Chapter Text
”-urry!! Run!!
“I-I’m stuck!!”
“Ingo!! INGO!!!”
*sounds of frantic wailing* “Lure!! CHANN!”
“Lavender!! G-Get him out of here!! B-brother, run!”
Ingo!!”
“Em-”
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Falling. Ingo blinked, looking around. He was falling, the freezing cold air around him. Sounds of thunder roaring and lightning crackling from everywhere, his vision blocked within the dark clouds. How the air whipped past his face.
He felt his body land hard onto the ground, a scream of agony shooting up from him. He tumbled for a minute or two, soon landing in a patch of snow.
The excruciating pain shot through his head and body like a bullet when he landed, causing a scream of pain to flow out of his mouth. He lifts his head up a bit, seeing blood painting the snow red. He was injured. He tries to move his limbs, feeling his left arm and right ankle broken. He went to sit up, letting out a pained hiss. His back felt like it was being burned in boiling tar. No matter.. He had to get out of here.. Wherever this place was..
Ingo forced himself into a sitting position, wincing as he pulled himself up to his feet. He looked around, finding himself an open area of ice and snow. Shadows of valleys and mountains seemed to be spotted in the distance, the snowy winds blocking most of his view.
This wasn't anywhere he’s seen before or been to. After all, he was doing.. Ingo blinked for a moment, clutching his bleeding head. Wait.. what was he doing..? He couldn't remember. In fact, he couldn't remember… anything.
No.. No, that can be right. He had to remember something!!
