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Hollow Knight: Goldheart Edition

(A Hollow Knight x Dave and Bambi fic thingie lol)

After a strange dream, his heart burns with the desire to return, it almost hurts him physically, so he sets off. Tristan, once caterpillar, now butterfly, returns to Hallownest. There, he discovers the powers of his Heart of Gold, Hallownest's mysterious past, meets old and new friends, and after meeting a certain Knight, his revisit turns into a heart-pumping, heartbreaking, wild adventure, and find a cure for the raging infection.

Below page break is all of the 1st chaper cnp'd on to here, I recommend viewing the ao3 version here because of better formatting and stuff. Enjoy, and leave constructive criticism below if you have any!

“Tristan…” a voice, barely above a whisper, called out to him.

The caterpillar with an oversized, blue, fluffy cloak turned around at his name being called, seeing the mask of ████, his prosthetics shined, the lumafly’s light reflecting off of it. He responded with a trill, tilting his head.

“It’s time, let’s go.” The person said, picking Tristan up in his arms, “B████ I'll be back, I’m taking him to the place.” They called out to another bug it seems.

“Okay, stay safe you two!” Another, more accented voice yelled back, sounds like they’re in another room.

In the bug’s arms, he is carried outside their house, he feels like he knows this bug on a deep level, but he can’t recall who it is, their face is blurred out, but he is so sure he knows who this bug is. He wants to talk, but he can’t move, he can’t speak, at least on his own, he and this bug speak on their way to this destination. He can’t hear the conversation, it was silent, so he tries to look around as best as he can. He sees the bug walking on their metal prosthetics, their dark blue cloak and the back of the bug, he also sees lampposts passing by, lit up by lumaflies.

The wind picked up, his head automatically turned around, craning their neck to look behind him, there was a wasteland, he looked up to see the bug looking down at him, “This is the wasteland, the border of ██████████” They told him. All Tristan was nudge himself more into their arms, suddenly feeling drowsy.

The bug walked further out, the sight of where their home was quickly covered up by the dusty winds, they kept walking in a direction, as if it was no trouble. He felt them stop, looking to see what made them stop. It was a cabin; tiny, but strong enough to withstand the winds.

“This is the farthest of where bugs go before they lose themselves,” They- he looked at him, if Tristan looked closely, he could see the shadow of his face slowly starting to fade away. “It’s almost time for you to undergo metamorphosis, huh? No wonder you look tired.” He mused, as he went in the shack, closing the door behind him, he set Tristan down on a comfy feeling nest. “Look, before you sleep, can you do me a favor?”

Tristan sleepily looked up at the bug, mewing, fighting the sleep as best as he could.

“When you wake up, I’m going to need you to get away, okay? It’s not safe here.” He instructed.

Tristan’s eyes widened, waking back up a bit as fear and uncertainty shot through his body, “But what about you?” He was too distracted to notice that he actually spoke.

“I’ll be fine, I’ve lost 2 legs, and I’m still going strong, a puny sickness isn’t going to keep me down,” D███ chuckled, then he adorned a… what looked like a serious face from what little he could see, “But I don’t know if you’d be fine, after you wake up, you have to go, promise me that.”

Tristan looked down, silent, his vision began to blur, realizing he was now crying, “O-Okay…” He reluctantly accepted, “I promise.” He looked to the side, then up at Da██, “Will I be able to come back?”

Da██ nodded, “Of course you can, it’ll just be a while before you can.” He said, his optimism sounding forced.

Tristan sniffled, seeing the cracks of uncertainty on Dav█’s face, hearing it in his voice too, “How will I know when to come back?” He questions, voice cracking.

Dav█ is silent, unsure of how to answer for a while, he looks at Tristan for a bit, not at his eyes, but somewhere on his body, then he smiles, now making eye contact. “You’ll know when you’ll feel it in your heart, so-”

Tristan shot up with a gasp, panting heavily, his chest hurts as if he held his breath, but he knows it’s something else, he doesn’t know how he can tell, but he feels it, a strong desire to return. He looks down at his chest, he sees his chest glow with a faint golden color, something he’s used to by now… maybe that dream was a sign.

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Now a young butterfly for a couple of years, he wandered these wastelands for a long time, his pale red abdomen was visible due his blue, fluffy cloak being open a crack, his face obscured by the hood of said cloak, and his wings were a were a translucent yellow, with some darker yellow lines along his wings, it looks like they spelt something if you looked closer at them, it looked like the word “wings” itself written on them. Tristan, the aforementioned butterfly, walked in the direction his gut- no, it felt like his heart was telling him to go, holding the rim of his hood with a tight grip to prevent it from flying off his head from the gusty winds. His legs were tired from fighting the wind, barely able to breathe with how strong it was, but he continued to trudge on, little by little, he could feel it, he was inching closer to where his heart was telling him to go.

