Well of Memories
Dong ding!
The sound of that bell ringing sent shivers down Gunpowder’s spine. It was the voice of his nightmares. It could mean only one thing: a new customer had come into the store in order to attempt to buy something. The last two Pokemon that had come in were also “attempts”, as Gunpowder was incapable of finding anything the customers needed.
Shopkeep was certainly not Gunpowder’s dream profession. However, after having spent an embarrassingly long amount of time alternating between sleeping under the docks or in the gutters, it seemed rather hard to turn down such a deal.
This deal was offered to him by none other than Anana, a sweet little yellow lizard who he had been helping since arriving at the bay. At first she had him finish small tasks in exchange for food, but as the workload grew larger and larger, Anana decided it would be a better investment to hire Gunpowder on as a full-time employee in exchange for room and board.
Since she had been impressed with his prior work, Gunpowder hoped he had finally caught a break, but his performance with this first day had almost completely shattered that distorted painting of potential reality.
“Uhh.. Hello?”
The voice belonged to a tiny green lizard. Anana mentioned something about a regular like him, who she referred to by name, but Gunpowder wasn’t really the best at retaining... anything.
“Ah, apologies Mr. Snivy matey. I couldn’t see you there! You know how it is, right?”
“Eh? First you ignore me,” the Snivy said in a most distasteful voice, “and then you take a stab at my height? Do you even know who I am? Certainly not this ‘Matey’ you speak of.”
“No sir, I just meant.. I don’t know what I meant.” Gunpowder took a deep breath. “I’m new. I just started today, y’know. Cut me some slack.”
The Snivy still did not look impressed, but seemed willing to forgive Gunpowder’s immense insolence. He waved his hand dismissively. “Yes, yes, fine. I am here to pick up a package. I trust your boss told you about it.”
“One moment, sir, I will take a look for you.” Gunpowder walked towards the wall, not having the slightest idea where to find such a thing. Sweat would be dripping down his face, were he a creature capable of such a feat. He was a man of the ocean, a sea dog, and yet here he was, nervous about being unable to find a package for an annoying little morsel. Unfortunately, he was not paying enough attention to where his claws were wandering, and one of them clumsily knocked a glass bottle off the shelf.
This is it, he thought. This is the end. The loud crash drew Anana’s attention immediately, as she was concerned for the product, of course, but more so the well-being of her customers; she couldn’t bear the thought that someone could be hurt in her store. Before she could speak, the Snivy raised another objection.
"Oy, you oaf! Thankfully, that was not my package, but you must be more careful if you want to make it in this business! Seriously, I cannot believe that--"
"Penne," interupted Anana. "What have I told you about treating my employees poorly?" She put her arms on her side and gave the Snivy 'the look,' and he knew exactly what she meant.
"I.. I'm sorry, Anana. You know how it is. I'm just so busy lately and--"
"Yes, I understand," Anana interjected once again, but instead of upsetting the Snivy, it just made him more timid. "Let's see.. Ah! Here it is." She grabbed a small box off the shelf, nowhere near where Gunpowder had been searching, and handed it to the Snivy. "I'll charge it to the account," she said with a smile and a wink.
"Thank you, Anana. As usual, it was a pleasure to work with.. you." The Snivy had added extra emphasis to 'you.' Anana glared at him again. The look on his face in reply said it all, as did his rather hasty departure. Gunpowder bowed his head in shame as soon as that tasty treat was out of sight.
Anana walked over to Gunpowder and put her hand on his thigh. "It's OK, dearie. It's tough to start out. That gentleman is also known for being.. not so much of a gentleman. Now, chin up!"
Despite her kind words, Gunpowder refused to stop moping. She made a 'hmph' noise and walked out of sight. She wasn't gone for long, since Gunpowder could hear the sound of a crate sliding across the hard floor. Just then, he felt something get planted atop his head. He looked behind himself to see Anana standing on top of the box.
"There! This seems to always cheer people up. Here, take a look," Anana said with a gleeful smile and a mirror in her hand. On his head was now the most ridiculous hat he had ever seen. It was a big, flowery purple sombrero that said "ANANA" across the top. Due to the symmetry of her name, it was clear even to Gunpowder what it said through the reflection. He couldn't help but giggle a little at the sight of his own misery.
"See, sweetie? I knew it would help! Your punishment for being sad for something that isn't your fault is to wear this hat. After all, the image of my business is important, and this hat just screams 'me'!" Anana snickered to herself as well. Gunpowder knew she was mostly just joking, but he really appreciated the efforts. She always treated him like this.
Dong ding!
Another customer. Great, Gunpowder thought to himself. Another chance to mess up, but this time in front of my boss. Anana's face lit up.
"Come on in, I've got everything you could possibly need! Make yourself at home!"
She looked up at Gunpowder, urging him to lean forwards so that she could whisper to him. "Let me handle this one, dear. If you watch me, you'll learn a great deal about how to handle customers." She hopped off her throne atop the crate and cheerfully went to assist the customer.
