about I just put a cartoon on for you while you sober up?
[He perks up slightly.]
*Indy flips though the channels until it lands on a SpongeBob episode.*
What do you think of this?
[He looks confused again. He has no idea what that is.]
Just give it a chance. It’s funny.
*Indy insists. He’s gonna enjoy watching it too. Because Spunch Bop is peak and adults watch it too.*
Okay.
[If Indy liked it, he'd watch it.]
*The episode plays. It’s utterly hilarious, with jokes and puns and silly scenes.*
*Even Indy laughs at some of them.*
[Amethio is watching extremely intently, eyes sparkling. He's enjoying it, clearly.]
*The episode ends, and an ad starts playing.*
What did you think of that, Amethio? Did you like it?
Mhm.
[He nods, looking happy.]
*The commercial ends, and the next episode starts playing.*
*Unfortunately for Indy, the next episode happened to be the one where Gary ran away from home, much to SpongeBob’s dismay.*
[Amethio seems to be watching this episode with the same amount of interest.]
*Things start out normal at first.*
*Until the scene when SpongeBob realizes that Gary is gone. As SpongeBob is freaking out and crying, Indy can’t help but feel… guilty. Guilty that Aqua ran away and it was all his own fault.*
...?
[Amethio looks towards Indy, looking a bit worried when he sees him looking guilty.]
Indy?
*Indy suddenly turns the TV off and stands up.*
Sorry, I think I need some fresh air.
Indy? Please, do not go!
[He stands up as well, grabbing Indy's arm and giving him that pleading look again.]
*Indy yanks his arm free from Amethio’s grip and leaves the living room, going outside.*
…
[Indy's phone buzzes.]
Indy. I heard something happened. Are you alright?
- @explorer-amethio
*Indy takes his phone and reads the message, before throwing his phone in the trash.*
*His Rotom Phone flies off, sounding pretty pissed.*
[He waits. The notification stays on read. He sighs, typing again.]
Indy, I do not care what you say. I am coming over.
[True to his words, a few minutes later he's knocking on Indy's door.]
*Indy groans as he sits up, stumbling his way over to the door. He opens it, still holding a beer bottle in one hand.*
Hic—! Huh… what do you want… hic-
...?!
[He looks stunned.]
Indy...?
[He steps in, not caring if Indy protested to that.]
You have been drinking...
*Indy stumbles back into his living room and flops on his couch, not caring if Amethio came in or not.*
So what if I have…? Hic— it’s not like I’m addicted… hic—
[He sighs.]
This is not good for you.
[He looks around at how many bottles Indy had bought.]
And having this much is dangerous.
Nuh uh. No it ain’t. Hic—!
I’m fine… this is just… hic-! A coping mechanism…
[He shot Indy a sharp look.]
Indy, put that bottle down. You have already had too much.
*Indy glares at Amethio.*
You can’t tell me what to do. Hic-!
*He takes another swig.*
Put it down, Indy.
Hic-!
No.
[He looks around. His eyes land on the rest of the bottles on the table. This was a horrible idea. A really bad idea. But he was going to do it.]
Indy.
[He picks up one of the bottles.]
If you do not put that bottle down, I will drink as well. Do you want that, hm?
Y-you wouldn’t dare. Hic-!
*Indy stutters as he hiccups again. But he makes no move to put his bottle down…*
Oh, I very well would. Now choose. :)
[Bad idea. Horrible idea, Amethio.]
*Indy scoffs, taking another swig from his bottle. The alcohol is affecting his mind, making him lose all common sense…*
Fuckin’ do it. Chicken.
[His eye twitches.]
Fine. I will.
[BAD IDEA AMETHIO NO-]
...
[Too late. He opens the bottle and drinks as much as he can from it in one go.]
*Indy nearly spits his own beer out in surprise. He wasn’t expecting Amethio to actually do that. Indy could’ve sworn that Amethio was like… not 21 or older… he couldn’t quite remember how old Amethio was… he was too drunk to think…*
[Amethio made a small face at the taste. It was horrible. How did people drink this stuff...]
...
[Only a few seconds later, the bottle slipped from his hands and he collapsed onto the ground, completely asleep. Lightweight...]
*Indy blinks groggily, his mind struggling to process what just happened.*
Did he just…?
*Indy sighs and puts his bottle down. Then he picks Amethio up and sits him up on the couch.*
Lightweight… hic-!
[He doesn't even react. He's completely out.]
*Indy plops down on the couch next to Amethio, taking another swig of beer. He’s handling a lot even though he’s never drank before.*
[He's still asleep. He looks...completely normal, however. You would expect someone's face to be flushed, or have a strange expression when they're drunk, but Amethio looks the same as ever, if you ignore the fact that he's unconscious.]
