Candy

I want to know why Juju doesn’t have sturdy, and why he didn’t set up stealth rocks on a flying gym, but I guess those questions are irrelevant now.

I really was looking forward to his reaction to neo Reborn but I guess I'll have to wait a while

I don't understand how the weakest link works cause I thought the beartic did so well killing 2 mons via OHKO shling

Day -1 - I've yet to buy a Switch

I've been speculating MC dies for long as well, and it seriously distresses me because of my written run lol guess Vanilla's plans to return to Everland won't be fulfilled if that happens GG everyone But I also postulate that MC is actually a secret agent for Team Meteor because Lin seemed to know us from the first introduction, and so maybe both Lin and the MC survive because Neo Team Meteor wins? still a terrible ending but not as bad as the MC dying scenario. Idk why but Ame gives me vibes that she's not going to end the game the way that it'd please the players, so I'm bracing for an unorthodox and distressful ending xD

you can defeat her by using the same strat as her. increase your evasion until you surpass her :3 but yah you're not alone in struggling in this gym, many people dislike it too

I’m a pessimist irl so for the character of Aladdin, I took inspiration from people who have good intentions but only as long as the stuff doesn’t inconvenience them (aka will give a couple dollars to charity and will pray for the poor but wouldn’t support increasing taxes to better serve the people in need) and those who are insecure and crave attention (aka will freak out if someone unfollows their Instagram and will question what was wrong about their content that it prompted that person to leave). This character is perfect for Jasmin to manipulate. As for Jasmin, she lacks a moral compass all together. All she cares for is to accomplish her goals (to be recognized as a great police chief that surpasses even her dad) and everyone else is a stepping stone for her. I drew inspiration from some of my middle school bullies for her: ambitious, manipulative, gossipy, and vengeful. However, if you ask me if she’s evil, I don’t really know. This story exists in a world where the social structure is already immoral and the rebels that challenge the Status Quo like Vanilla and co. are considered evil. And I’m some ways Vanilla’s team has fought and killed police officers, so they’re bad even if they can and will justify that they’re only fighting oppression. Now, is the Queen the real evil one? Who knows, that one you’ll have to find out eons from now, if ever lol Tl;dr I don’t like the types of stories like those in Marvel where the good guys fight and kill the bad guys and solve the problem. In this story I tried to create a “realistic” conflict between two parties that isn’t just a good vs evil dynamic. Anyhow thanks for reading and analyzing stuff I tried to imply

