Curiosity chapter 4

Chapter 4


Ray woke up to the sound of his phone going off. He sat up in his bed looking over to his night stand where he left his phone and the empty can on cola the previous night. He attempted to get the phone off the nightstand with a awkward “slap” of sorts. This only proved as a effective way to knock over a can of cola.

Disgruntled he tried again. His anger serving as a way to wake him up furthermore.

This time he was successful in getting his phone, at the cost of his good mood. He looked at his phone to see what was so important to wake him up on his day off. Checking the phone he saw that it was a message from Sanders.

The message was brief and to the point. “Call me when you get the chance.” Ray set his phone back down and cursed Sanders under his breath for making him wake up at this ungodly hour of just-past-ten. Ray gave in to the fact that he would not be falling back to sleep anytime soon, so he decided to go make himself some breakfast.

Ray walked into his kitchen, grabbing several slices of store bought bread and laying them onto a skillet and tossing a few pieces of sliced cheese on them to make his daily shit tier grilled cheese. After his breakfast was finished cooking, he took it into the living room.

The living room was like the rest of his apartment, barren but still a place to call home.
 Ray entered the living room to see his computer still where he left it. A TV that served as his monitor stood on the carpet.

Ray booted on his computer and opened up some old comedy to watch while he ate his breakfast. He sat down in a old car seat he grabbed out of a car that was about to get scrapped, and set his plate on his lap.

It was hard to think about his current position and watch his show at the same time. As he thought about his life, he found that grilled cheese and comedy was not the best idea for times that require any substantial form of thought.

Ray took the last bite out of his grilled cheese and looked back up at the screen. A man dressed in a speedo held a lighter up to his rear as he jumped off of the roof of a house. Ray was not paying too much attention to the show to understand the context behind it, so he turned it off and walked back into his bedroom.

In his bedroom he grabbed his phone. He looked again at the message that Sanders had sent him. He opened up his contact list and pressed  on Sanders contact. A picture of sanders trying to put out a fire on the arm of his welding jacket popped up as Ray pressed the call button.

“Hello my boy.” Sanders voice said though the phone. “I got all the paperwork on my side worked out for your transfer. Now all we need is for you to sign your name on the other transfer papers and we should be good to go.” Sanders continued on preventing Ray from saying anything. “I also received a few educational videos for getting used to life over there. Hope you got a VCR because they only send tapes.”

Predicting when Sanders would take a breath after his bit of exposition, Ray butted in. “I think I still have my old one packed away in storage.” Ray looked over to the corner of his room where several heavy duty plastic totes lay, looking for one labeled  “Dead childhood memories.”

“Ah good” Sanders began. “I'll have everything sent to you via courier, should be at your place later on tonight. Until then, do some homework on your new home.”

Ray rolled his eyes at the thought of studying, remembering how boring Sanders lectures on brake systems were. “Uh, yeah.” He replied with a rather uninterested tone.

“Well I'm off. The misses has plans for lunch with some of her friends, and I am obliged to join her.” Sanders said with rather nervous tone to his voice.

Ray gave off a hum in agreement to sanders rather nervous tone. “Ah it you will be fine.” Ray playfully said. “Anyways I'm going back to bed. Call me back once you survive lunch.”

“Will do, wish I could take a nap now as well.” A small click came from Ray's phone, signifying that the call had ended. Ray's eyes soon turned to his bed. A small twin futon, that according to Ray “smells life depression and wank.” He flopped down his his depression mattress and just sat there, looking at random things on his phone.

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The Gallade's dreams the night of his fathers story were different. His father would normally share his dreams to teach him abilities that would be used to protect himself from the stray Poochyena and the sort. But this was nothing like any of that, no sense of fatherly love, just a cold emotionless feeling.

He looked at his soundings to get a understanding of where he was at. In front of him there was a tall stone wall, nothing special to it, other than how smooth it was. He check his sides, still more walls, a few other odd items dotted along side them, but still nothing that got his attention. He looked back away from where he started facing the wall. Suddenly his eyes felt like they were burning, as if he was starring right at the sun. He held his arm up in front of his face to block out the brunt of the light, and after a few his eyes started to adjust.

What he saw in front of him was myriad of lights flashing, almost as if they were competing with one another to be the most flashy. He walked out of the dead end he found himself in, and was taken back by finding his father leaning on the side of the wall that was obscured while he was in the alley.

“I remember that place over there was the first time I ever had a burger.” The Gardevoir said, pointing a finger over to one of the flashing signs that said 'Ron's Grill'

“Burg?” The Gallade asked with rather confused look on his face.

The Gardevoir looked at his son with a rather smug smile. “Hey Skirty. Your burg's done.” He said in a deeper and more rough voice than he normal spoke in. What was also different about this was that he spoke using his mouth, rather than telepathy.

The Gallade would normally hear his father make odd noises with his mouth whenever he would smash his hand on something. Just a few words that he did not understand, rather than a full sentence like he just uttered.

The Gallade could only look as his father in confusion. “Sorry, I just have too many memories here. Wonder what this place looks like today. Wish Ron's is still there.” The Gardevoir said with a rather upbeat tone.

“Where is....Here?” The Gallade asked, still confused from sensory overload.

“Oh, sorry. Here was my old stomping grounds of sorts. “Here” is Riverwood. One of the many places humans call home. Well, and Pokemon too, but the humans made this place so it's fair to call it theirs.” The Gardevoir said having his attention being caught by a sign that said “Liquor”

“Hardly looks homely.” The Gallade interjected, looking around the street they were on.

“You learn to live with it, and then it gets fun.” The Gardevoir still looking around for recognizable signs that marked his favorite spots on main street. “You see, the reason why I shared this memory with you was so that I could muster up the courage to join you for your quest to see the human world.

The Gallade felt like he expected that to come, but never realized it. “I was just blubbering back then, you know? I mean, it was just one of those spur of the moment sort of things you just don't put that much though behind.”

“Sometimes acting without thinking is how we work. You just go with the flow.” The Gardevoir started making weird wave motions with his arms. “And I guess I want to go back and see my old home as well. And of course, go see if Ron  is still around, bastard still owes me a free slider.”

“So what do we do with our home?” The Gallade asked.

“We can always come back It's not like we are going to burn it down if we leave it for a few weeks. Plus I'm sure we can get one of the local Lilligant's to look after the place, they seems friendly enough. Now, the last thing is. Do you want to go out and explore what the humans have to offer?”

The Gallade let out a sigh. He asked himself if he was up for this adventure. But despite all the dangerous things his father had warned him about, he felt as if he was ready for this.

“I-I think so.” The Gallade said softly.

A Poochyena appeared next to his father. This was something he normally did for training his son against a simulation of the real thing. But it was completely still, as if it was frozen in place. The Gardevoir ran up to it and kicked it right in the side, sending it into the window of one of the buildings. No doubt using the dream to bend reality to make it more dramatic.

The Gardevoir looked back up at his son. “I'm proud of your for making that decision. Now I want us to head out right after the next batch of berries get ripe. You got it?”

“Y-yes.” The Gallade stuttered.

“Good, now goodnight.” The Gardevoir said as the Gallade's view became completely black and morphed into a more “normal” dream.


[Author notes]
Again, thank you faggots on /vp/. I feel like this story is getting just that much better the more I go into it due to the help you cuntlips have given me.