*Indy pokes him with his bottle.*
Did I kill him…? Hic-! Dammit… how am I gonna hide the body when I’m wasted…
[He shifts slightly.]
*Indy pokes him again, mumbling something about digging a hole in his backyard to hide the body.*
[He slowly opens his eyes.]
Eh…? You’re alive, thank Arceus… hic-! I was getting worried bro… hic-!
[He sits up straight, looking around. He looks slightly confused until his eyes land on Indy, and the bottle still in Indy's hand. He looks...angry, kind of. He doesn't really have much of an expression at the moment at all, but anger is the closest description.]
...put that down.
*Indy groans, still refusing to put it down.*
Great, you’re still insistent on that. I already told you, no. Hic—!
[He frowns. The expression he has right now is probably the closest he'll get to pouting.]
...I said, put that down!
[His voice is still completely normal, but the way he's talking is incredibly...childish?]
*Indy doesn’t notice Amethio’s childish behavior yet. He’s too drunk.*
Gah, fuck off, dude. I’m not putting it down… hic-!
...hm.
[He turns his head away, huffing. Again, with the childish behavior.]
*Indy ignores him, finishing his bottle and slamming it down on the table.*
Augh…. this stuff’s strong… I’ve already had 3… hic-!
[Amethio frowns again and pushes the rest of the ones on the table away from Indy's reach.]
No more for you.
*Indy groans, reaching for more anyways…*
But my beer… hic-!
[He pushes his hand away.]
No more for you!
[Now it's kind of obvious that he's behaving weirdly.]
*Indy growls, very pissed. But he doesn’t try to reach for any more.*
Ugh, what is your damn problem… hic-! It’s not like I’m a lightweight……
[He huffs again, turning away. He still doesn't let Indy reach the bottles.]
*Indy crosses his arms, mad that Amethio won’t let him drink any more beer.*
[He pushes the bottles as far away as he can before relaxing slightly.]
*Soon, Indy dozes off… the liquor must have done a number on him…*
[Amethio looks at him curiously, before reaching out and poking his face. Yep, very strange behavior from him.]
*Indy keeps snoozing.*
[He continues to poke at Indy's face, seeming completely immersed in whatever his goal was.]
*Indy stirs a bit, his eyebrows furrowing in irritation… but he remains asleep.*
[Poke poke. He keeps doing that. No clue why. Only Amethio knows.]
*Indy instinctively smacks Amethio’s hand away, mumbling something about pesky roaches…*
[He frowns, looking...strangely dejected.]
*Indy keeps snoozing, his arm resting on his chest now.*
[He reaches out again, this time pinching Indy's cheek softly.]
*Indy doesn’t react yet.*
[More soft pinching.]
*Indy groans a bit, rolling over to face away from Amethio.*
[He looks sad again, looking away. He has a somewhat good idea. He should get some things ready for once Indy wakes up!]
*Indy keeps snoozing, the alcohol’s effects slowly but surely weakening…*
[He goes over to the kitchen. He can walk just fine too, somehow. It's only his behavior that's strange.]
...
[He looks around for a glass to fill with water for Indy.]
*Theres no glasses, but there are a lot of paper cups lying around with cute cartoony Tauros on them.*
[He takes one, trying to fill it up using the sink. Water somehow ends up splashing...everywhere.]
*Indy stirs a bit from the noise. The water sounds reminded him of Aqua…*
[He looks apologetic but doesn't bother cleaning up the water before returning to the room with the water for Indy when he wakes up.]
*Indy suddenly sits up, as if he just woke up from a nightmare.*
AQUA NO—!!
[Amethio jumps slightly, startled.]
*Indy looks around the room, clutching his chest. A tear rolls down his cheek.*
G-gah…. huff…. Aqua….
*He starts to sob into his hands.*
[Amethio looks confused, shifting closer on the couch to Indy.]
...?
*Indy continues sobbing into his hands. It’s clear that he misses Aqua…*
...
[He still looks confused, but he inches closer and hugs Indy. Hugs make people feel happy, right?]
*Indy tenses up for a second, before his crying eventually dies down. He hugs Amethio back, burying his face into Amethio’s shoulder.*
Sniffle… sorry… I just kinda broke down there…
...why is Indy sad?
[He continues to hug Indy, still looking slightly confused.]
Because…
*He sniffles.*
My Pokémon ran away… and I miss him…
Oh…
[He hugs him tighter.]
Indy should not be sad. Indy’s Pokemon will return soon, right?
I… I don’t think he will…
Do you wanna know why…?
Mhm.
[He nods, looking curious.]
