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pxmegranates · 20 days

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→ ❛One Way Train❜

→ Pairing ; Warden Ingo x Reader

→ Quote ; ❛❛It was perhaps that moment that caused a shift in Ingo, something telling him to seek further, to seek much more than what meets the eye, and he was determined, even if it was a one way train towards victory.❜❜

→ Genre ; Romance , hurt/comfort if you squint

→ A/N ; Phew, one hefty fic out of the way, i admit i was initially gonna make it Ingo and not Warden Ingo but, it just seemed to fit better to have it done with the latter. Hope ya'll like it!

Reality, to most people, was nothing but a mere curse, something people werent fond of, something people escaped from on the daily, be it through games or through fantasy. It was something everyone, one way or another, wanted to run away from, at least to some extent.

Some wished to escape for the sake of finding a new world, some wanted to escape for the sake of leaving situations that werent favorable for them, be it physically, mentally, or both, and then there were some who simply chose to escape from reality as is, no exact meaning about it. Be whichever it be, it is the truth for most people, perhaps, including you.

But for Ingo, this couldnt be farther from the truth. For him, the world as he knew, the “reality” that he knew grew to be a cold spectacle for tired eyes. Everyone he knew, everyone he had met and had exchanged words with. It was all nothing but code and strings of binary. At first, it all felt like a sick twisted game, something not meant for him to find out, something that went against everything that he once knew, but he knew that it was true, especially when he put every single little thing into consideration.

The eyes of the trainer were hollow, empty, cold, a mere vessel for who was truly playing the cards of the reality he laid in—Not to mention, days and nights seemed to pass by rather quickly the more he focused on it, lasting only a few hours, it was intriguing in some sense, but in another, it was creepy. Trying to talk to other members about these findings would bring about one of two things: Either they were completely oblivious to these happenings, or they ignored him, as if he didnt exist.

But they never ignored you.

In fact, it was as if at times, their speech was mostly triggered by your presence alone, you being in the limelight caused them to be able to speak about certain topics, but Ingo knew better than to cause a disturbance on the reality he was set in. Was it a joke from Arceus? Was it a gift? A curse? To be aware of how hollow and empty things were once he realized something wasnt right? something wasnt adding up? He wanted to know so desperately, just as much as he wanted his memories to come back.

But they were just whispers, fleeting and ephemeral in the darkness of his mind.

At one point an idea would pop into his mind, simple enough for it to be a flame of curiosity sparking into his head, he’d try and focus on the moments he had experimented before, before looking ahead from his position to where you’d be. Usually, and another thing he had taken notice of, was the fact that everytime you seemed to “leave”, Akari would stop full on her tracks before disappearing, just like that, in thin air. It was an odd spectacle, sometimes it happened right beside him, other times it happened a few steps away from him, either way, it was… creepy, to say the least.

Thats why, when he saw you come in again, he didnt waste any time on trying to get to talk to you, even if it put at risk his own existence. He already had been at a standstill between doing what he had been doing up until now, and breaking free from those orders, in the end, he had nothing to lose.

“Excuse me” He’d begin, noticing as you turned around to face him, this was his chance. “Do you, know whats happening lately?”

“What… What’s happening…?”

And for the first time in what seemed to have felt days on end, perhaps months wondering what was happening around, he heard a voice, resonating across the plane he stood in like the wind, the sun, and the rain. He looked around for a moment, just to make sure he wasnt the only one who heard it, yet, it seemed like that was the case, the only one to be graced by such a miracle, he felt… eager to hear more.

“Excuse me, I know this might be very sudden” He continued, explaining carefully what was happening before saying. “Please, I just want to know whats happening lately”

“Whats… happening lately…?” Your voice resonated yet again, in clear confusion as you tried to also make sense of the situation “Are-Are you talking to me?”

“Yes, I am speaking to you Akari… Unless that is not your name… How shall I refer to you then?”

That was the beginning of an unlikely conversation, where you tried to make amends with the world in which you were called, and Ingo tried to make amends with the world he was in. Ingo then learned that you were (y/n), a player for a game about Pokemon, and one where you had been the main player all along. Ingo wondered for long moments about it all, then, after all, he really had been living a lie all this time, had he not? A place that only exists in the palm of the hand of another, that only exists and is only alive when said another is playing it, it all felt hollow, but Ingo did his best to stay grounded, lest he wish to falter and screw this one chance up.

He felt comfortable, though, hearing your voice, hearing you speak about all the things that conformed this world in the palm of your hand. You spoke to him about Pokemon not in Hisui, about pokemon he “used”, about chandeliers and moles, You also spoke to him about yourself, about what you did in your spare time, about what you did when you were bored, and how you managed to get through to this moment. You spoke to him about your history, and in return, he listened through the screen in a darkened room. He didnt know what you looked like, he didnt know what you were truly like, but time would bring afloat strings of love and of cherishment. It was slow, a slow burn candle that took days, weeks and perhaps even months before he started falling for someone he had met through unlikely means.

“Work was so boring… did I tell you about the problems my friends had?” You said once, standing right by Ingo in game as he listened intently, his silver eyes right over the figure of Akari. She didnt answer, she didnt look at him, but he could hear your voice nonetheless, and that was enough for him as is.

“I dont think so” Was his reply, with a warm smile. It was a rare occurrence, but lately he had been smiling more often, casually. “Do you wish to talk about it?”

“Hm…” You stopped in your tracks for a moment, focusing on his smile, his face, everything.

Feelings werent one sided, by no means were they one sided. Truth to be told, you had been pinning on Ingo for a while now, emotions washing over you as you gazed over the man with a close watch, he was… perfect. To you he was perfection, a mirage in the darkness of your room. a mirage in the sadness of your world, you’d sigh before looking away for a few moments.

“Nah, its not that interesting” You’d say, not noticing the head tilt Ingo gave you as you focused on the elements of your room.

