WAIT OH SWEET SINNOH ABOVE THE ANGST WITH GHOST READER!
Oh fuck okay
Imagine after you scared your former ‘friend’ by almost killing them on the tracks, the twins have a chat with you.
You’re still angry and hurt by your untimely demise.
You’re being stubborn while they ask you not to do that on the main tracks before Ingo hits you with.
“I understand you’re upset-“
But that’s all he can say before you scowl.
“Understand? I’m dead, I’m not alive anymore! I didn’t get anything! I was written off like some careless brat. I never got to say anything to my family!” Your voice cracks.
“ I broke my promise to my best friend cause that weekend I was suppose to go visit them, and where am I? Oh yeah haunting a subway cause I was killed here. Do you have any idea what it’s like knowing I can’t do anything about it? That I can’t take care of my Pokémon? That I can’t go anywhere or be seen?”
You break into sobs and vanish into the wall, going back into the subway tunnels to be alone.
Leaving Ingo and Emmet stunned at your outburst. They are hurt they can’t do more to help you. Emmet gives Ingo and glare for starting something they both clearly don’t know how you feel about this.
While you sob your nonexistent heart out to your Pokémon.
Your mind screaming insecurities at you. You’re a ghost, you can’t marry them or give them anything they want like a living partner could, you’re tied to the station, there isn’t much you can do other than sit there and cry.
YEAH FOR REAL
Like yeah horny brain go brr and all but there IS angst.
You had everything robbed from you the moment your life was taken. Then your murderers had the audacity to lie about it, saying it was your idea. Your fault you are dead.
No one could ever understand what you’ve gone through. What you continue to go through.
The twins try and scold you, though aren’t that strict about it.
As sad as it is, deaths have happened in the subway before, people falling onto the tracks and what not. It’s horrifying, yes, but it has happened.
And each time it does, there is always a somber atmosphere, and paperwork.
Both get that the guy you attempted to kill was your murderer, so they don’t really have any sympathy. But they also don’t want to delay the subway, and have to deal with a corpse on the tracks. And the paperwork.
It goes unsaid, if an accident manages to happen to your murderers in the older unused tunnels... Well...
They didn’t see anything.
However, despite dating you, and know you are, you know, dead, they forget that little details sometimes. Even when literally discussing it with you, it slips their minds that you are not among the living.
So Ingo slipping up, it was bound to happen eventually. He feels terrible about it though, and immediately regrets it the moment the words leave his mouth.
Especially when you cry out, bringing to light just how fucked up your situation is.
When you disappear, not only does Emmet glare at him, he practically tears into Ingo with how careless he had been. Ingo takes the verbal assault, knowing its well deserved.
Eventually Emmet lets up, and apologizes for yelling. Ingo tells him it’s fine. He deserved a tongue lashing.
However, both are definitely worried about you. You had wandered off, crying.
They decide to leave you alone for a few hours, thinking you need space to calm down.
However, when you are still missing at 1 in the morning, they start to grow incredibly concerned.
Both are growing worried. All attempts to call for you are either unheard, or ignored.
So they go to security.
Thankfully, being the bosses, they have full access to the cameras, and begin searching. It takes an hour, but they finally find you.
You seemed to have made a home with your pokemon in an old abandoned storage room in one of the older, less used tunnels.
There, you seemed to be crying, holding your pokemon close.
“How can they even still love me? I’m nothing. I can’t give them anything!” You sob into your pokemon’s fur.
“Am I just a pity fuck to them? Do they care? I can’t marry them, give them the family life they deserve...”
You seemed to flicker in and out of the existence, your sobs practically ripping their hearts out. Your words striking them deep.
You were so much more than that. They never even considered their relationship with you one made out of pity!
“I can’t cook for them... I can’t wake up next to them... I can’t even go home with them!”
You wanted to scream. Your poor pokemon seemed to surround you, whether it was to keep you calm, or to keep you from hurting yourself, it was unclear.
You let out another sob, the electricity flickering.
“Maybe I should just stay here. They’re better off without me. I should’ve just stayed dead....” You moaned out. You pokemon cried out at your state, and you let out another gut wrenching sob, before the camera cut out.
Ingo and Emmet shared a panicked look. You were spiraling.
They had to find you. Fast.
You meant too much to them, they had to set the record straight. You were the best thing to happen to them, and they wouldn’t let you do this to yourself.
You were the light of their lives.
Ingo noted which camera had gone down, and which tunnel that room was located. Tugging on Emmet’s sleeve, they got to work.
They were going to pamper you in so much love when they found you, and apologize for days. You, their sweet, kind, incredible ghost partner.
You deserved the world.