It seems the winds have gotten stronger since he last remembered, he could feel it trying to push him back, if he was crazy, he could almost say it was telling him to turn back. Tristan shivered from how cold it was getting, his exhales could be seen as puffs of fog for a split second before they were instantly blown away by the wind. Out of nowhere, the way the winds blew changed direction, almost falling over at the change. He looked behind him, he stared at the strange sight that was the dust picked up from the winds going two directions at once, surely that must be a sign that he's near, right? He was now focusing on trying not to be pushed forwards too fast, looking side to side, as if he's searching for something.

Tristan saw something off in the distance, squinting his eyes so that he could make out what it was as he walked towards it. His eyes widened when he could see what it was, it was the cabin that the bug in his dreams told him to rest at, and run! He's surprised that the cheap little thing is still standing in winds like this, so he heads in to check it out.

"It looks like when I just left it," he murmurs to himself, he stares at the dry cocoon, surprised it didn't wither away after all this time, brushing it with his fingers.

He stayed for just a little while longer before he headed back out, shutting the door behind him, and walked the way he was originally going. He goes along, the winds settling, eventually, he stumbles upon corpses of large bugs, some round and plump, others thin and long. He stares at them solemnly, wondering what could've happened to them.

He moves on from the corpses, jumping over the cracks of the rocky roads, like a child would until he sees a lamppost… a lamppost! He's here! He's finally made it! His heart speeds up, he runs, jumping up ledges, racing past tiktiks, vengeflies and the like. He continues, panting heavily as he exerts himself, yet the feeling of excitement bubbling up in him doesn't go away. He stops at the edge of a very large drop, in the distance he can faintly see a lot of houses, it could be a village or a town!

"I found it…" He whispers to himself as he looks down at the village, he feels a mix of nostalgia, and relief, nostalgic as he feels like he's finally made it back home, relief as the strong desire that led him here fizzled out.

Tristan looked down at the massive hole, it was a huge drop! He backed away from the edge, a shiver running through his carapace before he steeled himself, donning a brave expression before he leaped down. He gripped his hood tight as he fell, as he saw the ground approaching, he flared his wings, instantly slowing his fall by a huge margin, he fluttered his wings to slow down some more before he landed gracefully on his feet. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, then he laughed as the adrenaline went away, that was quite a rush for him. He took a deep breath, relaxing his shoulders, fixing his cloak before he jogged forward!

The first thing he noticed were tiktik corpses, fresh ones too, some orange substance pooled around them instead of normal hemolymph, the second thing was that this place looked worse than it did in his memories, as fuzzy as they were; he could tell that this place used to bustling with life in the past, despite not having any memory of said past. Along the way, he is met with more corpses, more fresh than the ones behind him, he worries that someone… murder-y, so to say, may be just ahead. He figures he might wanna be slower, he doesn't wanna catch up to that bug now does he? He exits the tiny passage, his jog halting to a stop, looking up in awe.

"Wow…" He looked on, he already felt small and he's barely been here. He closed his open mouth, lowering his gaze, he continued onward at his leisure pace, walking up ramps, jumping up ledges and over platforms, narrowly dodging a falling spike, he would rather not get impaled through the head.

Just ahead said spike, some dark part of the walls lit up with a pure white color. It looked like writing the shape of this patch of the wall looked like an egg, gentle whispers overlapping each other around the butterfly, startling him a bit.

"What… is this?" He asks himself, getting closer to the strange wall.

He almost yelped out loud when he heard a loud whisper- not from around him, but in his head.

'Higher beings, these words are for you alone-'

Tristan put a hand on his head, it ached due the words being forced into his mind.

'Your great strength marks you amongst is. Focus your soul, and you shall achieve feats of which others can only dream.'

Tristan shook his head, blinking his eyes, these words felt strong too. Focus his soul… how does he do that?

As if reading his mind, the gentle voice continued.

'Reach deep inside yourself.'

Tristan squinted an eye in confusion, but he tried to follow nonetheless.

'Draw it out, and let it envelope you.'

Tristan tried to do it, his abdomen reacted instantly, it warmed up, then that warmth spread across his entire body.

'Let it mend any wounds on your body, and HEAL.'

He doesn't have any injuries, but does feel rejuvenated, stronger, more durable. He opens his eyes, and immediately sees the golden aura emanating from his body, "Woah… this is cool!" He exclaimed, feeling giddy. Suddenly, that feeling went away, replaced by exhaustion, it was like experiencing a very short sugar rush and still feeling a full powered crash. He just learned that he can do something like this, so he won’t be good at this immediately, but that’s what practice is for, right? He catches his breath, and prepares to move on, but is interrupted by the sound of a rock being kicked over, he spines on his feet, getting into a defensive stance incase is was the bug that murdered all those tiktiks. Instead of seeing some bug with a crazed look on their face, instead it was a tiny bug, shorter than him, somehow, by a couple of inches.