From Everland to Reborn ~ Our Nightmare Omg what?!?! An update that isn't a month from the last one?!?! What's this sorcery, right? Well... yes but no. This one isn't continuing from where I left off, but a "spin off" in Aladdin's point of view. I wanted to write it, and I did. It's all about getting me in the Mood. Anyhow, I hope it's enjoyable, even if Vanilla doesn't appear anywhere except she's mentioned a lot. Or is that better? Dunno lol Once upon a time, in a distant land farther east from Everland, there was a poor young man who went from house to house, street to street, stealing anything he could find in order to keep himself alive. There were many like them in the alleyways, rotting away with the rats. He was miserable; what he deserved was so much more. Something as big as his ambition. In this town lived one wealthy magician. This magician was different than any other, for no one could ever reveal his tricks, as though they’d been conjured with real magic. The young man thought, this wealthy one-of-a-kind magician must have a lot of valuable things in his house, and thus snuck in to steal from him. However, all he found were old and creepy things; nothing looked like they’d be worth much. He was disappointed, but on his way out, stumbled upon a small lamp? A pot? It was golden, so he thought he hit the jackpot. And indeed, he did. The lamp was magical and from within came a genie, who promised to fulfill any three wishes he had… I forget which three they were, but that’s because I never paid attention to that part of the story. It would only be relevant to me if I had a magic genie who could grant my wishes, and I already know what I’d wish for. In any case, it turned out that the mysterious wealthy magician was actually a wizard who fled, together with his wife, the wave of witch hunts* that plagued the northern regions of Galar and Kalos. He had four daughters, out of which the poor man with the lamp married one, forming the branch family of Ababwa that ours belonged to. Henceforth he escaped his past poverty, fulfilling his ultimate dream. That is the story of Aladdin Ali Ababwa that my caretakers told me since childhood. It was approaching noon, when I heard the voices of people I had long ago peacefully shared a meal with, saying goodbyes and shutting the door behind them. I sighed. In the end, I couldn’t accomplish anything in coming all the way to the Reborn region. In my current state, I couldn’t even stand up to fight Jasmin, and I could not even make up for the act of betrayal I executed. Not even the cliff was kind enough to end this once and for all. Here I was, bedridden and weighing on the hospitality of kind strangers, lying next to an unconscious pokemon that hurt himself because of me. I laughed silently. “My parents were right all along,” I said to myself. “Ironically, I proved my own worthlessness by trying to prove to be otherwise.” But… where did I go wrong? Why did this whole ordeal not end with a huge party to congratulate Jasmin and my achievement? No… there had been a party, but my mind wasn’t in the moment and thus I couldn’t enjoy it. In fact, I was in the newspapers and the TV, and everyone thanked me for my contribution in stopping one of the groups that plotted against their and the Queen’s safety, even though the existence of an Underworld was not revealed. Why couldn’t I wholeheartedly enjoy their praise like Jasmin did? Why couldn’t I smile honestly and feel happy that I could protect these people? In every fairytale, there is an antagonist that wreaks havoc in society, either killing innocents or making people unhappy. Then a valiant hero appears and fights that antagonist with an unwavering will that doesn’t even yield to the fear of death. In the end, the hero kills the antagonist and all the good people attain their happy ever after. I did what the hero would do, and yet, it seems God forgot to hand me my happy ever after. “But I had to do it. I didn’t have a choice to do nothing, after knowing that traitors to our Queen roamed the Overworld,” I told myself. Yes. The one to blame was Vanilla, for carelessly allowing Jasmin to see the moment she went down the rabbit hole, trapping us all in a down-spiraling hole in the process. “Aladdin, how do you do?” whispered Jasmin, one day that felt like it was ages ago. “I’ve found something… intriguing.” Anytime she referred to something as intriguing, I knew she was going to tell me some secret information about someone that would ruin their reputation if everyone knew about it. I didn’t really want to hear it, but faked interest. Jasmin’s eyes narrowed and a wide smile creeped on her lips. “It’s about your old friend Vanilla. I caught her sneaking out of her house last night,” she said. “And why were you sneaking out at night, too?” Jasmin rolled her eyes. “Is that a serious question? Come on, Aladdin. You know that criminal activity is more frequent at night. How would I catch anybody cold if I only went out during the day?” “True, I forgot who I was talking to.” “Okay okay, but you must be itching to know what I found out when I secretly followed her,” she said, narrowing her eyes again. “What did you find?” “She went down a rabbit hole, located deep into Red Riding Hood Forest,” she said. “I went down, too, but I wasn’t small enough to go all the way until the end of that pipe thing. But I know what’s down there. I just needed to confirm that Vanilla went there.” “What’s down there?” I asked, this time with genuine curiosity. Jasmin waved at me and asked me to come outside the classroom and into the backyard, to a corner we knew no one went to. “This is a secret only the closest friends of the Queen and a limited number of police officials know, so you must swear not tell anyone about it,” she said. “If you do, it’s likely our memories will get wiped by the police, to avoid chaos. Will you promise?” “I promise,” I said, full of anticipation. “Alright. So, you know this region, Everland? What you know is only half of it, the Overworld,” she said. “There’s an entire city under us, called the Underworld.” I thought I was understanding wrong. How could there be a huge underground space with people living in it, and nobody except a select few knew about it? “What? How? Why?” I said, not really knowing what question to formulate. “It’s not surprising. If you thought about it just a second, you’d realize that it’s unnatural that there is zero homelessness or unemployment in Everland, while those exist in all other regions. The number of people is a perfect balance with the number that Everland’s society needs. That’s impossible to achieve, unless the Queen commands exactly how many children to have and when you have to die, which she obviously isn’t doing, or do something else to deal with the surplus somehow.” “You’re meaning to tell me that… some people get sent to the Underworld without us knowing?” “Yep. Some people automatically get sent there upon being born,” she explained. “And their existence gets erased from the memory of everyone.” “But, wouldn’t the Underworld people run into Overpopulation as well? If we keep sending people there?” Jasmin laughed. “That’s never going to happen. Resources such as food is a limiting factor there, and the jobs they get aren’t the safest out there, so many die young. They probably are less populated than us.” I felt dizzy listening to all this about a world I didn’t know existed, in which a bunch of people were being mistreated just under my feet. “That’s terrible,” I said. Jasmin turned stern all of a sudden, and placed her hands over my shoulders. “No, it’s not terrible,” she said. “It’s a necessary sacrifice. You’ll find winners and losers in any region. What difference does it make that the losers are separated from the winners upon birth? Thanks to that, we have the lowest crime rate in the world. We have exactly the number of people we need to keep all of us happy. There’s virtually no reason to commit crime, other than for curiosity.” I wasn’t wholly convinced, and Jasmin knew this so she gave it some more push. “Would you have preferred that people be killed upon being born to control the population? At least they can have lives down there. Yet, it’s a shame. They don’t understand how generous the Queen has been in pardoning their miserable lives, and many have formed anti-police and anti-Status-Quo groups.” “They’re probably unhappy about their lives,” I commented. “Listen. I’ll ask you a question. If someone could choose who can be happy and who can’t, in which of those two categories would you want to belong? And what about your family? What about your friends?” The answer was obvious: “I’d like to be happy. And my friends and family too, if possible.” “Yet, everyone thinks the same as you do. It’s thanks to our Queen maintaining this Over-Underworld system that you and your friends can belong in the happy category.” I could understand the argument, but I still felt awful about it. Yet, it was also true that if I had the chance to exchange my position with a person who would starve to death in a few years time, I wouldn’t do it. Wasn’t I a hypocrite for feeling bad but not being inclined to do anything about it? “I know you’re a kind-hearted guy, Aladdin. That’s why I love you,” she said and kissed me on the cheek. “However, those criminals down there don’t deserve your pity. Many have killed police officers and some even plan to cause a revolution someday. If that happens, we will all be done for. It’s eat or be eaten, Aladdin, and we must be on the eating side. Do you understand?” Her tone of voice was warm and comforting, but her eyes were as sharp as an eagle’s. As soon as I nodded in agreement, she smiled again. “Now, I don’t know what Vanilla is doing, going to the Underworld at night,” she said. “But I want to find out, whatever it takes. You will help me do it, and I assure you, you'll profit from this too.” There was a knock on my door, and that brought me back from my dream. I had fallen asleep without noticing. “Hello, Aladdin. I brought you lunch,” said Mrs. Gwendolyn. She placed the tray on the table and with habituated manners, lifted my