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hello-im-not-a-possum · 3 years

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Hell's Studio fic idea: A pipe bursts and Sammy becomes a toon Imp like Snowflake and Bendy, and Joey doesn't know how to reverse it ASAP, so Sammy is stuck as a toon Imp and Sammy decides to hangout with Snowflake until Joey can reverse the ink's magic (Bonus points if: Sammy gets a uncontrollable stutter as a toon Imp, Susie cooing her small boyfriend, and Sammy drawing with snowflake)

I am So sorry that this took so freaking long, but here you go!

Wally slapped his forehead in exasperation as he heard the pipe bursting from the music department's break room. Then proceeded to go in there, with Snowflake following close behind just in case he needed someone small to check in any holes in the wall that the pipe made in the process.

The sight was familiar, but unwelcome to the pair; a pile of thick ink sliding down onto the floor through the broken pipe peeking through the ceiling. Snowflake was only thankful that it had spilled to the floor instead of the pool table.

“I’m startin' ta think dat eitheah we should completely tear down da music department to put in a betteah pipe system, or just stop fixin' the dang things so dat they at least stop surprisin' us."

The Janitor grumbled as he started mopping up the mess.

"A-at least nobody got caught in it this time."

As soon as Snowflake said that, something under the pile began to move.

“Mmmmh?"

"Yikes, spoke too soon, kiddo."

Wally stated calmly as he started to scrape the excess ink off of what looked exactly like Bendy, except the imp's tie lacked the fun patterns Bendy often wore, and more importantly, he was missing his mouth. So the obvious conclusion the pair made was: The ink ruined his tie by dying it black and also stole his mouth.

"M-mr. Bendy?! are you okay?!"

The formerly buried imp looked at the other one with a perplexed expression before mouthing something, realized that he wasn't saying anything, patting his face where his mouth should've been, and looking like he was about to panic.

"MMMMmmPPHH?! MMMH!! MMPHH!!!"

"Looks like the ink erased your pie hole, boss."

The imp rolled his eyes at stared at Wally in a very sarcastic manner before leaving the room, most likely to visit Joey about this issue.

"...Do you think he's not going to want to do that drawing lesson later?"

"What, Bendy? not want ta draw with ya overah somethin' like this? Nah. It's nothin' fun to wake up to, but I don't think it'll eat at him like it will if it happened ta Sammy."

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"MmMMmMMM?!?! MMPHH!! MMMPPHHH!?"

Sammy hopped up and down while wildly gesturing to the blank white space on his face where his mouth was supposed to be while Joey flipped through heavily ink-stained spell books. Meanwhile, the real Bendy was still gawking at his doppelganger, still not quite sure whether he should feel flattered or offended that the ink pulled this on Sammy. But also not saying anything because he couldn't find any jokes to lighten the mood with.

It would be one thing if the ink also gave Sammy Bendy's trademark smile (that could make other expressions too). If it did that, Bendy would be making so many mirror and twin related jokes. But it didn't.

"It's going to be fine." Joey repeated almost more to himself than to the hopping mad imp. "Just because an ink flood took out some of my reversal spells, doesn't mean that you're going to be stuck like this forever. Best case scenario, it'll take a few hours for me to find the right one, worst case scenario I'm going to need to order a new book, and that might take a while."

"MMm MmhP?"

"I don't know how long! Some of these are the rarest on the market! Goodness knows how long it'll take to replace if it's ruined and has the correct cure in it..."

The music director let out a heavily muffled, frustrated sigh.

"Yes, I'm annoyed too." Joey sighed as well. "But at least it's not going to be forever."

'Easy for you to say.' Sammy thought to himself as trying and failing to talk was starting to hurt his jaw. 'You're not the one dealing with this! how am I supposed to do my job when I can't speak to anyone?!'

He must've been gesturing as he thought this as Joey snapped his fingers in realization and handed Sammy a notebook and a pencil.

"I know it won't help with the more vocal aspects of your job, but it's better than not having any way to communicate. And much easier than trying to learn sign language in less than a day and with only four digits on each hand."

He tried to write down 'Thanks Joey' but his hands refused to obey him. Confusingly, he instead drew a thumbs up.

"Why thank you! Glad to see that you're taking this better than expected Sammy. I'd better get to work on looking for that spell..."

As Joey left the room, Sammy frowned at the notebook, trying to figure out why he did that. Bendy also peeked at the drawing and felt something click.