Tristan eases his guard seeing the tiny bug, it didn’t look like any other bug he’s familiar with, their body is entirely pitch black, no light bouncing off what looks like a very soft shell, a white mask with two horns curved inward, a triangle-shape carved out at the tips. After staring for a short moment, he gathers up the courage to greet the bug.

“Hello?” He waved, waiting for a response. All Tristan was met with was silence, making him nervous, so he tried again, in case the bug didn’t hear him the first time, “Hellooo?” He tried again. This time, he got a response from them, the bug glanced at him, at least from what he could tell, it was hard to guess from their blank stare, even harder when he couldn’t see a semblance of a face under their mask.

Tristan put a finger on his chin, they’re not a statue, they clearly responded to his greeting, but they didn’t speak, what if… “Can you not speak?” Their response was a shake of the head. “Ah, that makes things a bit difficult…” He thought of the next question to ask, eyes drifting to the strange wall beside him, he knew his next question, “Can you read this?” He gestured to it with an open palm and a tilt to his head. They answered with a nod, fantastic yes or no questions are really easy to do for now, he’ll try to stick to those for the time being.

“Can you focus?” Tristan asked, if this bug can read the words meant for higher beings, he assumes (because they were meant for higher beings alone, that’s what the wall said), then he must know how to focus, right? The bug did look injured, maybe they were about to heal anyways?

Well, his questions were answered when the bug hunched over, a white aura surrounded them, not unlike his golden one, it quickly went from a dim light to almost blinding, building up, rocks floating up from the ground due to the energy reaching its supposed climax before it pulsed, sending a slight shockwave out, Tristan stumbled back in surprise, caught off guard by it, squinting his eyes from the blinding intensity of it. He opened his eyes when the flash disappeared as quickly as it came, he looked at the bug, their injuries looked better, the scratches on their mask went away.

“Oh… my GOODNESS, that was SO COOL!” Tristan jumped in place as he clapped, child-like excitement radiating off of him like an infection. He stopped jumping and clapping, but he is still full of energy, all up in the bug’s face, hands balled up, nearly touching his chest. He realized he was up close when he saw the bug back up. “O- Oh, sorry, but that was different from mine! Mine was gold and I felt strong and full of energy, but I couldn’t keep it up, and it felt like a sugar crash and…” He stopped when he saw the bug somehow look overwhelmed, “Sorry, should we go?” He pointed behind him, where they were originally going. The bug hesitantly nodded, walking past him.

Tristan followed the bug right behind him, jogging behind them to keep up with their pace. Tristan watches as the begins killing of the tiny bugs, he starts to connect the dots that this bug was the murderer of all those tiktiks, vengeflies, and other very weak bugs around.

“Hey bud?” He called out nervously, when the bug turned around, he saw that Tristan treated him as if he had a 10 ft pole. They tilted their head, waiting for an answer. “Are you the bug who murdered all of the poor bugs at the beginning of this place?

To his horror, they nodded, seeing Tristan’s horror on his barely visible face, they quickly showed that by hitting enemies, he can get enough soul to heal. That explanation eased him up a bit, but he was still frightened at their lack of reaction, killing these bugs for existing harmlessly. Well, most of them, the vengeflies were aggressive, attacking the bug when they got close, but still, they’re most likely protecting their territories, no need to kill them, he thinks. He follows their lead regardless, they seem like they know how to wield that nail, as broken as it looks, he’s surprised that they can even kill with it, the sharp sides look as dull as a spoon, their swing must be that strong.

Ascending a staircase, Tristan almost bumps into the little bug, stopping just before he did, “Hey! Why did you-” He pauses, noticing a tiny glowing blue butterfly, it was really tiny, attached to a blue vine, the fluttering of their wings shaking the vine, “-stop?” He finishes his question, staring at the bug before them with his… partner.

Tristan heads on a head, skipping a couple of steps as he runs up to the top of the staircase, stopping at the top of them, looking to his left, he saw a glowing blue cocoon, the same color as the butterflies he saw earlier. He turns around, seeing his partner seemingly awestruck by the butterfly. “Hey!” He called, getting their attention, “Come check this out!” He beckoned, motioning the tiny bug to come over.

They ran over to where Tristan stood, following Tristan’s gaze with their own, seeing the same blue cocoon, it looked to be filled with fluid. The bug drew their nail, walking over to the cocoon, “Hey, what’re you doing?-” Tristan nearly panicked, he was going to stop them, but he was too slow as the bug swiftly, yet gracefully slashed at the cocoon, splashing both with a thick blue liquid substance. They stood there for a couple of moments, the bug shook the liquid off of them, picking up a tiny bug filled to the brim with a viscous, blue liquid, the bug looked at it for a couple of seconds before squashing it with their hand, the bug popped under the force of their crushing grip, squirting a blue liquid that hovered in the air before the liquid raced towards the bug like they were a magnet.