Anana handled everything quickly and elegantly. Not only did she know exactly what the customer wanted without having been told, the small talk she made elicited laughter from said customer. Gunpowder was giving her his full attention, but he just couldn't see himself replicating what was just done. He just wasn't a Pokemon-Pokemon.
After concluding the business transaction, Anana held herself high, a big smile across her face. Gunpowder knew the real reason she took the reigns. She wanted him to learn how to handle customers better, sure, but more than that she wanted to show off. Gunpowder had known her for long enough to figure that much out, at least. She was good at hiding it.
“See? It’s not so bad! You just have to stay positive!” Anana could definitely tell Gunpowder was all but positive, and her face reflected this. Never had a smile turned upsidedown so quickly. “Come on, Gunpowder. You look like you’ve got something else on your mind today. What is it?”
“It.. It be nothin’, OK? I just don’t think I be able to do this yet, s’all. Can we trade jobs fer today? I promise I’ll get good at this, but.. just not today, aye?”
Anana stared into the very depths of Gunpowder’s soul. She knew he was hiding something, but she also knew there was no sense in prying. If he wasn’t going to say, nothing would change that. She let out a sigh of defeat.
“Fine, fine. Go help Fabian in the back with counting inventory,” Anana said rather dismissively. Before she had even finished, she had found something much more interesting to fiddle with on the shelves to pass the time until the next customer came in. I can’t really count, Gunpowder thought to himself. Bad time to mention it, though. Not like there’d ever be a good time. Anana probably thought he was an idiot.
He moped his way towards the back room, but it was empty, save for a large number of boxes, bottles, chairs, a desk.. Not that empty, then. Still, Fabian was nowhere in sight. Guess I’ll wait for him, then...
In front of the desk was what appeared to be a lillypad, but the way it was positioned made it look like a chair. Anana was known for her green and nature-esque themes sometimes, so it didn’t seem that unusual to Gunpowder. When he placed his big butt atop the chair and it spoke, however, he knew something was amiss.
“Watch where you’re pointing that thing there, muchacha!” The chair stood up on its feet, being surprisingly tall for a.. lilypad. Gunpowder’s lack of deductive reasoning was sometimes surprising, but in this case, it did not fail him, and he guessed correctly that this creature was Fabian.
“Eh.. Yeah, that’s me,” replied Fabian in a most sluggish voice. “I was enjoyin’ a bit of a siesta while waiting for my chica to come back. We got a lot of countin’ to do still.” He scoped Gunpowder out. “Why’re you here, anyway, eh? This area’s for employees only, muchacha.”
“Aye, I am an employee. Just started. Been helpin’ Anana for a while, but not here at the shop. This be rather new to me, and I got sent back here ‘cause--” Gunpowder thought for a moment, his face turning a bit red. Best not tell the truth to someone he only just met. “--well, ‘cause I’m not feelin’ too well today, yeah. So Anana sent me back to give ya a bit of a hand!”
“Oh. An idiot, then, eh?” Fabian scoffed. He knew that Anana wouldn’t let someone in the back unless she trusted them enough to not steal, or if she thought they were too stupid to do so. Since Fabian hadn’t heard of Gunpowder before, process of elimination pointed to only one answer.
Despite those words cutting Gunpowder real deep, he laughed. His situation was rather amusing, after all. It’s not like he was in this God-forsaken bay by choice anyway. He didn’t actually care what the residents thought of him. He knew he was wise in ways they would never understand.
Gunpowder wasn't about to leave it at that, though. He explained to Fabian his arrival at the bay. Gunpowder remembered being on his ship with Bluegill, and then.. something.. happened. His memory was foggy about that point. A total blank. He remembered being on the ship, and then waking up in the care of some doctors at the bay. Anana was there to comfort him; she later explained that her and Bluegill were associates. Surprising, since Bluegill was a scurvy pirate and Anana was but a child. Life is full of surprises, though. From then until talking to Fabian, he had just been helping Anana.
Fabian listened to the whole story intently and, in fact, seemed to quite enjoy it. Once Gunpowder had finished, Fabian apologized for his previous remark and said that Gunpowder was a “buena muchacha." Whatever that meant. Gunpowder felt his story had wasted enough time and was about to ask what work was required of him, but Fabian had a different idea: more time was to be wasted with stories. The onslaught of questions was almost unbearable. About Gunpowder's hometown, about what it was like to sail on the sea, about his experiences with Anana. It was just too much.
Finally, Fabian gave up on asking Gunpowder for more stories. Unfortunately, the pirate was not free. Not even close. It was time for Fabian to tell his own stories, and he could probably spend an entire week telling them. All of them were long, all of them were boring. Well, all of them but one, though Gunpowder’s lack of attention made it hard to catch. It was something concerning Anana's sister.. Apparently, this girl had run away and no one had seen her since. Anana had never mentioned her sister to Gunpowder before, so it was worth storing in Ye Olde Mental Bank. Otherwise, Gunpowder’s mind had left.