It was quaint, simple, just enough for you as you enjoyed life on a small flat in your city, and while it wasnt much, you were proud of yourself for leaving your parents home rather early, rather quickly, spreading your wings and flying off into the horizon. If only things were easier once in flight.

The only thing illuminating your room was your tv, playing Pokemon Arceus non stop ever since you got to know Ingo was self aware, ever since he asked you what was happening. At first you were skeptical, but you grew to accept it. After all, did it hurt to believe in fairytales just for a moment?

“(y/n)?” He’d call out to you, your head turning quickly to the tv as you held you switch in your hands. “Is everything ok?”

“Y-Yes… Just, thinking”

“Oh?”

“...Just… You’re, real, right? Everything, all of this is, really happening, right?”

Silence covered the world for a long moment, only the sound of passing cars and crickets could be heard, the sound of the wind in game, of the pokemon. Ingo would think for a long moment before nodding, with a reassuring smile.

“Yes, I am really here.”

“... I just-”

“I’ll prove it to you, just you wait”

It was perhaps that moment that caused a shift in Ingo, something telling him to seek further, to seek much more than what meets the eye, and he was determined, even if it was a one way train towards victory. Albeit this time something was different, the sensation that filled him was far too different than what he did when he first talked to you, when he first explored the reality of his situation with you, things were simply different now, because he now had something to lose. Yet, he persisted. In the few moments you turned the switch off he’d spend the time exploring the world he was set in, with a completely different lense than when he wasnt aware of his reality as a person stuck in a videogame. At least that was a way to see it, wasnt it? You made him feel alive, young, everything a person should feel, then why, oh why wouldnt he try to get what he started to ache for?

It started with little things, crossing boundaries in the landscape, exploring past points where, naturally, there’d be nothing for him to see. He’d explore past the limits, and in between those limits would he find the complexities of the world he was in, the coding, the binary that he loathed previously was now at the palm of his hand, and, with ab objective at mind, the characteristic determination of the Subway Boss would kick in his mind, and thus, he’d play god within his own realm. What once was a comfortable routine, a comfortable space, had become claustrophobic, to be locked inside the confines of the place he was in, and he wanted out. He wanted to show you how much, that he was real, lest his morale falter, he didnt want to disappoint you after all.

So he’d work, day and night, anytime you werent home or you werent awake, he’d do his best to bring his dream to fruition with the very few knowledge of the mechanics of the world, but he was a fast learner, and he knew very well how to play the cards of any situation to his favor. It wouldnt be until one fateful night he’d find the answer to it all, exploring the code while you were at work, he’d stumble upon a void he hadnt seen before, like the strange outbreaks that sometimes occurred in the plains, he’d take a step forward, wanting to explore this new continent that could be what he had been waiting all these weeks.

Carefully and slowly would he step out, one foot, second foot, then the body and the arms, and he’d find himself in a place that was reminiscent of what he had always heard. ‘My room isnt that much’ You had told him once, ‘Just a bed, some shelves with a bit of old merch, a few posters and, uhm… furniture…’. Everything was just like how you told him, perfectly still, perfectly set, everything was just, perfect.

He’d explore around your room for a few moments, his fingers grazing over the bed, the shelves, stopping on the figures of what seemed to be him only that, much younger, and someone else, a man dressed in white with an everlasting smile. His fingers would hoover above your desk, the little trinkets you had in your room, before he’d step outside of that small world into the rest of the apartment.

You’d be dispatched early from work when it happened, though, when you realized you had left your switch on and only you knew how much you’d have to pay for the electricity bills in the upcoming weeks. Usually you allowed your switch to stay off the television when it didnt need to charge, but most of the time you left it charging, just to ensure you wouldnt lose Ingo, just to ensure you wouldnt lose him. Afraid of loss (and your electricity bill, which had been quite hefty these past months), you’d run to your apartment, backpack on your shoulder and keys in your hand once you’ve reached it. Your apartment wouldnt have changed exponentially, if anything, it’d be just the same, only that a certain scent of the wild would come around. Reaching the living room though, you’d drop your backpack and your keys, seeing a scene unfold within your small world.

“Ingo?” You’d ask, watching the man who, once facing his back to you, now turned with a surprised expression before calm washed over him. “Is, Is that you?”

A myriad of emotions would cover your body, you’d be filled with surprise, anxiety, fear, confusion, and an inexplicable sense of longing. One that had followed you for a long, long time now. Ingo on the other side would sigh, as if he had been holding his breath ever since he had gotten there, he’d sigh and focus on the moment currently happening, walking towards you with care, carefully, as if wanting to say.

“Yes, it is me, darling”

You’d break down instantly, then, you knew to recognize the shape of those eyes, the color of them that was unique to him. Falling into the floor he’d hurry to catch you, holding you into your arms with love and care, he’d hold you close and run his fingers through your hair. You were here, he was here, it was a perfect miracle in your eyes, a beautiful moment in his, and even if he couldnt go back, he didnt care, just being here by your side was enough for him.

You cried in his arms, you laughed, you sobbed and you giggled, a heavenly mixture of emotions as they all crashed down on your body as you tried to make sense of it, but he hushed you down with sweet nothings, his calloused hands wiping away your tears. You could feel him, feel his scent, feel all of him, and it was serendipitous.

“Im here” He’d say, clashing your foreheads together softly. “Im finally here, my love.”

#🌙;Moonlit dreams #self aware pokemon #self aware ingo #ingo x reader #warden ingo x reader #self aware au

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dubb0-g0ldfe11 · 1 month

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This is inspired by @onestepbackwards PLA Self-aware au! Please go check it out there really cool! Also please be mindful of my writing, it's not the best and I haven't written in a long time so please be nice..