Because I used my Strong Sphere too many times on him… and I think he really hated it…
I saw one of Nidothing’s videos that said that Strong Spheres destroy the bond between trainer and Pokémon… but I didn’t believe it…
This is all my fault, isn’t it… Aqua hates me now…
[Amethio looks offended that Indy would even say that about himself.]
This is not Indy’s fault! Your Pokemon could never hate you!
*Indy starts to cry again. He clenches his fists in self-hatred.*
No, it’s totally my fault! It’s my fault that Aqua ran away! He even tackled me before escaping! He hates me, I know he does!
[He looks even more offended.]
Indy’s Pokemon could never hate Indy! Never!
Don’t you understand?! You didn’t see the way he looked at me when he tackled me. I broke our bond, and he deserves to hate me…
Heck, he deserves a better trainer…
[Amethio looked even more mad at him, doing that same pout-like frown again.]
Indy is a good trainer! Indy’s Pokemon cannot hate Indy!
*Indy groans, letting go of the hug and leaning back on the couch. He’s more annoyed than sad now…*
How can I possibly believe you when I can’t even believe myself?
[Amethio gives him a pleading look.]
Please believe me. Indy is not a bad trainer!
[He’s trying to be helpful, but he’s probably just being annoying…]
*Indy finally starts to notice how childish Amethio is being.*
Ugh… are you okay bro? Why are you acting like a pouty child…?
[He tilts his head.]
I am fine?
*Indy already feels the hangover headaches coming on.*
No you’re not… I think you’re drunk…
Drunk?
[He tilts his head again, looking confused.]
Yes, drunk. You had some of my beer, remember…?
...?
[He still seemed confused. It was probably starting to get irritating...]
*Indy rubs his head, grumbling in pain.*
Agh, my head…
[He jumps up immediately.]
Does Indy need water?
[He quickly grabs the water he got for Indy before and hands it to him.]
*Indy looks up, taking the water.*
Oh, thank you…
*He drinks it and sighs.*
[He sits down again, watching Indy with great interest.]
*Indy eyes Amethio, kind of confused by his childish behavior. Amethio sure as hell didn’t look drunk… but it must’ve been the alcohol, right…?*
[He doesn't stop staring with wide, interested eyes.]
*Indy finishes the water and sets it down on the coffee table.*
Are you gonna stare at me all day or what?
...?
[He makes a confused noise before looking away. If Indy didn't want him to watch him, then he wouldn't.]
*Indy yawns, before grabbing the TV remote and flicking it on.*
How about I just put a cartoon on for you while you sober up?
[He perks up slightly.]
*Indy flips though the channels until it lands on a SpongeBob episode.*
What do you think of this?
[He looks confused again. He has no idea what that is.]
Just give it a chance. It’s funny.
*Indy insists. He’s gonna enjoy watching it too. Because Spunch Bop is peak and adults watch it too.*
Okay.
[If Indy liked it, he'd watch it.]
*The episode plays. It’s utterly hilarious, with jokes and puns and silly scenes.*
*Even Indy laughs at some of them.*
[Amethio is watching extremely intently, eyes sparkling. He's enjoying it, clearly.]
*The episode ends, and an ad starts playing.*
What did you think of that, Amethio? Did you like it?
Mhm.
[He nods, looking happy.]
*The commercial ends, and the next episode starts playing.*
*Unfortunately for Indy, the next episode happened to be the one where Gary ran away from home, much to SpongeBob’s dismay.*
[Amethio seems to be watching this episode with the same amount of interest.]
*Things start out normal at first.*
*Until the scene when SpongeBob realizes that Gary is gone. As SpongeBob is freaking out and crying, Indy can’t help but feel… guilty. Guilty that Aqua ran away and it was all his own fault.*
...?
[Amethio looks towards Indy, looking a bit worried when he sees him looking guilty.]
Indy?
*Indy suddenly turns the TV off and stands up.*
Sorry, I think I need some fresh air.
"Indy, did you really go and get drunk on cheap beer? I know you're upset but this... Could you have done anything better?"
( @totally-not-friede )
*Indy groans as he reaches for yet another bottle.*
“Whatever. Don’t care. Hic—!”
He picks it up.
"Enough of that. You could hae at least gotten something easier for you..."
*Indy tries to get the bottle back, annoyed.*
“That’s… hic-! Mine! Give it… back…!”
He holds it up above his head.
"You don't need anymore, you're already out of it."
*Indy grabs Citrine’s shoulders, trying to hoist himself up and grab the bottle.*
“I need more! Hic—! Give it back, I paid for it! Hic-!”
"You clearly don't."
Citrine leans back slightly, trying to make it harder for Indy.
"What has gotten into you?"
*Indy growls, drunk as hell and still trying to reach for the bottle. Citrine’s larger, taller frame makes it harder to get, though.*
“Ugh… hic-! Shut up… give it back!”
