Me: "Yes, I know I've betrayed you by starting another RedxBlue story without finishing the other two, but you might find that you enjoy this one the most, who knows? Comments, messages, etc. are begged for and appreciated! It lets me know how I'm doing, so I can improve for you in the future."
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Red squints into the sun as he sits on the beach with his letter in hand. He runs a hand through his stubble while he glances at the front of the envelope. There's something about Dewford that just makes time lull.
The handwriting on the front is pristine. All straight lines and 90 degree angles. What kind of person writes like that? Red thinks. He takes a deep breath in, the taste of the ocean on his tongue, and cracks open the back of the envelope.
Red pulls out a solitary sheet of professional stationary, white with a fancy border and lines to write on. More of the straight-edged writing waits for him on the page.
Dear Pen Pal, Red reads. Pen pal. Maybe not the form of address he would've chosen.
I'm not sure where to start, but, well, the pen pal agency or whatever didn't tell me your name, so maybe that's where you should start in your reply.
Why doesn't he start with his name? Red wonders.
The only information they gave me about you was the address to send the letter to, and I must admit, I did do some searching on the internet. You live at Dewford Hall in Dewford Town? I'm not judging, but isn't that like some fan club building or something? You can live at fan clubs?
Red snorts. "Not judging," that's exactly what someone's who's judging writes. Red glances up at Dewford Hall, casting a long shadow way down the beach. Live there? He shakes his head.
What's Hoenn like? I've never been. I'm stuck in the Galar region right now while I finish my doctorate, and the schoolwork, though necessary, is deadening. I am desperate for a distraction, which I suppose is why I'm writing you. That and I'm apparently very open to any suggestions that my friend, Yellow, makes.
If you're some psychopath or an idiot, don't bother replying. I'll live.
P.S. My name's Blue.
Sincerely,
Blue Oak
Red finishes off the rest of the letter with a smile on his face, which he supposes is a credit to the pen pal agency. He had figured, What the hell. Couldn't hurt. Ought to be entertaining. And, yes, it's turning out that way. Though he mostly thinks it's something in the Dewford air that convinced him to do it in the first place. He looks over at the long dock that seems to stretch on right to the horizon from this perspective, right across the whole day.
He gets his hands underneath him in the sand, letter clutched tight, and heaves himself up. He doesn't have a pen or paper on him. He'll have to ask the people at Dewford Hall. Great. He dusts the letter off on his jeans while he walks, knocking off loose grains of sand.
Pikachu, playing in the very shallowest of waves lapping up along the shore, notices him leaving and comes running. Red nods in acknowledgment as Pikachu falls into step beside him. He has an idea. "Wanna play a joke?" he asks. Pikachu's eyes shine with mirth. It's agreed then.
They come up alongside the entrance to Dewford Hall, and the boy there asks like always, "Hey, Red, heard any cool sayings lately?"
Red nods and swallows, getting ready to speak. "Color Club," he says, matter-of-fact. He gives the boy a nod, like, There.
"Color club?" the boy asks, trying the words out. He looks skeptical at first, but, predictably...The boy's mouth spreads out into a smile. "Color club is the coolest!" he chirps. Pikachu snickers its small laugh at Red's feet.
Red smiles back and heads inside. The boy trails in on his heels. Red walks up to someone sitting at the front desk. "Hey, Red," the woman greets him with a smile. He holds up the letter and gestures with it. "Need a pen and some paper?" she asks, thankfully bright.
Red nods.
She digs through a desk drawer while the boy comes up to the side of her desk and announces, "Hey, Janine, have you heard of Color Club?"
"No, Robby, I haven't," she returns. Then to Red, "Here, Red," she proffers some writing supplies, "Keep it. Some envelopes and postage, too. Think of it as thanks for getting that Tentacruel off the beach."
Red takes the items and offers her a gruff, "Thanks," in return.
"Color Club is the coolest!" the boy chirps to the woman.
"Must be," Janine offers him with a smile.
"Gotta go spread the word!" the boy throws over his shoulder as he runs off deeper into the building.
The woman gestures Red to an empty desk off to the side from hers. Red wanders over and takes a seat. Pikachu, curious, hops up on the desktop and peers over his work. He lays out the paper, just plain white like printer paper, and takes the pen to the top of the page.
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Letters to You (RedxBlue)
FanfictionAlola!Red and Blue have never met and just became penpals. Read to see how their story turns out. Excerpt: "Trying not to think of Blue, Red reasons, is like trying to hold your breath."