This takes place after Beni tried to assassinate Akari, Akari ran to Alabaster Icelands to Pearl Clan slightly injured from the attack, where she was immediately taken in which cause a massive argument against Irida and Kamado. "She is a demon! She needs to be dealt with!" Kamado yelled at Irida, "she is no demon Kamado! All she has ever done was help all of us and this is how you repay her?!" Irida yelled back, they kept going back and forth, as Ingo held Akari close,

"b-but what did i do? WHAT DID I DO?!" Akari sobbed while shaking in fear, "you did nothing wrong Miss Akari, We'll protect you..." Ingo try to comfort Akari the best as he can, while hiding his ever growing rage, 'if this keeps up, a war was surely break out' Akari thought, 'how much do I have to give in order for these people to be satisfied?' Akari sobbed at the thought. Then suddenly without thinking Kamado aggressively grabbed Irida's wrist,

and just then and without warning.

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐌

Kamado and Irida went flying in separate directions as a massive cloud of snow went up into the air, as Irida was caught by Gaeric and Kamado fell onto the ground.

Then a 50 ft Dragon like Pokemon appeared from the cloud of snow and circled around in the air with a loud, booming, deafening roar, came out from the Pokemon, everyone can only look up in the sky and shock, in awe and most of all in horror.

"KAMADO WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" Irida yelled out in fear, 'have we invoked the wrath of the Almighty Sinnoh?' Pearl Clan thought. As the massive Dragon like Pokemon flew around the sky it dived head first into the ground, into the cloud of snow that was slowly falling down, then the snow cleared with a large gust of wind. Revealing a tall person in a altered kimono outfit with cloud designs

"𝐈𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟.." the you said, "𝑰 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑫𝑨𝑴𝑵 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆..." then suddenly before anyone can blink, you fastly moved in front of Kamado and grab him by the base of the shirt lifting him up and making them look at each other face to face. "𝑰'𝑽𝑬 𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝑺𝑶 𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑰𝑶𝑼𝑺!! 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝒀𝑬𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑯𝑼𝑹𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑨𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬!" Kamado looked at them in shocked confusion before slowly realizing...

"𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕... 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅..." The you then pointed at Akari was being held by Ingo as he held Akari protectively, "𝐈𝐬 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄..." "No..." Kamado whispered in disbelief. Everyone was completely in shock, 'Akari? A child of a god? How could they not notice this?!' there's so many questions that everyone including Akari wanted answers to but there's no time to answer. As they all watch what the God was going to do next.

"𝐈'𝐦 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞... 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐓!" You throw Kamado a good few feet away from them as a slowly morph into your dragon form, "𝑰 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘!" As they turn back into there dragon form and circle Kamado and his army, "𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝!" Everyone's blood ran colder than I already was, "𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧!" You crushed a few of Kamado troops with your clawed dragon hand "𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐎 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰, 𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒!!" All everyone could hear a course of voices repeating the last sentence, as you continue to circle around Kamado army, making them close in on each other. Then suddenly you transformed back into your human form and grabbed Beni's arm who was with the Kamado's army, "𝐘𝐨𝐮! 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐜𝐮𝐳 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭.." then you threw him across the field, "𝑨 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑲𝑺 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑬𝑶𝑼𝑺𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆!" Then you walked up to Beni and pick them up by his throat, with Kamado watching still recovering from being thrown.

"𝐂𝐮𝐳 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞...𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕, 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓..." You tighten your grip around Beni's throat as he soon realized what was about to happen as he struggled to get out of your grip. "𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨~" you said in a mocking tone, then crushed Beni's throat with your bare hand, "NOOOOOO!!" Kamado yelled out in pain, as Beni's blood splattered everywhere and he gurgled on his own blood, then you just tossed him aside like nothing, "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐝! 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄!" You the. Grabbed Kamado by the hair, and proceed to drag him around fastly and hastily like a rag doll, has he tried to get out of your grip but you no avail. "𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭! 𝐖𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰!" You then throw Kamado to the ground as he looked up at you with your pure hatred in his eyes.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭! 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫! 𝑼𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒊𝒂 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆! 𝑪𝑼𝒁 𝑹𝑼𝑻𝑯𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑰𝑺 𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑪𝒀 𝑼𝑷𝑶𝑵 𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑽𝑬𝑺!" Then you immediately turn back into your dragon form, has you Tower over him in your dragon form and begin to circle around him and his army once more. "𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒃𝒚𝒆! 𝑻𝑶𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑫𝑰𝑬! 𝑼𝒏𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒛𝒆~ 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 ��𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔..." As you say this everyone begins to bow down to you it felt powerful, addicting even, well everyone except Kamado... "Oh almighty God! We met no harm we only banished her to protect us, we take no pleasure in her pain, I only wanted to protect the village-" you raise your hand up to silence him as you transformed back into your human form,

"𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒕𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆..." You say with closed eyes as you slowly raise your arm, "𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚.." As you fully extend your arm towards Kamado and his army,

"𝘿𝙄𝙀..."

Then the snow became mist again blocking Pearl Clan from seeing the inside of the battlefield. But inside the snow became alive, taking forms of monsters, and they begin absolutely tearing into Kamado army, ripping and tearing they're limbs off an devouring them, 'I guess all those horror games I played really paid off' you thought as you watch the massacre, the only thing Pearl Clan can hear where there's blood currently screams of pain and agony, as they scream for their Commander to do something, anything to save them, but all Kamado can do is stand there, and for some reason the monsters are leaving him alone. He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe, everything was happening too fast for him to process. Until all the screams die down in his entire army was wiped from the face of the Earth, the only thing that remained where the blood stains of his people. As is mist clears and pearl Clan look in horror, from all the blood on the ground.

Through hitched breaths Kamado can only mutter a single sentence has he held Beni's dead body, "what...have you done...?" He can hear the voices of his fallen people 'when does a rebel become a tidal wave?' "𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭, 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝..." You say 'when does a man become a monster...?' the voices of his fallen comrades taunt him again, "𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭..." You summon a blade thanks to your coding abilities, and point it his throat making him look at you. His eyes are filled with disbelief and pain, "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫..." You press the blade against his throat, "𝑨𝒏𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔?" You ask pressing the blade closer. Just when Kamado was about to accept his fate as a single tier went freely down his face, you were stopped, "WAIT STOP!" Akari yelled out as she got go of Ingo's grip "Miss Akari wait!" Ingo yelled out to Akari as she ran over to you "mom! Wait don't do this!" Akari said as she put herself between you and Kamado.

