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S͙̜͓͇͍͚̦̞͈̰̱̈̽̽́͌̽́ͅC͖̳̤͍͔̗͐̐̈́̿̊̐̊İ̪̯̪͍̂̾͑̈̾ͅE̳̘̗̦͍̰̘̝̫̰͑̓͊̓̀̓̂̎̏͗N̟͔̬͚̠͕̫͓̪̤͌͋̔̀̍̋̑̏̈́̽̂̑ͅC̰̜͖̰̠̙̩̘̣̪̪͇͗́͑̈̋E̮̟̳̥͔͉̿̈̓͆̀͒̌̓͛̆͑ Ì̖̗͔͉͈͍͌̔́S̝̞̝͎̪̟̰̦̓̏̋̀͂̏ -
Ambrose screamed.
Ichorus jerked away from him, giving him a smack upside the back of the head.
"God, you idiot! You scared me half to freaking death!"
Ambrose stared at him, frantically glancing around to ensure that he was no longer lost in the haze of destitute darkness. He exhaled shakily with relief, earning a fretful stare from Ichorus.
"The hell happened to you? You vanished into that black fog one minute, and the next thing I see is..." he gave his head a quick jerk to his right, gesturing with a wag of his thumb, keeping his distance.
Ambrose followed the gesticulation, spazzing as he suddenly seemed to remember the situation they were in. Dimming milk-white eyes stared up at him, bloodshot, tired.
Ambrose sidestepped a little, but the skinless Porygon did not move, except to slightly crane its neck. The young man could tell that it was trembling and bleeding slightly from its exposed muscles.
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Part One
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SCIENCE IS VICTORIOUS.
Flat, unblinking eyes watched as many programmers and technicians gave one another hearty pats on the back while exchanging optimistic and congratulatory conversation.
It was indeed a victory for science. After many years of difficult study and intensive research, this epiphany had illuminated the world of Pokemon and sent shockwaves of awe through trainers and professors alike. The findings, among other scientific advances, were on display at an exposition in one of the several research institutes of the Pokemon world.
Although the appearance of this remarkable creature remained virtually unchanged, the core components of the Pokemon in question were radically different. What had once been only a shade of a living creature was now true flesh and blood.
More or less.
"...And this version is capable of organic processes down to the sub-atomic level. It eats, breathes, sleeps, and breeds just like any other Pokemon.
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Part Two
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SC!ENCE IS V!CTORIOUS.
"This is ridiculous!"
"What is?" Ambrose asked, his attention swept back into the reality of a modest dorm room by his friend's familiar voice, still staring intently at the TV screen. A young Steel-type Pokemon rested on the sofa arm beside him - it was a pudgy little Aron.
"This!" the other young man in the room snuffed, navy eyes alight with impatience as he gestured to the television, "I can't believe the fuss they're making over a Pokemon that looks like it came out of the damn 80s. Couldn't they focus on something more worthwhile?"
"Oh, come on, Ichorus. It isn't like this is kid stuff. They turned a Pokemon made entirely of programming into flesh and blood and squishy stuff! I think it's pretty neat,"
"Ambrose," Ichorus sighed, giving his friend one of his usual degrading looks, "You would think that watching paint drying was 'pretty neat' too."
Ambrose scrunched up his face in irritation, trying to ignore
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S̷C̸!̴E̷N̴C̵3̶ ̵!̷S̶ ̸V̴!̶C̴T̶0̸R̷!̷0̸U̶S̸.̵
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"What do you MEAN you can't find it!?"
"E-exactly that, sir... Porygon is not where we left it! Even the officials who analyzed the crime scene said they didn't see it anywhere," a tentative voice replied hastily, clearly intimidated by the man interrogating him.
"Was it hiding? Did it camouflage itself? It camouflaged itself! It had to've!"
"Sir, i-it isn't there. We...checked..."
"Damn it! You incompetent-...ngh. The restraints could not have been removed, could they? COULD THEY?"
"N-no, sir! The Pokemon was incapable of moving itself. We tested it many times, that couldn't have happened!"