"Indy."
His voice was more stern.
"Sit down."
*Indy ignores him and keeps trying to reach for the beer.*
“One more, just one… hic-! One more bottle… I’m not even that drunk…”
*It’s clear that he’s very very drunk.*
"It's clear to me, one more was a while ago."
He steps away from Indy.
"You're going to hurt yourself."
*Indy blinks a few times, as if his mind was just registering that Citrine was in his house.*
“Wait…. hic-! How did you get in my house…?”
". . . Uh, you left the back door open."
He wasn't going to mention the open upstairs window.
*Indy believes him. He was too drunk to think properly anyways.*
“Augh… please can I have my beer back now…? Hic—!”
"Nope." He directs Indy to sit down again.
"And this stuff is awful anyway."
*Indy finally sits down, plopping down onto his couch with his arms crossed.*
“Hic-! Just let me have my fun… it’s none of your business what I drink… hic-!”
"It is when it's cheap piss... Is this about Aqua?"
*Indy freezes, his expression turning guilty.*
“H-how did you know…? Hic-!”
[Indy's phone buzzes.]
Indy. I heard something happened. Are you alright?
- @explorer-amethio
*Indy takes his phone and reads the message, before throwing his phone in the trash.*
*His Rotom Phone flies off, sounding pretty pissed.*
[He waits. The notification stays on read. He sighs, typing again.]
Indy, I do not care what you say. I am coming over.
[True to his words, a few minutes later he's knocking on Indy's door.]
*Indy groans as he sits up, stumbling his way over to the door. He opens it, still holding a beer bottle in one hand.*
Hic—! Huh… what do you want… hic-
...?!
[He looks stunned.]
Indy...?
[He steps in, not caring if Indy protested to that.]
You have been drinking...
*Indy stumbles back into his living room and flops on his couch, not caring if Amethio came in or not.*
So what if I have…? Hic— it’s not like I’m addicted… hic—
[He sighs.]
This is not good for you.
[He looks around at how many bottles Indy had bought.]
And having this much is dangerous.
Nuh uh. No it ain’t. Hic—!
I’m fine… this is just… hic-! A coping mechanism…
[He shot Indy a sharp look.]
Indy, put that bottle down. You have already had too much.
*Indy glares at Amethio.*
You can’t tell me what to do. Hic-!
*He takes another swig.*
Put it down, Indy.
Hic-!
No.
[He looks around. His eyes land on the rest of the bottles on the table. This was a horrible idea. A really bad idea. But he was going to do it.]
Indy.
[He picks up one of the bottles.]
If you do not put that bottle down, I will drink as well. Do you want that, hm?
Y-you wouldn’t dare. Hic-!
*Indy stutters as he hiccups again. But he makes no move to put his bottle down…*
Oh, I very well would. Now choose. :)
[Bad idea. Horrible idea, Amethio.]
*Indy scoffs, taking another swig from his bottle. The alcohol is affecting his mind, making him lose all common sense…*
Fuckin’ do it. Chicken.
[His eye twitches.]
Fine. I will.
[BAD IDEA AMETHIO NO-]
...
[Too late. He opens the bottle and drinks as much as he can from it in one go.]
*Indy nearly spits his own beer out in surprise. He wasn’t expecting Amethio to actually do that. Indy could’ve sworn that Amethio was like… not 21 or older… he couldn’t quite remember how old Amethio was… he was too drunk to think…*
[Amethio made a small face at the taste. It was horrible. How did people drink this stuff...]
...
[Only a few seconds later, the bottle slipped from his hands and he collapsed onto the ground, completely asleep. Lightweight...]
*Indy blinks groggily, his mind struggling to process what just happened.*
Did he just…?
*Indy sighs and puts his bottle down. Then he picks Amethio up and sits him up on the couch.*
Lightweight… hic-!
[He doesn't even react. He's completely out.]
*Indy plops down on the couch next to Amethio, taking another swig of beer. He’s handling a lot even though he’s never drank before.*
[He's still asleep. He looks...completely normal, however. You would expect someone's face to be flushed, or have a strange expression when they're drunk, but Amethio looks the same as ever, if you ignore the fact that he's unconscious.]
*Indy pokes him with his bottle.*
Did I kill him…? Hic-! Dammit… how am I gonna hide the body when I’m wasted…
[He shifts slightly.]
*Indy pokes him again, mumbling something about digging a hole in his backyard to hide the body.*
[He slowly opens his eyes.]
Eh…? You’re alive, thank Arceus… hic-! I was getting worried bro… hic-!
[He sits up straight, looking around. He looks slightly confused until his eyes land on Indy, and the bottle still in Indy's hand. He looks...angry, kind of. He doesn't really have much of an expression at the moment at all, but anger is the closest description.]