head and upper body up with delicacy and strong support. I remembered that Vanilla had helped me up too, but I was too nervous not to make a weird face or something. I didn’t want to admit it, but some part of me felt relieved that she had left, especially after the fool I made out of myself when I couldn’t contain my tears and cried in the least appropriate time. “Vanilla left about an hour ago,” she said. “She didn’t say much, and my, she was more ill-humored than she was yesterday. I didn't think that was possible. Hope your meeting earlier wasn't bad for your health. You must detoxify from her negative energy. Hopefully eating will help. Oh and by the way, she gave me this to give it to you.” She held out the card key to my rented apartment in Ametrine City, and placed it on the table once I saw what it was. In its stead, she picked up the tray and placed the food in front of me. “Bon appetit,” she said. “Let me know if you need anything.” Then she walked away and closed the door. I glanced at the card key, and wondered whether Vanilla had gone there. If she did, I felt both disappointed that she didn’t bring it up, and absolutely terrorized. I didn’t plan to be alive by the time she visited my place. “I wonder if she found the letter I left for her,” I sighed. “Maybe there’s a slight chance she didn’t, since she didn’t talk about it.” Even if I worried about it, it was too late to do anything either way. It wasn’t like I could go back in time and stop my past self from writing it or leaving the key card in Wolfie’s diary. I closed my eyes again and prayed for Wolfie’s soul like I had done many times since her passing. I knew I had no right to do it. Vanilla would punch me if she knew. As I prayed, I remembered the last encounter I had with Wolfie, back in the base. I had left Vanilla on the way back from Hemlock’s Defiance team’s base. This was not planned in the instructions that Jasmin had given me. In the original plan, I was supposed to accompany Vanilla until we reached the base, so that I could catch her in the worst case scenario that she was somehow notified of the police’s movements. However, I had to return to the base as soon as possible, and the secret entrance, which we never used unless for emergencies, was the closest way there. When I reached the entrance, there were three police officers. They were guarding the hidden sliding door, which they had already broken open. Their job was to prevent any of them from escaping from the backdoor, and they were doing it exceptionally well. I showed them my ID. “I’m Aladdin Ababwa. Please let me through,” I said. This was not in the plan either, but they did not raise questions. After all, Jasmin and I had been the coordinators of this whole thing, so there was nothing odd if I modified the plans last minute. I went inside and ran the length of the unlit tunnel with a flashlight. The rats and cockroaches ran away from the sudden intruder to their territory. At the end of the tunnel was a sturdy metallic door. This one had no police guarding it, because I knew there was a switch in the base that would cause the whole tunnel to collapse in case intruders came in from this side. I thought it would be unnecessarily dangerous to send people to guard this point, but I was now glad I had made that decision, for I needed the tunnel to exist. “Roquil, open the door. Roquil, it’s me, Bird Boy.” I shouted, but wasn’t sure they could hear me from within. I banged the door as strongly as I could. “Who’s there?” I heard Roquil ask. “It’s Bird Boy. Please let me in.” “Is Eterna with you?” “No, I’m alone.” “What’s going on here,” asked Wolfie’s voice this time. “It’s Aladdin. Eterna isn’t with him.” “Don’t let him in,” Wolfie said, with so much indignation that I could imagine what face she was making. “He’s a traitor. He betrayed us to the Everland Police. I’m quite sure of it.” “Wol-Moonlight, please, listen to me,” I shouted. “We need to save Eterna. Please open this door.” “I’ll go destroy the tunnel,” she said, and my heart froze. “Don’t do it, Moonlight. If you do, you all and Eterna will die or get captured and be executed,” I begged. “Why should I believe the words of a traitor?” Wolfie asked, almost barking. “You just want us to open the door so that your officers can shoot at us and end this quickly.” “That’s not it at all,” I said and coughed because I’d been shouting too much. “You can’t prove it’s not.” “I can’t... but do you think you stand a chance? All your escape routes have been blocked. It’s a matter of time until the main gate breaks and you’re all apprehended. The police isn’t in a rush, but I am! Eterna is on her way back here, and she’ll die if we don’t prevent it.” By then, my face was adhered to the cold door, as though being as close as possible to it could open it. I thought I wouldn’t make it. It had taken me months to gain Wolfie’s trust, and this time she had all the reason to distrust me. However, the door opened and I practically rolled to the ground. I looked up, and saw Wolfie’s back against me. “Tell me of your plan. I will trust you one last time,” she said. “I have no other choice. It’s as you say; we don’t have a way to counter this surprise attack.” There were loud thudding sounds coming from the directions of the main gate. Wolfie shook her head. “If Eterna is headed this way… and there’s a glimmer of hope that I can save her,” she then turned to face me. “I’ll gamble everything I have to do it.” I had always admired Vanilla when she would talk loudly and clearly, sending commands to a group of men and women and non-human creatures that were much larger than her. She always took the lead when I was around, so I had never seen Wolfie looking as determined and as formidable as she was right that moment. She had been dubbed the “Eterna of the Shadows” by the team, but right at this moment, I felt as though I was talking to the true leader of the Defiance. My plan was carried out. Wolfie surrendered and opened the main gate for the police. Outside, Jasmin, completely drunk in satisfaction and self-congratulation, waited for us. She saw me holding Wolfie’s hands tied on her back and grinned. The police rushed in to capture the rest of the Defiance members, sometimes shooting and killing the uncooperative ones. We came outside and upstairs- this Defiance team’s hideout was located underneath the ground of the Underworld. All the time, I kept my hand on Wolfie’s, although I had not tied her hands at all. When we were all out, I gave the signal. I must credit Eterna’s men’s courage and loyalty. They all started rampaging, causing chaos and more importantly, the distraction we needed for Wolfie to escape in the direction Vanilla was coming from. Unfortunately, that meant that most of the team got annihilated by the police’s guns. Jasmin screamed in frustration and then looked at me. I wasn’t confident whether she knew I was behind this plan, but she didn’t smile, that’s for sure. Once the chaos was toned down and the dead bodies piled up, Jasmin ordered that some officers go around the perimeter looking for Wolfie and Eterna. It had been a while since Wolfie ran away, but I wasn’t sure it was enough time for them to have made it out of the Underworld already. Thus, the first chance I found at sneaking past Jasmin’s alert, I ran in the direction of the exit. Unfortunately, I was too late. At first, I thought they had gotten Vanilla, for the person lying on the floor was wearing a black cape. However, upon further inspection, I realized it was Wolfie. She was not breathing and her body was limp with blood stains all over her shirt and fur. Her jaw opened when I tried to prop her up. Suddenly my arms started to shake uncontrollably. This was the person I had been speaking to but half an hour ago. My eyesight started spasming as the understanding that I had driven this friend to her death, sunk in. However, I couldn’t just sit there watching as her body slowly lost temperature. At any minute, the police could find me holding her body, and would immediately take her away for me, no doubt. If this was the Overworld, they would hand the body to her family when investigations concluded, but the same was likely not going to be applicable to a person found in the Underworld, especially not one who was involved in the Defiance. So I did what I had to do. I carried her with me back up the narrow passage. Wolfie usually had trouble passing through here due to her size, but now that she was limp, it was disturbing how she could bend her body to slide easily as I pushed her. I brought her to her home- a place she hadn’t visited since she 4 years ago when she got recruited to the Defiance. Her parents and many siblings were in shock when I appeared at their porch, carrying Wolfie’s body. While the young adult wolves buried her in the ground, I ran down a brief overview of what had happened. I told them that I would testify in their behalf that they were not involved in any of what Wolfie did in the Underworld. This calmed them, but not enough to stop them from mourning their loss. I didn’t mourn with them. I barely had the face to look at Wolfie’s mother in the eye, and when I left their place behind, I did so hunched. Since then, I never visited their home again. I opened my eyes. The sunlight was pouring in from the window, the snow on the windowsill amplifying its brightness. It was highlighting the dichotomy between it and my heart. “It’s now clear to me that the nightmare I live, you live it too,” Vanilla had said. There was no lie to her words, I thought, as I started eating my cooled food. And weeks later, the nightmare would continue full swing when Articuno and I recovered enough to leave Mrs. Gwendolyn’s home. I returned to the apartment in Ametrine, and found Jasmin inside. She laughed at the sight of me. "Hello, Aladdin. You know, I found something... intriguing in your apartment." She then went over to my night table's drawer and waved a ripped envelope in the air. *This might be an important plot point WAY later on, if you might wanna hold onto that in the “appears forgotten but not really” section of your brain for later.

