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scarletlights · 12 days

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Ascension

And here they were thinking the Synchro Machine thing would be the weirdest thing to ever happen to them.

And could you blame them? Even in the Pokemon world, people didn't mind-link with their starter pokemon every day, much less break the device doing it and accidentally pull the pokemons mind into their trainer's leaving the 'mon a vegetable.

….Ahem-

Still, Jake and Reikka made the most of it. Now they could work with the rest of their team evermore closely! Nevermind the occasional urge to dribble something or say "Ace!" more often. Really, they could go on, but anyway back to what led them to being in separate* bodies again.

They may have poked around some old ruins and found a weird painting and next thing they knew they were falling from the sky in a Zorua's body, landing square on who they'd come to know as a sworn partner.

Many, MANY things happened between the system realizing they could shapeshift and them fighting an alien pokemon that could fuck with the DNA of other pokemon, but they have neither the time or energy to recall all that.

Mmmmostly because they're currently melting.

"G…hhhhhgph…" Long story short, DNA unstable enough to shapeshift is especially susceptible to being messed with. Beforehand, they had a sort of system in order. Jake would go adventuring and fighting as long as he could, until the stress got to him and they deferred to the more experienced Pokemon in their head.

Now they were both having trouble just staying solid and sane. They didn't know what was real anymore. Words and pictures and minds swam through their head, dissolving and shifting and changing and warping and HURTING. Oh so much HURTING.

Bits of memories swirled and screamed and shouted, all begging for attention and getting louder when they tried to focus on just one.

And yet…one word. One thing stood out in the fog. '..wi….wwwwwis….' A ccc crystal. Crystal…p prison? That… "hhhggkk…."

Is tha t…

that was…

That's w whhy…

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Something…ye llo? Poin

Pointed.

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It was…imp or ttant?

Whi…bl…rib bo…

White, and bl ue ribbb ons

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'...wi iiiis h…'

That'

"Mng…"

*Shfff…*

Get.

*Gluerp…*

Almost…Reach…nearly…there!

VBXSEASCHVZWRUOKBCSTHVAA

They touched it. And all at once they were broken

And fixed.

"Who are you?" Spoke their mind.

"What do you desire?" Came the reply.

The words came instantly.

"I…want strength. Strength to…protect. To SAVE. To HELP."

".......Granted."

They burned. They froze. Were poisoned, paralyzed, frostbitten, put to sleep and had their very mind consumed. They broke apart down to the atom and pulled themselves back together through sheer DEVOTION. And nothing could compare to the feeling of a shattering mind being shoved through itself back into its proper place.

It didn't make sense.

It didn't have to.

In the far distance, Cameron finally couldn't keep up, collapsing to a knee before the invader, powerless to stop it from getting its wish from the Millennium Star. It stood over him and laughed, binding his throat and lifting him up to stare into his defeated eyes before it ended him. And then, the sun fell, crushing the monster and dragging it across the planet, carving a canyon through the world.

It broke free, but that didn't matter. "We're far from any life here. You made sure of that yourself." All it could muster in the face of karmatic light was a roar. "Your existence. ends. NOW."

Flames, frigid and searing, erupted around them…And from there they were on FULL autopilot. All they can tell you from there is they killed it and woke up in Cameron's home.

"Ugh…"

The bed wasn't as comfortable as it used to be, considering their…HER ankles draped over the footboard now. "Honeys?? Or…honey?" Rei's head snapped up, and there he was. "CAMMY!!" She was quick to lunge and start snuggling(much to the cat's shock). The sudden movement jostled Jake out of the cockles of their brain. 'Huhwaiwah-?!'

Rei mentally imposed Jake in the snuggle. 'Morning, buddy~!'

'We're…We're alive?!'

She was gonna snark, but a pained moan beneath her instantly raised an alarm. "Oh no, wait, I'm so sorry, Ca-

…?!"

Oh she was NOT still an oversized Raboot. At least she kept her sweater, but…woah. "...Holy Solgaleo..!" Feeling had returned to them, and not having bones was weird. But forget the bones, her bloomin' skin was felt and fabric!