"So..." the copied imp awkwardly tugged at his tie as he avoided making eye contact with Sammy. "Just outta curiosity sake, does Snowflake know about this? At least, the fact that it's well, you instead of me?"

Sammy gave Bendy a funny look but nodded anyway.

"Okay, follow up question: ...Is now a bad time to tell you that before you burst in here trying to tell us to fix this that Joey and I were arguing over whether I should go to this meeting with GENT or to give drawing lessons to Snowflake like I promised to, and literally right before you came in I said: 'Well dang it Joey if I could be in two places at once, I would!'?"

Sammy frowned as he saw the guilty yet pleading look in Bendy's eyes, calmly took the newspaper off of Joey's desk, rolled it up and smacked Bendy right upside the head.

"Hey! What gives?!" He sputtered as he rubbed the back of his head.

The Mute music director drew a series of pictures: Bendy putting something in the ink, the ink rising up and flashing him the 'ok' hand sign, Bendy giving it a thumbs up in return and leaving on his merry way, a shift in perspective revealing Sammy as a human having seen the interaction but shrugging it off, Sammy (still human) playing pool with Jack, Grant, and Johnny, the four of them having a good time, the ceiling above them creaking and rumbling ominously, making the four opt to leave, Sammy coming back into the pool room slightly later and keeping an eye on the ceiling, Sammy taking what he came back into the room for, the ceiling above him suddenly bursting and covering him with ink, and the last picture; a bunch of puzzle pieces being fit together, with the picture on the pieces being a lit light bulb.

After showing Bendy his work, he crossed his arms and tapped his foot on the ground.

"What?! You can't seriously blame me for- Okay, yes. I did kinda make a request... but I figured I'D be the one getting drenched! Not you!"

Sammy raised a single eyebrow as Bendy let out a frustrated sigh.

"Look, if I knew that this was what would happen, I wouldn't have done it! But now that it's happened ...would ya help me out with this?"

Sammy's next drawing was his current form with an intentionally bad scribble of Bendy's mouth on the space where he was supposed to have a mouth to indicate it was (poorly) drawn on, and he was trying and failing to do Bendy's job for him as he couldn't speak.

"Of course I'm not going to shirk my responsibilities to make you pretending to be me look like an idiot in front of those big wigs at GENT. I mean, goodness, if this thing flops, who knows what'll happen."

The Musician then showed Bendy a drawing that was so horrible and cold that he wouldn't even dare grace it with a description.

"WHAT KINDA DEMON DO YOU THINK I AM, LAWRENCE?!" Bendy quieted down and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I get it, Damned if I do the thing, damned if I don't do the other thing. I can't let down Snowflake, but if I'm not at that meeting, the studio's relationship with GENT could get bruised! This is why I tried this stunt in the first place!"

He sighed as Sammy just continued to tap his foot in annoyance. "Tell you what, help me and I'll give you anything you ask for! A raise, me not pranking you for a month, more paid vacation days, magic-repelling acetone, name it and it's yours!*"

*Within reason. I'm a demon not a miracle worker!

Sammy showed Bendy an intentionally shaky 'Ok' sign, the closest thing he could think of to a picture version of a hesitant and unwilling 'fine, I'll do it...'

"Oh Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Bendy practically crushed his doppelganger in a spine-breaking hug. "I really owe you this one Sammy!"

'I hope you realize how goddamned lucky you are that I like that kid.' Sammy thought to himself as he patted his double on the back. 'Otherwise I'd hang you out to dry for doing this...'

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The music director had no interest in deceiving Snowflake; even if he wanted to follow Bendy's plan to the spirit of his deal, he knew too well that the studio and it's ink would always drag any secret up to the surface. So it would just be easier to come clean at the start before lies had the chance to spiral into something that could completely break the poor kid.

"Hi Mr. Bendy! Are you ready for our lesson?"

Sammy nodded, but gestured for his pupil to wait a second before he flipped through the pages of his sketchbook and showed him a series of pictures: some showing the origin of his new condition, and the others showing his deal with Bendy.

"Oh." The child imp seemed sad, and slightly disappointed, but also not surprised. "So Bendy couldn't make it today either..."

The older imp sympathetically patted Snowflake on the back and tried his best to draw out an explanation, but it's kind of hard to put 'He really did want to make it, in fact, he wanted to so much that he was willing to split himself in half for it! But as you can see, it kinda backfired...' into picture format, luckily he got the message across fairly well.

"I-it's okay, I understand. Thanks for filling in for him Mr. Lawrence!"

