Some kidmas to counteract the gut wrenching angst I posted a few days ago :]
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Some kidmas to counteract the gut wrenching angst I posted a few days ago :]
Theif?
AU of an AU anyone?
Day 15: summer
This is what it’s felt like, tbh
Heya!
Looks like I can't get enough of the Klink line! With today's Sept-Ingo prompt, I couldn't help but think of the bros first receiving their Klinks as their starter Pokemon! Ingo's Klink liked him immediately in first hearing the enthusiastic sound of his voice!
I couldn't help but sneak Emmet in the back there hehe. I'm sure he wanted to battle with his bro the very second he got his hands on his own Pokemon!
(I think Ingo picked up his signature "bravo" phrase as a kid, but before he learned one of his most favorite words, he used other cute utterances such as "wowie!" and "gosh" and perhaps even a "gee willikers, mister!!". (His adult self might pull those out again once in a while XD).
When drawing their kiddy versions, I felt a bit lost on how to draw their hair! For inspiration, I looked at @noxstrages submas kid designs! Please take a look at it! They're so sweet!
I might take a better picture later. It's a bit late here, so I didn't take the time to clear up some smudges or fix the lighting. >>
Day 2: Friends/Family
Elesa and the boys just about to start their journey
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drayden and the creatures he takes care of
as children emmet and ingo were absolute MENACES
static electricity is fine, wax is a bigger problem
Ok. But thinking about the hell Kid Ingo must be going through with his brother missing. The argument is probably the biggest one they’ve ever had. And at first Ingo is not sorry and thinks the argument is Emmet’s fault. Emmet storming out of the house was childish; but he’ll be back.
Except, he doesn’t come back. Day turns into evening and Emmet doesn’t come back for dinner. Nobody’s seen him since sometime in the morning. By nightfall a search party has been formed by police and concerned neighbors. Maybe joined by a helpful traveling trainer or two.
Not sure where the boys live, but I’m imagining a small town surrounded by woods, which the kids are generally forbidden from exploring because dangerous Pokémon live in it. At least not without a partner Pokemon to protect them but even then it’d be risky unless said partner is well trained. The town is searched throughly but there is no sign of him. It is thought that he might have ran away into the woods, so the search expands to look for him there.
I imagine that at this age Emmet at least has his Tynamo. But it’s debatable if Emmet had it on him or not when he stormed out of the house. If not there’s the frantic thought that he’s out there defenseless. If yes, I imagine Tynamo was left behind when Emmet was sucked into the past and is found frantically crying out and searching for him, having maybe even witnessed what happened. It looks a little scuffed up and adults come to the conclusion Emmet was attacked by a wild Pokémon and Tynamo wasn’t enough to protect him.
At first there is hope he will be found quickly but a few days go by with no sign of him anywhere. It is generally assumed he met an unfortunate end and talks of holding a funeral start cropping up.
Ingo, in the midst of all this, starts getting referred to as Emmet’s brother, which gives him a taste of some of the things that lead to the argument from Emmet’s side.
Ingo is, of course, frantic with worry and now feels like the argument was all his fault. That it’s his fault Emmet is missing. His brother might be gone forever and the last thing Ingo said to him was that he hated him.
The reason Ingo might initially seek out Celebi is not to find his brother, but try to prevent the argument that lead to him storming out of the house to begin with.
OH MY GOD THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING
Buckle up y’all this is gonna be a long one
Ok so. Maybe Kid Ingo didn’t mean to go to the future at all. Maybe it was a mistake. He found Celebi but essentially has no idea how time travel is actually supposed to, you know, work. He intends to simply turn back time to a week in the past and prevent the argument but ends up accidentally jumping 20 years in the future instead.
He somehow ends up in Gear Station in modern-day Nimbasa City. He is completely disoriented and almost gets hit by an oncoming train in the first five minutes of being there because he appeared on the tracks. He knows immediately that he’s made a big mistake and is completely terrified because he doesn’t know where he is or even what year it is.
He ends up wandering around the station like a lost puppy for a while trying to get his bearings but it’s big and confusing and he doesn’t know his way out. There are plenty of people there but he is too scared to ask for directions because he knows he’ll sound crazy. All the while he can’t stop thinking about what he’s done. He doesn’t know how he got here; what if he can’t get back home? Why did he think this was a good idea in the first place? Oh god—what about his mother? When she discovers he’s gone she is going to be heartbroken because now she’s lost both of her twin sons, and how could he do that to her?