...put that down.
*Indy groans, still refusing to put it down.*
Great, you’re still insistent on that. I already told you, no. Hic—!
[He frowns. The expression he has right now is probably the closest he'll get to pouting.]
...I said, put that down!
[His voice is still completely normal, but the way he's talking is incredibly...childish?]
*Indy doesn’t notice Amethio’s childish behavior yet. He’s too drunk.*
Gah, fuck off, dude. I’m not putting it down… hic-!
...hm.
[He turns his head away, huffing. Again, with the childish behavior.]
*Indy ignores him, finishing his bottle and slamming it down on the table.*
Augh…. this stuff’s strong… I’ve already had 3… hic-!
[Amethio frowns again and pushes the rest of the ones on the table away from Indy's reach.]
No more for you.
*Indy groans, reaching for more anyways…*
But my beer… hic-!
[He pushes his hand away.]
No more for you!
[Now it's kind of obvious that he's behaving weirdly.]
*Indy growls, very pissed. But he doesn’t try to reach for any more.*
Ugh, what is your damn problem… hic-! It’s not like I’m a lightweight……
[He huffs again, turning away. He still doesn't let Indy reach the bottles.]
*Indy crosses his arms, mad that Amethio won’t let him drink any more beer.*
[He pushes the bottles as far away as he can before relaxing slightly.]
*Soon, Indy dozes off… the liquor must have done a number on him…*
[Amethio looks at him curiously, before reaching out and poking his face. Yep, very strange behavior from him.]
*Indy keeps snoozing.*
[He continues to poke at Indy's face, seeming completely immersed in whatever his goal was.]
*Indy stirs a bit, his eyebrows furrowing in irritation… but he remains asleep.*
[Poke poke. He keeps doing that. No clue why. Only Amethio knows.]
*Indy instinctively smacks Amethio’s hand away, mumbling something about pesky roaches…*
[He frowns, looking...strangely dejected.]
*Indy keeps snoozing, his arm resting on his chest now.*
[He reaches out again, this time pinching Indy's cheek softly.]
*Indy doesn’t react yet.*
[More soft pinching.]
*Indy groans a bit, rolling over to face away from Amethio.*
[He looks sad again, looking away. He has a somewhat good idea. He should get some things ready for once Indy wakes up!]
*Indy keeps snoozing, the alcohol’s effects slowly but surely weakening…*
[He goes over to the kitchen. He can walk just fine too, somehow. It's only his behavior that's strange.]
...
[He looks around for a glass to fill with water for Indy.]
*Theres no glasses, but there are a lot of paper cups lying around with cute cartoony Tauros on them.*
[He takes one, trying to fill it up using the sink. Water somehow ends up splashing...everywhere.]
*Indy stirs a bit from the noise. The water sounds reminded him of Aqua…*
[He looks apologetic but doesn't bother cleaning up the water before returning to the room with the water for Indy when he wakes up.]
*Indy suddenly sits up, as if he just woke up from a nightmare.*
AQUA NO—!!
[Amethio jumps slightly, startled.]
*Indy looks around the room, clutching his chest. A tear rolls down his cheek.*
G-gah…. huff…. Aqua….
*He starts to sob into his hands.*
[Amethio looks confused, shifting closer on the couch to Indy.]
...?
*Indy continues sobbing into his hands. It’s clear that he misses Aqua…*
...
[He still looks confused, but he inches closer and hugs Indy. Hugs make people feel happy, right?]
*Indy tenses up for a second, before his crying eventually dies down. He hugs Amethio back, burying his face into Amethio’s shoulder.*
Sniffle… sorry… I just kinda broke down there…
...why is Indy sad?
[He continues to hug Indy, still looking slightly confused.]
Because…
*He sniffles.*
My Pokémon ran away… and I miss him…
Oh…
[He hugs him tighter.]
Indy should not be sad. Indy’s Pokemon will return soon, right?
I… I don’t think he will…
Do you wanna know why…?
Mhm.
[He nods, looking curious.]
Because I used my Strong Sphere too many times on him… and I think he really hated it…
I saw one of Nidothing’s videos that said that Strong Spheres destroy the bond between trainer and Pokémon… but I didn’t believe it…
This is all my fault, isn’t it… Aqua hates me now…
[Amethio looks offended that Indy would even say that about himself.]
This is not Indy’s fault! Your Pokemon could never hate you!
*Indy starts to cry again. He clenches his fists in self-hatred.*
No, it’s totally my fault! It’s my fault that Aqua ran away! He even tackled me before escaping! He hates me, I know he does!
[He looks even more offended.]
Indy’s Pokemon could never hate Indy! Never!