Snowflake pulled out his own notebook and pencils.

"Do you think you can show me how to do hands that well?"

Sammy eagerly nodded and flipped his book to a blank page.

#Bendy and the Ink Machine #sammy lawrence #snowflake the demon #bendy the dancing demon #wally franks #joey drew #Hell's Studio AU #fanfic

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uchimse · 2 years

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Onto the first of the tasks given by the actual artists - it was a banner for a discount on the Ciela website.

When I met everyone, they warned me that they need to get stuff done quickly, and tasks usually come at short notice. They specifically used a Bulgarian phrase that translates to “being told something today and needing to get it done by tomorrow”. Usually it’s just a phrase for being rushed, but this one time it ended up pretty literal.

I was told they needed this banner in 8 different size formats friday evening, and it had to be uploaded on the website on sunday at midnight.

Needless to say I was, nervous. Still I did my best and worked as fast as I could and send in thumbnails

The artist I was talking with, Temz, was very quick in responding too, and after talking with her shortly I turned in this

It was, not great.

She called me to tell me that while the waves are pretty and the idea is really nice, the orange background and the typography are horrible and gave me pointers on what to do to fix it. Working on it some more, it turned into this

Which was more well received in terms of colours, though the typography was still pretty bad.

While I did study typography and font making and such in highschool, it’s been quite a few years since then, and it has always been somewhat of a weak point of mine. Temz was very nice about it and offered to get me into contact with one of their in-house designers who does amazing typography. She would do the words, and I would just make the illustrations. I agreed, though at the time, Temz phrased it a bit confusingly and I thought she wanted to do that only for the banner in this format, because this one was the most urgent, and that the other 7 were left to me.

So on sunday I send in the empty illustration for that format, and finished the other 7 with text and send them in on monday. At this point, Temz realized the miscommunication that we’d had and cleared things up, so it was smooth sailing from there on.

To be honest, I wasn’t completely sure I had understood her correctly, however, I was also too scared to ask for clarification. Why, I wasn’t so sure at the time. After all, everyone I had talked to - mum’s friend, the boss, Milena, Temz - were all very nice to me even when I made mistakes.

It isn’t until basically just now, as I’m writing this, do I realize that I was scared of looking stupid by asking for clarification - I should have understood it the first time around.

When I was younger I was yelled at and chastised a lot for being slow, for being stupid, for needing to be told things more than once before I got them, both by other kids and by my parents and teachers, but I didn’t realize how much that changed my mindset and how it’s still affecting me. Every time I’m confused about something, I would run in circles in my head trying to guess from context clues like it’s some puzzle game instead of asking someone, and it finally came back to bite me.

But, now that I’m aware of how I’m prone to doing that, I can catch myself doing it and try to change.

Although I didn’t get this at the time yet, the way Temz reacted by just patiently explaining herself reassured me as well, so communicating properly became much easier.

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taillow-suift · 7 years

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Crashing Wavelengths - Chapter 1 (Candidate Draft)

Here we jump to the present shortly after Ash returns from Kalos. No more boring flashbacks. This is essentially a release candidate draft for what I’ll eventually hope to post on ff.net. The feedback I got from the last chapter was really valuable. Thank you everyone who had time to engage. I’d really appreciate if you could do the same here.

Previous Chapters:

Prologue

Summary: Ash attempts to reconnect with Misty shortly after his return to Kanto. But the ramifications of the Lumiose terror attack complicate their reunion as remnants of Team Flare remain at large. The wounded organization’s activities for some odd reason begin taking special interest in Misty’s familial past involving her mother’s research and her father’s navy background. Naval intelligence officers soon become involved, setting the two sides in a crash course with Ash and Misty at the center.

Chapter 1

Ten Years Later

Tracey Sketchit eased the last buckets of Pokemon feed on the dew covered grass. He wiped a slick of sweat off his brow. The wooden fence supporting his lean was still moist from the cool morning humidity. Tracey took a moment to catch his breath as he sighted the empty trough lined against the fence within the Tauros pen. The Tauros herd was already queued along the rusted trough, ready for their breakfast. Tracey noted their restlessness hadn't gone abated since the early morning.

He didn't think it was a coincidence that the herd's demeanor was timed with Ash's return to Pallet Town the night before. The lab assistant felt he needed to double the portion of feed today. And that unfortunately meant dragging along double the buckets. He endured a work out but he was thankful that the high temperatures of summer had been displaced by the cooler climate of fall. The labor was still hard but at least it was easier to cool off.

