Whelp... Taggings...

While I'm at it

I may as well show y'all the one I had planned after that

Except it's a bit

Um

Incomplete

It ends horribly and there's no trace of Nobody

Sorry Chloe 😅

So...

Warning

It's long

And

Um

Anti-SketchHowlIt

In a way

I mean

Teari did replace Alive

So

It's kinda the same thing

But :\

Not :/

And yes, NOW I see the spelling and grammar errors in this and it just adds to the cringe

But I'm going to show you the exact original

Was I legit always this bad before!?

Ugh

Also I must warn you

It doesn't make sense without reading the earlier chapters and there may or may not be a dead brother

wahoo~

So

Just

Deal with it

Cause I wanna be extra

SO IMMA BE EXTRA

Warning, this is long af

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Tracey's POV
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"Lively." I said quietly in her ear.

"Meaah?" She grumbled, tightening her closed eyes a little.

"Lively." I whispered again softly. "Time to wake up." I shook her gently, like how- ...nevermind...

"Neeaah!" She grunted loudly in denial.

"Okay, okay." I said, backing away calmly, a smile relaxing on my face.

I got up and left the room, shutting the door behind me as I backed away, getting one last look at her. She smiled wide and snuggled up more in her sleep, making warmth sink into my cheeks before the door latched.

I sigh a heavy sigh. 'I missed her...but I can't have her back...' I thought negatively in my heart. '...but she didn't miss me...and probably didn't want me...'

I sat down at a table in the lobby of the Pokémon Center to clear my head. '...I know she went out of her comfort zone just to talk to me at first...but I don't even know what she really thought about me...'

I rubbed my temples, but it doesn't help. '...I guess she didn't have to be my friend, but she was anyway...I didn't even know why she would keep coming back...I liked it when she did, but I don't understand why...Why did she want to talk to me?...Why me??...What would a pretty girl like her want to talk to a shy 8 year old boy like I use to be?...'

"Are you okay young man?"

I look up to see a tall man with short, spiked, brown hair that was probably in his mid to upper thirties. He gave me a slightly pondering look, that became a slim smile.