@miraiconnection
because im gonna throw more on the mountain of our stuff
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Ash huffed, taking a seat on a log near by. He hadn't been traveling all that long, his journey just starting out not long ago. He looks over at the beloved starter of his, his Pikachu sitting in a tree nearby munching on an apple it found. He loved it, though. He loved seeing Kanto, loved all the moments of his travels so far. Most of them, anyways. He met two new friends who seem to be pretty good companions.
There's Misty, who is a girl, but kind of tough. She can be mean, too, but she's not all that bad if she's on your side. And then there's Brock. Brock can cook good food, and he seems to bring everything in his backpack. He always seems ready. Sure it wasn't his ideal outcome of traveling with Gary like they said they were going to do when they were six. It's better, because aside from Misty's snide remarks, they're fun.
Except not today. Ash has woke up on the wrong side of his sleeping bag. He's woken up to probably the worst dysphoria he has ever had. As he glances at himself in a puddle of water, he tugs on a long raven piece of hair that's falling longer than Misty's. Squirming, Ash twists it up to his hat, frowning more at the way his shirt is tugging on his frame. Eyes watering, he clambers into the tent they were all sharing not too long ago. He's glad his friends know his secret.
"Brocko," Ash says, poking at the boy. "Mist," Ash adds, poking her too. He needs one of them to wake up.