You look at Akari confused, "𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝑰? 𝑯𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍..." You ask confused. "I know mom! But please killing people is not the right way!" Akari try to reason with you, "𝑼𝒎𝒎𝒎𝒎... 𝑰 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆...𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒘 " you say, you turn to Kamado, "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 10 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 " just as you said that he got up and immediately ran away, Looking back leaving Beni's body.

"So Akari! Aren't you going to introduce me to your friends?" You ask in your normal voice, "oh um..yes of course ma.." 'this is going to be a long day...' Akari thought.

END

FINALLY DONE JESUS CHRIST! Anyways I hope you like this cringe ass miniature story I wrote! If it was difficult to understand my jabbering, if you need help visualizing what type of crap inspired me to do this just look at this animatic. Anyways we'll see you next time! Toodles~!

#pokemon kamado #kamado #commander kamado #dubbo_goldfell #pla #beni #Pokemon beni #pearl clan #ingo #warden ingo #god reader #oc #self aware pokemon #self insert #pokemon self insert

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little-bit · 1 year

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You know it’s getting hard for me to believe he’s not self aware he’s always greeting me when I log in to MastersEx. Slightly creeped out especially by ghetsis.

#pokémon #pokemon ghetsis #wierd stuff #self aware pokemon

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lovesickeros · 5 months

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☆ even the gods bleed [ pt 3 ]

{☆} characters neuvillette, wriothesley, furina {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, multi-chapter, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings none {☆} word count 1.9k {☆} previous [ 1 ] [ 2 ]

Wriothesley was not a man of superstition. He did not kneel at the altars until his knees bled, he did not pray until his voice gave out– he did not, contrary to popular belief, suffer divine punishment for his apparent lack of respect.

After all, what Divine would look so deep beneath the waves just for a glimpse of the sinners that inhabit it?

Not them, evidently.

He hadn't slept in the past four days, though. There was a heavy air of something where ever he walked– it followed him like a thick fog, lingering and choking him until it dragged him to his knees like a chain. His thoughts inevitably linger on the striking, extravagant letter so conveniently adorning his desk at the fortress– the broken wax seal, the letter tucked into his pocket.

He'd recognize the seal of the Iudex any day. Wasn't often he spoke to him– but the shaky, distorted words hastily etched into the paper made him pause. Neuvillette always had a steady hand– elegant, flowing script that him of flowing water.

It had kept him up for days.

The implications were..haunting. He'd poured over the letter for hours, illuminated only by faint light of his desk lamp. Yet no matter how many times he tries to see what must be hidden beneath the ink, the paper itself even, he finds nothing but the shaky script of a request that sends a bolt of pure frost through his veins.

He noticed, of course, the odd goings on of Fontaine. He'd heard vague whispers of the Divine's hunt for the imposter– he'd heard, too, of the ceaseless rain pelting Fontaine until even he wondered if the nation would finally sink beneath the waves.

It didn't, though. And that only made it all the more odd. Days of constant rain, just for it to stop suddenly..he tugged his coat tighter around him, throwing up the hood of the cloak clasped even tighter over it with a grunt as he leaned around the corner of the alleyway.

He didn't believe in superstition, but this was too hard to ignore as a simple weather anomaly.

Maybe that was why he ignored his gut– he knew that this was probably a trap, at the very least it was suspicious. But damn it, he couldn't ignore the instinct to follow the only lead he had.

His boots clicked against the rain stricken streets as he stalked through the shadows, mindful of the clinking of machine patrols just a few streets away. Yet every step felt heavier then the last as he took a long, good look at the Palais Mermonia. He almost considered bringing out his gauntlets, but he thought better of it– if it came down to it, he needed information. And he would need whoever was waiting for him alive for that– the dead don't speak and all that.

The letter's directions led him in a..rather roundabout entrance to a secluded room, evidently, as he lifted his hand and quietly knocked against the door. Two rapid knocks, pause, another knock, pause, four knocks. It doesn't take long until he hears the latch of the door unlock.

The leather of his gloves creaks as he clenches his fists, adjusting his stance. He's ready for a fight, if he must, but as the door quietly slides open he feel the weight on his shoulders relax slightly– the familiar, sharp features of Neuvillette meets him. He almost reflexively smiles at the way his pupils turn into thin slits, a momentary surprise that he quickly hides well behind a cough and the creak of the door as he pulls it open fully.

"Wriothesley. I see my letter has found you well. Please, come in." Polite as ever, Neuvillette steps aside to let him in, but he can see the exhaustion lining his features– the bags under his eyes aren't as well hidden as he thinks, at least to him. "Bit odd to be inviting me all the way out here in the middle of the night, don't you think?"

His tone is smooth as he steps into the room, brushing down his hood and glancing at Neuvillette over his shoulder, watching as he shuts and locks the door behind him.

"I apologize for the..less then ideal circumstances, but I'm certain you will understand when you see for yourself." He wants to retort, but the Iudex beats him to it, vaguely motioning to the room behind him. An invitation– but he wonders if it's worth taking.

His gut says no, but he's feeling a little risky today, he supposes.

He turns back slowly, barely able to make out the two figures he'd missed on the first glance on the other side of the room– though it's hard to mistake the flourish of the Hydro Archon, even in the dark. It's the other figure that makes the breath hitch in his throat, though.

Or maybe, more accurately, it freezes. So does his blood, his whole body even, locked in stasis for a long, tense moment– he can't see them clearly, but his instincts are going haywire. He can feel his vision almost rattle where it rests against his left shoulder, cold leaking through the layers of clothes and into his skin until he has to fight to suppress a shiver.

