Lambency (Ingo x Reader)

52. The Light in his Heart (II)

"(NAME)! (NAME)!", Ingo shouts as loud as he can.

Lady Sneasler is walking next to him, fully alert, while Probopass and Sneasel are standing on guard in front of them.

What if I do not have what it takes to save anyone?

Aah...

That omnipresent feeling of loneliness, I... I am tired of it.

I do not need it.

I do not want (Name) to leave me behind!

"(NAAAME)!"

Please, do not let them be here... I beg you...

Sinnoh, Dialga or Palkia, whoever you might be named...

Arceus

If there is a God

I pray... Because...

Sneasel hisses and spits as a wild Pokémon is approaching. Probopass immediately repels it using Rock Throw.

I am scared

I am scared for (Name)

I am scared of myself.

"Keep your head, gentleman! It is no time to wallow in self-defeating thoughts! We must push forward and find (Name)! Let us accelerate!"

Ingo stops in his track, confused.

"... Who are you?"

He inspects the area around him, but there is no other human being. Lady Sneasler cocks her head to the side with curiosity.

"... Alakazam?", he wonders. But there is no response.

He feels dizzy and touches his forehead before slowly letting his hand slide to his torso. He shuts his eyes.

"Fret not, you are not alone. Ride with us! My partner and I will take you to your destination safe and sound."

When he opens his eyes again, it is as if, suddenly, he had been sent to a new place.

It is dark

But there is a young man and a strange-looking Pokémon standing in front of him.

The man is approximately the same height as him, but Ingo is under the impression that the other person looks taller than him because he is holding himself straight and exudes self-confidence.

His clothes are like nothing Ingo has ever seen before. The stranger is wearing a black and white suit with a purple jabot neckwear and ruffles, as well as a large assorted tailcoat. He owns an elegant top hat and carries a lantern. Is that... a Sygna suit?

A Pokémon that looks like a candelabra is floating next to the man. Purple flames are burning from the top of its head and the wicks on its branches.

Ingo is admirative and cannot avert his eyes from them.

"Good day, Sir. Is that... a Chandelure?", he asks.

"Greetings, gentleman! And why, yes, you are correct! Are you familiar with those Pokémon?", the other man politely enquires.

"No, it is my first time laying my eyes on them. But my friend (Name)--"

He suddenly remembers that he is looking for you.

"Please, I beseech you! Help me find my friend (Name) who is lost somewhere in this space-time distortion!"

"That is very fortunate! I also happen to be looking for that very same person! Very well, let us collaborate!"