"Bet you guys can't wait to see Ash, can you fellas?"

He started to dump a bucket of feed over the fence. The herd brayed, grateful to start their meal. Tracey made sure to walk along the trough to ensure equal distribution of feed. He repeated the process for the remaining loads. Tracey was about to start stacking depleted buckets for return to the ranch until he heard a familiar voice.

"Hey Tracey!"

The voice prompted a another burst of braying from the Tauros, this time frenzied. Tracey looked up and saw Ash, Pikachu perched on his shoulder, jogging towards the Tauros pen. Tracey then panicked. He didn't anticipate Ash coming so soon.

"No, Ash, wait!"

Tracey took a quick glance behind him to see that the herd had now collectively locked their horns against the fence. Their hooves blasted the dirt floor. Their frenzied braying grew louder. Bovine force and torque tested the fence's structural integrity to the limits. The groans of twisting and bending wood wasn't sustained for long when it was cut short with a cringe inducing crack. Tracey ran out of the way of the liberated stampede. He looked ahead at Ash, hoping his friend would start fleeing in the opposite direction.

Ash would do no such thing. Instead he cockily smiled and, to Tracey's dismay, accelerated to a sprint.

"Ash, get out of the way!" urgently warned Tracey, unsure if Ash was aware of the obvious hazard in front of him.

Ash sustained his dash towards what was now a mobile mass of brown dust. Once Tracey realized Ash wasn't listening, his hands obscured his eyes so he could spare his psyche from witnessing a fatality. Several seconds of willful blindness would pass until Tracey allowed his left eye to see through the smallest aperture his fingers would allow. He saw the herd was still furiously galloping. But he could see Ash was now riding the herd leader. The herd was in formation with Ash at the front.

"Huh. I never seen him do that before," Tracey remarked to himself.

His hands abandoned his face. Tracey was relieved he didn't have to see a live body get trampled or gored. He deduced that Ash had somehow hopped on top of the herd leader mid-motion and mounted it.

"Guess he learned some new tricks in Kalos," he observed out loud.

"Yee haw!" he faintly heard Ash yell.

"Pika!" squeaked Pikachu.

Tracey flattened his hands on his hips. He watched Ash orbit the periphery of the ranch. Ash made his rounds greeting the rest of his Pokemon. All while the Tauros were loyally trailing him with clouds of dust scattering in their wake. Tracey couldn't believe how well Ash had the herd under control. The last time Tracey saw Ash was when he finished his Sinnoh journey. He vividly recalled the Tauros breaking out of their pen that time as well and mercilessly pursuing Ash across the ranch. It certainly was a sharp contrast from the present.

Tracey then reflected on what had happened in Kalos. The chills from seeing the live television broadcasts and the confused panic from the destruction and rubble. Tracey was surprised Ash was in good spirits even after a calamity like that.

Ash started his approach back to the Tauros pen. He lead the Tauros into the newly formed wooden maw from where they escaped. The herd filed in, obediently confining themselves to where they were. As soon as the last one was accounted for, Ash dismounted. He dusted off his limbs and snapped his head at his shoulder towards Pikachu.

"That sure was fun, wasn't it Pikachu?" he smirked.

"Pi pikachu!" Pikachu joyfully confirmed.

Tracey walked into the Tauros pen, assessing the damage from the inside. He shook the fence posts near the point of failure to check what was left of their integrity. They were indeed rickety and needed to be replaced. He concluded that the fence would have inevitably broke with or without the Tauros' help. Ash's arrival only accelerated the time to failure.

Ash trailed up to Tracey's position. "Heh, sorry about that, Tracey," he apologized, "It looks like the old fence needed some fixing."

"I wouldn't worry about it, Ash. I'd say we're pretty much used to this every time you come home. Guess we don't remember to fix up the fence every now and then." Tracey shrugged in dismissal.

"Ha, no kidding!" Ash laughed, "Might as well do something about it while I'm here. Is the wood still at the same place in the shed?"

"It sure is. I'll walk with ya," offered Tracey, "Welcome home by the way, Ash."

"Thanks, Tracey. It's good to be back."

Tracey started his step towards the Oak ranch residence. Ash matched his speed with Tracey at his side.

"I'm surprised you're in such a good mood after going through what happened in Lumiose City," Tracey observed.

"Oh? Did my mom and the Professor tell you what happened?"