gg

I'ma gonna vote for me self not because of Ali's suggestion but because I gotta place a vote and will prolly forget later lul [Eliminate] Candy

:blobsweat: but tbh it’d be pretty lit and unique. Usually Pokémon games have “war” within a region but not between regions.

Everland operates with magic vs Reborn's pokemon, which are roughly equivalent. However, Everland doesn't have the internal terrorism that plagues Reborn (Defiance groups are pretty contained in the Underworld, and more so now that Vanilla's is gone), so if an invasion into Reborn were to happen, Reborn as we know it would prolly be over since it's barely withstanding Team Meteor. That's not the reason Vanilla won't expose them, however. The reason would be more that she doesn't want the whole region knowing that she's been involved in controversial stuff in her homeland. That'd be pretty traumatic, tbf xD I might keep that into consideration for the Devon arc But yah, if Ame doesn't kill off the protagonist in E19, she'll return to Everland to fulfill her mission... but who will go with her and how... that's something to look forward to eons from now haha

He joined the Defiance group and "dated" Vanilla solely to get information out of her (like the exact location of her base, and the "secret" entrance mentioned in this chapter) and to destroy her team from within and Jasmin from the outside, sorry if that wasn't clear (will prolly make it clear in future editions :tm:). At least, that was in the beginning. Whatever his intentions were, they must've morphed along the way, enough to make him feel that he didn't want Vanilla to die. But he's still conflicted, as you prolly could tell from his "no regrets" "had to do it" but crying. Yes, the reason only Jasmin and Aladdin went undercover to fetch Vanilla, because they knew it would be troublesome if Reborn's higher ups knew of this, as it's something something international relations something. Prolly would startle Reborn's police and might have some stuff happen. Idk if extradition would apply to Reborn's politics, but here I'm assuming not. Reason why the "40 peepos search party" idea even came about was because Everland's government is arrogant (much much later on, when and if Vanini reaches Everland, it'll be delved into more deeply) and wouldn't care to invade another region just to punish a "traitor to the Queen". Though, obviously, if there was an alternative to frictioning with another region, which would take unnecessary time and resources, they'd prefer that instead (which is why Aladdin's suggestion was heard). Actually, I didn't include it in the narrative because it's not important, but Aladdin actually went to the police station in Jasper Ward to request a search for Vanilla, saying that she'd fled Everland and he'd come there to bring her back (not giving details to the chief), but the police chief refused it since Vanilla was over legal age and was an asset to Reborn, being a honorary member of the police and all Anyhow, what matters is that none of Reborn's higher-ups, including Ame, know that Jasmin and Aladdin are in Reborn to capture Vanilla- they entered as mere "league challengers", and no one would question them about looking for a "friend" from their hometown (much like Candy thought that their being in Reborn was great news until Vanilla "umm no"'d her).

I’ve been guilty of doing that myself Vanilla... go wash your face lol Vanilla and Aladdin got avalanche’d. Remember that majestic drawing I drew of them hanging

An episode full of edge for my edgy protagonist xD Its been so long since I recorded a fight. I’ll have to think of a strat again oof

