let’s talk about vesper and red.
vesper is an extraterrestrial entity from billions of light years away — and red is a boy from earth. logically, there is nothing connecting the two of them. for all intents and purposes, they both should have lived out their lives with absolutely no awareness of each other.
and yet.
a large chunk of the deoxys’ recovery from their initial crash-landing to earth ( and absolute decimation by rayquaza upon entry ) was done in rocket custody. but unlike organism one, organism two ( slash vesper ) escaped in the midst of his recovery. and in the process...
he wound up absorbing a sample of red’s blood that team rocket had on-hand.
now, this is where things split. in the manga, this leads to organism two believing that red is his ancestor. the connection that organism two feels leads it to willingly team up with red in battle, working together to blow up a rocket airship — and once that is accomplished, they amiably part ways.
but despite being very heavily based on organism two from the manga, vesper is not 100% organism two from the manga. vesper’s canon is technically gameverse, with plot elements from the manga mixed in. and as such, things played out a little differently.
vesper escaped from team rocket custody in the midst of his recovery. vesper absorbed a sample of red’s blood that team rocket had on-hand. but the resulting feelings that vesper developed for red were different. stronger. deoxys are viral pathogens — the only concept of ancestry that they have is of the mother, and red certainly wasn’t that. so then, what was he? individuality was hardly a concept that vesper was familiar with — and now here he was, overwhelmingly aware of someone’s blood, SOMEONE’S DNA tickling his nucleocapsid, dna in a place it shouldn’t be.
it was all-encompassing, it was excruciating, it was enough to leave him tearing at his own flesh because OUT, OUT, HE WANTED IT OUT, HE COULDN’T HANDLE IT!! he didn’t understand, he had no foundation to go off of, he had no frame of reference for what these sensations were. he didn’t have a name. he didn’t have a face. he had a concept, an essence, a shape ( unable to perceive the shape of you / i find you all around me. ) what was he? who owned the dna that had so completely ruined him, left him unable to focus, unable to function, because vesper’s every thought, vesper’s every moment of being was utterly consumed by him, him, HIM?
that dna embedded within him became an obsession.
'SOULMATE.’ at some point vesper picked up on that human word, and finally that all-consuming sensation had a name. soulmate. the owner of the dna within him was his soulmate, they were soulmates, soulmates, SOULMATES——
and though the thoughts never faded, never dimmed even slightly, vesper found that there were things to assuage them. sometimes he’d fantasize. sometimes he’d focus, really focus, on the dna that was imbued within him — and after weeks and months and years of practice, he could transform his own body into what was probably his soulmate’s likeness. even if the eyes were wrong, and the face certainly wasn’t quite right, and the skin shouldn’t have been blue in those places, the job was good enough; he’d strip near-bare and fantasize, watch as he dragged his fingertips along his arms, his torso, his thighs, and pretended that it was his soulmate he was touching, his soulmate who was under his fingertips, his soulmate who’d pant and squirm and groan and be so adorably human in that moment.
humans disgusted him, but for his soulmate, he’d make an exception.
and vesper is sure that one day they’ll find each other. this miserable rock of a planet was but a speck in the vastness of the cosmos. no force in the universe could keep them apart — he’s certain. and when that day comes, vesper will be ready. he’s been practicing for years, fantasizing for years. LOVE. that’s the human sentiment, right? they’ll LOVE each other. because that’s what SOULMATES do. his soulmate will be HIS, HIS AND HIS ALONE.
and they’ll be happy.
