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Bitch.
Are u okay, Mare? Abt the death thing? You don't seem happy. If its any condolence I genuinely thought u hated her. U had 2 hear the shadow pokemon screaming and hear her gloat abt it. idk how u could like somebody after tht
It's... really complicated.
I do hate her. Like, genuinely I despise her. I've listened to the screams of Shadow Pokemon and her gloating about it. I've seen those vidoes of the Shadowification process. For all intents and purposes we're diametrically opposed. There is no universe in which I can like her and also still be me.
And yet... I can't bring myself to be happy about her death. I can't celebrate like Marny or even feel ambivelant like Byrd. I can't even ignore it and move on with my life like Caleb.
The thing is, I knew Vic. And not in the same way that Ray and Honey knew her. They knew her before she revealed herself as Snagem leader. To them, that was a betrayal. But for me, that was just another bad guy that had to be beat up. I didn't get to know her until after she commited the atrocities.
The first time I had a real (online) conversation with her where she wasn't possessed by an evil Celebi I approached it like I would a normal conversation and it worked. As it turns out when you aren't throwing insults at her it's possible to actually talk to her like a regular human being. And obviously she wasn't pouring her heart out to me or anything but we traded banter and jokes.
You know, she's technically the reason I'm going to therapy. And I don't mean in a "she gave me trauma" kind of way, though she certainly did that, I mean that she said things that genuinely made me question my whole "I've gotta save people to be worth a damn" thing.
So yes, I hate Victoria Gonzap. I despise her with every fiber of my being. And we certainly weren't friends. But at the same time this was a person who I had spoken too. Heck, I'd even say I enjoyed some of the conversations we had. Does that make me a horrible person? I dunno. It's complex. Things are complex. And it's really hard to explain. But I guess that's just life, huh.
Oh man. There were pictures?? I took pictures last night? I have to delete all of these
Please stop killing people please stop being mean to eav ither please stop stop stop just stip no more. Please. No more.
You want my thoughts on it? She's coming back. People like that don't just stay gone. I dunno how, doesn't matter to me. Maybe she's got a clone locked away somewhere--maybe she's part of the plan of some cruel god--but she'll come back. In some way or another, whether any of us like it or not.
Can't wait for the whole Victoria Gonzap scenario to be added to the next edition of We Didn't Start The Fire.
<A video file is attached! Let me provide a transcript!>
<The video is filmed in what appears to be a tropical forest. Bathed in speckles of morning light with leaves and twigs caught in their blonde and green braid, Ray silently hacks through vines and thickets with their machete, pressing forward as though a machine. Their expression is unreadable, but the power and consistency in their movements speaks to a determination that's overridden their sense.
At one point, they pause, holding up their hand.
Ray: Hold... Amy? Did you hear me? I said...
They look over their shoulder. They're alone. It seems they accidentally left Amy behind at some point. The forest is eerily quiet in their presence. Not even bugs can be heard.
Ray: ... Shit. Can't turn back now. Sorry.
They turn back ahead and step to the side, shimmying around the edge of a concealed punji pit before continuing their determined march ahead. Pulling a rock from their pocket, they toss it ahead and set off an Ursaring trap laid in their path just before passing over it. They growl at the attempts to slow them down, their next few swings betraying their indignance.
After a while, they come to a small clearing in the brush. A footpath has been carved in the ground from the predictable routine of their target, meandering and weaving through the trees. They pull a compass from their pocket, checking the direction and thinking for a moment before looking down the path to the west.
They then grab. Me. Their grip is terrifyingly strong. The sunlight casts a glare on their goggles, obscuring their eyes completely. I can still feel their glare.
Ray: Techie. Get back in my pocket.
<Bzzt!? You knew I was-!?>
Ray: I said get back in. Now.
The video abruptly ends.>
<This transcript was provided by me, Techie! I'm a Rotom, so I might make mistakes! Let me know if I did a good job! :> And may the legends save me. >
HOW ARE YOU NOT PISSED AT AMY??? What the FUCK?! They killed your own fucking family!! You should get BACK at them dumbass!!
Do you really not fucking think I'm pissed??
Just. Being angry won't.. do anyway.
Ii hate to say this but I think Vic had this coming and I hate it
Ive felt it in my gut. For a long time. Something would catch up to her finally.
She was digging her own hole naturally and I can only wish I could've helped her out. Or stopped. I wish I was there. I wish i.took her Nd ran one day when she was little. back when I babysitted her. Before I ran so carelessly.