He'd always fancied himself the hunter– he was the one who dealt with unsavory folks, in the end. But he felt like a rabbit pinned beneath the crosshairs of a gun this time. He could almost feel the teeth of the bear trap snapping shut around him, crushing bone and flesh beneath cold metal.

For a long moment he thinks he feels fear.

And with a sharp click and a burst of light, it's gone and he takes a raspy, choked breath as he blinks away the blurriness in his vision, taking in the room illuminated by the lamp.

He's not sure what he sees is better, though.

Because his body knows that their Divinity is as real as the blood running through his veins.

So why do they remind him so much of himself? Why does he see the look of the boy who died in a pool of blood not his own in them?

It is a sick, cruel kind of familiar.

Wriothesley didn't believe in superstition– but that was born of the unknown. He knew, now. He could reach out and touch the truth with his own two hands.

The throne of the world was a lie.

The thing sitting on it bled red. And if it bled, it could die.

He clenched his fists tighter– and released, letting his shoulders slump with a huff and a half hearted chuckle. "I wasn't expecting you to be in possession of a wanted criminal when you sent me that letter." He could see the gears whirring in their heads, the subtle dampness in the air reminding him just how delicate a situation it truly was.

He wasn't particularly inclined to getting blasted by a jet of water today.

"Relax, I'm not going to spill to anyone else. Seriously– don't get my jacket wet. It's expensive and a nightmare to dry." His lips quirk into a half smile, but it twists into something almost genuine at the laugh covered up by a cough he hears from the Divine. Bingo.

"It's fine, Neuvillette. Let him go." Their voice is like honey dripping from their lips, and he has to close his jaw with his hand before they can see the way it dropped in his surprise. "Of course, most Divine. My apologies." He relaxes at the sharp click of his heels as he joins them on the bed, his posture far more relaxed then he's ever seen. The Hydro Archon, much to his confusion and amusement, is far too invested in playing with their hair to pay much attention to him now that things have calmed, evidently.

Huh.

They seemed pretty cozy about it, he noted. He guesses they three of them had some time to get acquainted.

"So..who's going to explain what the hell is going on?" He probed, crossing his arms over his chest and watching the three carefully– they all looked tired, but even through the exhaustion neither seemed inclined to stray too far from the Divine. "And what exactly your plan is? You can't keep hiding them here forever. Someone will sniff them out sooner or later."

"We are aware," Neuvillette interjects, lips pursed into a thin line and his thin brows furrowed. "But as I'm sure you've noticed, the hunt for the..forgive me, most Divine, but the hunt for the alleged imposter is still at it's peak."

He grumbles in acknowledgment, hanging up his cloak by the door and sliding out of his heavy coat, resting it over the back of a nearby chair. "Hm. Suppose that's why the patrols are so common now a days."

"I'm afraid so. As you can imagine, we cannot simply ask them to..stop the search. It would draw unwanted attention and suspicion. The Divine would be found immediately if we tried to bring them out of the city at the moment." Neuvillette added, looking proper and elegant, despite the circumstances– even in the face of the Divine and the Archon turning on him and tugging his hair into intricate braids. "So I hope you understand that it was a great risk to send you that letter."

He rubs his chin, huffing in amusement– a solid plan, maybe, but his power didn't extend too far out of the Fortress. He had his connections, sure, but what use were they when he had to get the, uh, "imposter" out of Fontaine? Smuggling them out wouldn't be easy, and then there's the point of where to take them they'd have to contend with.

"Yeah, yeah– I get it. But it's not like I can just smuggle them out or keep them in the fortress. Even if we got them out of the city, we'd have to find somewhere to bunker down, and if someone spots any of us lingering there.." Archons, what a mess he'd gotten himself into. He was really looking forward to the next time he could kick his feet up with a cup of tea.

"I understand. I have already made plans, in fact." Neuvillette hesitates, and he can feel the temperature drops a few degrees. "I..cannot share them in full at the moment, but it is not for a lack of trust." Neuvillette reasoned, hands folded neatly in his lap– not that it hid the way they shook slightly. He wanted to ask, but he thought better of it.

"Eh, I don't hold it against you. The walls have ears, even up here." He deflected, running a hand through his hair. He really hoped Sigewinne wouldn't ask too much when he gets back. "I trust your judgment." He hesitates for a long moment, pulling out a simple, neatly folded letter of his own.

"Memorize the code words, then burn it. I'll be waiting for your next letter." He murmurs, plucking his coat and cloak and tugging them back on one after another, shuffling back over to the latched door. He hesitates again, his hand lingering on the door.

"I just hope your plan is worth the risk, Neuvillette."

He leaves before he can respond, the harsh click of the door ringing in his ears even as he steps back into the shadows of the night.

#sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin impact #imposter au #genshin cult au #genshin impact cult au #furina #neuvillette #wriothesley #furina in the back just awkwardly sitting there bc she aint fighting wrio KHSDKHFKHJ #she was there for his trial when he killed two adults as a CHILD shes not fighting the adult version no ty #also writing reader to be as lowkey eldritch horror as possible. they r just playing nice rn but :)#reader collecting fontaine chars like pokemon cards #anyway wow i wonder what his plan is...wonder who it is he's involved besides wrio.......haha #cough cough #:]#looks at my other fics. haha.........ha....#anyway #slowly bringing in the key players one by one but it's probably gonna be in multiples now #if u guess correctly who neuvi is making plans w u get a lopsided gold star sticker that says “good job!” :]#i promise the lore will make sense soon (it wont im making it up as i go along)#if u see any typos no u didnt #zzzzzzzzzzzz gn #fic tag

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It would be really funny if, in the older games, the player is a glitch hunter/showcaser. Say, in Pokemon Red, the player goes “If I name myself Ardavne, name the rival Jack, talk to this random Old Man, then fly to the coast of Cinnibar Island and surf there, I can catch Mewtwo, Snorlax and Alakazam at impossible levels!”

