It was mysteriously quiet in the lab hall today. Usually it was bustling with scientists and medical operatives, but today it was strangely tranquil. This should have made Oscar nervous, in fact his entire itinerary should have made him nervous. To be honest though, he was too busy feeling excited. I would dare to say he was downright giddy!

He had been invited by Killian Decker to participate in a special experiment. Oscar was going in with as few expectations as possible, but if this experiment worked how Oscar thought it should then maybe he would finally be rid of Bill Anderson's parasitic god goo. That would be the best case scenario anyway. Oscar was actively keeping the worst case scenarios at bay, such dark thoughts would do nothing but spoil the fun of this biological adventure.

Besides, it was not as if he would have much to lose should things go wrong--and it would be valuable data for Killian! Speaking of, Oscar had finally come upon the door to the lab Killian had designated for their experiment. Taking a deep breath, Oscar knocked twice before opening the door.

"Good morning! Who's ready to spit in the face of nature!?"

"Really?" Oscar looked up, this time attempting to spot any falling space travelers. The sky seemed clear, so he turned back to Theo. "Well that's good to know. Though no offence why do you need me for th-" 

POW!

Oscar flinched as something landed right behind him, slamming into the ground and kicking up white stone in every direction. He whipped around to find a shaking orb just a few feet away, undoubtedly a minoir. Oscar folded his arms, attempting to both appear casual and keep his heart from burst through his ribs. 

"It's obviously not for my observation skills--haha--that was I joke I swear I'm always aware of my surroundings." Oscar turned his head in every direction, suddenly very paranoid about falling pokemon from space.

THEO BECKETT

"See, isn't this nice?"

Oscar seemed quite content in his Corviknight carriage seat, looking out his window with a giddy smile. Across from him would be bryan delarosa, whom Oscar had dragged along with him in a misguided attempt to cheer him up. When Oscar went to visit Bryan earlier in the day, the poor man looked downright ghastly. It would seem that he had exerted all of his energy into the Tree of Life's baby sprout, leaving nothing left to fuel his body. This would not do!

Insisting that Bryan deserved a break, Oscar booked a private night tour high above Mauville. Mauville's dazzling skyline provided a beautiful spectacle, while the gentle swaying of their carriage would set anyone at ease! Oscar sighed happily, rubbing his hands as he looked to Bryan expectantly. 

"Nothing like a night time flight over a beautiful city to remind us to take things slow once in a while. Am I right or what?"

Oscar was gradually starting to get the hang of this wild ride, in spite of the spectral steed's attempts to throw him off. As he stated himself, Oscar has had some experience in wrangling wild horses (for super legal reasons) and even thought the difficulty of this encounter was far beyond anything he has attempted in the past he was able to adapt through grit alone. Yet the spectral horse had another trick up its sleeve that Oscar could not possibly prepare for.

It began to ride straight up, with the sheer force of gravity pulling Oscar in the opposite direction. He tightened every limb, desperately fighting to maintain his grip. "Is that all you got!?" He shouted at the horse. He would soon find that he had just made a grave mistake. The horse curved, eventually making it so Oscar would be riding upside down.

Oscar expected to level out, but it would seem that the spectral steed was content to spit in the face of physics and force Oscar to exert all of his strength to remain mounted. Oscar's ghostly muscles tightened, every vein in his head nearly popping as he put his all into remaining on the horse's back. This was truly the toughest test yet...


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Oscar had been keeping to himself. Lately he had been feeling reclusive, content to whittle away the hours on research for his PokePods and the new Tera energy phenomenon. In his mind, social obligations were nonexistent. All that mattered was progress, reaching for new heights and claiming the bounty of the cosmos and beyond.

Alas, he had a public image to maintain. When he received his invitation to the National Museum of Natural History's winter masquerade, he could not simply ignore it. It was too ripe of an opportunity to improve GMH's public image, which was a battle that would likely never be finished. With great reluctance, Oscar donned some winter finery and one of his many masks. He pussyfooted around for a bit, pondering if it was worth the effort to make an appearance, before eventually giving in and departing for the party.

Oscar slipped in as quietly as he could, ignoring the army of rotoms feverishly taking pictures on the red carpet. He tuned out the event coordinator's speech, instead attempting to find some obvious acquaintances among the crowd. At the very least, he could shake a few hands and then depart before the night got too late. It was unlikely that there would be anything at this ball that could hold his attention enough to make him stay.

--Open for interaction

GMH_OFFICIAL //

As a public service advisory, GMH would like to remind Hoenn residents that not all blue people are Megalopolan. They may just be suffering from frost bite, or choking on some food. Please be sure to double check before delivering justice. 

The mountainous dragon was pushed back through its dimensional portal by a giant torso with six floating hands. As the portal closed, Oscar stared off into the empty space it left behind. The threat was gone, yet its unearthly chill lingered. He saw the frozen pokemon left in its wake, sucking on his teeth as he took in the devastation. Here he thought Necrozma was the only apocalyptic pokemon they had to worry about--good grief.

Well, at least the world was in one piece--if also a bit colder. Oscar did not get the payout he sought, but as he felt the crystal shard in his suit pocket he would feel a wave of content resignation. The meteor's demise had opened the door to many possibilities, and within them Oscar knew he would find something glorious. It was only a matter of time.

Grievous and Robbie came to their master's side, looking incredibly uncomfortable. Grievous was not used to feeling 'cold', and desperately wanted yo leave this place. Robbie seemed more sad that he did not get to pull of his prank, missing his chance to Ally Switch with the giant dragon. There there Robbie, maybe some day. Oscar withdrew Grievous, and got on Robbie's back so that they could get out of this frozen hellhole.

Before the two could take off though, Mint would step forward. With all the excitement, Oscar had forgotten that the poor grunt was nearby. Mint seemed subdued, forcing a smile as he requested a ride. Behind his helmet Oscar frowned, how could he say no to that face? "Hop on sport." Oscar's distorted voice rang cheerfully, waiting for Mint to mount up before flying off to leave this wasteland behind.

tl;dr
--Oscar survived his second apocalypse and feels pretty good about it.
--Giving a ride to mint frost, any Rockets that also need a ride can say they hopped on before Oscar takes off.

Oscar stared at the sky, hands in his coat pockets as he watched the snowflakes fall. Usually he was happy to see the first snowfall in Hoenn, but it hit differently this year. Knowing that this beautiful snowscape likely came from the existential threat that was the frost of Kyurem--well it did not make him eager to see a White Christmas. 

Whatever, he was not here to mope about future horrors. He came to make a perfect fuckin' snowboy, and that was exactly what he was going to do. Oscar opened a pokeball, sending out the icy moth Writhe. Writhe had seemed depressed ever since the death of her good friend Nostra the crobat, but as soon as she gazed upon the falling snowflakes around her the frosty bug perked right up. Oscar smiled, he thought she would enjoy this and he was glad to be right. 

"Alright shudderbug, we got work to do." Oscar began gathering snow, and Writhe hovered over her master to supervise. 


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NOTES:

Snow Boy Parts: n/a
Prompts Completed: Reference a Christmas Song

Character Name / Tag: oscar clayton[break]

Wishlist: Here's his PC! I am always looking for bug, dragon, or electric types--but I'm not picky![break]

Are you willing to be a back-up Santa?: Of course![break]