Eventually he becomes so confused and overwhelmed that he sits down on a bench and is about to start bawling into his hands when he spots a man in a white conductor uniform. When he sees him, something clicks in his mind. Somehow, this man looks familiar, and Ingo desperately wants to talk to him. He’s heading somewhere, and Ingo doesn’t know why, but he decides to follow.
He must be getting off for the day because Ingo follows him out of the station and into the streets of Nimbasa City. The sky is the dark shade of navy that it is just before fading into black, but the streets are well lit with colorful neon lights. Ingo doesn’t know what time it is; he doesn’t have a watch—but he finds it astonishing how many people are out in the streets at such an obviously late hour. He can hardly follow where the man goes in the crowd, but thankfully he is pretty recognizable so when he loses him he finds him again fairly quickly.
He follows him all the way until he digs a key into the door of a second-story apartment about a block from the station and disappears inside.
Ingo waits for a few minutes behind a hedge in indecision. His gut instinct is to go up and knock on the door until the man answers. But… what is he going to say to him? Why does he expect that this random guy can help him at all?
The sky is completely dark by the time that he decides to go with his gut. Besides, it’s not like he has much to lose at this point.
He knocks. And knocks. And knocks. After a couple minutes pass he wonders if he should stop. The man is probably suspects he’s trying to sell him something and doesn’t want to answer. He should probably give up and start thinking about how he’s going to get himself out of this mess.
He is just about to do just that when the door flies open.
“I told you already, I don’t want to—“ the man stops mid-sentence, shifting his eyes down. His eyes widen and his mouth falls open.
It’s then that Ingo finally figures out why he looks familiar. He is older, sure, but he’d recognize his eyes anywhere. It’s like looking into a mirror, after all.
“Emmet?” He asks, although he already knows.
“I… I am Emmet,” he stammers. “And you’re Ingo… and… what are you doing here?!”
Ingo considers the question but he doesn’t really know how to answer, and besides, he is too busy analyzing adult Emmet. He thinks finding him is a good thing, because if he’s an adult that must mean that he didn’t die out in the woods, right?
That or he is really, truly in neck deep trouble because he’s landed himself in an alternate universe.
A familiar smile stretches across his face. It looks a bit forced to Ingo. “You must be verrry tired,” he says, even though Ingo still hasn’t answered his question yet. “Why don’t you come in?”
Ingo accepts his offer, and steps into the apartment. As he’s looking around, adult Emmet turns off the tv in the living room, hastily discards several newspapers in the trash, and invites him to sit down on the couch. As soon as he does, he says, “Alright. This is the part where you tell me how you got here.”
Ingo is careful about phrasing how he found his way here. He tells Emmet that he was looking for him, that he found Celebi in the woods, and, thinking that it might be able to help him, used it to get here. He expresses how worried he and his mom are and how sorry he is for driving him away that night. He leaves out the part about him having no idea how he got here and equally no idea how to get back.
“Okay, look.” Emmet says once he’s done. “I appreciate you trying to find me. Really, I do. But here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to use that Celebi of yours to go back to where you came from. Wait a couple weeks and see what happens. Got it?”
While the words sink in, the fear and confusion that has been stewing in his chest all evening rises to the surface, and Ingo’s lip begins to tremble. Emmet notices the change in his expression almost immediately, and he’s just starting to say, “Oh no… don’t cry—“ when Ingo bursts into tears.
Emmet moves to sit next to him on the couch, and rubs his back and hands him tissues as he manages a blubbery confession in between bouts of hiccups and sobs. “T-the truth is… I-I have… no idea how to get back,” he says. “I’ve made a terrible mistake, and… and I don’t know if it c-can be fixed.”
“It can be fixed,” Emmet promises him. “It can always be fixed. And I’m going to help you fix it, okay? So don’t cry.”
This time when Emmet smiles, Ingo matches it with a wobbly smile of his own through a haze of tears. Emmet hugs him to his chest and Ingo buries his face in his shirt.
“We’re going to figure this out,” he promises. “Together.”
Ingo believes him.