The bug shivered as they felt new energy coursing through their body, and it tasted amazing, they picked one up and offered on to their friend, to which Tristan quickly put a hand up, shaking his head, “N- No thanks, I don’t really eat bugs like thi-” He was cut off by their insistence, pushing the squirming bug in his face. With a defeated sigh, Tristan relented, taking the bug in his hands, “Fine, I’ll try it, but I won’t like it.” He pulled his hood back, revealing his face finally, he had no mask, his pale yellow carapace on full display, his head shape was a symmetrical circle, his eyes were misshapen, his right eye way bigger than the one on the left, his antenna protruded at the back of his head, curving up at the tip, he opened his mouth, revealing sharp fangs so unlike a regular butterfly.

He nipped at the bug’s sack hard enough that it would penetrate its soft shell, sucking the liquid out of it with his tongue, his eyes widened as a very delicious taste came across his taste buds, it was sweet, like nectar. He hasn’t even realized how fast he drained the bug’s juices until he felt the thing shrivel up like a caprisun (not that Tristan nor the tiny bug would know what that is), “Aw man, it’s gone… Are there any more of those bugs?” He looked at his partner expectantly, though his disappointment was obvious when they shook their head, “Aww… Well, that sucks, pun unintended. At least I feel way stronger and energized now, it feels like when I focused that one time!” He recalled, comparing the two feelings.

They continued on, Tristan trying to converse with his new (most-likely temporary) companion, it was very weird, as the bug couldn’t answer complex questions, but Tristan had introduced himself, to which the bug bowed their head in greeting, Tristan did the same back to them. Down a hole, jumping on stone platforms over some dangerous looking spikes, from both from above and below. They almost went up, due to the bug having already went another path, only to have it loop (Tristan felt proud of himself when he was getting used to communicating with the bug), when they saw another path behind them, his partner seemed to have missed it, so they went back to check it out.

They found a tiny corner, it paled in comparison to the other path his partner went through, it was a mild size, but it was like an ant to the other one. They were going to turn back when Tristan noticed something gleam in the corner of his eyes, he turned sharply to it, making sure it wasn’t just a trick of the eye, and it wasn’t. “What’s this?” Tristan asked out loud, bending over to pick it up, it was a brown stone carved into a shape, it was very particular too, there were markings of many many eyes engraved all around the rock, he showed it to his partner, “Do you know what this is?” He asked them, hoping they would get an answer from them. They shook their head no, it was an answer, but an unsatisfying one, he supposed. He puts it in a pocket in his cloak, telling his partner (He was going to keep referring to this small bug as ‘his partner’ until he gets a name from them if he does), to keep going.

After slicing a wooden support beam, the ground above them harmlessly drops on them, they jumped up, realizing that they had made it past the hole they had to drop down earlier! “Yo, we made it past! Let’s keep going–” He turned around, seeing a big, cracked door blocking the exit to this place, “Oh, that’s blocking our way.” Tristan deflated, he would’ve suggested to turn around, he saw his partner run up to it, “H- Hey, what’re doing, I said we’re blocked, we have to find a different way there!” He exclaimed, running after him.

He was about to grab them to make them stop, but he saw a black spherical object, looked like an egg, light up with mysterious engravings like that one earlier, on the wall. Layered voices sounded in his head again, stopping him in his tracks.

‘Higher beings, these words are for you alone. Beyond this point, you enter the land of King and Creator. Step across this threshold and obey our laws.’

Tristan didn’t have the chance to speak up on it before it continued.

‘Bear witness to the last, and only civilisation, the eternal Kingdom. Hallownest’

When Tristan came too, he shook his head, like he was in a trance this time. He turned to ask his partner about it when he saw them swinging at the door with their nail, the sound didn’t register until he turned to them, he was about to call out to them before the door broke away into a million pieces, “Oh… Wow.” he walked to the edge, it looked like there used to be some sort of elevator system here, he turned back to his partner, “You have a very strong arm for your size.” At that comment, Tristan could swear he saw an offended look from their expressionless mask, he giggled, laughed even, at their possible offense, maybe he was already losing it, but Tristan didn’t care all that much.

They both jumped down, more like Tristan floated down slowly, the cliff. He was astonished that his partner didn’t seem bothered, just the discomfort of landing from high altitude jumps. “Hey, look, I think that’s the town I saw all the way up there,” He pointed to the houses up ahead, “C’mon, let’s go!” They ran towards the town, stopping to read a large sign came into view, “Welcome to Dirtmouth.” Tristan read aloud, he glanced at his partner, it was a very… quiet town, he wondered if anyone was even here.

