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[The video feed started to a very strange angle of Souji, grabbing him from a low 45 degree angle. It would only take you a few seconds or a few minutes to find out that this is an accidental recording and from the inside of Souji's duffle bag, just happening to be recording him from open gap he forgot to zip up.
He's is shown to be traveling alone right now for what seems to be Route 31, just walking past trees after trees. Where were his friends, Teddie, Yosuke, and Nanako right now? Somewhere behind him. He had volunteered to head on ahead and take a short look around. This situation they were in was not a good one and there was more than just a gut feeling. There were signs just about everywhere.
The strange weather was the first one. He experienced his fair share of unnatural weather back home and he has been feeling uneasy about the same temperature and clouds that precessed for almost two weeks now. He had only hoped that it might go away after a while, but then the music changed. That was the second that came, replacing that chippy happy he listened to every day while he was here. And now, everything didn't look the same anymore.
He reached into his breast pocket of his dress shirt and pulled out a familiar pair of glasses, the very same ones he wore in back in Inaba. He still kept it after all this time, even for the months after they placed the lid on the murder investigations. He just couldn't bare to throw it away for it served as a reminder of what they had all gone through. It always did give him almost a sense of safety, so he slipped on his glasses. It neither improved or decreased his sight, so he kept them on and looked around.
Everything was now pixelized, something straight out of a horribly created program. It wasn't surprising, they were in a video game, right? But was everything just this disfigured mess of graphics, as if the whole programming around him went terribly wrong. It was almost like that Void Quest place all over again and that wasn't pleasant at all, but this place was much worse than Void Quest. This place just reeked of --]
[Jesus! That just made him jump out of his skin! What the hell was that sound? Wait...That was his Pokegear, right?
He reached down into his duffle bag and pulled out the Pokegear. The video feed was still recording as he took no notice, or if he did, he didn't stop it. He opened the new message and immediately a familiar voice rang through, loud enough for those watching this feed to hear;]
"Hey there! It's J-J-Jo-eeeeeeeeeeeee-y-y. Did yo-oooooooooo-- yooooooou k-kkkknow? My Ratatta is the top percenta-- My Ratatta is the top precenta-ta-ta-ta--....My Ratatta is the the top percentage of Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraarraaaaa--"
[He hangs up on the kid. Dammit, not even the people here are normal. It's was the whole place was breaking down or something and it really isn't making him feel any better about the whole thing. Just when was this all going to end?
He tossed the Pokegear back into his duffle bag, and once again it recorded the owner of it at a strange angle. He really doesn't seem to know it was on, probably from how much he was starting to worry about this situation. But he gotta stay calm like always. Always take one step at a time, and the first step here was that he should probably head back to the others now. He was gone out here for a while now, possibly fifteen minutes or more? He shouldn't keep them waiting any longer.
He turned around and began to head back into the direction he came from. They should be around here, right? But why couldn't he see anyone? Don't say they ran off somewhere while he was gone. Since his Pokemon wouldn't even come out of their balls, the last thing he needed was to be alone while everything wasn't going their ways. He pushed up his glasses and looked around.]
Nanako...! Teddie...! Yosuke...!
[If they were close, they should be able to hear him. If not, just where on Earth did they run off to? It would be bad if they were all split up, especially Nanako.
A sudden gust of wind blew in from behind him, he turned around and--]
[Holy shit!! What the hell is that?! And what is it screaming?!
Souji took a few steps back from that- that thing as it floats in front of him, staring at him with those hollow sockets where flesh might have been before. Just what on Earth was this thing? It's huge, almost as big as the Shadows he once had to battle, maybe even bigger! And it keeps on repeating that cry over and over again. It screams it into his ears, its choppy cries mixing in with the loud music and starting to give him a cold chill down his spine. Dammit, that thing is just looming over him! How the hell is he supposed to battle that if none of his Pokemon came out of their Pokeballs?
The creature suddenly flies backward and starts charging at him, with a large cry.]
Shit--!
[The bag fell off his shoulder as he brought up his arms to shield himself and attempted to dodge it. The feed finally shuts down and the last thing you could hear from it is that cry of "NIII-RRRD NII-RRRRRRD" over and over...]
