dark side of the moon ;; surge + red
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"It’s the same thing!” Red would shout if he wasn’t so out of breath, but he was and all he could manage was a “Hfrrrrffff!”
Arceus, why had he come here in the first place? Just because Lt. Surge called him? Yes. No, Surge just happened to call him when Red was on his way to Vermillion. His fist collided with the grass -- mind you, hay -- until he collapsed onto the solid object. ‘You stress me out the most,’ Red thought, trying hard to bring his limp arms to life by shaking them. He whimpered, seeing that it only made him even more sore, and wiped the sweat pouring down his face. It had only been a couple of minutes since he started hitting that thing. Was he always that weak? He was sure he’d have some muscle if he spent his time walking up and down Mt. Silver.
“I...already...know...how to...f-fight,” he said, trying to sit up by banging his head on the stack of hay. Though, if Red had to be completely honest, that punch he gave to that fiend, hurt.
“Why...did you...call...me, anyways?” Red finally asked him between his seemingly endless choir of panting. He would wonder about where and how Surge obtained his number, but if anyone asked his mother, she would happily give it to them. He just...hoped this wasn’t it.
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