"Then where the Hell is it!?"
"W-we're already searching, sir!"
"Who knows about this? Who knows about it!?"
"J-just the special forces, sir. N-no one else!"
"...The victims?"
"...Anyone who came in contact with the Porygon, sir..."
"Damn-!"
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"Skarmory! Steel Wing, now!"
"SKAAAAR!"
A flash of light and a tinny ring echoed as the agile
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S̴̻̐C̴̝̳̏!̷̥̙̃3̴͔̏N̸͇̆C̸̛̰̈́3̵̺͇͊ ̷̮̜́̾!̸͒͗��S̶͚̼̚ ̶͓̹̂̎V̷̩͇̌!̵͍̈C̵͖̏͠Ṯ̸̣̈0̵̱͗R̷̭͐̔!̶̭͓̎0̴̟̿͘Ů̷͙̇S̷̞̉̏
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The screams never seemed to end.
They carried on for what felt like an eternity, until the cries suddenly became garbled and hoarse, as if someone were screaming as they drowned under rising water.
The other young trainer, having stumbled backward from the deformed woman, looked as if he were frozen to the spot, trembling and gasping as he watched the human being in front of him twist and contort in every way unimaginable, flesh and bone protruding as if she had been shattered like a large vase and clumped back together in a million pieces.
Ambrose was about to shout for him to get away from her. This was wrong. This was all wrong. He only wished he could have spoken soone-
"AAAAAHHHHH!!"
The inverted corpse twitched, spewing blood and all manner of vile bodily fluids. The young trainer frantically scratched at himself, crying out in pain as the acids and blood that landed on him burned on contact, seeming to
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S̴̤͕̪̓̒̉͘͝Ç̷͎͚̀!̷̡̢̲͈̄̑3̷̘̣́̐̅̈́Ǹ̷̡̮͇̑C̷̡̢̞͌̇͘Ẽ̸͖̮̮̗̃̈́̈́͝ ̶͎̻̣͛!̴͇͑̕5̷͓͙͙̃̃ ̷̟̋̌V̸̛͖̆̓̉͑!̸̡̱̪̔̑C̸͇̖̞͝ͅT̴͙͓̜̻̯̐͑̆̉0̸̹̹͍̥̅͝Ȓ̷͕̾̋͊̚!̴̯̙̮̘̉̏̇̒0̸̦̬̠̝̅̈́Ū̶̩̅̕͠5̷̘̥̍̋̏͝
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"...I have a feeling they don't know anything, either,"
Ambrose hugged his knees to his chest, sitting on the steps of the police station with Aron huddled up atop his head. He heard Ichorus talking to himself grouchily as he came out of the revolving front door and sat down beside him.
"Not a damn thing," Ichorus grumbled, cracking his neck absent-mindedly. "You'd think the ridiculous amount of taxes we pay would give us some kind of competent police force, am I right?"
Ambrose didn't reply, chin resting atop his knees, gaze tired and distant. Ichorus sighed.
"Are you going to give me the silent treatment all day? I can understand that you're upset, but this really isn't like y-"
"That would have been me," Ambrose whispered, barely audible.
"Eh?"
"I had my arm out, and I almost...almost...I just wanted to feel its heartbeat, too...just like...oh, God...just like them...just like them!"
Ichorus
Please send this youtuber some good vibes, they made a really cool recap and mini-theory video on ORGANIC and it absolutely delights me to see my Visceral Polygon Childe get so much love.
I don't want to leave y'all in the dark again so let me update you on stuff.
July was...not a good month. I'm still reeling from what happened and suffice it to say, it's very personal and something I'm going to be struggling with a while.
That also being said, I'm not dropping the Project. I have Ponyta on the docket, and the image is in my head...it's just been hard to make the time for something more intense like that. I've mostly been doing stuff for ArtFight and Smaugust to vent, but this isn't going by the wayside forever. Not again.
Please bear with me, and if you're of the persuasion of prayer...please keep me in your thoughts. I need it right now.