A name rose through the muddy fog of his mind. Ingo.. Right. That’s his name. He was Ingo. He’s human, a man, he was a…
He cursed himself, the train of thought left him as soon as it came. He takes a shaky breath, clutching at his coat. He’ll figure himself out later. He just needed to get out of this freezing storm…
Ingo takes a few steps forward, despite his foot screaming at him to stop.
He soon spotted something in the snow, seeing paw prints in the snow. Pokemon tracks.. Odd, how did he know these were from a Pokemon? Maybe he worked with them before? As much as he tried to recite, it only caused his current headache to worsen. Never mind that. He needed to get out of this wind, feeling it chill him to his bones..
“̵.̵.̴I̷n̷g̴o̴?̴”̵
He lifts his head up, soon seeing someone approaching. It was a man in white, seeming dressed like him. No.. not just like him, it was looking at a mirror. Head to toe from what Ingo could see.
Ḭ̴̫̹̙̟̪̝̞͉͖̺̩̥̯̔̔͗͂͆̋͘̚̚͝ͅn̷͇͆̈́͋͐̀̽͗̕͠g̶̡̧͍̳̻̮̙̠̙̱̏̋͒͋͂̑̈́͐͊̚͝͠ô̷̹͖͇͙̊͛̓̂̏̓̈́̂̓̊̈́̅͠͝͠.̴̺̜̰̞̲̫͓̲͔͔̼̲͂͑̉̀̌̒̈́͘͘͠.̵̻̂͊̎͂ ̴̢̯̜̰̲̼͔͓̦͔̹͎̆C̸̤̞̑͂ớ̸̢͍̼͇̥̯̯̙̞̪͉̙̣͓̦͓͛̍̓̒̌̈́̑̎̑̋̕͝m̴͙̝̙̭̙͔̹͍͉̤̊̂̇͗̀̿̈́͑̿̔̓͆̍͘ė̸̤̤͔̹͍̥̫̺̈́́̾̑̚͘͜ ̸̢̛͖̭̯̜͚̺́̋̉̀̓̈̅̽͂͋͒̉̏͘͘͠ō̷͍̪̞͙̹͆̿̈́̽̀͑̔͌̇̓̃̋͐̕n̷̙̝̪̑͂͋̄́̎̿̒̑̋̓͝,̴̺̺͔̣͗̾́̌̀̎̓̓͗̌̔͒ ̴͙̞̬͉̾̽̏͆̈͌͊̓b̷̛̪̖͉̳͉̲̜͈͗̐̇̃̋̀̑r̴̘͖̞͖͕̼͉̝̬͕̣̈́̐̀ǫ̸̢̡̮̹̳̯͎̩͓̹̮̖̉̓t̶̗͚̲̩͉̩̙͓̥̽͗͑͑̑̋̔̕h̵̡̛̗̘͈͔̱̟͖̻̔̊́̐̓̈͛͘̕ͅȩ̶̙̼̖̺̩̗̰̤̋̾͆̌͑̏̓̑̍̑̓r̸̗̞̬̻̜͙̠̥̥̆̉̀́̈̽̀͐̽̄͒̍̍̃͘͜͝͠…̵͖͇͔̭̘̣̭̙̲̍ͅ ̷̙̱̣͚̞̫͇̰̬̖͕̼͚͍̦̅͋̾̓́̏Ỷ̸̨̛̗͎̜͚͓̠̥̖̣̘̤̥͍̑͋̉͂̉̐̓̎̍̚ͅơ̸͖̝͖͕̼̻͖̥̙̘̝͗͊̅̆̉͌̄͗͊͜͜͝͠ứ̵̧̗̝̰͚͉̪̫̦͉̠͓̣̹͈͈̇̈́̄̏̽̔́̕͝ͅ ̷̭͇̰̯̣͎̲̣̙̀͂͘ͅs̴̨̨̛̬̖̙̟̓̆́̌̎̀̄̎͘h̶̨̨̬͚̞̪̥͎̺̱͈̮͙͚͗̂̄̓̆̂̋̍̂̆̐̚͜͠͝͝ǫ̸̛̖͚̭͍͎͍̮̖̮̳̇̓́̈́̿̂̈̓̿̆̒̓̍̓͆͘͜ͅu̸̳̟̜̠̥͛́͆́̿̍̏̂̈́̍͒̃́̒̀͠l̵̨̨̻̦͔̩̟̟̻͇͈̺͇̞̈́̎̋̈́́̋̚͘͜͝d̶͉̖̠͉̙̘̘̰̼̠̻͕̆̈́̀̋͆͒ǹ̸̡̡̢̠̰̘̭̱̹͙͈͍̤̖̍͋'̶̢̡͓̳̭̟̬͇̞̣̯̏͑̏̉̄̒̿̀̎̈́͗̓̈́̀͋͠ͅt̵͍̮̬̙̘̣̳̭̹̤͉̲͕͎̏̽̂̕͠ ̴̢̦͓͈͓̀̾̒̄̇̆̒̏͗̆̓̆́͘p̵̨̯͍̳̬͙͍̹͚͎̠̠̼͓͂͌̐̏͛̄̆̀̌̕͝͠l̶̨̧͚̱̟̠͚͍̩̪̯͉̣̀̋͌̽̏͒̃͠a̵̖̠̱͎̹̞͉͉̭̝̅̿̎̆́̍̀̆̒̾͛͂͜͠ẙ̸̡̧̢̺̘̙͇͉̪̙̪̔̒̃̐͆̔͛̓̔̔ ̸̟̺̀̿̊̈́̈́̐͠î̸̢͙̞̣͉̹̭̞̹͖̙̩̀̔͑̅͜͝n̵̛̯̲̭̱̥̄̽́̅́́̃̈́̌̚ ̴̙̱̥̳̖̖̮̠͚̮̈͒̄͠t̷̘̼̼̤̭͖̣̺͋̅̏ḩ̴̜͎̳̦̞̬̳̻̟̯̙͇̳̞͔̿̂̈́̐̈̊͋̾͛ͅe̷̘̗̦̮͎̰͓̐̋̎͜ ̷̡͖̙̹͓̰̖͌̀̋̈́̐͊͌͑̈͗̈̏̏͠ͅṣ̸̨̲̦̙͛̈́̉́͒̍̅̊͝ṉ̷̛̖̅̊̀̎o̸͖͔̟̩̼͓͐̽̓̀́͂͘w̴͉̯̩̙̙̅̉͊̈́̐̋ ̶̲̦̹̮̠̣͓̳̞̦̈́̒͑̓̃̾͜͜͜l̴̖͒́̈i̸̖̗̼̾̾̔̑̉͂͗͝k̶̢̢̻̬̹̪̭̳͈͙̭͂̉̓́e̷͍̯̓̂̍ ̴̨̛̛͕̰͕̬͚͓̭̺͚̞͖͕̖͍̉̿̈̆̆͊̑̔͆̏͠͠t̴̛̥́͋͘ḥ̷̢̡̧̗̩͇̜͓͙̠͇̮̱͔͈͗̃̽̈̓̾̀̒̑͗͘͘ą̵̌̉̀͊̃͛̎̍͐͝͠͠t̴̨̰̹̙̞͍̥̤͙̬̜͎͒̒͒̀̏͂̐͘͜,̵͙̟͈̝͊ͅ ̴̢̧̲̗̠̠͕̞̮̲̭̜̌̎̀͐̎͒̀͂́̓͋̍͋͘̕̕͝ͅe̶̛̤͉̝̭͌̓́̋͂͠s̶͇͎̞̿̇́͊̇̆͊̑̅̄͆͒͐̚͠p̵̝̞̮̺̯͙̟̟̱̃̆͑̈̓̊̈͑͠e̵̛̼̙͔̣̓̎̀͐̏̄͆͝c̸̭͎̳̲̫̬̲̉̃̈́̐͌͘͘͘̕i̷̩̹̬̠̺̦̥̗̠͂̀̾͑̾̾a̶̼̓̃́̈́̈́́̉̋͑̅̕ļ̵̡̧̡̛̦̲̟͖̱̥͍͖̮̰͖͚̈̈́͌̅͗́͗͠͠͝ͅl̷̡̫̘͖̾̋̓̀́͆͋̒̾͗́͌̓͘͝ý̸̢̧̡̧̜͇̳̺̘͕̣̮͙̰͙͌̓͑͌̈́͐͗͒̓̄̈̄̈́ ̷̡̨̧͖͈͊̑͠͠w̴̮̣͓̦͐͆̓̀̑̉̂͝î̶̧̨͙̦̟̝̤̥͈̬̍t̵̳̀͐̈́͝ḩ̴̡̛̮͕̭͎͖̤̣̻̈́̃͑̃̅͐̄͛̓̒́̅̍̆͘͜o̸̡͕͇͕̣̖̭̰͖͍̮̮̣̜͖̐͊̆̋̅̃͑̕̕͝͠ų̸̧̢̡͚̰̗̠̼̠̘̦̜̭̓̔͂̃̚ṫ̸̢̡̡͇̖͈̜̬̞̳̓̇̚ ̶̟͉͈͍̙́͆͊̓̓͐͗̿̒̈́̂͗̄͒͝p̷̞̫̜͓̠̊̈̊̂̀͊̀̓̈͘r̷̡̝̲͊̀͝o̵̢̺̮͔̣̬͖̭̝̺̽̈̑̂̍̄̅͋̑͑̍̓̈́̚̕͠ṕ̶̪̺̝̤̤͍̩̜̯̞̲̈́̈́̋̐̌̿͊̕͘͜͝è̸̞̑̊̿̓̍͛̎̾̎͋̎̍̍̕͝ŗ̵̛̮̲̺̠̱̺̔͒̓͋̋͑͒͋̀̕ ̴̨̧̟̪̜̟͍͆͆͂̅̎͠ĕ̶͈̜̱͎͑ͅͅq̵̧̪̜̩͔͖̭̰͈̀̓̽̒̒͒͛̅͐̿͒ͅu̸̼̤͆̆̅̇̓̿̓͒̈́̈̋̉͝i̸̢̢͎̖͕͍̟̭̯͓̙͎̲̮͗͑̂͒̾̍ṕ̶̡̜̹͎͎̜͐̂̌̏̆ḿ̶̤̆e̵̢͚̤͈̬̟͔̺̝͑̃́͒̿̀̍̄̀̈́͗̃̔͌̚̕͝n̸̯̙͚̬̤͔͕̙̱̊̎̏̔͑́̈́ͅt̴̛̙̲̅͘.̸̢̡̢̫̭̰̹̳͙̺̻̜̭̈́̓̌̌̾̏͋͜ͅ ̶̖̭͒͑̈̀͂̅͘C̵̡̢̗̩̙̱̟̟̟̲͕̬͈͖̭̮̀̀͊̀͛͗͒̀͋̅̍̚o̷̫̹̱͖͗̓̎̂̇͝m̴̧̡̯̫̬͓̟͙̘̙̹̰̮̜͎̥̰͊̾́͆̌̈́̉̋́̍͘͝e̸͚̹̳̪͓̬̠͍̳͚͚͍̹̯͔̙̩͊͌̌̏̕̕͠ ̵̡̗͔͈̥̦̠͎̱̩̓̈́͊̚͜t̸̨̜͔̖̤̮͖͇͚̱̗͚͖̒̅̑͛̓̐̀̈ͅͅǒ̵͈͔̥̻͍̱͈͙͍͎̖̆̿̈́̐̋̂̅̀̽͆̄͜ ̸̢͈̱̱̜̞̳͈͚̲̹́̀͂͋̍̐̑͋̐ͅm̵̢͙̰̘̥͍̯̫̞̍̈́̐́̒͘è̸̢̩̩̣͇̫̘̖̞̣…̸̢̡̬̮͙̘̲͙́̓̅͋͛̀̂̏̈͝͝
It approached him in a calm stride, seeming to be offering Ingo a hand. It smiled at him, grinning from ear to ear. That smile.. It looked wrong.