They continued on, this time they were walking, looking around, until they came across an iron bench. Tristan sat on it with a sigh to rest his aching legs, surprised to feel a rush of energy, then he relaxed as a warm feeling blanketed his body, “Woah, this bench is amazing, come try it!” He pat the spot next to him, inviting them to come over. When they sat down they were still for a moment before they relaxed back into the bench, almost flopping, they must’ve been tired.

“Oh, hey!” Tristan’s eyes widened, hearing a familiar accented voice greet him, he sharply looked over his shoulder, seeing a bug with a big green cap covering most of his head, his carapace was a pale green color, with his belly being white, a fluffy red scarf covering his neck.

They stared at each other for a few moments, as they felt like they recognized each other.

“Bambi!?”

“Tristan!?” They blurted each others names, startling the bug next to Tristan awake.

#dave and bambi #hollow knight #tristan fnf #bambi fnf #ghost hk #So sorry if anyone from Hollow Knight stumbles upon this and is wondering wth a dave and bambi is.#I got sloppy at the end because this chapter is 4k words holy fuck #what do you call when you merge 2 brainrots?#a brainplague

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Pokémon: Heart of Gold Edition

(A Dave and Bambi x Pokémon crossover fanfic thingie)

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CHAPTER 1: SPECIAL PRESENT

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> Log entry #1 - Date: 6-12-2X15 - Location: Dave's House

A few months after the festival, in the middle of Fort Geraldson...

There was a big blue house, with gates all around the sides and the backyard. Out of the many residents, 3 were the most notable: Dave, a twenty-six-year-old ex-algebra teacher, who is in a wheelchair because he lost his legs below the knees in an accident.

Dave’s adopted son, Tristan, a newly turned ten-year-old with weirdly shaped eyes and hair that is the word "hair" spelled out on top of his head.

Last but not least Bambi, a short-tempered, stubborn, stupid, but genuine and honest farmer, he has a Brazilian accent as he speaks Portuguese but he speaks in broken English around Dave, Tristan, and their friends, he has two floating hands with no arms, he sits at two feet tall, and is thirty-six years old

They were celebrating a special day, for the special boy known as Tristan. His birthday had been recent, and the way he chose to celebrate was with some of his friends, namely Spike, Playrobot, and Ruby Man. They were all outside having fun while playing tag, the sounds of their laughter (and Spike's playful insults) could be heard from inside the house, filling Dave's heart with warmth, it's been a few months since his last… incident, specifically, the one that happened at Tristan's 9th birthday.

1 year ago…

Dave wheeled to the open front door to shout, "Kids! Come on in, it's almost time!" The group stopped playing and immediately raced to the door.

Before they entered, Samuel, Dave's green alien friend stood in the way, holding a finger up, "No running, you kids could fall and get very hurt, we don't want that to happen to the birthday boy or any of his friends, okay?" He told them monotonously.

The group of kids, which consisted of Tristan, Spike, Diamond Man, and Playrobot sighed, but they all nodded with an "Okaaaay…"

Sam nodded with a smile, stepping aside to let them enter. They were chatting at the table, speculating about what type of presents Tristan would get. Dave was in another room, so the details of their conversation were fuzzy, but he could remember that they were hyper.

After a few minutes, Dave got ready, came out, and wheeled towards the table while holding the cake out, its lit candles were shaped like the number 9, the kids quieted themselves as Dave took in a breath and began singing

"Happy Birthday-" He didn't notice it because he had his eyes closed, but Dave had been teleported somewhere, in the middle of his singing, so when he opened his eyes, he saw that he was in an entirely different, yet horrifyingly familiar place, "To… you?"

He looked around, his vision was filled with 3D geometrical shapes floating aimlessly, that nightmarish grayish-red sky. He was in the dreaded 3D realm, a place he wanted to forget. He shakily looked up at the sky, and saw a symbol in the shape of a lizard-like eye…

His flashbacks were cut off when someone spoke to him with a familiar Brazilian accent "Yo Dave, are you alright?" The person asked.

Dave jolted in his wheelchair, looking beside him, it was just Bambi, "Oh my god, you scared the digits out of me, Bambi," Dave said, sighing with relief that it was Bambi.

"Ah. Sorry Dave, but you were staring at wall, and you look sad," Bambi told him in his broken English.

Dave chuckled, putting on a half-genuine smile, Bambi's too gullible to tell the difference between a real one and a fake one anyway.

"Yeah, I'm just tired, been working real hard on Tristan's presents, and hiding them. He always tries to sneak his presents before Christmas, or his birthday." Dave crossed his arms.

Last year, he had gotten 10 presents for Tristan's 9th birthday, but the rascal stole them all the day before. Thankfully, Tristan didn't open any of the presents, and despite the stress it caused, it was fun, teaching him that he reeeeaallly needs to work on tuning his wheelchair.

"But other than being nervous that Tristan won't like these gifts, I'm fine. How are things holding up for you?" Dave asked, “Are you going to bring anything?”