From Everland to Reborn ~ Episode 68 Behold, probably the longest episode in FEtR history! And guess what, I literally went and read like 80% of Season 3 to write this (cause my memory is shité) so hope the effort was worth it T_T In order to best enjoy this episode, though, I recommend re-reading Vanini-Aladdin convos from Episode 53 and 56, cause unless you got stellar memory, you'll probs be bamboozled oof. That day, I didn’t get to talk to Aladdin at all. Archer left on the pretense of having to work another shift, and I had dinner with this odd family. They didn’t speak much but occasionally filled the silence with questions directed to me about Everland, specifically the beautiful parts that tourists go there to visit. I obliged and told them about the tourist spots: Red Riding Hood Forest, Mermaid Moon Lake, and even the Queen’s Castle, which did not allow visitors to go in but allowed them to take pictures from outside. The Castle was known as the first building to be built in Everland, a couple centuries ago when the region was built in the desert by pure magic. Hazel asked me more details about the birth of Everland, but to be honest I couldn’t tell her much more. Everland’s past was enshrouded in secret magical spells which only high-ranking mages that were trusted by the Queen could learn about, due to how crucial it was that those spells did not become broken by malicious mages. “Have you ever seen the Queen? Is she old or young?” she asked; however, I’d have to disappoint her again. “I’ve never seen the Queen,” I responded. “What? How could you not? She’s your ruler, right?” “Yes, but she never leaves her castle. All politics are taken care of by the mages that surround her, while she likely idly sits on her throne all day.” It made me angry just thinking about the Queen and how she allowed the misery of the Underworld to continue existing. “That’s so weird, but I guess it’s just a cultural thing,” she shrugged. “Here, we don’t have rulers like that, but we have local leaders, like Gym Leaders and then there’s Ame and her team who oversees the region’s welfare. I’ve never seen them, either, but I know they’ve been on TV all the time.” “Yeah, it’s probably a cultural thing,” I said and let the topic rest. After dinner, Mrs. Gwendolyn prepared a ‘bed’ for me with a bunch of thick comforter sheets. She apologized to me that they didn’t have anything better for me to lie on, but I was a pokemon trainer and I could attest that such bed was still favorable to having to camp out in the forest or an icy mountain. The next morning, I woke up earlier than anyone else. The bed wasn’t comfortable enough for me to sleep until late. I stood up and stretched to relieve a little of my corporal pain. Then I went down the stairs as quietly as possible. The room Aladdin was sleeping in was closed shut, and I didn’t dare open it in case the wooden door made creaky sounds as I did. Thus, I did the one thing I could do on such occasion, which was to go outside for a walk. The sun had just started to peek from in between the mountains, so it was still slightly dark outside. As I walked, though, the sunlight became stronger and made the trees and snow look refreshing. Suddenly, though, a strong wind started blowing out of nowhere and the nice morning was no more. “Ah, there you are,” I heard Candy’s voice and I knew who to blame for the winds. She came down from the height of Ametrine City down to where I was in a flash. She was riding her dragon pokemon, though it somehow looked different to how it looked the first time I saw it. Mega rayquaza sprite by: piphybuilder88 (edited) “Thanks, Rayquaza. You can let me off here,” she said and hopped off the dragon’s back. That prompted it to morph back to the shape I recognize, and with that, the strong winds subsided. The rayquaza cried once and left to the horizon. “Sorry about the winds,” she apologized. “I mega-evolved Rayquaza so that we could travel around the area faster.” “No big deal, I was just surprised. And I’m still surprised you found me.” “Well, you’d been gone for an entire day, so I went looking for you but I couldn’t find you anywhere, so I resorted to aerial search.” She then hugged me and smiled. “I’m glad you’re ok.” I omitted telling her that I had voluntarily jumped off a cliff to reach this place, and instead briefed her about the situation. I also didn’t tell her about Aladdin’s dive down the cliff, but told her that he was not in good shape, and was rescued by some weirdos and now stayed with them for the time being. “Oh no, that’s terrible. Let’s head over there. I’m sure Lily can help anesthetize him.” “Don’t worry, Candy. They brought in an Audino and she’s taking care of that with Heal Pulse.” Candy was relieved by this piece of information, but insisted that we headed in the direction of Hazel’s house. While we walked, I also briefed her about Archer being a frequent visitor at the house. I figured I needed to let her in on that so that she wouldn’t slip up and blow his cover unwittingly. “You probably know Archer, since you knew of 7th Street,” I said. “He’s Aqua Gang leader.” “Of course I know him,” Candy said, happily. “I wasn’t involved with him much, though. Aqua Gang and Magma Gang had a strong rivalry, and I couldn’t choose a side or I’d be on bad terms with the other.” “He goes by Arthur here, and the people don’t know he’s involved in a gang, so maybe don’t talk about him at all. Maybe pretend you don’t even know him?” “Sure, I got your, his, back,” she said and flexed her arm. Candy had a tendency to slip up and wasn’t particularly great at keeping secrets, so I worried about her actually having our back. When we arrived at the house, Mrs. Gwendolyn was already up and running around the house. She only stopped briefly when we entered the house because of an unannounced visitor… or maybe because it was a face she unsurprisingly recognized. “Hi, you’re Candy, aren’t you?” she said and shook Candy’s hand enthusiastically. “You were Hoenn region’s champion once, if I remember correctly. I collect regional pokemon champion cards and I have yours.” “Oh my Arceus, I’m so embarrassed you have one of those,” Candy blushed. “I didn’t like how I looked in that picture. I tried to look cool but I made myself look crazy instead.” “Then I think that reflects who you are, Candy,” I chuckled and she nudged me with her elbow. “I didn’t know you were acquainted with Candy, Vanilla,” Mrs. Gwendolyn marveled. I was pleased, since this could only gain me points in favor. “She’s my cousin. I didn’t mention it because the topic never came up,” I said. “I came to pick Vanilla up since she’d gone missing all of a sudden,” Candy explained. “But since she’s got some business here, I’ll wait in here until she’s done if you don’t mind.” “Of course, we don’t mind at all,” Mrs. Gwendolyn laughed loudly. “I was just preparing breakfast. We have an extra chair in the backyard you can sit on to join us. My husband uses a wheelchair so we don’t usually keep it in the house for convenience’s sake.” Candy said that she appreciated the gesture but it wasn’t necessary at all, but Mrs. Gwendolyn being how she is, convinced her to eat in the end. It was funny to see my headstrong cousin being out-headstronged. Soon, Hazel’s dad came to join us and so did Hazel, coming down from her room. Both were introduced to Candy accordingly, though they also didn’t need much introduction since both also knew of her Champion history. We ate breakfast in as cheerful a mood as there had ever been at that table since I arrived. Candy talked with all three of them almost non-stop, so I was spared from another Q&A session. Once we were done eating, Mrs. Gwendolyn asked me to come to the kitchen. She handed me a tray with a bowl of sweet oatmeal, a cloth napkin and a cup which held coffee with milk that practically looked like milk with coffee. “Carry this to Aladdin’s room. He can eat by himself, but it’ll be awhile until he can move his broken legs.” She said no more and went to do the laundry. I looked down at the tray, and realized that this was the green light to speak with Aladdin. Once the realization dawned on me, I became nervous. What should I say first? What will he say? However, I wasn’t much of a thinker, so I decided to do what I always did: just do it(™). I walked across from the kitchen to Aladdin’s room. I sneaked a peek at Candy, and I saw her winking and thumbs-upping. It wasn’t very reassuring. I opened