Don’t you understand?! You didn’t see the way he looked at me when he tackled me. I broke our bond, and he deserves to hate me…
Heck, he deserves a better trainer…
[Amethio looked even more mad at him, doing that same pout-like frown again.]
Indy is a good trainer! Indy’s Pokemon cannot hate Indy!
*Indy groans, letting go of the hug and leaning back on the couch. He’s more annoyed than sad now…*
How can I possibly believe you when I can’t even believe myself?
[Amethio gives him a pleading look.]
Please believe me. Indy is not a bad trainer!
[He’s trying to be helpful, but he’s probably just being annoying…]
*Indy finally starts to notice how childish Amethio is being.*
Ugh… are you okay bro? Why are you acting like a pouty child…?
[He tilts his head.]
I am fine?
*Indy already feels the hangover headaches coming on.*
No you’re not… I think you’re drunk…
Drunk?
[He tilts his head again, looking confused.]
Yes, drunk. You had some of my beer, remember…?
...?
[He still seemed confused. It was probably starting to get irritating...]
*Indy rubs his head, grumbling in pain.*
Agh, my head…
[He jumps up immediately.]
Does Indy need water?
[He quickly grabs the water he got for Indy before and hands it to him.]
*Indy looks up, taking the water.*
Oh, thank you…
*He drinks it and sighs.*
[He sits down again, watching Indy with great interest.]
*Indy eyes Amethio, kind of confused by his childish behavior. Amethio sure as hell didn’t look drunk… but it must’ve been the alcohol, right…?*
[He doesn't stop staring with wide, interested eyes.]
*Indy finishes the water and sets it down on the coffee table.*
Are you gonna stare at me all day or what?
...?
[He makes a confused noise before looking away. If Indy didn't want him to watch him, then he wouldn't.]
*Indy yawns, before grabbing the TV remote and flicking it on.*
How about I just put a cartoon on for you while you sober up?
[He perks up slightly.]
*Indy flips though the channels until it lands on a SpongeBob episode.*
What do you think of this?
[He looks confused again. He has no idea what that is.]
Just give it a chance. It’s funny.
*Indy insists. He’s gonna enjoy watching it too. Because Spunch Bop is peak and adults watch it too.*
Okay.
[If Indy liked it, he'd watch it.]
*The episode plays. It’s utterly hilarious, with jokes and puns and silly scenes.*
*Even Indy laughs at some of them.*
[Amethio is watching extremely intently, eyes sparkling. He's enjoying it, clearly.]
*The episode ends, and an ad starts playing.*
What did you think of that, Amethio? Did you like it?
Mhm.
[He nods, looking happy.]
*The commercial ends, and the next episode starts playing.*
*Unfortunately for Indy, the next episode happened to be the one where Gary ran away from home, much to SpongeBob’s dismay.*
[Amethio seems to be watching this episode with the same amount of interest.]
*Things start out normal at first.*
*Until the scene when SpongeBob realizes that Gary is gone. As SpongeBob is freaking out and crying, Indy can’t help but feel… guilty. Guilty that Aqua ran away and it was all his own fault.*
[Indy's phone buzzes.]
Indy. I heard something happened. Are you alright?
- @explorer-amethio
*Indy takes his phone and reads the message, before throwing his phone in the trash.*
*His Rotom Phone flies off, sounding pretty pissed.*
[He waits. The notification stays on read. He sighs, typing again.]
Indy, I do not care what you say. I am coming over.
[True to his words, a few minutes later he's knocking on Indy's door.]
*Indy groans as he sits up, stumbling his way over to the door. He opens it, still holding a beer bottle in one hand.*
Hic—! Huh… what do you want… hic-
...?!
[He looks stunned.]
Indy...?
[He steps in, not caring if Indy protested to that.]
You have been drinking...
*Indy stumbles back into his living room and flops on his couch, not caring if Amethio came in or not.*
So what if I have…? Hic— it’s not like I’m addicted… hic—
[He sighs.]
This is not good for you.
[He looks around at how many bottles Indy had bought.]
And having this much is dangerous.
Nuh uh. No it ain’t. Hic—!
I’m fine… this is just… hic-! A coping mechanism…
[He shot Indy a sharp look.]
Indy, put that bottle down. You have already had too much.
*Indy glares at Amethio.*
You can’t tell me what to do. Hic-!
*He takes another swig.*
Put it down, Indy.
Hic-!
No.
[He looks around. His eyes land on the rest of the bottles on the table. This was a horrible idea. A really bad idea. But he was going to do it.]
Indy.
[He picks up one of the bottles.]
If you do not put that bottle down, I will drink as well. Do you want that, hm?
Y-you wouldn’t dare. Hic-!