So wrong….
“̵̐̏̀̿̈́̿͘̕͝C̷͎̗̼̀̌̍͠͠ỏ̵͙̜̖͓̱̝͙͓̫͎̭̱͖̹̜̋͒͜ḿ̵̧̧̲̜̫̺̲̙̪̤͉̋̈́̄͐̔̃̾̈́͂̓̈́̕͠͝e̶̥͉͍̦̲̜̋̍̒ͅ ̶̧͉̪͇͍͕̥̘͉̇̎͗̂́̔̃̀̾͜o̶̤̾̆͝n̸̢̫̲͉̳̝͈̏̏̋̈́͌͑̐̈́͆͒̌ͅ,̸̡̞̪̮̠͇̱̊͊̿̊̌͝ ̷̗̞̹̠͚̱͑͗̊̿̋̽͑̆̅̃̈́̇͋̆͛I̵͔̭̝̹̝̮͚̟͇͔̦͋͐̃͋͆̄̓̚̚͝͝n̶̢̧̖̤̹̗͖̭͓͙̲̜̥͒̈́̀̽̎̀͌̆̅̔̕͘͜͠͠g̶̡͈̯̠͇̪͉̝̺͎͍̗͓̋͂̇̽͊̊̋̎͊͘͝ö̴̡̱̭͉̟̮̫̦̱̝̗̒͛͂͘̕ͅ.̷̝̆̈̌̏͑̋̎̈́̓͒̿͝͝.̶͈̞̰̳̟͇̤̍͌͂̀̈́̂̂̒̍ ̶̡̛͈͙͍̰͓͙̤̳̟͕̺̗̩̺͇̈́̌͆́̈́̏̊̈́͑͜͝C̶̯̬͇͙̣̘̒̐̀͌͒́͝ő̵̦̖̝̳̣̰͗̌͊̎̈̋͋͊̀̈͑͠͝m̷̡̤̥͕̱̙̙̭̭͓̳͇̣̤̰̼͂͌͆̐̐̀̀̂̆́̊͘͝͠ͅę̸̦͕̝̭̳͔̌͒̐̅͊͒̑̽͑̆̊͋͛͘͝ ̵̧̢̦͖̲͚͕̞̻̽̄̌̑̉̓̾̓͌͊̋̕͠t̶͕̪̼̳͍̻̄͛̐̈̇̄͗́̈́̏̐̉͝ö̶̧͕͎̹͓̻͕̗ ̷̧̧̡̢̡̥͖̮̗͕͉̞̼̩̗̹̿̐̀͒͌̈́̈͊̃͜͠m̶̨̜̘͈͇̮̗̗̝̰͋͗͠ȩ̸̠͉͇̠̳̳̘͐̒̀̂̎̋̿͐̊̏̀̄͛̾̕͝ͅ…̵̛̪̲̱̩̖͕̲̘̌̉̉͊̊̈́̄̑̿͘͝
Ingo scrambled to his feet as best as he could, wincing on his already broken ankle. No.. This can't be right…. He felt as if he knew that smile, deep down, but this… this wasn't it..
“N-no… stay back…” He said, eyes wide. He had a gut feeling of telling himself to run, but the pain of his ankle shot that idea down.
The figure suddenly frowned, an inhuman growl coming from it. In a flash, the figure dissipated, leaving only a white and red pokemon. It looked like a Zoroark, although. he didnt what a Zoroark really was… He couldn't remember, Either way, that didn't look right. Its fur was too white and the fur too wild... Its presence radiated malice, its fangs bared.
The beast that held that familiar smile soon struck, lunging forward and slash slashing at his side. The pain was excruciating, but the man held his breath so as to not scream. It went to slash at his eye, but with a quick dodge roll it only managed to graze his face.