the door without knocking. The audino noticed me, but remained sitting. Apparently, she was taking a break from the Heal Pulse therapy. Aladdin was asleep, so I placed the tray on his bedside table and contemplated whether to wake him up and how to. Part of me wanted to go the Titania way and wake-up slap, but I judged it was ill-timed since the opponent was hurt. I sighed and decided to shake his shoulder a bit. Aladdin groaned but wouldn’t wake up easily. “Vanilla… My Polaris…” was what I heard him say without opening his eyes. “How dare you,” I said, gritting my teeth and pushing back my urge to choke the last breath out of him. Instead, I shook his shoulder even more roughly. “Wake up, damn it. You’re making me lose my patience and we haven’t even talked.” Aladdin woke up and jerked his neck to the side when he saw me. He looked like he’d seen his worst nightmare and he wasn’t very off. “Vanilla… Eterna. Sorry, I didn’t expect to see you just now,” he said, rubbing his eyes. “And to still be alive.” “Don’t lower your guard quite yet. I have my motives,” I said. Aladdin was silent, and glanced at the tray on the table. He hesitated to speak, but in the end he did. “If it’s not a lot of trouble to ask, would you help me sit up right? You can call Mrs. Gwendolyn if you don’t want to do it.” “I can do it,” I said, if only not to have Mrs. Gwendolyn butt in for the upteenth time. He was surprised that I actually agreed to do it, perhaps because he thought that the mere thought of having physical contact with him was repulsive to me. He wasn’t wrong about that. My hands did wince when I lifted his head up for him, but it seemed as though he was the one who didn’t enjoy it between us two. He then asked for the tray and started eating with unreliable arm movements. Once he was one-third of the way through his oatmeal, he placed the spoon down and looked at me. “You've been eerily quiet. What are your motives, if I may ask?” “I need to clear up many things. There are many things that have left me confused,” I said. “I’m assuming you mean about my behavior towards you and my suicide attempt,” he said. “Did you have a chance to read Wolfie’s diary?” I didn’t reply, but my face probably spoke in my stead. “From the looks of it, you didn’t,” he sighed. “I think you should read the last entry, at least, before we talk. Meanwhile I can finish eating.” “I… I didn’t want to read it, if I could help it,” I confessed. “I know. I know that you like to avoid thinking about her death and anything that reminds you of it. I know your coping mechanisms. I’ve seen you,” he said. “However, it’s really important that you read that last entry. After all, it was literally dedicated to you.” That comment caught me off guard. “Dedicated… to me?” Aladdin nodded. With a heavy heart and heavier legs, I stood up from the bedside bench and went upstairs to grab Wolfie’s diary from my bag. I came back down and closed the door behind me. I flipped the pages until the last entry. It was dated the day of the invasion, which was also the day she died. “Dear Eterna,” the entry was titled, so Aladdin had not been lying about it being dedicated to me. I find myself writing in this dim room once more, much like I have done almost everyday for the past four years. However, today is different. Never had I penned an entry while the police infiltrated our base and were banging on our door. Today, Eterna’s Defiance has died. All that remains for me to do is to try to protect Eterna at all costs, even if I have to sacrifice my own. I hope that she will get to read this entry, and that is the only light that shines in my heart, which is currently as dim as this room. There are many things I wanted to tell Eterna, but I never had the chance to, until now, when Death is breathing on the back of my neck. First, I wanted to tell her that she was the best friend I could have had. I don’t know if I stressed that enough when we played together as kids or broke the law together as teens. I wouldn’t change any aspect of my life, even though I was born a social outcast because of my wolf lineage. We were both social outcasts, and understood each other on a level no one else could better understand another person. Even romantic couples can’t enjoy that luxury most of the time. Second, I wanted to tell her that no matter what the outcome of this incident is, she must live and carry on. Here, I have one thing to confess. It’s something I’m not proud of. About two years ago, when King was still our leader, he told me in secret that he intended to pass on his Defiance group to Eterna. His health was deteriorating, and he had to make plans for when the inevitable happened. I asked him, “why Eterna, and not me?” For, even though I knew she was a good fighter, King and I resembled each other more in wit. A leader must know strategy, and move his fighters accordingly. Yet, as much as I loved Eterna, I wasn’t sure she was capable of this. He said that he understood my concern, but that only Eterna could bring a new era to the Defiance. An era of unity, for Eterna is the only known person in history who was born with a feature, albinism, which should’ve automatically sent her to the Underworld since birth, and yet stayed in the Overworld as a wealthy noble. She was the living symbol of the unity between the two worlds that should’ve been one from the beginning. When he told me this, I agreed with his decision wholeheartedly, and promised him and myself to be loyal to her leadership until the day I died. Third, Here, she left an awkward space and the writing style changed; it was more hasty and almost illegible, unlike the earlier neat handwriting. Aladdin has just come into our base from the secret entrance that appeared to be guarded by more policemen earlier when we checked. I wonder what could be the meaning of this. No proper explanation, but proposed plan. Plan: I surrender the base and all Eterna’s comrades, in exchange for escape to alert Eterna. I’ll trust him. Only a matter of time until all of our deaths happen. Aladdin is traitor, but earnest. Realistically our only chance. Gave diary to him. Send regard to family if I die. All glory to you, Queen Eterna. That was the whole of the entry. At the third paragraph, I was already feeling like crying, but I tried to hold the tears back because I was reading in the presence of Aladdin. I’d hate for him to see me cry, and pat himself in the back for succeeding in distressing me. As soon as I was done reading, I closed the book. Aladdin heard the sound and looked up. “Did you finish reading?” he asked. I was afraid my voice would crack, so I just nodded. “Vanilla,” he said. “I don’t think you’ve given yourself proper time to mourn your loss. Everything happened so quickly.” I shook my head sideways. “Knowing that Wolfie died, and mourning her death are two different things. Only by mourning you can reach acceptance. Until then, you’ll keep floating in the limbo, hoping that this is all just a bad dream you will wake from.” Aladdin offered me his untouched napkin. I mustn’t take it, I told myself. I mustn’t. I mustn’t. But I did. And the moment my fingers touched the cloth, tears started falling as though on cue. I used the napkin to hide my face as I cried, feeling like my innards could come out of my mouth. My breathing became intermittent, and I hoped that I’d stop breathing out right and join Wolfie in death. I opened the diary again and read everything once… twice more, letting each word sink in, imagining the scene in my mind. It took me about 15 minutes of full-out crying, until my nose was completely clogged and I could only breathe in between coughs, to compose myself. That was the death of my hopeless hope. When I stopped crying, I became embarrassed and chastised myself for not holding back my tears. For being weak and giving into the temptation of that white napkin. “Do you feel better?” Aladdin asked. “Not really. Crying doesn’t solve my problems,” I replied. “No, it doesn’t,” he said. “But solving problems is not its purpose. Its purpose is to free your bottled-up sorrow. Wolfie wanted you to carry on, not to be held back by regret.” “It seems you read this entry, too,” I said. “It would seem you helped Wolfie escape just so she could prevent me from coming near the base. I remember that moment. She had come and made me give her my Eterna costume. It’s probably why she was shot, and not me.” I blowed my nose on the napkin. “However, my