And it was…honestly nice??? She was wonderfully warm and dry, and…heavy. 'Don't check if you have boobs don't check if you have boobs don't check if you ha' Her hands moved before their brain could stop them. 'Nopenopenope, not yet-' Jake thankfully jerked them to a stop. 'not while Cam is here.'

"Um. You gonna get off of me, ReiRei?"

"Oh, shit, sorry-" She scrambled to scoot off of him. "So…What happened?" "Wait, you don't remember?" She shook her head, simultaneously becoming aware of her massive ears and hair swishing behind her. "Ooh, that's cool…But, no. Why, did anything cool happen?"

"Are you JOKING?! You pulled the sun out of the sky!" Oh hell yeah. "Uh…Woah."

'...Can that wait? Head's starting to hurt again…xC' "Right, that can wait. Cuz, um." Both pairs of eyes drifted downwards, and cheeks flushed. "Yeah-"

Awkward silence swiftly followed.

"...Can I see how Jake's doing?"

"Yeah, sure-!!" Said Rei, a tad too enthusiastically. 'You ready?' She offered the metaphysical wheel. '...a-as I'll ever be.' They were already going through the motions of shifting forms to suit them. Except…they…weren't changing?

"...Uh?"

"Hello?"

"Are we changing at all?"

Did the wish have a bad side effect…?!

"You're…glowing, kind of."

"I…feel like we should be shifting, but we're not."

An idea occurred to Cameron. "Give me your paw." "What?" "I'm going to pull." "WHAT?!" "Please, just trust me on this-"

Cocking a brow, they complied as he stood up.

"Three…Two…Now!" He pulled, and nothing happened as far as any of them could tell. "...?" "Can you…try to shift again?" They complied for a moment, but the shock of another paw emerging from Rei's made them stop. "Keep going!" Cameron called, not letting go of the new paw. With a little trepidation, they continued.

"...Holy shit you're bi-generating."

"Bi-WHAT now?" Spoke two voices, and the heads they belonged to snapped to look at each other and scream. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" "Bi-generation. It's…a Doctor Who thing!" Cameron grunted, seeing as the resistance increased. "Well, kind of-

It's just the glow reminded me of it, I didn't expect it to work so-" Out popped a humanoid shape with a Zorua face, "wELL-?!" and tumbled to the floor.

"Ow…" It wasn't a perfect separation like in the show, there was still a strand of goop stretching from Jake's tail to Rei's arm, and…wait, no, her…elbow? Shoulder?? "...So it can move? Fascinating…" She murmured, brushing along her arm while the boys regained their bearings again.

'...Oh goodness I'm pinning him down-'

"Oh, I can still hear your thoughts!" Thankful for that derailment, Jake turned to his former headmate and was…honestly, stunned.

"...What's that look for?"

'You look like mom.'

"Like…" His mom was the one she idolized most. The one who made things so simple whenever they met. The one who welcomed Rei with open arms when she got stuck in Jake's head. The one who made them feel safe. The one who stayed strong no matter what. "...Mum."

She rose from her kneeling position. Anyone else would be intimidated, but Jake was…comforted. A warmth permeated the room as she lumbered forward and crouched down. "...I guess I really am your guardian angel now, huh?" She spread her arms.

They lunged into them, eyes wet.

#required reading #cw broken mind #screenreader unfriendly #probably-

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duskwoodgirl4life · 1 year

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⚠️Trigger warning contains alcohol and overdose ⚠️

Chapter 4

Later that night MC had gone home early. Jake had offered to take her home but she told him she would be fine. When MC got home she closed the door behind her and sank down to the floor. Every kind of emotion was rushing through her head not knowing what to do or think. MC got up off the floor and went and grabbed a bottle of vodka from her drinks cabinet.

Half way through the bottle MC picked up her phone and dialed Jake's number, stumbling about as the phone rang.

Jake: MC? Are you okay?

MC: You hss to come. walk. ibg into ,y life you and youe hottness, now I find out what happenEd tjat night. Why did you a ll have ti tell me? I was doing perfectly fine

Jake: MC are you drunk?