Tracey grazed a look at Ash to his side. "Are you kidding? It was all over the news!"

Ash met Tracey's gaze with widened eyes. "Whoa. I didn't think it would be that big of a deal to be on the local news."

"Why wouldn't it be?" Tracey asked confusingly, "Everyone saw the city get torn up by Zygarde. Not to mention those Team Flare guys causing all that mess."

"Wow. I mean, I guess things may have looked bad but it all worked out in the end," Ash dismissed, "Nobody got hurt, everybody was safe, and Team Flare is history."

Tracey had to stifle a chuckle. "Ash, we all saw you get captured live on TV. Everybody at home couldn't get over the videos people posted online of you unconscious on the Prism Tower."

Really? There's videos of that online?" Ash whined with a pinch of shame, "Well that's kind of embarrassing."

Tracey gimbaled his eyes to see a flustered Ash grabbing the back of his head. "Embarrassing is not the word I'd use when everyone thought you were going to bite the dust, Ash" Tracey ribbed, not understanding how his friend could value pride over safety.

Ash seemingly ignored the logic of Tracey's statement. "But if everyone was so worried about me, how come mom and the Professor didn't looked freaked out about what happened whenever I talked to them?"

"Because your mom and the Professor are grown ups," Tracey curtly explained, "Grown ups do a pretty good job of worrying and not showing."

"Was anyone else worried about me then? Were you worried about me, Trace?" joked Ash.

"Oh I was," admitted Tracey, half playing along with Ash's joke, "I mean, don't get me wrong. From hanging out with you in the Orange Islands and the stories you tell me, I know you're always bound to get yourself into something crazy."

"But, that's weird," Tracey continued, "I guess she didn't say anything to you?"

"Who say what to me?" Ash asked.

"So you didn't even talk to her," Tracey alarmingly concluded.

"Talk to who?"

Tracey sighed. "I'm talking about Misty. I thought you called her before you got back." He assumed the two regularly spoke based on what he knew.

"Oh. Well, we usually do," Ash confirmed disconcertingly. He followed with an admission. "I guess I didn't get a chance to call anyone other than mom after the Kalos League. Why? What's up with Misty?"

"Well, I was hoping you'd know," responded Tracey, sounding sorry that he didn't have more information.

"Uh oh. Is there something wrong?"

"Daisy says she's been acting weird lately," Tracey further explained.

"Really? Since when?"

"Since the Kalos League Championships. I guess ever since she saw what happened in Lumiose City, she hasn't been talking much."

"Oh jeez."

Tracey peeked to his side for Ash's reaction. He skipped a step upon seeing Ash was no longer in lock with him. He swiveled his head further back to see Ash standing still behind him and staring at the ground. Tracey could see Ash's swagger from before was diminished. His friend was seemingly unsure what to do with this new subject.

"Ash?"

"Misty," rasped Ash, "I didn't think she'd get worried over that."

Tracey oriented himself to fully face Ash. "Well why wouldn't she? As I said, a lot of us were freaked out over what happened in Lumiose. Especially her."

"I don't know. I just, never thought about it."

The bill of Ash's cap obscured his eyes from Tracey's. Tracey wondered if Ash was reacting to guilt or worry. A part of him was glad that Ash at least understood the implications of the present emotional fallout. Tracey was in fact surprised at Ash's reaction. Ash would usually brush off the worries people had over him just like he did today. But for some odd reason, this new data was a pressure point. Tracey remembered the dozens of times Misty had feared for Ash's safety. And the dozens of times Ash had given a reassuring nod and wink to diminish the danger. But now Misty wasn't talking and Ash was now sensitive to the consequences. A moment like this felt like uncharted territory.

"Do you want to give her a call right now? The fence can wait," Tracey offered, attempting to give Ash some space.

No immediate response came from Ash. Tracey suspected Ash was at least entertaining the thought. Pikachu attempted to garner a reaction from his trainer. "Pikapi?"

The brief refrain ceased when the red cap no longer eclipsed Ash's eyes. A sudden jarring smile emerged. Tracey sadly almost expected it. "Naw it's okay, we definitely need to fix that fence first."

Pikachu puckered his rodent lips in confusion as he stared at his trainer. Tracey too stared quizzically, thinning one of his eyes towards Ash. He lightly scraped a fingernail on his cheek.

Tracey knew he couldn't dwell on it too long. He throttled to a fast walk so he could catch up with Ash.

