played bySovetskii Soryuz
Little Bastard
He/Him
Fourteen
June 6th
Wyndon, Galar
Homosexual
Trainer
Ace Trainer
Gonna dig this hole until I fall in. Until there is no end. Until there is no anything.
[nospaces] [attr="class","dangerhead"] [attr="class","dangerbody"] [attr="class","dangericon"] [attr="class","dangertxt"] WYNDON, GALAR[break] six years ago [break][break] Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The grandfather clock in the study was the only symphony to compete with the crackling of the flames from the fireplace. Only two years previous he could have found his father in here somewhere. [break][break] Now the room was bereft of life. [break][break] Andy kept coming back however, as if one day the man would just suddenly be in there. Truly wondrous was the mind of a child. Imagination was the one weapon in the war against reality, and at seven the boy had plenty. [break][break] And yet reality had won out today. The study had been found empty once again. Slumped in a fine leather chair gazing into flames, the young Blackadder thought to destroy something to alleviate his frustration. [break][break] ''Gastly?'' Morphing through the wall by the chimney, his first ever pokemon had come looking for him. The spook had wondered off earlier, but it seemed that it had grown bored. Andy looked up, but the pout did not disappear from his face. [break][break] ''Gast. Gastly...'' Swooping down, the ghost ball hovered in front of his trainer, making a face and wagging his tongue. ''Guhlalalala! Andy's head turned to hide a shy smirk. [break][break] He didn't want to be so easily amused. [break][break] ''Gastly? Gas...'' Clever eyes traveled to the many bookshelves that lined the periphery of the room. Humans liked to read, right? Epitaph had seen the child read before. Hastily hovering its vision scanned the titles. [break][break] Not being able to read was a bit of a handicap, so in the end it just picked one. Fishing one at random with his ectoplasmic cloud, he carried the leather bound tome to his human setting it in his lap with a generous smile, he hoped this would do the trick. [break][break] ''Gastly.'' With a sigh, Andy glanced at title. 'Quotes of Bill Rattlepike, Galarian Poet and Playwright.' Cracking the cover, his wide chocolate orbs took in a few. Finally one caught his attention. [break][break] 'If you love me I will always live in your heart. If you hate me I will always live in your head.' [break][break] Staring in contemplation, he wondered did he live in anyone's heart? Did he live in anyone's head? There was always the attempt to be nice, just like his mother, his maid, and his butler told him. But Epitaph always did what he wanted. [break][break] And they were all always complaining about the pokemon. If he wasn't loved, he would be forgotten. He blinked. His father had gone away. His mother was busy, his older siblings never wanted him around. Was he forgotten...? [break][break] Tears welled up in the lad's eyes, his lip pouted once again as the drops hit the page. Gastly's fanged mouth fell open, aghast. How had he messed this up? Quickly, he had to do something! Absorbing the book from the trainer's lap, he spun and hurled it right into the fire. [break][break] The child's ugly crying temporarily ceased, shocked at what his pokemon had done. Glancing, the Gastly noted that the tears were no longer coming. It was working! Going and grabbing the nearest book, it hurled another in and checked again. [break][break] Andy could not believe it, but there was something amusing about it. The tiniest of smiles began to tug at the moist corner of his mouth. Epitaph fetched two, throwing another and offering one to the boy. With hesitation he took it. [break][break] ''Gastly!'' The spirit encouraged the boy. After another moment, Andy cast his into the growing flames and well. ''Gastly!'' It spun within the air in victory before or went to fetch more books.
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