question is, what were you thinking, letting her escape? That’s not even the only case of your conflicting behavior. Candy told me that you planned my escape from Everland. Is this true?” Aladdin was surprised. “I guess I was naive in thinking that she could keep a secret from her cousin,” he said. “But she was the only person I could count on for this.” “God damn it,” I sighed but then checked myself. “No. I won’t believe it. You’re a serial liar.” “Did you never find it suspicious that your relocation to Reborn should go as smoothly as it did?” Aladdin asked back. “Your grandmother had your traditional dress prepared, along with money in Reborn’s currency ready for your departure before you even told her of your plans to flee the region. There was not a single police officer guarding the train station despite that being the first place you would most likely head to. None of that caught your attention?” “My senses weren’t in optimal shape then,” I admitted. “But what, you mean to tell me that you coordinated everything for my escape?” “You cornered me and demanded explanations. I’m only giving them to you. Whether you believe them or not is your business, not mine,” he said. “So it was true, then. You helped me escape both the Underworld and the Overworld. Why, Aladdin. Tell me what your intentions are.” He shut up and didn’t appear inclined to speak. I stood up and started pacing. I was getting irritated by the second. “You’re driving me insane. Why do you have to do weird shit like that,” I exclaimed while throwing my hands up in the air. “Jasmin and you plotted way ahead to make me loosen my guard. You killed over half my men in my absence, and captured or maybe killed the remaining ones too. Your police officers tried to kill me as I fled, and instead killed my right-hand man. Jasmin is out and about Reborn seeking me out to kill me right as we speak. You also tried to kill me in Ametrine City. Then, all of a sudden, it happens that you’d also helped me out? Explain that to me, because I’m at a loss here.” “I can’t tell you,” he said at last. “Because I really don’t understand it myself.” “What do you mean you don’t understand it,” I said and shook him by the shoulders with enough force that I almost knocked the tray off his legs. “It’s your brain, damn it. Use it. Or stop lying, before I slit your throat so you can’t do it any longer.” The audino jumped on me and made me sit back down to the bench. She sat next to me, holding my arm so that I couldn’t possibly stand up from there again. “I’m telling you, I don’t know,” Aladdin said with a louder voice. “I only know I didn’t want to see you die.” I laughed from my nose. “You came all the way to Reborn to get me back to Everland, alive or dead. Do you think I’d believe that bullshit excuse?” Aladdin tightened his lips and looked away from me. Suddenly, an outrageous thought crossed my mind. I remembered that he always took a defensive stand on our fights, never hitting me unless absolutely necessary. Then, there was the clear refusal to live, when he bit my hand back at the cliff. In light of the information that I was getting now, everything flipped upside down. I slowly shook my head sideways in disbelief. “You… you didn’t come here to bring me back,” I said in a low voice. Aladdin glanced at me and back at the wall. “You came to die at my hands, didn’t you?” I asked. “I don’t think I’m obliged to answer that question,” he answered. I tried to stand up from the bench but audino held me down. “Obliged, or not obliged. Tell the truth,” I shouted, then paused for a minute. “I… need to know the truth.” Aladdin looked at me in the eye, then lowered her gaze as he half-smiled. He remained silent for a while, but finally cleared his throat and started talking. “When the police first heard the international news that informed them you were in Reborn, the plan had been to send a troupe of 40 people to capture you,” he said. “However, I argued against it. I said that something like that would be misleading for the Reborn government and they might think Everland is trying to overthrow them. They are scared as it is, with Team Meteor terrorizing them. Jasmin agreed with me, and suggested that she alone went undercover. Of course, I know she was after the recognition that a single-handed capture would lead to.” “Classic Jasmin move,” I commented. “I insisted to be added to your search party,” he continued. “Because of two reasons. If Jasmin actually found and captured you, I could turncoat and set you free. And the second reason is… as you said.” Aladdin sighed, and briefly hesitated before continuing. “I told you before. I don’t have anything else I can offer you. I can’t do anything to regain your trust or love. I can’t bring Wolfie or any of your dead Defiance members back to life.” Here, he surprised me. Tears started running down his cheeks, but he no longer had the napkin to wipe them with, so he used his sleeves. His voice cracked when he said the next sentence. “I can only give you my life, if that serves as a little solace... that you could get rid of the traitor in the end.” He placed his arm over his eyes and cried in silence. There was now no doubt in my mind that Aladdin had Taka’d us all along. That he had helped me escape and survive, all the while also betraying me and the Defiance. Whatever Jasmin was doing in his apartment… it was probably on her accord and not on his. If this were a comedy, a fairytale with a happy ending like the ones that abounded in Everland, I would jump off my seat and embrace him right then and now. After all, this was the chapter where all the jumbled-up misunderstandings became untied, and it naturally followed that the hero and heroine would amend their broken relationship. However, this story… our story… was a tragedy. “Stop crying,” I said at last. “You don’t have the right to shed a tear in any of this. All was your and Jasmin’s doing.” “I know,” he said, still with his arm pressed on his eyes. “And I don’t regret it. I did what I had to do. We fought a large group of criminals that conspired against the Queen, and we won. Jasmin and I are the heroes. Yet... I don’t understand why I can’t stop the tears.” “It’s probably because the weight of their lost lives presses on your shoulders,” I said with unexpected calmth. “Whether you were on justice’s side or not, you can’t escape that weight.” I knew that the best. I sailed the ship straight into an iceberg, and instead of going down with it like an honorable captain, I was the only one to escape unscathed. Even if Wolfie wanted me to, and even if my whole team sacrificed their lives to let that happen, I’ll still have to live with the guilt for the rest of my life. “I was too naive to know that. I was hungry for any kind of recognition. Anything that would prove that my life was not as worthless as my parents led me to believe,” Aladdin said, and lowered his arm at last. His eyes were bright red and he was still sniffling. “And yet, you only managed to make yourself worthless to those who cared about you as well,” I sneered. “... Yes, that's right,” he said, clearing his throat. “I chose my family and recognition over you. A wretched choice, but a necessary one, and I will live by it... I will only curse that our destinies had to be so cruel as to place us on opposing sides, not the choice itself.” We looked at each other in silence. In his eyes, I could almost see reflected the happy time we spent together. Happy times that would never return to either of us. “Curse you,” I said, weakly. “You’re welcome to kill me anytime,” he said with scary determination. “I died when I fell down the cliff, anyway. And snapping necks is your specialty, is it not?” I frowned at the remark. “I won’t kill you,” I said, and nodded to the audino so she would let go of my arm. “It’s now clear to me that the nightmare I live, you live it too. It’d be unfair to give you the deadly peace you don’t deserve.” I stood up from the bench and started walking towards the exit. “Vanilla,” Aladdin said, and I stopped without turning back. “Good bye.” I said nothing and opened the door. I quickly wiped my eyes with the napkin and left the room behind. VANILLA RATES: REBORN CHARACTERS And that, me frens, is the end to this non-Reborn related stuffs for now. We can finally fite Seal and leave for Reborn City~ But not before Vanilla reunites with Shelly-chan for a minute... look forward to that, maybe? uwu QUICK LINK TO NEXT EPISODE