Ingo went to stand to run despite the pain, but the white beast soon pounced on him again. Its drooling maw opened, ready to tear out his throat. He struggled greatly, but its grip on his body was too great.
The feeling of dread at the when he thought he was going to die, this Empty feeling that he didn't know came from. He barely knew what was going on, or even who he was. All he knew that he WASN'T supposed to be there.
Another roar was soon heard, the Zoroark soon letting him go and snarling. He was dropped back into the snow, wincing as he landed on his bruised side.
The sound of paws crunching snow soon catching ever so fading attention, another pokemon? One who would rip him apart like the beast before him?
Ingo shut his eyes at the sounds of fighting, feeling a mighty presence come close. He stayed still, expecting what it was to finish him off. His vision was red, lightly blinded by the blood dripping down his head.
But then, he heard the gentle, worried mews of an unknown creature. He opened his one good eye, soon meeting up with a ruby red. The unknown pokemon towered over him, its long purple claws, as big as his forearm and hand, laying at the side of its hunched body. It looked like a Sneasel, yet it was much too big and its ear feather was long and fluttering in the wind.
Ingo looked up in awe, eyes wide. Who was this strange creature? What did it want?
“Ah-’ He coughed, trying to stay awake. He was shivering, the cold air seeping into his wounds.
The large Sneasel soon knelt down, soon it… She? He thinks it's a she… was saving him, feeling the careful handling she was doing as he was picked up. She carefully wiped away some of the blood on his face with the back of her paw, tilting her head. The pokemon soon pulled him to its chest, holding him with one arm.
The warmth of being held against lavender-grey fur, along with the scent of salt and pecha berries filling his senses, calming him a bit.. Ingo didn't protest as the creature examined him, his injured body going instantly limp against the furry pokemon, He felt oddly safe with this large Sneasel, any fear he had left within dissipating. This creature radiated safety, and it was enough to comfort him as his vision went dark..
Ingo wakes up again from a dreamless sleep, gasping heavily. He looks around, seeing himself encased in darkness. Worry began to rise in his chest until he felt the pain of his arm shoot up through him again. Okay, at least he wasn't dead, he thought. He tried to move, only to held tight against a warm surface. He turned his head, only to feel light fur tickle his nose.
The man’s eyes began to adjust, soon getting his barings. He seemed to be in a small hollowed-out cave in the snow, with the strange Sneasel’s clawed arm wrapped around him, using hits large body to block in most of the biting cold. It was dark, but he could make out the large creature’s silhouette, her red eyes glowing in the dark. Her attention turned to him as let out a gasping cough, a chirp leaving its throat.
Ingo shivered, using his good arm to pull his coat more around him as the cold air seeped in. He curled up to the large pokemon’s fur, her fur much warmer than the harsh winds out there.. His body ached greatly, but at least he wasn't being eaten or attacked again.
The odd Sneasel made a gentle rumble in her throat, her head cocked to the side as their eyes met. Ingo could see the confusion in her eyes, staring down. Was she not used to a human leaning on her? She's a wild pokemon, his mind answered before he had time to question it. Must be, as he wasn't seem any signs of civilization from where he landed. He chuckled weakly, a cough leaving his throat.
“Heh.. Ah.. H-hello there.. I-I .. appreciate your assistance.. ” The man whispered, hearing a content mew come from it. Despite her overwhelming size, the mysterious pokemon didn't feel like a threat. He cautiously reached out, placing a hand on the pokemon’s muzzle. "I.. I apologize for m-my.. current state, but I a-assure you.. I am eternally honored t-to have received your help.."
The strange Sneasel looked confused at first, as if caught off guard by his touch. Ingo was tempted to pull his hand away, thinking he offended the creature in some way or form, but then watched as she seemingly leaned into it. A deep purr rumbled from deep in her chest, shutting their eyes.
“Is..this adequate for you, miss..?” Ingo asked curiously, watching the strange pokemon, hearing her mew softly in reply. Not a usual first meeting, he thought, but at least it was a positive one. This pokemon saved him after all, he couldn't just not show his gratitude.
She seemed.. glad in a sense, as if this is the first human contact she had in a while. He could hear her heartbeat behind his injured skull, beating hard and strong. It was comforting to say the least, feeling his eyes droop. His head swam again, leaning into the pokemon’s body. He could hear the creature’s worried mews, but couldn't answer before he blacked out once more..