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This Love of Ours

Here’s a peek into the storyline of Pokémon Mixtape! We’re changing it up from the normally cheerful tradition with this horror-filled game.

His body and mind craved attention, however, something he hadn’t felt on his cold skin in some time. He wanted her love, her touch. He didn’t want her to look at anyone else the same way she looked at him. When the time came and she asked if she could take him home, he gleefully agreed, wagging his tail. She told him she was going to take him to paradise and build the perfect world with him by her side.

He didn’t realize that this entailed more abuse, however. When she took him home she gave him a dog collar, chained him to the wall, made him eat out of a bowl. Her so-called love was like a knife. She kept him in a dark room, made him defecate on newspapers like some dog, broke him down further. When he was good she rewarded him - kisses and warm skin and baths and real food - and when he was bad he was whipped, spanked, left cold and dirty in the darkness. He learned quickly because his mother had once worked the same way, and he was already trained to please from the years and years he suffered under her. Love in its many forms came with a price. Evelyn demanded his utter obedience and loyalty, and when he served she loved him tenderly like a lover would, calling him pet-names and whispering in his ear sweet-nothings. He was already too far in to know right from wrong. Team Gamma’s foundations were built.

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Defensive Measures

This blurb is focused on you and your rival Apollo meeting. Just a heads up, the fanmade game is for teens and up and does contain foul language, gore, and sexual references. Bear these in mind while reading!

Please enjoy!

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“Isn’t that outfit a little inappropriate? You’re kind of dressed like a sl-”

It was the first time you had ever hit someone. Apollo recoiled, cupping his nose, crimson blossoming between his fingers and dripping down his arm.

“What the actual-” He spits a mouthful of blood onto the concrete below before looking up at you in shock. “You hit me!”

You’re surprised too, but more angry than anything, insulted and annoyed. “Don’t you EVER fucking call me a slut. This is my fucking body, and I can dress it however I want. These crop top and shorts make me feel confident and like how I look, for fucking ONCE, so don’t go insulting my look, asshole.”

Apollo, on his part, looks embarrassed. He tilts his head up to staunch the bleeding, pinching his nose with his forefinger and thumb. You cross your arms, annoyed, and then angrily ask,

“Do you need a tissue?”

He is quiet for a moment, and then mutters a soft little “Yes,” without making eye contact. You take him by the elbow and lead him to the nearest bench, gesturing him to sit down. You pull an unused tissue from your back pocket and hand it to him, which he promptly wads up and holds up against his nose. It’s quiet again, and then finally, he speaks up again.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. We just met, and here I am insulting you. Definitely not a good first impression.”

“It’s whatever. Like, I know my outfit is kind of scandalous. I get it. But I’m capable of protecting myself. As you can see.” You smile slightly, and he smiles back.

“Oh yeah I can. I’ve never been punched by a girl before. But it was for a good reason, I think.”

“You should be honored, it was my first time punching someone as well.”

He laughs, and pulls away the tissue, wiping any excessive blood away before putting the bloodied tissue into his own pocket. “Let’s start over. I’m Apollo.”

You shake his hand jokingly. “I’m Y/N. Nice to meet ya, Apollo.”

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The Burning of Aprilia

The Tragedy in the Making

Another glimpse into the beginning of the story! More blurbs on their way - we’ll give you an inside look on the characters and events in the game even before its release!

Enjoy!

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You walk into the burned remains of the town, arms wrapped around yourself. The buildings are mere skeletons of what they once were - blackened stilts barely balanced in the ashes.

The first person you come across is crouched over a small hole she’s dug into the ashy dirt. The older woman’s gnarled hands are shaking as she digs.

“I came to bury them,” she says aloud, as if sensing you standing behind her. “But there’s nothing to bury. It should’ve taken me, too. That way I wouldn’t be alone now…”

You walk away quickly, leaving her to mourn in the ashes.

The next people you come across is a little boy crouched in the dust and a ranger standing over him trying to convince him to stand up.

“They’re gone,” the boy replies to something the ranger had said before your approach. “They’ll come back though, right? If I wait long enough, they’ll come back…”

The ranger notices you, and turns, his eyes heavy. “Everyone’s lost something,” he murmurs. “Everyone’s roots are tied back here - family, friends...I came here to help but I’m frozen by it too.”

He gestures to the boy in the dirt. “He won’t leave...No matter what I do or say, he won’t leave…”

“Did you find him like this?” You ask, hesitantly.

“No, he ran away from the center where all the survivors were being taken care of. Maybe...I’ll just have to leave him be until he’s ready. His body, soul, heart...it’s too young for such a tragedy.”

You continue on your way, breathing in the ashen air.

The next people you find are a young couple, standing hand in hand in the remnants of a building, the remaining beams poking up into the sky like blackened fingertips. The man’s face is blank, eyes dark, the woman’s still slick with fresh tears. She must hear the sound of your muffled footsteps because she begins speaking softly, though it’s unclear if she’s talking to her partner, you, or simply to herself.

“Isn’t it strange, thinking that somewhere people are still continuing with their lives like normal? That this feels like just another insignificant story on the news, untouchable to them?” She looks up into the clear blue sky, her chest visibly rising and falling. You can see the gray dust on her fingertips, as if she was trying to find something in the grave wasteland around you. “The sun is shining...yet it shouldn’t be. There shouldn’t be any light for such a disaster. The sun may continue to shine, but I don’t think its light will ever reach me again.”

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“It’s okay, Evie! Tomorrow is another day.”