Bambi nodded rapidly, "Yeah! I bringing my quiche!" he announced. Dave almost gasped, but he did a "pog" face instead, due to Bambi's quiche being famous, at least in this friend group.

Bambi's. Quiche. Is. THE best thing in the world, Dave swears it is.

He was unsure if that was okay to bring to a birthday party though, Dave asked this out loud, to which Bambi simply answered; "Well, 1. People like my quiche, even though I don't like it much, and 2. Your stomach is bad at sweets, I remember you tell me that." Ah, he did, Dave blushed a little, it was a little embarrassing that Bambi just– said it with no hesitation, but he was right.

"Awww, thanks Bambi, you didn't have to, I appreciate it," Dave said with an actual genuine smile.

Bambi smiled back, his hands on his hips, "No problem, Dave. Well, I going to go back to waiting for quiche be done, I bet you have many birthday thing to do, bye Dave!" He waved, and Dave waved back before Bambi turned and left.

Dave smiled for a bit longer before it slipped to a slight frown, he hoped that the incident wouldn’t happen again, and if it does, he hoped it won’t be in front of Tristan. He doesn't know if he’d drag Tristan to the 3D realm with him again. God, that… that thing in his dreams turned out to be real. He still remembers what it looked like, it was some corrupted reflection of him, only its skin was black, its 'clothes' were inverted to be red instead of his blue, and instead of regular eyes, all it had was 1 (one) lizard-like eye. He doesn't know why, but seeing it in person for the first time sent the worst chills down his spine.

Dave shook his head, he didn't need to linger on it, he needed to keep those memories locked away for the safety of his child, and hopefully keep him away from that horrible prophecy.

He sighed, leaning back in his wheelchair, 'Man, who knew that the consequences for trying to get rid of this world-destroying curse would be this bad.' He thought bitterly, a laugh escaping his lips for a second before he stopped, sagging down further, "That… wasn't funny." He laughed again, he couldn't help it, his situation would make anyone else insane, the only reason he has a drop of sanity left is his son…

'That's right, I shouldn't be so down right now, I have my son’s birthday to take care of.'

Dave was reinvigorated with the determination to keep his child safe and happy. After all, making sure Tristan knew he was loved is what this special present is for.

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The sun had almost set, and the kids were playing Mario Kart inside, Dave was watching over them from the kitchen, and Diamond Man was watching behind the couch. The last lap ended with Tristan in 1st place, despite Playrobot being the best (Tristan 2nd best). Spike stood up and pointed at Playrobot, "You let Tristan win, didn't you?" His accusation didn’t have any actual bite.

"Tristan won through skill and luck," She denied with a smile.

Spike crossed his arms with a pout, "Don't give me that shi-" He suddenly felt dread crawl up his spine, feeling the gaze of a father deep in his soul making him freeze, "Uh- uh lie, I mean lie." He corrected with sweat dripping down his forehead. He caught himself before he swore, and felt the pressure go away immediately, man, adults are scary.

"Why are you complaining about letting people win when you were dead last?" Tristan interjected, a neutral expression on his face.

Spike let out a 'ghk' sound, a hint of red fading in his cheeks, "That's beside the point, nerd, the bot let you win 'cause you're the birthday boy!" Spike exclaimed.

"Or because you suck," D-Man's loud voice cut in with a smirk.

"That's it-" Spike stood up, giving chase with a furious expression, "I'll *show you* who sucks!" Spike yelled.

Diamond Man ran away from Spike effortlessly, being tall and lanky has its advantages, such as being able to run really fast, "C'mon dude, you've never ever caught me in tag, how are you gonna get me-"

"Kids!" Dave's call made them stop, "It's tiiime!~"

"CAAAAAKE!!!!" And they all rushed in.

"Whoever's last is the rotten egg!" said Spike. Dave shook his head with a smile, kids, am I right?

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(Playrobot is last, she was forced to wear the rotten egg hat :pensive:)

Dave prepared himself before entering the kitchen from the closet with the cake in hand, the wick on the number 10-shaped candle lit. Putting on his best smile, the kids waited in silence, man he's so nervous- good nervous, but nervous. He's been taking care of Tristan nearly since he was born, and to still have him with him for birthdays is enough to almost break him down into tears. He took a shaky breath, setting the cake down to wipe the tears welling up. Once he was ready, he picked the cake back up and turned the lights off.

"Happy birthday to you~" Dave softly sang as he entered the room, revealing the cake for everyone to see. It was a pretty big cake, decorated with soft gold-colored frosting, swirls of red frosting framed the edges, a giant gold heart sitting just left of the center, a candle shaped like the number 1 lay flat beside it, and red icing written out to say 'Happy Birthday Tristan'.