Bruh two role blockers. Idk but not surprised newt was targeted first. Also I visited Fali, so now you can’t say you never get visited uwu

I mean no one is ever alone in having an opinion. I'm sure many feel the same way you do. My opinion is that any skill can be marketable as long as there is enough people to market it to. I can't sit in front of a camera and entertain someone by playing a game. That's be mighty boring cause it's just not a skill I have. Hence I chose a career in something else, something I think I can do better than an average joe I don't think it's wrong for peepos to make a hell lot a money from doing something they found they're good at. Life is boring by default so people are constantly looking for ways to entertain themselves. It's a good market, if you ask me.

some gamers on YT are entertaining to watch. it's the same as paying a singer for singing- we could sing too, but at least in my case, it's def not entertaining to watch or hear if you think you can entertain a crowd, enough that they'll become your fans, you should play games on YT too

yeet Rose is now a rose forreals

I have like 3 pokemon in common with other peeps in the squad oof tfw you realize you're a basic pokemon trainer

Hi in, I'm daddy candy

What led you to Pokemon Reborn? Was searching for pokemon fangames after playing the canon games. Found this forums and the rest is history What do you think about the battle system in the game? I love the field effects. Some peeps might not like some of them because they feel unbalanced or whatnot, but I personally like all of them. It adds a lot of strategy into pokemon, and they also make the world in Reborn feel more real (like feeling you're in a forest because of the forest field, etc). It's also nice that the difficulty is increased from canon games. I like canon games to see the new mechanics, pokemon and story, but they're way too easy even on challenge runs like nuzlockes. You have to think for battles in Reborn, and I like thinking so it's great What do you think about the stories/narrative in the game? For the most part, I like it (I mean I must like it, otherwise I wouldn't have started a fanfiction(?) of it lol). There were a lot of mysteries through out the game, relating to the overall world of Reborn or just character relationships, which made me curious as I played the game. Some of these mysteries I feel like should have been revealed at earlier points in the game, to get the maximum effect (for example, the relationship between Tania and Rini wasn't super clear, to me at least, and I feel that arc should've concluded in Fiore Mansion. Idk if there's plans to openly reveal it, or if the point was for us to know only that they had an altercation, whatever that was.) In particular, what do you think about the queer characters in the game, like Cain and Adrienn? I like them just as I like the other characters. Cain is one of my fave, and Adrienn is ok I guess but not in my top 5 at least.

Watashi ga... kita! Rejoice, for fun has been added to the court record thx to me