MC: UE. S!! I'be haad it with all of uouu I can't dO tgis annymore goodbyr Jake

Jake: MC!! NO!!!

MC dropped the phone to the ground and went into the bathroom, Jake could still hear her trying his best to get her attention. Nothing was working so he raced over to her apartment and kicked down the door. Jake went into the bathroom and found MC lying on the floor next to an empty bottle of pills. Jake pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed 999.

The ambulance soon arrived and they took MC to the hospital, they pumped her stomach and gave her something to help keep her comfortable. Jake sat by her bedside all night holding her hand not letting go for a second as he watched her sleeping.

The next morning Jake had fallen asleep with his head on the bed still holding MCs hand, MC started to wake up not knowing where she was. As she started to wake Jake's eyes opened sitting up he held onto her hand stroking her face.

MC: Jake? Where am I?

Jake: it's okay MC, your in the hospital

MC: What happened? I don't remember much

Jake: You called me last night in a pretty bad state, you dropped the phone on the floor. I could still hear you but nothing was working. So I rushed round and found you on the bathroom floor

MC: oh god, Jake I am so sorry I never meant to….

The tears started to fall. Jake sat next to her on the bed and just held onto her until she calmed down. Jake stayed with MC until she was allowed to go home but before she was allowed the doctor had set up some appointments to see a psychiatrist. Once that set up Jake took MC home.

MC: Jake? Can I ask you something?

Jake: sure, you can ask me anything

MC: can you stay with me for a little while I don't think I can handle being on my own just yet

Jake: sure, I can do that don't worry MC I'm always here for you

Jake and MC arrived back at her apartment luckily the door had been fixed, the apartment was a bit of a mess but at this point MC didn't care. Jake suggested ordering Chinese for dinner and watching a movie which MC jumped at.

Hannah's POV

What am I going to do? I can't risk everyone finding out what really happened, the accident was 10 years ago. The more I think about it the more part of me is glad MC found out the truth but the other part wished she never had found out.

I need to think of something and quickly I pull out my phone and send a text to Amy so we can come up with a plan. She agrees to meet up at the dare house, my mind is racing a million thoughts are running through my head.

I arrived at the dair house a little early. I think I have finally come up with a plan, I just need to run it past Amy and if she agrees maybe this whole mess will finally go away.

Amy: Hannah, are you okay? I am not okay with MC finding out

Hannah: I think I've got a plan we pretend to be the man without a face and kidnap MC

Amy: How are we going to do that? Jake is always with her these days

Hannah: I've thought of that while he's at work we grab MC on her way to work

Amy: But won't people see?

Hannah: Okay how about this, I've got a burner phone I can send Jake a text pretending to be MC. We ask him to meet up with us but we won't be there we will be getting MC

Amy: I like that plan a lot better

Hannah and Amy finished putting the finishing touches to their plan before they headed back home. They agreed to meet back up at the date house again tomorrow morning so they can go over the plan one more time.

The Chinese takeout had just arrived MC grabbed the plates while Jake took out the food from the bag. The movie was all set up so all the MC had to do was press play. They both sat back and enjoyed their food and the movie.

The next morning Hannah and Amy arrived back at the dair house and went over the plan one more time. The plan was set Hannah pulled out the burner phone and sent a text to Jake.

Hannah: hey Jake, can we meet up later there is something I would like to talk to you about MC xx

Jake: Hey MC, sure I can meet you after work around 4pm?

Hannah: That's perfect see you then

Hannah put the phone away and went to start the next part of the plan, Amy had been watching MCs apartment so she knew she would be in at this time. They both entered the building and went to MCs floor knocking on her door. She opened the door and was grabbed by both of them and a sack put over her head.

MC tried to fight to get out of their grasp but nothing worked, MC felt her body fall to the ground she was losing what little vision she had. When MC woke she was tied to a chair. She was in a dark room with only one candle as light.

She tried to break free but it was no use the rope was tied to tight, there was nothing she could do. The door started to open and in came Hannah and Amy still wearing their masks.