Meanwhile the game character (bonus points if it’s Giovanni) is just standing there like “What.”

JSKFKSK

You know the game like the back of your hand. It’s one of your favorite games to pick apart and experiment what you can get away with.

So imagine when you get a new copy, or emulate it, things stutter a bit, before returning to normal. You are eager to see what that was, and pick the game apart once more!

Nothing seems wrong, but you decide to go through the motions. Why not catch rare pokemon in weird and convoluted ways?

All while trainers and gym leaders watch in confusion, horror, and awe.

Giovanni can only go slack jawed seeing you teleport to different parts of Kanto, clip through a building a certain way, destroy reality a little bit, and end up with a mew. And a weird pokemon that only appears as bones what the fuck-

He’s already scheming how to play this into his hands, all while Red goes to bed after you turn the game off wondering how the hell you made him able to do all that.

Or imagine by breaking the game so often, that’s the reason someone becomes self aware. The tomfoolery of speed running and glitch hunting accidentally making a G rated mafia boss self aware. Oops.

Now you have said G rated mafia boss watching your every move. Hope you don’t mind his fascination with how you break reality before resetting it!

#self aware au #self aware pokemon #self aware giovanni #giovanni #ask #anon #zed.talks

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sumthinganarchy · 27 days

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!!!old art!!!

#my art #sumthing.art #back pain shipping #smiley shipping #pokemon #pokemon self aware #self aware pokemon #pokemon gen 5 #submas #subway boss ingo #ingo #subway boss emmet #emmet #gore #tw gore #cw gore #g/t #g/t drawing #sumthing.s/i

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aquanutart · 7 months

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Nyaha~! Caught in my electroweb! ♡

#pokemon #iono #nanjamo #bellibolt #pokemon sv #aquanutart #iono gives me this vibe of 'i've sold my soul to chasing love and attention from thousands of strangers who will never know me'#but with an edge of self-awareness and i like that #i love hyper over-the-top performer personalities! i think she genuinely enjoys performing in her cutesy persona #and i definitely think it's a huge part of herself that she enjoys expressing but she has another side too #that worries about numbers and holding people's interest and getting the attention and validation she wants #she's an in-universe internet content creator! she's got a gig and she is WORKING it!!#i swear she makes me hear death by glamour #ALSO SHE HAS A FROG!!! i have no choice but to stan #btw you get a bilingual bonus if you can read this (and i get a weeb award for using romaji and katakana in the same picture)#how else though can i convey to english audiences that she uses boku (i love it)#her catchphrase 'your eyeballs are mine' does kinda creep me out though #i find it less creepy in japanese which is just 'your eyeballs (are acted on by) electric net' but that may be because i understand it less #i don't know japanese well enough to guess exactly what it's implying rofl

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elvestoneanzelote1 · 6 months

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𝘈:𝘯- 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰! 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺.. 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 (𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰..) 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵!

Has it not been that day..

The day I first met you, will things have change better for me?

Or will I suffer more without you?.

The minds on mine is a puzzle mess.

Trying to find the clue to your heart.

Tell me, why is it that you yearn for someone yet.. I am not that someone for you?

Like this poems, soothing my thoughts.

You read and I am glad you did.

Misguided am I? To be in love with you?

Or.. Am I just a freckle of your imagination that fall for you deeply in your memory?.

I watch you eeverytime.

Everyday you smile at me.. More likely.. To the game.. I guess.

No matter what this wall of glass put us away.

Y/n my dear, I swore to you.

I will find a way to bring you here with me.

A world where you had no worries about your family nor friends.

Only me and you.

I promise you that I will make you smile everyday you did for me..

But for now.. Please bare it.

Just continue on playing the game and smile eveytime you see me on screen.

Even if it hurts me too.

I will surely find a way.

Where we could be together for eternity.

As ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴄʟᴏsᴇs ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴄʀᴇᴇɴ.

Yᴏᴜ sᴍɪʟᴇ sʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴘᴀᴛᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ sᴛʀᴏᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴄʀᴇᴇɴ sʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ.

Yᴏᴜ ғᴇʟᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠs ᴍᴇssɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ sᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴀs ᴛᴏ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏ.

Yᴇᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ sᴍɪʟᴇ ᴡᴀʀᴍʟʏ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ, ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ..

Wʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ.

"I ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡᴀɪᴛ.. Fᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇɴ" ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏɢ ᴏғғ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs.

As ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴɪsʜ ᴏғ ғᴜʀɴɪᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏᴛᴛʟᴇs ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ʏᴇᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀɴᴋᴇᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇᴅ.

Tᴏ sʟᴇᴇᴘ..

Aғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ.. Sʟᴇᴇᴘ ʜᴇʟᴘs ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪssᴇʀɢ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ sᴇʟғ.

Pᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs.

Bᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴀ ʜᴏᴘᴇ.

Tʜᴀᴛ.. Sᴏᴍᴇᴅᴀʏ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴡɪsʜᴇs ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇs.

Wɪʟʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ.. Mᴏʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ᴛʜɪs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ.

As ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs ғᴏʀ ᴀ sʟᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴜɴᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʜᴏɴᴇ ᴄʟɪɴᴋ ᴀ ʟɪɢʜᴛ.

Oᴠᴇʀʟᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ.

Pᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏʀ ᴡᴏʀsᴛ.

Tᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ.. Oғ sᴏʀᴛ.

𝘈:𝘯- 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘺/𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 ! 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘴!

(This tags are some games that I thought of when writing this..)

