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Richard & Cheri [ @goddessguardians ]Â
Richard felt tired. Alone and tired for the most part. He rubbed his eyes. Even though Cheri was sitting right next to him, chowing down on some berries, he had allowed himself to drift into thought. Cheriâs words became muffled; her image became blurry.
A new image had materialized; there was a younger version of himself-- he could tell because his glasses were gone. A Mr. Mime and a Gothitelle were conversing, whispering something together at Undella Bay, the waves eating up their words.
The Zoroark wanted to jump in-- he was their mutual friend. He wanted to talk to them, but he watched his younger self run all the way back to their hotel room, zooming away.
Looking towards the current Richard, the Gothitelle walked towards him, her image ethereal. Her lips parted and a voice that didnât belong to her echoed in his mind. The image began to swim, she was chanting âRichard, Richard, Richard!â
He woke up in a cold sweat.
âUhh-- Where-- who--â Richardâs eyes were wide. Oh, it was just Cheri. Did he worry her? Oh no. He didnât want that.
âYou were whimpering in your sleep,â Cheri whispered, rubbing his crooked back. âAre you okay?â
âIâm⊠just fine,â the Zoroark replied, looking down.
âOkay, well.. Iâm here if you wanna talk about it, okay?â She offered him a smile, continuing to rub his back.
âYeah, thanks. Just had a bad dream, thatâs all.â
But that dream felt more like a memory...
















