~Avery Grant~
It’s odd. The whole life thing. No matter how long one lives, it really never would feel like enough. There’s always something left unsaid or undone. There’s always a sliver of doubt. What if I would have done this, or what if I didn’t do that. And the worst part about it is, there will never be an answer to those questions. They’ll always be there, haunting you until those final few moments. Even the most oblivious fool is hit with such before meeting the end.
Avery could attest to that.
Onix swayed slightly, first to the left, then to the right. It had already won. Blue and Green were on their last feet. Avery was out of options himself. The battlescarred Onix reared back, preparing to demonstrate the true difference between their power. For Avery, this was the single most horrifying moment of his entire life.
But it was just another Tuesday for the Onix.
It struck forward.
Goodbye.Goodbye guys. We didn’t get to spend much time together, but you all seem nice. You’ll make it. I’m sure of it.Goodbye Mom. Dad. I’m sorry I couldn’t get a little bit farther. I tried but...I guess I just wasn’t good enough. You were right.Goodbye Green. I’m sorry for dragging you into this. But you just looked too delicious.Blue...Thanks. For...I’m so sorry.Avery returned both of his Pokemon. He didn’t know what would happen if the Pokeballs were destroyed with them in it...but he knew what would happen if they weren’t. Maybe...maybe they’d sleep. He liked to think that they got to dream in there. Even if there was only the slightest chance, he wanted to give his friends the opportunity. He owed them.
He closed his eyes.
Goodbye, world.
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Uh...world?
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Any minute now, world?
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Is this was death felt like? Because death didn’t feel any different.
That was...oddly disappointing. He was expecting a BOOM! BANG! CRUNCH! LUNCH! but instead he got a nothing.
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He chanced it. Avery opened an eye. Onix was gone. A pokeball upon the grass was the only hint of the dude’s existence.
“We’re not dead! Quick, hide or play dead, or something!”Avery’s eyes shot open and fixed on the voice.
Quietbro?
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Quietbro wasn’t dead?
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Quietbro could talk?
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Huh. Okay. So he had to hide or play dead? Avery smiled. He understood. They were all just playing a game. Haha, there was no danger at all. Silly Brain, getting all dramamamama- uh...Well, Avery didn’t know the word to use. Oh well. He hit the ground, rolled over onto his back, and stuck his arms and legs in the air. Not straight up, mind you. All, bent and whatnot. He looked like a Poochyena playing a trick.
No, wait, better idea. Onix would never find him. Hahaha~
Avery rolled over and pushed himself up and sprinted. He ran off toward the nearest wooded area. He ran directly at a tree. Mid sprint, he sprung off a footstep and flung himself toward the nearest tree. His arms went wide to grip it an-
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He missed.
Avery went sprawling past the tree, hitting the ground face first and sliding a couple feet.
Ouch.
He hesitated for a moment, letting the stinging sensation in his face ease, then pushed off the ground. He turned back to the tree, this time securing a grip. Then he began to climb.
Oddly enough, Avery was a pretty quick climber. He rushed right up the tree, scaling the trunk like an Aipom. He went rather high, constantly rising from branch to branch until he settled in one of the upper edges. He was rather concealed by the leaves.
He silently laughed.
When Onix came back for their hide and seek game, it’d be so frustrated. It’ll never find him. He might even leap onto it’s head if it got too close, give him a nice little surprise.
It was just another Tuesday for the Avery.
What was that?
It's not Tuesday?
...
Oh.
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