#yandere game characters #yandere genshin impact #yandere otome games #honkai star rail #yandere honkai star rail #yandere mystic messenger #yandere obey me #yandere the arcana #yandere game #game chracter x reader #video games x reader #pokemon #self aware #self aware au #slight yandere #genshin sagau #sahsrau #self aware genshin impact

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pxmegranates · 11 days

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→ ❛Artificial❜

→ Pairing ; AI Turo x Reader

→ Quote ; ❛❛And in the darkness of the night, the only illumination in the room would be his eyes, as you wept quietly in his arms.❜❜

→ Genre ; Drama , hurt/comfort

→ A/N ; Sorry it took me so long to get to this, I struggled with inspiration but it finally struck so here it is!

Turo didnt believe in faith, much less would his AI counterpart believe in it. If anything, they both believed in the future, the waves of newfound achievements and exciting new discoveries. Turo wasnt one to focus on the past, rather, he focused on the future, and even farther than that. Perhaps, in some sense his ideals clashed harshly with Sada’s, who focused more on the past, the achievements already received and the things that already had happened, finding joy in discovering elements from the past that had been forgotten in favor of advancing.

Thats why, when he started feeling something weird in the way things seemed to move, the AI didnt waste any time in putting his head deep into discovering what was wrong, and what was causing said disturbance. What once started as the continuation of the deceased professor's research, now took a turn into studying this new variable, this new element that caught his attention, and with it, came his attention turning forward to you.

An interesting variable, Turo would find in you something he hadnt seen in years of investigation, yet, here you were, something—or rather someone—that proved the existence of a multiverse, and he welcomed said proof, after all, his research focused greatly in pokemon from diverse timelines, did it not? Thats what caused both of you to meet for the first time.

Breaking past pleasantries, Turo would call you forward once after you had yet again helped Miraidon regain part of its power, one of the few moments where he knew he could try to bring forward a conversation, but not bring afloat any suspicions, at least not more than were necessary to advance in his study. He’d begin simple, focusing on the present moment, with simple questions like what you were currently doing, what was it like in where you were, simple yet sufficient to gain a grasp at what he was battling with. That was perhaps when he heard it, when after what felt like weeks of research, he heard your voice for the first time.

“Kinda odd questions for a game like this” You said out in the air, not expecting any answers nor any questions, but Turo had many, in fact he had enough to bring even more questions for the next batch of questions he thought of bringing. With limited time and limited resources in the claustrophobic space he was battling in, his questions became more cryptic, more… strange to you. He started asking subtly about what you were doing, just that this time, he focused on whether your answer would focus on the “player” (as he guessed) rather than you, as the one behind the ropes.

Thats how he learnt more about you, slowly but surely, he learnt more and more, until eventually he’d learnt that you were adventurous, you kicked right back into challenges and, despite the weird events that went through in game due to his doing, you pushed forward. Often you would comment things like “Dude do you think every copy of Pokemon is personalized?” To no one to answer, but he’d chuckle at… whatever that was supposed to mean. Other times you spoke about “Kinda creepy how my bias is asking all these questions”, and once again would he chuckle, only that the word ‘Bias’ threw him for a loop, what had you meant with that? Part of him wished to come out of where he was currently in, just… walk out of Area Zero and greet you properly, greet you the way the late Professor used to do to those he met, but… He knew it wouldnt be possible. Besides, there was only so much the AI knew about the outside world, just enough for it to be useful in the current moment. Still, he wanted to know more, explore more, learn more things, a hunger he hadnt felt ever since he was created, but…

…Was he really just an AI anymore?

The question threw him for another loop when it came to his mind. He had begun questioning his existence as a created being, someone of metal, someone of artificiality. He was the future, but in between said future, came questions of who he had grown to be after what were now months of investigation of this new horizon. So, when you came to Area Zero, when you came to him, he was eager to finally do what he hadnt done in years.

“Thank you for coming to Area Zero, though I am afraid I must reveal the truth to you” He began, closely following the script of what he was meant to say, despite breaking past the code he had been studying for days on end. “I am not really Professor Turo, but his assistant, made in his likeness”

“I knew it—I called it!!” You noted in the air, yet again, not expecting anyone to answer, before something, or perhaps someone, answered those words.

“You… Knew it?”

“Huh?”

For the first time, it was Turo’s time to throw you in for a loop, questioning everything that had been happening thus far. Yet, he’d only smile, everything was going exactly as he had expected after all.

“While Im afraid to sour your momentary excitement, I must ask you some more questions about what is currently happening.” He’d say, walking off to the side before lift an eyebrow at the resonating groan you’d shoot him, turning quickly to face you with a confused face. “Is, something the problem?”

“More questions, great…” You mumbled to yourself, oblivious to what was happening currently, to what was really going on in between the code and the binary.

Turo would hum for a bit, bringing a hand to his chin as if in thought, yet, before he could even bring up an answer, a question would bring him out of the loop he was in for a long time ago. You’d ask to the air, yet again, what was really happening this time, why out of sudden had these words seemed to be directed straight towards you, and perhaps thats when it clicked on your mind, even if the thought was too wild, too weird to be considered fair, to be considered a possibility, you clicked your tongue and asked yet again.

“Are you… perhaps… aware this is a game?”

The question would bring his mind turning and running, like a machine beating fast and rough, you denied yourself almost instantly, but for Turo, this seemed to be the missing cog in his whole scheme, the entirety of things he had been researching but had close to no answer to it all. If this, if all his existence seemed to revolve around a game which someone controlled, then that would explain the strange things he had been experimenting, albeit not explain the reasoning behind his sudden awareness in said stage. It was strange, it was a sudden revelation, a shot of luck in the darkness. But he caught it, he took it in his hands and ran with it, after all, would there ever be a chance like this in the future?

“Could you, say that again?” He asked, almost as if begging to whoever was out there to answer him.

“What?”

“A game… Talk to me more about this game”

Granting his request nonchalantly would bring afloat a strange relationship between the both of you. Stuck in that part of the game, you’d answer Turo's questions, and Turo would finally (and more comfortably) advance in his study. While there were elements that he was already aware of, he’d become… amused, if anything, about certain other elements of your reality that caught his attention, like the lack of pokemon, or the lack of technological advancements in certain topics. He’d lift his eyebrow specially regarding topics of investigations made, almost making you read word by word certain papers regarding such investigations, which prompted a set of rules to be created regarding what you and he could do with each other’s resources.