(( OOC: Souji does manage to get away from the Missingno, sooner or later. Group members/people in Route 31 can intervene~ \o\ And would you believe me if I said that I actually typed out this whole entry putting that Nidoran cry along with the reverse!Lavender music on loop until I finished this at 2 in the morning? I think I've gone mad myself. Tags will be done in the morning after I get some shut eye and AWAY FROM THIS MUSIC. And yes, I know I typed this like prose but in action style. ffffff I am horrible at this ))
He's is shown to be traveling alone right now for what seems to be Route 31, just walking past trees after trees. Where were his friends, Teddie, Yosuke, and Nanako right now? Somewhere behind him. He had volunteered to head on ahead and take a short look around. This situation they were in was not a good one and there was more than just a gut feeling. There were signs just about everywhere.
The strange weather was the first one. He experienced his fair share of unnatural weather back home and he has been feeling uneasy about the same temperature and clouds that precessed for almost two weeks now. He had only hoped that it might go away after a while, but then the music changed. That was the second that came, replacing that chippy happy he listened to every day while he was here. And now, everything didn't look the same anymore.
He reached into his breast pocket of his dress shirt and pulled out a familiar pair of glasses, the very same ones he wore in back in Inaba. He still kept it after all this time, even for the months after they placed the lid on the murder investigations. He just couldn't bare to throw it away for it served as a reminder of what they had all gone through. It always did give him almost a sense of safety, so he slipped on his glasses. It neither improved or decreased his sight, so he kept them on and looked around.
Everything was now pixelized, something straight out of a horribly created program. It wasn't surprising, they were in a video game, right? But was everything just this disfigured mess of graphics, as if the whole programming around him went terribly wrong. It was almost like that Void Quest place all over again and that wasn't pleasant at all, but this place was much worse than Void Quest. This place just reeked of --]
[Jesus! That just made him jump out of his skin! What the hell was that sound? Wait...That was his Pokegear, right?
He reached down into his duffle bag and pulled out the Pokegear. The video feed was still recording as he took no notice, or if he did, he didn't stop it. He opened the new message and immediately a familiar voice rang through, loud enough for those watching this feed to hear;]
"Hey there! It's J-J-Jo-eeeeeeeeeeeee-y-y. Did yo-oooooooooo-- yooooooou k-kkkknow? My Ratatta is the top percenta-- My Ratatta is the top precenta-ta-ta-ta--....My Ratatta is the the top percentage of Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraarraaaaa--"
[He hangs up on the kid. Dammit, not even the people here are normal. It's was the whole place was breaking down or something and it really isn't making him feel any better about the whole thing. Just when was this all going to end?
He tossed the Pokegear back into his duffle bag, and once again it recorded the owner of it at a strange angle. He really doesn't seem to know it was on, probably from how much he was starting to worry about this situation. But he gotta stay calm like always. Always take one step at a time, and the first step here was that he should probably head back to the others now. He was gone out here for a while now, possibly fifteen minutes or more? He shouldn't keep them waiting any longer.
He turned around and began to head back into the direction he came from. They should be around here, right? But why couldn't he see anyone? Don't say they ran off somewhere while he was gone. Since his Pokemon wouldn't even come out of their balls, the last thing he needed was to be alone while everything wasn't going their ways. He pushed up his glasses and looked around.]
Nanako...! Teddie...! Yosuke...!
[If they were close, they should be able to hear him. If not, just where on Earth did they run off to? It would be bad if they were all split up, especially Nanako.
A sudden gust of wind blew in from behind him, he turned around and--]
[Holy shit!! What the hell is that?! And what is it screaming?!
Souji took a few steps back from that- that thing as it floats in front of him, staring at him with those hollow sockets where flesh might have been before. Just what on Earth was this thing? It's huge, almost as big as the Shadows he once had to battle, maybe even bigger! And it keeps on repeating that cry over and over again. It screams it into his ears, its choppy cries mixing in with the loud music and starting to give him a cold chill down his spine. Dammit, that thing is just looming over him! How the hell is he supposed to battle that if none of his Pokemon came out of their Pokeballs?
The creature suddenly flies backward and starts charging at him, with a large cry.]
Shit--!
[The bag fell off his shoulder as he brought up his arms to shield himself and attempted to dodge it. The feed finally shuts down and the last thing you could hear from it is that cry of "NIII-RRRD NII-RRRRRRD" over and over...]
(( OOC: Souji does manage to get away from the Missingno, sooner or later. Group members/people in Route 31 can intervene~ \o\ And would you believe me if I said that I actually typed out this whole entry putting that Nidoran cry along with the reverse!Lavender music on loop until I finished this at 2 in the morning? I think I've gone mad myself. Tags will be done in the morning after I get some shut eye and AWAY FROM THIS MUSIC. And yes, I know I typed this like prose but in action style. ffffff I am horrible at this ))
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