Killer Whales

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using spanish numbers cuz i need to practice my language sure i know most of my numbers but idc. also personification is such a good tool i love using it sm. also Ash's flashbacks are somewhat gorey and dark so warning for that.

Tw // small suicidal ideation ( extremely brief and possibly unnoticeable ), blood, gore (?), flashbacks, accidental self harm , panic attacks
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His breath hitched aa the blonde-haired girl hid behind him. He brushed the girl's hands off his shoulders as discreetly as possible. She's scared of the Pokemon. Strange. She denied it. She denied her fear, she denied her memories. He's seen it in himself. (The nightmares of being turned to stone, the only memory of him living on as a statue, laying down in the middle of Pallet Town) The girl, Lillie, is hiding behind him, afraid of touching the Tauros. It's weird. Pokemon are the only thing that keep him safe. Keep him alive. And she's scared of them? He can't judge. He's scared of the color red; how could he blame Lillie for being scared of Pokemon? He's scared of the Pokemon move confuse ray; how could he judge Lillie for not being able to touch Pokemon?

"I'm sorry! You came out of the forest so quickly like that! I couldn't stop." She has long green hair wrapped up in two pigtails. A crown made of flowers and grass is on her head. She wears overalls over a pink shirt. Next to her is the same blue-haired girl that was fishing on the Lapras.

"Thing is, Lillie can't touch Pokèmon," another voice said. He turns his head. The boy is short. He has orange hair and a Pokèmon he's never seen before in his hand.

"I can touch them! Theoretically, that is! If i really, really wanted to! I just choose not to!" And, boy if that wasn't familiar. He can look someone in the eyes without seeing red, he just doesn't want to. He can teach his Pokèmon confuse ray, he just doesn't want to. Its strange. (Because sometimes he really does want to. But his throat clogs up and he sees the red, the vines, the sun. The scorching hot sun. It feels like the moon's spirit has been killed. Been burned at the hands of evil. And the sun is glaring at the world for making it disappear in favor of the moon. It burns and hurts—) His breath hitches. He clenches his hands into blood-drawing fists, nails piercing his skin and letting out thick red liquid seep out of the crescent shaped cuts. (The red vines that sprout out from the ground, destroying everything in their path and creating symphonies of children crying and people screaming. The vines that lead an orchestra of terrified screeches that are supposed to be beautiful violins. Blood spattering instead of peaceful flutes. People crying instead of stunning cellos. An orchestra of evil. The sun and vines had tainted it with red, corrupting the instruments. The red spreading across the entire world like a blanket. REDREDREDRED—)

"—if you want. Uh. Hey? Are you... alright?" He feels a thick substance dripping from his hands. (Blood dripping from his wrists, running down his arms before staining his clothes with a deep crimson—) "Uh...? Kid? Are you okay?"

He tries to muster up enough fake happiness when he responds. "Uh.. Y- Yeah! Yeah. I'm doing great!"

"You're bleeding!" A quiet voice says. The blue-haired one.

He looks down at his hands.

"Oh, God!" the green one shouts. He flinches. "Come on! We'll patch that up!" She grabs his wrist. His breath hitches. He quickly pulls his wrist out of her grip and cradles it next to his chest. "Sorry! Did I hurt you?"

"I want to leave," Ash mumbles. "I can patch them up myself."

Pikachu nuzzles his cheek, small sparks running through his skin. "Um. Okay? It'll be better for Principal Oak to bandage them, though!"

"I'll be fine."

"Come on! You must be in a lot of pain! Principal Oak has a lot of experience dealing with injuries!"

"Uh... I- I can do it myself."

"It'll hurt if you do it by yourself!" The blue-haired girl says softly.

He doesn't like when people touch him. His breath hitches. "I'll go with you... but please let me bandage them myself?"

"Okay. We can do that!"

"Thank you," he breathes out.
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In Kanto you are considered an adult by the time your ten. You are considered old enough to marry, drink, drive, and, of course, go on a Pokemon journey. You can go on Pokemon journey at any age in any region, but in Kanto you can do everything else a twenty-one year old can do in any other region. This rule has been put into question thousands of times, but no one in the region if Kanto seems to have a problem with it. Ash does not have a problem with this. He doesn't. (Perhaps... he does. They shouldn't send of ten year old kids to save the worl—) He's thinking wrong. It happens a lot. His thoughts. They stray away from the parallel path that fate set them on and overlap. The simple thought that should've finished with a specific emotion straying away from that and mutating into a dark and twisted memory of the pain and that shot up his body.

"—Ash?" See? An example. He fell into the gloomy memories. The dark pen that chased him around all his life catches up to him, painting his skin and mind with the flashbacks. (It's different. He sees a blue blob lying on the floor. His hands feel numb. Numb. He wants to feel numb.) "Ash!"

He makes a small noise. It comes out as a pained grunt. "Ash! Stop it! You're going to tear the bandages!"

(Numb. It's what he feels when he's falling, a white and blur blue falling next to him. He feels the wind rushing past his ears and running it's way along his hair. He feels like the whole world has slowed down. It's beautiful. Numb. When his back hits the water he is reminded of reality. The ocean's cold hands wrapping his body in icy fingers and slamming him onto the hard water. He sinks into the blue liquid before—)

"Ash!"

(HE JUST WANTS TO FEEL NUMB. NUMBNUMBNUMBNUMB—)

"Ash!"

(WHERE IS THE RED COMING FROM.)

"Ash! Ash, look at me!"

(YOU ARE ONE OF THE CHOSEN ONES, ASH. YOU ARE ONE OF THE CHOSEN ONES, ASH.YOU ARE ONE OF THE CHOSEN ONES, ASH. CHOSENONECHOSENONECHOSENONECHOSENONE—)

"Breathe, Ash, just breathe."

"I- I can't," he choked out. (BREATHEBREATHEBREATHE—)

"Ash! Look at me!" He meets the voices eyes. (REDREDREDREDRED—) A scream rips through his mouth. "Ash!"

"No!" The Chosen one screams, hands clawing at his chocolate-colored eyes. "I can't do this anymore! Please... I'm tired."

The Chosen one, chains wrapped around his heart and rooting him to the ground, cries. The Chosen one stares at the Z-ring that was gifted to him by the Island Deity, Tapu Koko. The Chosen one cries. He screams and screeches. He doesn't want this life. He doesn't want any life.

"I want to go home," the sun-kissed boy sobs. "I want to go home."

"We'll go home, Ash. I promise. We'll go home."

"Home?"

"We'll go home."
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he goes home. i dont like the first part of this chapter but its alright. sorry for any spelling mistakes i rushed through this a little bit.