You compromised on some, and he compromised on others, you bought the online pass as a compromise, and he stopped asking too much as another compromise, despite his hunger for knowledge often coming unfed… but not for long. His investigation would draw him to explore past the limits of the “game” he was in, but not enough to break through the “screen”, instead, his insatiable curiosity would be filled to the brim with investigations and papers he managed to find using the hidden web browser in the switch. The drawback? It lasted only 20 minutes, which wasnt a bad time limit, he could read quickly and efficiently, yet, there was a sensation of disappointment when it came to the fact he could only advance so much, plus not being able to keep his resources for too long of a time.

“Im so tired…” His musings would stop for a moment, then, hearing you come about the apartment. Your voice had become enough to break his concentration, but at the same time, the routine of hearing you come up, pop up and nonchalantly call out to him, it was starting to become…

… warm.

“What are you up to while Im gone?” You’d ask him, and he’d lose focus again after unsuccessfully attempting to regain it. “I mean… I leave the game on as part of the deal but… Is there… really much you can do there?”

“I read” He answered, coldly and perhaps too bluntly, causing you to roll your eyes, not like he could see it though “Papers, works of science… This world you’re in is…”

“Interesting? Yea you already told me…” You groan, fiddling with the controls of the switch before setting it down.

“Right…” He answered, looking down back at his writing, neat scribbles forming words and shapes, he’d nod quietly, before looking at the you that was in game. “...”

He’d stare at it for long, long moments, perhaps as if waiting for something to happen, but the coldness of Florian’s eyes and his purple uniform were less than appealing to the professor, and suddenly, he wondered what you were like. By your voice he knew you were an adult, the only thing he knew was yours, truly yours, but the rest? A mystery. Time had passed ever since your first meeting, time had passed ever since he first had knowledge that he was aware of his existence inside a game, and even with your nonchalant attitude, he found himself… yearning for something more than just chatting.

“Why did you call me bias once?”

“Jesus fucking christ you scared me—”

He’d stare at you blankly, not fearing to repeat the question again as you fumbled for your words. He wondered what your reaction was, after some research he had come to learn the meaning behind “bias”, yet it still confused him, and humored him, that you would use such a word for him. So, he’d ask, and in your nervousness you’d manage to dodge the question, which only brought his curiosity up more. Like a quiet disease, then, feelings of curiosity and yearning creep through his circuits, he felt the need to know who you were, what you did, the things you liked, the things you didnt. He yearned for more, yet to him his feelings felt like a mystery.

So he asked again, once, this time receiving an actual answer from you which would bring far more questions than answers.

“Thats… weird…” You’d begin “Are you sure you’re an AI assistant? You sound quite humane…”

“Please answer the question.”

“I mean… It sounds like you’re falling in love…”

You were confused, you had skipped past the bias stage rather tactfully when he asked, yet now he asked about feelings creeping on his back, feelings about infatuation and love, perhaps tingled with an obsession you could only seem to find reason in his seeming hunger for knowledge. Yet for Turo, this felt like a life sentence. Love was deadly, he knew that too well having the knowledge from the past professor, who died in a search for a better place for his family. But Love was also intoxicating, filling his mind with scenarios and ideas. He found himself at a standstill then, between the need for knowledge and the feelings that suddenly creeped up on his mind.

Yet when the day came that you didnt greet him back, was perhaps the day that he made the final decision on said topic. It was rainy, or so he thought, at least out of Area Zero the air was humid which indicated rain or a chance of rain. He could hear muffled crying, or at least what felt like crying, prompting him to ask what was wrong, yet the answer wasnt one he expected.

“My boyfriend left me” You cried, a muffled noise that Turo couldnt fully comprehend, yet he made the best out of the words in the bunch. “Just, im not in the mood to talk today, do your thing and leave me alone…”

“But-”

“Leave me alone! You’re not even real anyway…”

In your mind, you thought it all to be a dark dream, one you’d wake up from sooner or later. But for him, he finally found the answer to his question, deciding to make a drastic turn that may or may not bring him to the same level as the befallen professor Turo. He’d imvestigate the code yet again, utilizing previous methods to try and break free from it. If he couldnt break free from Area Zero, then Arceus, let him break free from the confines of the switch. It’d take him a week, a long, arduous week, before he’d finally be able to see it, the limit from which reality and fiction blended. He turned back for a moment before turning forward, and stepping out of the confines of the game.

He’d come about inside a room, quaint as it could ever be with few elements that he noted could be yours, little trinkets, posters, an unmade bed which he carefully prompted himself to make, and a rainy day outside of the window. Today was rainy, yesterday it had been rainy too, and tomorrow it’ll probably be rainy as well. He hummed as he heard the fumbling of keys, before coming out of the bedroom into the rest of the apartment.

As you’d come inside you wouldnt see anything out of the blue, considering he didnt have time to deal with the rest of the mess. Scattered tissues, scattered plates of food, almost my chance had you and him crossed paths when you passed towards the living room, and thats when it happened. You didnt have the voice to scream, but you did have the energy to run to him and hug him, feel his body for a moment, his arms and torso, the scent of stillness and robotics, sterility, and ultimately, the realization that he was there, standing, unsure of the next course of action.

“Turo” You’d start, tears pricking your eyes as he looked down at you. “Is, is it really you?”

“... Yes, I am real, arent I?” He’d say calmly, perhaps a bit coldly, but with two arms wrapping themselves around your body with calmness, he’d sigh.

“... Dont leave” You’d say, dropping to the floor with him following you suit. “Please…”

“I wont” He’d answer, and in the darkness of the night, the only illumination in the room would be his eyes, as you wept quietly in his arms.

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