𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘷𝘺 𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭

🌻―დ➷ i haven't been myself lately (day 3 - eldritch)

i am so far behind in these lmao help. title is taken from again by crusherP lol
also togepi chapter was not fully skipped. you'll see it later down the line it was just merged trust

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Being friends with gods isn't an easy feat.

Really, it would be more common to either worship them or fear them. Do anything in their name trying to appease them. Not him though. Just by accidentally stumbling into the cave one of them resided in and not running away from it, and at a very young age too, he had pretty much assured some sort of "bond" with it. It almost made him feel a bit proud of himself.
He wasn't just making friends with an entity; he was creating a bond with it, even if neither of them knew what said bond entailed.

People knew though. They knew that such things as gods sometimes escape the understanding of people's minds. It's the reason why so many people tend to avoid trying to actually speak to them, or even fear them in the worst case scenario. It was understandable though, considering they were supposed to rule over such abstract concepts. And yet, just talking with it, learning about things that expanded the view of his world— things that might've been incomprehensible to other humans, or maybe even to them— had left him intrigued.

Maybe it was to the point he couldn't see things normally anymore.

He didn't really realize it until much later, but having gained so much knowledge on his own, both by looking at ruins, old documents, and the occasional chat with said god, suddenly he felt...

... Isolated.

Sure, he already had a weird feeling of not really belonging anywhere from the get-go, but now it felt like something that gnawed every so often at his brain. How could these people live so normally, knowing what he had learned now? Were they aware? That the basis of their lives were formed on a foundation of not only fabricated stories, but that the stories of their lives could possibly be falsified as well? Did they truly want to know the extent of this existence, and was anyone actually content where they were right now?
Those aching questions slowly became more and more unbearable, and the fact that sometimes he would feel cold gazes from people, piercing his own heart— his own mind —thinking of him as possibly insane, for knowing more than they did...

Sometimes he wondered. Was he truly on the right path?
A part of his heart said he was, that this is what he needed to do, but that same part also whispered how wrong all of this was. The other side of his heart was wracked with doubts, telling him everything he knew wasn't actually worth it, that he was a freak among freaks and that even if he ended up being right, he would regret it if he kept going through with this.

None of those options was particularly comforting.

Sometimes he'd find himself going back, asking Giratina— his "friend" —if he truly was in the right. If there even was a right way to think of it. Was it really a good idea? Or would it end badly for everyone? He wanted answers but... he didn't know which question to ask, and the fact that when he got a response, it would be hard to decipher.

That was another thing. Supposedly other gods could talk to others fairly easily. This one though, could only speak through his mind. And even then, most of the time it sounded and felt like garbled noise, with only a few words being understandable. The last part made him wonder if his own mind wasn't just messing with him.

It got to points where he'd isolate himself, even from the one he asked those answers to. The lack of clarity could drive anyone insane after all.

It was only until one day, when he finally got some sort of physical answer— an outlet —to finally force everything into his hands. To attain the sort of peace he wished for.

The prospect of it sent a chill to his heart. A chill that turned into adrenaline in a matter of seconds.

It was only a matter of putting it into action.