*Indy stutters as he hiccups again. But he makes no move to put his bottle down…*
Oh, I very well would. Now choose. :)
[Bad idea. Horrible idea, Amethio.]
*Indy scoffs, taking another swig from his bottle. The alcohol is affecting his mind, making him lose all common sense…*
Fuckin’ do it. Chicken.
[His eye twitches.]
Fine. I will.
[BAD IDEA AMETHIO NO-]
...
[Too late. He opens the bottle and drinks as much as he can from it in one go.]
*Indy nearly spits his own beer out in surprise. He wasn’t expecting Amethio to actually do that. Indy could’ve sworn that Amethio was like… not 21 or older… he couldn’t quite remember how old Amethio was… he was too drunk to think…*
[Amethio made a small face at the taste. It was horrible. How did people drink this stuff...]
...
[Only a few seconds later, the bottle slipped from his hands and he collapsed onto the ground, completely asleep. Lightweight...]
*Indy blinks groggily, his mind struggling to process what just happened.*
Did he just…?
*Indy sighs and puts his bottle down. Then he picks Amethio up and sits him up on the couch.*
Lightweight… hic-!
[He doesn't even react. He's completely out.]
*Indy plops down on the couch next to Amethio, taking another swig of beer. He’s handling a lot even though he’s never drank before.*
[He's still asleep. He looks...completely normal, however. You would expect someone's face to be flushed, or have a strange expression when they're drunk, but Amethio looks the same as ever, if you ignore the fact that he's unconscious.]
*Indy pokes him with his bottle.*
Did I kill him…? Hic-! Dammit… how am I gonna hide the body when I’m wasted…
[He shifts slightly.]
*Indy pokes him again, mumbling something about digging a hole in his backyard to hide the body.*
[He slowly opens his eyes.]
Eh…? You’re alive, thank Arceus… hic-! I was getting worried bro… hic-!
[He sits up straight, looking around. He looks slightly confused until his eyes land on Indy, and the bottle still in Indy's hand. He looks...angry, kind of. He doesn't really have much of an expression at the moment at all, but anger is the closest description.]
...put that down.
*Indy groans, still refusing to put it down.*
Great, you’re still insistent on that. I already told you, no. Hic—!
[He frowns. The expression he has right now is probably the closest he'll get to pouting.]
...I said, put that down!
[His voice is still completely normal, but the way he's talking is incredibly...childish?]
*Indy doesn’t notice Amethio’s childish behavior yet. He’s too drunk.*
Gah, fuck off, dude. I’m not putting it down… hic-!
...hm.
[He turns his head away, huffing. Again, with the childish behavior.]
*Indy ignores him, finishing his bottle and slamming it down on the table.*
Augh…. this stuff’s strong… I’ve already had 3… hic-!
[Amethio frowns again and pushes the rest of the ones on the table away from Indy's reach.]
No more for you.
*Indy groans, reaching for more anyways…*
But my beer… hic-!
[He pushes his hand away.]
No more for you!
[Now it's kind of obvious that he's behaving weirdly.]
*Indy growls, very pissed. But he doesn’t try to reach for any more.*
Ugh, what is your damn problem… hic-! It’s not like I’m a lightweight……
[He huffs again, turning away. He still doesn't let Indy reach the bottles.]
*Indy crosses his arms, mad that Amethio won’t let him drink any more beer.*
[He pushes the bottles as far away as he can before relaxing slightly.]
*Soon, Indy dozes off… the liquor must have done a number on him…*
[Amethio looks at him curiously, before reaching out and poking his face. Yep, very strange behavior from him.]
*Indy keeps snoozing.*
[He continues to poke at Indy's face, seeming completely immersed in whatever his goal was.]
*Indy stirs a bit, his eyebrows furrowing in irritation… but he remains asleep.*
[Poke poke. He keeps doing that. No clue why. Only Amethio knows.]
*Indy instinctively smacks Amethio’s hand away, mumbling something about pesky roaches…*
[He frowns, looking...strangely dejected.]
*Indy keeps snoozing, his arm resting on his chest now.*
[He reaches out again, this time pinching Indy's cheek softly.]
*Indy doesn’t react yet.*
[More soft pinching.]
*Indy groans a bit, rolling over to face away from Amethio.*
[He looks sad again, looking away. He has a somewhat good idea. He should get some things ready for once Indy wakes up!]
*Indy keeps snoozing, the alcohol’s effects slowly but surely weakening…*
[He goes over to the kitchen. He can walk just fine too, somehow. It's only his behavior that's strange.]
...
[He looks around for a glass to fill with water for Indy.]
*Theres no glasses, but there are a lot of paper cups lying around with cute cartoony Tauros on them.*
[He takes one, trying to fill it up using the sink. Water somehow ends up splashing...everywhere.]
