Like I’ve said before -- Ecaflip has many children and never has any real connection with the women he eloped with most of the time, even if he sometimes comes back to them when he has time in his hands. He only felt something close to love with Kerubim’s mother, however the woman passed away.
He is the kind of shitty parent who rates his own kids. In fact, he has a whole dimension just to show who’s his favorite son. In Ecaflipus, there are little temples present, one for each of his children. The more elevated the temple is, the more loved he is -- Kerubim is on top. Two of his children, however, Yamcha and Ush, have their temples close to the ground. Ush’s actually touches it. That does not mean that he hates them -- but that he likes them the less.
It is incredibly hard to make Ecaflip angry. He takes everything as a joke and is able to laugh everything off, but to make him mad you really have to work for it. AND YOU DO NOT WANT TO MAKE ECAFLIP MAD.
While Ecaflip can be injust, it isn’t out of complete malice. As the god of Luck, he acts just like luck itself -- he’s unpredictable, and sometimes, it fucks you over without setting for an appointment first and it sucks. He has little compassion because of it.
“And now just leave my phone charging... Don’t forget to set up the alarm... Yeah, this should do it.”
The very last shirt had been neatly folded up, set it on the basket and tucked away in his bedroom. This was the very last chore had to get done with, before he could finally go to sleep- and just in time as well! There is nothing better than getting a few extra minutes of sleep.
2:50 am
That’s the hour he checks on his phone one last time, before placing it on his nightstand- plugging it on the charger turn off the lights, turn around in bed and fall soundly asleep.
One thing about Morty that should be noted is that- besides a select few, he almost never retrieves his pokemon to their pokeballs- nor keep them in his Storage system.
Since he only ever sleeps for 3 hours, the chances of his pokemon causing any trouble are pretty low. In fact the majority of them prefer to watch over their master, and in his Gengar’s case- he loves to just cuddle up to him and sleep for the remainder of the night.
However there are certain things that happen, which are even out of the ghost types’ control. More specifically- the fact that Chandelure’s flames lure in not just preys for it, but it tends to attract others of its kind- and it comes in bands.
At that night, not long after the gym leader had fallen asleep- a band of small Litwicks (more precisely 5) had showed up drawn in by the ghostly violet shade of Chandelure’s flames.
The once silent living room, was be soon filled up by the sound of many giggles- almost as if there were actual children in there. The candle like creatures greeted the other of their kind by waving their tiny arms, in response to it- Chandelure chimmed in a low tone.
If someone isn’t used to their kind, might think that Morty’s pokemon wasn’t happy in seeing the Litwicks. Even though their guess would be far from the truth.
Chandelures just lackthe notion and the ability to react like most pokemon.
After their greetings came to an end, the luring pokemon went on to resume whatever he was previously doing. Leaving the candles by themselves- which meant, they were free to explore the appartment. And there was a lot for these tiny creatures, as they roammed around- all while what appeared to be a form of hide and seek as well as tag.
Eventually their games led them into Morty’s bedroom, they could hear the human breathing- as well as Gengar’s snore. At first there didn’t seem to have anything interesting for them to try and mess with, until his phone’s screen lightened up all of the sudden- due to a notification.
And it successfully caught the Litwicks’ attention.
They quickly made their way towards the foreign object- what was that? It felt lukewarm, sturdy and quite heavy as well. Certainly they couldn’t move it. One of the Litwicks dared to press their face onto the screen, and it unlocked the phone!
There were even more colors as well as the brightness’ intensity grew!
At first it startled the little guys, but soon they started giggling- as they all gathered around the phone and started mimicking their friend’s motions.
Since their focus was on the phone, no one realised how the noise as well as the brightness was starting to surge an effect on the human- who in a matter of minutes started stirring awake.
What the Hell could be possibly happening?
Finally he had turned around in order to face the source of the noises- due to his half slumber state it took him awhile to make it out what he was looking at. The pokemon were still too focused on their game to realise that Morty had woke up, and fair enough their game would come to a force and abrupt end as the phone had been yanked out of them.
“Out! Get out! Shoo! Go away!”
The human yelled at the Litwicks, which would be accompanied by a loud hissing from his Gengar- promptly scaring the wild candles out of there.
Once that was dealt with, he could return to his slumber... Right?
His phone vibrated- which prompted him to look at it, right away his eyes jolted widely open.
It appeared that in a matter of minutes, those Litwicks managed to make 20 calls for Riley- who was at Sinnoh, as well as over 30 for Eusine. If that wasn’t enough, the pokemon managed to spam Clair’s phone with messages essentially waking her up- and they did a similar thing to his boss, Lance. Silver seemed to have come out of this without a single scratch- the Litwicks had only sent him 4 messages until they were stopped by him.
After seeing the damage these pokemon caused, Morty simply put the phone back on the nightstand- plugged it back to its charger. Laid back on the bed, and remained like that- staring at the ceilling.
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Professor Oak
It is interesting to note that- in my canon, Agatha isn’t from Pallet town so they didn’t meet when they were children, rather when they were at college.
A sour ending to perhaps, the only genuine friendship Agatha got to experience in her life. Their friendship was extremely strong, no doubts about that- to a point that she may have developped a possible crush on him. However, ultimately it never went anywhere.
She never got over the so called betrayal of her friend- the truth is that: Oak was on the right in not agreeing with the woman’s methods of treating/trainning pokemon.
Truth be said: at the time Agatha didn’t want it to end the way it did. However, in her eyes she believes it to be the only way things could have gone.
She took the whole incident to the personal side of things, that is a given. Her anger coats most of her memories of that time, she has forgotten the good times. Agatha has become unreasonable at the end of her life.
the washcloth starts shaking in his hands. anger, frustration and grief begin to build up and overflow within him, hot tears threatened to escape from his eyes. seeing his best friend's back bloodied and bruised pained him. there was nothing he could say or do to make this all go away. quickly he wraps his arms around morty's shoulders, pulling the other's back close to his chest, his own head resting on the crook of his neck. his body starts to tremble has he holds back chocking sobs
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It all looked extremely bad, didn’t it?
When was the last time he even had the guts, to look at himself in the mirror?
He doesn’t wish to support everything that Eusine was telling him, to feed him the evidences of the true horror- Morty was put through every night he met with his significant other.
Now, look at him- look at Eusine’s expression of utter pain. He shared the pain that Morty went through, just by looking at the scarred flesh- it was bloody and extremely messy.
The gym leader took a deep breath- as he had to hold himself back from crying, not because of his state- how low he has got in his life.
It was because of the way Eusine looked at him- oh how badly he just wanted to make him stop crying over him and the deplorable state- he brought upon himself.
He wished his friend would actually, listen to what he would say. He really did- if only because, they would soothe the man’s soul.
Despite everything that was taking place in it- the apartment was extremely quiet, not a single word had left them ever since Morty had arrived.
It was just them both, surrounded by the late night’s darkness and quietude.
As a friend weeps over the destructive path, the other is taking for his life.