The daylight shed its golden sheen signalling the break of noon. Songs of Pidgey and Spearow played from the forest that cusped the ranch field's edge. The beat of Ash and Tracey's hammers echoed along the sweet erratic tunes. The Tauros herd were lazing about, resting from their meal and unplanned exercise.

Tracey was working on the opposite side of the fence's breach from Ash's side. He stopped driving his nail midway to rest his increasingly sore arm, already taxed by carrying the extra buckets of feed earlier. He stretched his arm muscles. The rhythm of Ash's hammer subsequently became a solo.

Ash looked to his side. Before he could question the pause, Tracey projected across the gap. "Hey Ash!"

Ash paused his own hammer. "What's up!"

"So where did you learn how to do that?"

Ash swept the sweat above his eyes with the back of his hand. "Hammering a nail?"

"No, I mean before we started on the fence," Tracey specified, "You managed to get on top of the Tauros while it was running at you."

"Oh that!" Ash realized, "Yeah, that's something I picked up in Kalos."

"Huh, I thought you did. So who taught you that?" Tracey asked, "I've never seen you do that before."

"Uh, my friend Serena taught me. It's honestly no big deal. It was something that took awhile to get used to."

Ash mentally thumbed through his memories of Kalos. Ash recalled the drills, the postures, and the techniques Serena had him do whenever they had a chance to rent out Rhyhorn. "She taught me how to ride Rhyhorn. But it was pretty easy to use what I learned with the Tauros," he added.

Ash was going to continue on about how he was able to translate Rhyhorn riding into Tauros riding. But his memories of Serena's lessons segued into other kernels of thought. His mind waltzed to what had happened at the Lumiose International Airport. The moment before he, Serena, Bonnie, and Clemont went their separate ways.

Ash remembered how Serena lunged for his face from the escalator.

The memory had barely aged beyond a day. The vividness still young and fresh. The brief collision of their lips. The sudden warmth and moisture on his mouth. The sweet residue left behind by her lip gloss. Serena's humid breath collecting and evaporating on his face before and after the surprise contact.

Ash's sight had already zoned out on the green and blue mountainscapes beyond the rural plains of his home town. Ash didn't know what to think about that moment with Serena. There was something enjoyable about it but Ash couldn't understand why. Before he could think of it even further, another memory triggered, this time farther back beyond Kalos. It was in the Orange Islands.

"I wonder how they evolved, from the battle or the kiss!" blurted Tracey.

Tony and Emily's Nidorans had evolved into Nidorino and Nidorina after kissing each other. Tracey furiously scratched his pencil across his paper canvas. Misty literally hurled him aside in response to his bold hypothesis.

"Do you think people change when they're kissed?" Ash asked Misty with befuddlement, confused by her overreaction.

He expected her to face him in giving a straight answer. Her answer was cryptic instead. "Guess we're gonna have to find out ourselves," Misty murmured, denying Ash the eye contact he wanted.

A pang of guilt tore through him. Ash remembered Misty was worried about him. She wasn't talking to anyone and he had yet to talk to her since the Lumiose incident. Ash was aware of the stinging possibility that Misty may not be feeling well because of him. But his sudden sensitivity to what Misty thought confused him, something he’d never think about before. So why now?

But then Ash dwelled on the word change. Supplemental guilt invaded Ash's subconscious when thinking about the kiss. If people change when receiving one, did Serena's alter him somehow? He couldn't rationalize the shame he felt for almost enjoying it. Even more so for letting it happen.

Ash couldn't bear to give it more thought. His mind propelled back to the present. He realized he was touching his mouth in front of Tracey. His hand scrambled back to his side. He fought the embarrassment percolating within.

"Ash? Is everything okay?" Tracey cocked his head to get a better angle on Ash's face.

"Yeah, I'm good." Ash resumed slamming his unfinished nail.

"You sure?"

"Yeah," Ash deflected, "I was thinking how you probably want to learn how to ride the Tauros like that too." He nicked another unused nail from his nail box.

"Yeah. I what I wanted to ask," Tracey hesitantly resolved, "That definitely would be helpful."

Tracey slowly resumed hammering on his end of the fence. His eyes darted between Ash and his hammer's target but he would eventually fully focus on the nail. From then on, Ash and Tracey's voices would no longer disturb the cadence of steel clacking wood.

"Do you think people change when they're kissed?" Ash rehashed quietly to himself while still swinging his hammer.

Ash didn't have the answer. But his urge to get in touch with Misty grew even greater.