*Indy stirs a bit from the noise. The water sounds reminded him of Aqua…*
[He looks apologetic but doesn't bother cleaning up the water before returning to the room with the water for Indy when he wakes up.]
*Indy suddenly sits up, as if he just woke up from a nightmare.*
AQUA NO—!!
[Amethio jumps slightly, startled.]
*Indy looks around the room, clutching his chest. A tear rolls down his cheek.*
G-gah…. huff…. Aqua….
*He starts to sob into his hands.*
[Amethio looks confused, shifting closer on the couch to Indy.]
...?
*Indy continues sobbing into his hands. It’s clear that he misses Aqua…*
...
[He still looks confused, but he inches closer and hugs Indy. Hugs make people feel happy, right?]
*Indy tenses up for a second, before his crying eventually dies down. He hugs Amethio back, burying his face into Amethio’s shoulder.*
Sniffle… sorry… I just kinda broke down there…
...why is Indy sad?
[He continues to hug Indy, still looking slightly confused.]
Because…
*He sniffles.*
My Pokémon ran away… and I miss him…
Oh…
[He hugs him tighter.]
Indy should not be sad. Indy’s Pokemon will return soon, right?
I… I don’t think he will…
Do you wanna know why…?
Mhm.
[He nods, looking curious.]
Because I used my Strong Sphere too many times on him… and I think he really hated it…
I saw one of Nidothing’s videos that said that Strong Spheres destroy the bond between trainer and Pokémon… but I didn’t believe it…
This is all my fault, isn’t it… Aqua hates me now…
[Amethio looks offended that Indy would even say that about himself.]
This is not Indy’s fault! Your Pokemon could never hate you!
*Indy starts to cry again. He clenches his fists in self-hatred.*
No, it’s totally my fault! It’s my fault that Aqua ran away! He even tackled me before escaping! He hates me, I know he does!
[He looks even more offended.]
Indy’s Pokemon could never hate Indy! Never!
Don’t you understand?! You didn’t see the way he looked at me when he tackled me. I broke our bond, and he deserves to hate me…
Heck, he deserves a better trainer…
[Amethio looked even more mad at him, doing that same pout-like frown again.]
Indy is a good trainer! Indy’s Pokemon cannot hate Indy!
*Indy groans, letting go of the hug and leaning back on the couch. He’s more annoyed than sad now…*
How can I possibly believe you when I can’t even believe myself?
[Amethio gives him a pleading look.]
Please believe me. Indy is not a bad trainer!
[He’s trying to be helpful, but he’s probably just being annoying…]
*Indy finally starts to notice how childish Amethio is being.*
Ugh… are you okay bro? Why are you acting like a pouty child…?
[He tilts his head.]
I am fine?
*Indy already feels the hangover headaches coming on.*
No you’re not… I think you’re drunk…
Drunk?
[He tilts his head again, looking confused.]
Yes, drunk. You had some of my beer, remember…?
...?
[He still seemed confused. It was probably starting to get irritating...]
*Indy rubs his head, grumbling in pain.*
Agh, my head…
[He jumps up immediately.]
Does Indy need water?
[He quickly grabs the water he got for Indy before and hands it to him.]
*Indy looks up, taking the water.*
Oh, thank you…
*He drinks it and sighs.*
[He sits down again, watching Indy with great interest.]
*Indy eyes Amethio, kind of confused by his childish behavior. Amethio sure as hell didn’t look drunk… but it must’ve been the alcohol, right…?*
[He doesn't stop staring with wide, interested eyes.]
*Indy finishes the water and sets it down on the coffee table.*
Are you gonna stare at me all day or what?
...?
[He makes a confused noise before looking away. If Indy didn't want him to watch him, then he wouldn't.]
*Indy yawns, before grabbing the TV remote and flicking it on.*
How about I just put a cartoon on for you while you sober up?
[He perks up slightly.]
*Indy flips though the channels until it lands on a SpongeBob episode.*
What do you think of this?
[He looks confused again. He has no idea what that is.]
Just give it a chance. It’s funny.
*Indy insists. He’s gonna enjoy watching it too. Because Spunch Bop is peak and adults watch it too.*
Okay.
[If Indy liked it, he'd watch it.]
*The episode plays. It’s utterly hilarious, with jokes and puns and silly scenes.*
*Even Indy laughs at some of them.*
[Amethio is watching extremely intently, eyes sparkling. He's enjoying it, clearly.]
*The episode ends, and an ad starts playing.*
What did you think of that, Amethio? Did you like it?
Mhm.
[He nods, looking happy.]
*The commercial ends, and the next episode starts playing.*
*Unfortunately for Indy, the next episode happened to be the one where Gary ran away from home, much to SpongeBob’s dismay.*