Amy pulled MCs head up and gave her some water, Hannah had pulled the burner phone to check the text from Jake. Hannah made a video call to him when he answered he was shocked to see MC had been taken.

Jake: MC!! Are you okay? Please say something I will get you out of there I will find you

Hannah: You think you can save her? Nothing and nobody will save her!

Jake: What have you done to her? Who are you?

Hannah: I am the man without a face your worst nightmare hahaha

Hannah ended the video call and put the phone back in her pocket, MC looked on with tears in her eyes knowing that she is trapped with nowhere to go.

#duskwood #everbyte game #duskwood jake #duskwood hacker #iamjake #duskwood jake x mc #i love you jake #jake x mc #he loves me #i love you #pine glade festival #10th anniversary #accident

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whatdoesshedotothem · 2 years

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Mon[day] 25 August 1834

At Beauvais at 1 1/2 a.m. fine night and fine morn[in]g as it beca[me] light – Oats (short and poor) to cut

n[ea]r Poix – at 10 20/.. cutt[in]g poorish barley – at 10 18/.. pass 1st br[idge] int[o] Abbeville – at 10 35/..

alight at the hot[e]l de l’Europe at Abbeville – the moyeux of the wheels (naves) mere[l]y

wedg[e]d and so flying in pieces - h[a]d the carossier from 3 doors off – all the wheels made safe and carr[ia]ge rais[e]d behind and before (the box of

the off-fore wheel brok[e]n) – put int[o]the fire, and fastened in its place w[i]th straw and matic of argille

i.e. clay puddle – the grease h[a]d got bet[ween] boxes and naves - Geo[rge] s[ai]d the iron rim of one of the naves

149

1834

Aug[u]st

w[oul]d loose aft[e]r the 1st day or 2 – the boxes too sh[or]t - sh[oul]d be as long as the perforat[io]n of the nave

in order to keep the grease out – naves sh[oul]d be bored sm[all] and boxes heated and driv[e]n tight in - surpris[e]d

who d[i]d s[u]ch a job – the wheels ‘dangereusem[en]t malades’ b[u]t might last so[me] ti[me] - astonish[e]d

to hear they were new n[o]t 3 m[on]ths ago – naves n[o]t wedg[e]d now in th[i]s way eith[e]r in

Lond[on] or Paris - H[a]d work[e]d for Daldringen in Paris – knew he w[a]s dear - recom[mende]d

Binder r[ue] Cadet, Faub[our]g S[ain]t Hon[or]é – wheels here 60/. a p[ai]r = 120/. the form and

paint[in]g 160fr. – springs weigh[in]g fr[om] 50 to 60lbs. fer de Berri at 2/50 p[e]r lb. –

Restive horses at Montreuil and laugh[in]g impert[inen]t peop[le] cluster[in]g r[ou]nd the carr[ia]ge – (the garcon

h[a]d s[ai]d the wheels want[e]d greas[in]g and took two off – no! n[o]t at all want[e]d touch[in]g b[u]t Geo[rge] fac[ie]d

th[e]m hot or warm) – A- [Adney] sad[l]y fright[ene]d - s[ai]d I w[oul]d compl[ai]n of the horses, the postill[io]n s[ai]d

th[e]re w[a]s no reas[o]n b[u]t I might do as I lik[e]d – so g[o]t out at Corm[on]t next stage, w[e]nt

int[o]the single h[ou]se (n[o]t an auberge) – and wr[ote] ’25 Aug[u]st 1834 Mrs. List[e]r hav[in]g tak[e]n 4 horses

fr[om] the poste at Montreuil to Samer, th[i]s ev[enin]g, complains of the restiveness

of the horses’ - sh[oul]d ha[ve] writ[ten] Cormont inst[ea]d of Samer - p[ai]d the [impolite] postill[io]n 30 sols

p[e]r poste and ga[ve] the oth[e]r 1/. in addit[io]n – fair, b[u]t rath[e]r dullish day, i.e. lit[tle] or no sun

b[u]t rath[e]r warm[e]r th[a]n yest[erday] –

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whatdoesshedotothem · 3 years