M E M O R I A - 1 | Where Dreams Go To Die

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"Yeah, mom, I got it. Ugh — yes, dad, I got everything. Will you two quit worrying so much?"

An unzipped bag was thrown to the ground and spilled all its contents. Labeled ziplock bags squeezed into freedom, some filled with small snacks like crackers and nuts, others full of sandwiches. A pair of jewel-like eyeballs fell over the spillage, and a tight frown slipped through her small lips.

"Holy... yes, yes, a million times yes! I'll be fine, mom!"

The human's hurried hands scoured through cabinets and drawers, pulling out things like batteries and medical supplies in a heap light enough to pack into a travel bag. There wasn't that much room anyway, not enough to ensure the trip would go off without a hitch. The human boy was expecting a few hiccups. Nothing more. A lost phone or dead batteries at some point or a shortage of food and drinks. He'd packed many little things that would last no longer than a few days, but he figured it wouldn't kill them to be hungry for a few hours on the way back from the trip.

"Fine, yeah," he spoke into the phone. "Love you guys too. We'll be back to town before your visit next week. Mmhmm. Got it. See ya."

The call ended on a sweet note, like always. His parents weren't the type to force petty things that might start fights into their son's ears. They were always quick and concise on the phone. Loved planning things, and especially loved making sure their boy, Florian, was safe, sound, and happy above all else.

"Finally," the boy groaned, throwing his partner an exhausted glance. His eyes beckoned hers, and she promptly returned the stare. "Ready to go, Invy?"

Standing at nearly six-feet, always doused in an air of authority and sternness — the boy's trusty, lifelong partner and companion, Meowscarada. Better known for her nickname, Invidia, but Florian had a knack for calling her Invy because the name had started sounding evil in his ears. Invidia. Definitely a villain's name.

The cherry on top was that the name was actually, seriously, evil by nature

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The cherry on top was that the name was actually, seriously, evil by nature. Invidia was no ordinary name, not even one Florian picked himself. His mom was an avid pursuer of knowledge pertaining to Greek and Roman roots. Gods and Goddesses and things of that caliber. Everywhere she went, she brought along wisdom of the deities and loved comparing them to different Pokémons' personalities.

On the day she chose the name from a list of Goddesses, she explained in full: "See this name? Sounds kinda mean, doesn't it? Well that's because it is. Invidia was a Roman Goddess thriving off envy. Oh! And in Christianity, she's one of the Seven Deadly Sins! Isn't that cool? Don't think I need to spell it out for you, but she was essentially resentment personified."

Because Invidia was, for some reason, naturally envious of most things she saw in the hands of other Pokémon, she gained the name for herself. Courtesy of Florian's nerdy mother. The boy stuck with the name ever since and Invy herself didn't seem to mind the implications.

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