The sleeping data center ran on a solar power source independent from the main Kalos power grid to prevent detection from the authorities. The racks of servers and hard drives were powered off since the day the seemingly unused data center was constructed by a shell company owned by Lysandre Labs. No human had stepped into the nondescript building off the beaten path of Route 12 ever since the technicians and engineers responsible for its creation had finished the initial setup. Largely forgotten, the data center was off the books from the company's ledgers and records in case Lysandre Labs would be seized by the Kalosian government. Which had happened almost two weeks ago.

But today, the silent farm of computers awoke. Fluorescent lights one by one illuminated the rows of mainframes. A hum and rattle came from the vents, an indication that the air conditioning turned on without complications. At the corner of the server room was a lone terminal. The display activated for the second time of its operating life:

Waiting for deadman switch packet...

TIMEOUT (Waited for 864000 seconds)

No deadman switch packet received…

[[Initializing Backup Sequence]]

Executing Backup Shell Scripts...

Establishing secure encrypted 256-bit session to any available Team Flare data servers…

Found server at fue7::8je6::923h::a73g Found server at 98y8::t8yu::iasd::fy89 No response from 2f31::dd8d::9d4g::712f Found server at 8df9::3f4e::5g7f::9fas Found server at j87r::56wr::f98y::u23t No response from g73f::752a::c73b::878e

Downloading file(s)

…...…...…...…...…...…...…...…...…...…...…...COMPLETE

Decrypting file(s)

…...…...…...…...…...…...…...…...…...…...…...COMPLETE

234,325,342 file(s) recovered across 432 volumes. (39.93 TB)

SIGNAL SELF-DESTRUCT fue7::8je6::923h::a73g SIGNAL SELF-DESTRUCT 98y8::t8yu::iasd::fy89 SIGNAL SELF-DESTRUCT 8df9::3f4e::5g7f::9fas SIGNAL SELF-DESTRUCT j87r::56wr::f98y::u23t

CONFIRMATION PACKET RECEIVED FROM j87r::56wr::f98y::u23t CONFIRMATION PACKET RECEIVED FROM 8df9::3f4e::5g7f::9fas CONFIRMATION PACKET RECEIVED FROM 98y8::t8yu::iasd::fy89 CONFIRMATION PACKET RECEIVED FROM fue7::8je6::923h::a73g

[[Activating Continuity of Operations Protocol]]

Sending confirmation signal request packets to all Team Flare cells...

Awaiting confirmation from Aliana Cell… Awaiting confirmation from Byrony Cell… Awaiting confirmation from Celosia Cell… Awaiting confirmation from Mable Cell… Awaiting confirmation from Xerosic Cell… Awaiting confirmation from Euclid Cell…

Status Aliana Cell (NO RESPONSE) Status Byrony Cell (NO RESPONSE) Status Celosia Cell (NO RESPONSE) Status Mable Cell (NO RESPONSE) Status Xerosic Cell (NO RESPONSE) Status Euclide Cell (ACTIVE)

Updating chain of command graph… COMPLETED

[[Broadcasting secure encrypted message to any available Team Flare assets]]

(BEGIN TRANSMISSION)

CONTINUITY OF OPERATIONS PROTOCOL ACTIVATED.

THIS IS AN AUTOMATED PRE-WRITTEN MESSAGE.

THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

IN EVENT THAT THIS MESSAGE IS TRANSMITTED, ASSUME HQ AT LYSANDRE LABS IS COMPROMISED.

ASSUME HQ EITHER DESTROYED OR SEIZED BY AUTHORITIES.

AVAILABLE ASSETS TO MAKE CONTACT WITH REMAINING EXECUTIVES LEFT IN CHAIN OF COMMAND AS DETERMINED BY OPERATIONAL CONTINUITY PROTOCOL.

USE SECURE ENCRYPTION USING SALT 9j47fghjk38dbj23psza894 ACROSS ALL CHANNELS IN SUBSEQUENT COMMS.

PROTOCOL HAS DETERMINED EXECUTIVE _EUCLID_ IS NOW CHIEF EXECUTIVE OF TEAM FLARE.

NEW DIRECTIVES TO ARRIVE SHORTLY AFTER STRATEGIC ASSESSMENT OF SITUATION AT DISCRETION OF CHIEF EXECUTIVE.

