Poké Oneshots [Requests Temporarily Closed]

Preciousmetal

Its finally here! Geez sorry about that.

Warning: this chapter contains strong language, mention of suicide, and angst, if you are not okay with these topics please refrain from reading.

This chapter was requested by Lana334442219

Enjoy.

Gold ran a hand through his hair, surveying his new dorm. Golden eyes scanned the outside of it, judging its worth. It didn't look that bad if he was honest, it wasn't the best of course, but it wasn't bad. Not only that but he was getting the dorm to himself.

He stepped inside, looking around the inside too. It was a nice cozy dorm, single bed, single bath, a small kitchen, just your average dorm. Gold couldn't believe that he had managed to get one by himself. It really was a dream come true.

There was a bed, and the kitchen was furnished, but he'd have to unpack his u-haul tomorrow. It was too late tonight.

He laid down on his bed, resting his eyes for a moment, before his stomach growled, beckoning him towards his kitchen. There was nothing currently in the fridge or the pantry, so he reached for his bag, pulling out a cup of instant ramen.

"Like a real college student already." He laughed to himself as he poured hot water into the cup.

"Yeah, just like every other shitty student here." Gold heard a faint whisper, it sounded distant, almost like someone far away had mumbled it under their breath.

He turned, looking around himself for the source, although he wasn't sure there was one. It had been quick, quiet, he was sure he had just imagined it, it was late and he was barely awake.

He continued what he was doing, eating the ramen before plopping into his bed, he'd brush his teeth in the morning.

...

"Hey." Gold heard a voice coming from somewhere around him, it sounded ethereal and pleasant.

"Hey." The voice became a little more stern, less pleasant than it had been originally. It belonged to a young man, Gold could tell that much, but no matter how much he looked around himself, he couldn't find its source, and every time he seemed to have a grasp of it, it seemed so far beyond his reach, as if they had brushed hands for a moment, but nothing more.

...

"Hey!" The voice rang clear and Gold jumped up from his bed, the light of the sum sun beaming through his window harsh on his eyes.

He looked around the room, scanning for the source of the noise, but found nothing. That had been one weird dream.

"What time is it?" He groaned, hauling himself out of bed to look at his phone, "Holy crap, I have twenty minutes!" Gold ran for his bag, pulling out a different set of clothes. His run for the door was halted when his mind (at least that's what he assumed it was) reminded him that he hadn't brushed his teeth.

"Idiot." The word ghosted out the door with him and he ran off to the entrance ceremony.

"Would you like to consider joining the cultural club?" People swarmed around Gold, pushing up against him in the mass of students.

"No thank you." He chuckled nervously, turning them down.

The ceremony was practically over, he just wanted to stay for the introduction. So he pushed his way through the crowd, trying to head back to the dorms.

He slid into his room, and sat down on his bed. He couldn't wait to actually pick a club. The sports club had seemed cool, so did the animal care program. He'd look into it tomorrow.