(DRAWN BY @mintyfreshartist)

It was safe to say that this cake was decorated with the utmost care in the entire world. "Happy birthday to you!~" Dave repeated, wheeling closer to the table at a slow pace, he could practically feel his heart swell 18459308495034 times bigger than before!!!

"Happy birthday dear my sooooonnn~" He placed the cake on the table as he ended the note.

"Happy birthday to yooooouuuu~" Dave repeated one final time, a big, stupid smile on his face. Tristan stared in awe at the cake, his heart speeding up as he could just- just- feel the love poured into this birthday specifically.

Tristan felt himself being nudged, he looked to his side, and looked up to Spike smiling softly, "Come on nerd, make your wish already." He whispered. Tristan nodded and looked back to the cake, closing his eyes, thinking up his wish…

'Thank you, to whoever heard my wish last year, dad's been so much happier than the last few birthdays, he also seems less tired, and although he’s busy building something, he doesn't appear to overwork himself anymore… also don't tell anyone I said that.' Tristan opened his eyes, taking in a deep breath. 'This year though, whatever he was building, he wouldn’t let me see, he always said it was a surprise for later, but it would be soon. Anyways, I'm grateful for having such an awesome dad, awesome friends, and an awesome life, there's nothing better I could wish for.' Tristan blew out all the candles, signaling he was done with his wish of sorts.

Dave plucked all the candles from the cake, setting them aside, and he cut Tristan a slice of cake, while Bambi arrived a little late. It was evident that his quiche was fresh from the oven, as it was still steaming hot. Tristan thanked Bambi for making it, and that he was glad Bambi was here with more food. Cake and quiche for a birthday, at least it was a good quiche, Bambi appreciated all of the praise he got from it.

Dave ate half a plate of the quiche, god knows how his stomach would react if he took only two tiny bites of cake, so he didn't serve himself any. He left the kitchen to get Tristan's presents. There were 4 this time around instead of 10, but what he got was:

A Giratina plush

Super Smash Bros Ultimate

Pokémon Scarlet

And a drone (He loves drones)

All the things a young boy could wish for.

Tristan was super happy about the gifts he got, hugging his dad so hard he almost popped, all that sappy stuff.

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> Location: The 3D Realm - [̶̡̺̬̟̯̺͎̯͗͋̉D̸̢̦̱̞͒̿̋̈́̾A̷͈̎̈́͆T̴̛͖͇Ã̸̛̦̦͈̿̊̃͛̽ ̴̨̨̤̤͙͎͌͋͒̑Ë̶̢̡̹͉̩͎̮́̀X̵̢͖̪̙͓̉P̴̢̦͑̋̿̄̎̆̕U̵̱̺͑̉̃̏N̵͙̲̹͈̞̞͒̿͋̒́̄̂͜ͅG̶̮͕̈́̑E̸̳̯͕̐͌̒̿̆̀D̵͔̖̖͉̈́̌̋̂̓́͝͝]̶̭͙̫̄'̶̠̗̗̙̞͚̠̽̀͊̋̊̂͝s̴̩̱̲͙͖͆͒̆́̓̐̀͛ ̴̺͈͈̀̌̇̓ chunk - <INTERMISSION>

[̶̡̺̬̟̯̺͎̯͗͋̉D̸̢̦̱̞͒̿̋̈́̾A̷͈̎̈́͆T̴̛͖͇Ã̸̛̦̦͈̿̊̃͛̽ ̴̨̨̤̤͙͎͌͋͒̑Ë̶̢̡̹͉̩͎̮́̀X̵̢͖̪̙͓̉P̴̢̦͑̋̿̄̎̆̕U̵̱̺͑̉̃̏N̵͙̲̹͈̞̞͒̿͋̒́̄̂͜ͅG̶̮͕̈́̑E̸̳̯͕̐͌̒̿̆̀D̵͔̖̖͉̈́̌̋̂̓́͝͝]̶̭͙̫̄ was floating around the area he had claimed, the area around her had a grayish-red hue, surrounded by floating geometric cubes, he had minions shaped like T̶̡̞̪̠̞̣̍̔H̴̢̛̠̏̎̃̆͠Ẻ̵̛̼̻͈̹̜̣̱̂ ̶͉͊͒̆͠L̶͈̤͖͉̫̼̦̫̈́͊͒̒̅Ọ̷̱̜̱̘̬͂̈́̚R̵̭͕͌̉̏̏̆̿D̶̰̮̫̪̗͋̈̐͜, Bambi, small, adorable, weak, but strong in numbers.