(END TRANSMISSION)

#Pokemon #Ash Ketchum #Misty #Tracey Sketchit #Pokeshipping #fan fiction #my fan fiction

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The Possible Etymology of Genocider Syo's English Names

Hello, I wish to share my theories as to why Genocider Syo was translated into English as Genocider Jack and Genocider Jill. I’m submitting this because Tumblr’s ask box character limit is my natural enemy.

Let’s start with Genocider Jack. First off, there is an official reason for this; Syo was translated as Jack so any (new-coming) English-speaking player would assume that Genocider was male due to it being a male name as while Syo is a male name an English-speaking player might not know that and assume it’s gender-neutral, thus making the reveal of Genocider being a split personality of Toko less surprising as it would seem like it’s always been a probable possibility that Genocider could be female. Then there’s my theory, that the name might be a reference to both Jack the Ripper and Jack and Jill, more on the latter when talking about the name Jill. Jack the Ripper is a notorious serial killer from the Victorian Era who killed female prostitutes. Genocider came into being because Toko was betrayed emotionally by someone she loved as a little girl. Now, what might that be called? Cheating. What might someone who is cheating via infidelity (as opposed to cheating by secretly being in another relationship) employ? A female prostitute. Also, here is a quote from Jack the Ripper’s Wikipedia Page, “The name ‘Jack the Ripper’ originated in a letter written by someone claiming to be the murderer that was disseminated in the media.” That sounds similar to someone we know, except in modern time, right? For those who don’t understand or have forgotten; Genocider was dubbed with her name by social media and she, apparently (given how she uses it like it’s her personal name), ran with it like the best kind of content creator; those that support memes and fandom stuff. Now, in order to get into the possibly intertwined etymology origin of Jack and Jill, first we need to talk about how Jill fits into the equation, then we can get back to talking about Jack. Also, this paragraph has gone on for way too long but with the way I write/format things I can’t split it up into parts and still have it make sense. Oh well.

Now, onto Jill. To start, as something I’ve just realized while writing this, it is incredibly easy to mistype ‘Jill’ as 'Kill’ as the J-key and the K-key are right next to each other and Jill is an easy to spell short name that is very easy to type too fast and unthinkingly and realize that you mishit the K-key a second too late and you’ve already spelled out the whole name except with a K and now it’s 'Kill’ and you need to go back and fix it. I’ve been misspelling Jill a lot. Moving on, while most people know the rhyme of Jack and Jill, they actually only know the beginning of the old version. (I say 'the old version’ as this is, as of modern times, the whole rhyme) There are actually three verses instead of one, but the one that’s actually important is the third verse. According to Wikipedia, there are two versions of of the third verse but, while they are only a very minor variation, they are both important. To quote Wikipedia, here is how the third verse goes, with X (added by me) being where the important variations are:

When/Then Jill came in, and she did grin,

To see Jack’s paper plaster;

Her mother whipt (means 'whipped’ or 'flogged) her, across the knee,

For X Jack’s Disaster

The important variations are 'laughing at’ and 'causing’. The second one is obvious; it refers to how Jack fell down the hill and (at least according to the second verse) got seriously hurt. This could be meant to paint Jill as either having attempted to murder Jack and make it look like an accident or at least she has enough malice to harm another person. Then there is the first variation… Genocider laughs a lot, doesn’t she? She talks about horrible things and laughs, she lives in the killing game and laughs, she’s rarely not acting with a cheery demeanor. Also note that, no matter the version, Jill is always grinning when she gets to Jack. Of Genocider’s sprites, not counting variations of what is basically the same sprite, 8/11 in Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc and 6/8 in Danganronpa Another Episode: Ultra Despair Girls are smiling. Also of note is how Genocider only kills men, like how Jill’s victim will always be Jack, a little boy. Finally, I have a little theory that Genocider was given two names in the English version to subtly hint at genders not always being not they seem and that would be important in the trial, as note how Genocider herself comes up with the name Jill, most likely picking it for it’s easy connection to her more well known name of Jack and how it properly reflects her gender, and she’s revealed in the murder case of Chihiro, who also did not identify by the gender that would be initially assumed.

Well, that was my essay on Genocider’s name’s English translation. This isn’t to say that is better than Syo or anything like that, I personally use Syo, but I made it because people are often confused on why her name was translated at all and, even more confusingly, why give her two names. This is what I believe to be why.

Post Script: …I think this was meant to be much shorter than it ended up being… Not a bad thing… Also, fear me and my Great Walls of Text.

#EVIDENCE! THEORIES! good shitttttt #submission #anonymous

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