After their inspiration, they were dubbed “Bambi minions.” She had a wicked grin on his face 24/7, spreading wide enough to go from one hypothetical ear to the next, skin as black as the night sky, and what appeared to be her clothes, were blood red, consisting of cones and cylinders. To top it all off, she had an unusual eye, a lizard-like eye. Though he was always plotting his next move, he felt… Different today, like something major was happening, and before she knew it, she whispered out [HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GOLDEN NUSIANCE]

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> Location: Dave's house - Time: 9:51 PM

It was time for everyone visiting Dave's House to leave, they were tired from playing all day, and cleaning up their mess, they wanted to go back home to sleep, and as they all left Dave called Tristan to the living room, figuring it was to tell Tristan to get ready to go to bed and stuff, he went there.

"Son, you know that project I've been working on and didn't let you see what I was working on?" Dave asked with his hands behind his back.

Tristan raised an eyebrow, tilting his head a little, "Yeah, why?" Why was Dave bringing this up now?

"Well… I've finished it, and I was planning on saving it for your 10th birthday!" Dave said, feeling warm inside when Tristan gasped excitedly, his face lighting up with a big smile.

"REALLY!?" He almost squeaked in disbelief.

Dave nodded, showing Tristan his hands. It was a square pyramid the size of an orange in one hand, a big remote in the other, "I call this one the ‘Inter-Universal Dislocator’, or IUD, I may change it to something else in the future, but using a few my special powers, we can go to any world we want!" Dave explained, Tristan lit up at the mention of "Any world we want.” Dave went on to continue "Exce-"

"CAN WE GO TO THE POKÉMON UNIVERSE!?!?!?" Tristan nearly screeched the boy was damn near vibrating with energy from excitement.

Dave chuckled at his son's energy, but… as much as Dave liked Pokémon (He and Tristan went Pokémon Go-ing together sometimes), he was, unfortunately going to have to tell Tristan that it was just fiction, and a world like that doesn't exist… If he had the heart to.

Dave instead decided to indulge Tristan just this once, "Hmm… Okay! We can try it out!" Dave placed the Pyramid away from any objects, and his remote turned into a keyboard. "Alright Tristan, stay back!" Dave warned, and Tristan listened. Dave began to type.

"I'M GONNA GO GET SOME STUFF IN A BAG BE RIGHT BACK," Tristan ran off to his room to do what he said.

Dave chuckled, wishing he could be as excited as Tristan. He began typing...

> awaiting command

>open portal from ███,███ to ███,███

Dave was expecting it to fail when he hit enter…

>command processing

Awaiting power to begin creating the portal

What?

Did- was- was this real? Dave gripped the two handles and began using his powers with slow control.

>Absorbing power…

10%

'No way this was actually working,' Dave denied, but he pressed on, watching the percent increase…

20%

50%

90%

100%

>Power requirement completed, creating portal.

Dave stopped immediately, 5 minutes of pure concentration was exhausting, he needed to take a breather. It was shortly after that when space distorted the area in front of them contorting it into a spiral, time around them gripped the swirl of space, and ripped it into a hole, opening a blue portal above the pyramid, everything behind it seemed like there wasn't a scratch thankfully but… 'Holy polynomial, it worked? It WORKED!? Is- Is Pokémon a real universe? What? I-'

Dave's existential crisis was cut off by Tristan, "WOAH, DAD THIS IS SUCH A COOL PRESENT!!" He tackled Dave into a hug, almost knocking him off his wheelchair, "I LOVE YOU SO MUCH DAD, YOU'RE THE COOLEST!!!"

"Tristan, wait!" Ah- tangent, the words left his mouth too late, Tristan ran off, bag in hand.

No matter, it was time to see if this is real or not. Dave wheeled up to the portal, using the springs he built in his wheelchair to let him jump into the portal.

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> Location: The Pokemon World - Region: Sinnoh, Route unknown

A portal opened up in the middle of the forest, and out stepped two humans, Tristan, and Dave. Dave immediately placed a 2nd pyramid below the manifested portal to ensure stabilization. As he took in his surroundings, he could hardly believe his eyes.

Dave saw Pokémon, real Pokémon in-person.

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> Location: Dave's house

Bambi was still hanging around Dave's house, he passed out in Tristan's room and only woke up due to a loud noise somewhere else. He was all pissy that his nap was interrupted, rubbing his eyes, and grumbling in Portuguese. He found it strange that no one was around, not even the owner or his son. So Bambi wandered the house, calling for anybody until he stumbled into the living room, eyes finding the still-active portal.

"What… The fuck?" Bambi murmured to himself, approaching the portal, "Did Dave make this?" He said before he stepped too close and got sucked into the portal.

He was midway into transportation when he saw something on the other side, Dave and Tristan! He was almost there before Dave shut the portal behind them, trapping Bambi in the middle of transport.

A sudden, unexplained terror struck through Bambi's heart, his hands glowed white, rainbow flames coating his hand, instinctively making a slicing motion in the air, a long, thin shockwave flew from the motion a short distance before it dissipated, a portal tore itself into existence right before him, perfect for him to fall through.

Where he'd end up would be completely different from where Dave and Tristan were…

> Location: Hoenn.

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