"H-hey," shouted a familiar voice. It was Anana. "What are you two-- Fabian! Are you wasting time again?!" She had placed her hands on her hips and spoke in a firm tone. Almost like an angry mother. For all Gunpowder knew, Fabian was actually Anana's adopted son.
"A-ah, Miss Anana. I was just tellin' this new guy how we do business around here and--"
"No buts, Fabian," interrupted Anana. Fabian hadn't said 'but', so Gunpowder thought it a bit odd...
"Right, right. Lo siento, chica." Fabian bowed his head in shame.
"It's OK, dearie. You'll just have to stay back extra late to make up for it! Then I'll let you go home." She winked at Gunpowder when saying this, as if it were an inside joke for the two of them. She then turned her attention directly to Gunpowder. "Speaking of home... it's time to close up shop! I've already finished everything, so I hope you're ready for some supper!"
Gunpowder was always ready for supper. And lunch, and breakfast, and mid-day snacksies, and before-bed-comfort-meal, and the list went on. He liked to eat, in any case. Of course, instead of informing Anana of his gluttony, he simply nodded and followed her out of the store.
Gunpowder couldn't take his mind off the story he was told. All he could really remember was 'sister.' He was just so bad at paying attention to boring stories. Fabian probably explained everything, but Gunpowder didn't care at the time. Best to get it direct from the source, he thought.
"Hey Anana," said Gunpowder, reluctantly. "Do ya.. do ya have a sister?"
Anana stopped dead in her tracks. Her expression, jubilant moments before, became blank. She almost appeared dazed. This was not something he was used to. It was almost a little frightening. As quickly as the change came, it left, and Anana once again regained her cheerful disposition. She turned and smiled up at Gunpowder.
"Oh, yes! I do. But don't worry about her, she moved out ages ago." Anana resumed walking, as if nothing had happened.
"R-right. What be for dinner?" Gunpowder inquired, trying to change the subject without seeming rude. Hard for him, since his voice was rather gruff. He always came off kind of rude.
"Oh, dear! Do I have something big planned for you! After all, you worked hard for me on your first day!"
No I didn't, thought Gunpowder. Still, he was excited to forget about the disaster that today was and get some food in his gut. Anana's cooking was always most excellent. Top notch! Not much further now...
Before long, they arrived at the luxuriant Kecleon house. Gunpowder had the vague notion that it was Anana’s parents’ house and not simply her own. It might as well have been for how often either one of the parents showed up, though. Seldom, Gunpowder would see Anana’s mother zipping about, always stressing over one preparation or another. It didn’t really register in his mind as something to think about. He was usually too concerned for himself.
Today was not one of those days that Anana’s parents would make a rare appearance. No, it ended up being a much worse guest for both Anana and Gunpowder.
As Anana opened the door, she let out a gasp, the sort that gets caught in your throat and then chokes you a little. This instantly set off Gunpowder’s instincts to be on guard, fight if necessary. He was the type of guy to want to brawl in response someone else’s fright or surprise. Probably it was just the result of years of scuffles hard ingrained into his nerves. It didn’t matter. (His own surprise, though? That was another story. Devonshire ended up being very good at completely catching Gunpowder off guard. This, of course, is something Gunpowder would never want to admit, but it was always written all over his face. Devonshire had a way of doing that to near everyone. Not even on purpose, you must know.)
Expecting an intruder, all he saw was another Kecleon. Not the mom. No, this definitely wasn’t the mom. He, she, it(?) looked a bit crazed. Wasn’t the dad. The dad was always angry, the mom was always stressed. This one was purple with crazy splotches of pink and white, and-
“That yer sis?” he asked, more to himself than Anana. She wasn’t even listening anyway. She was intently focused on who Gunpowder was pretty sure had been the missing sister (had been, up until they opened the door to the house, anyway--she was no longer missing, you see).
“Back so soon?” Anana asked that wild girl. If she was upset, she didn’t intone it. Gunpowder envisioned Anana amusedly asking the same of a customer who’d accidentally forgotten to buy something, or who’d left something behind in the shop. This was not the case though. She was not welcoming this sister Kecleon, this rough, irritating, infuriating girl he would end up seeing again some short few years later, that PK whose name he did not yet know but whose name he would soon find out.
A brief glare was the only response our kind Anana received before that Other Kecleon went back to stuffing items into a small burlap sack, the kind that were kept around the kitchen. Anana stepped into the building, not satisfied. That Other Kecleon, that Sister Kecleon, she was busy. Fruits and berries from all around the kitchen had been gathered, but only a few were actually going into the sack. There was only so much space. She might have been leaving again. It seemed that way. No, she was leaving again, Gunpowder remembered. She left after their fight. He skipped back in time to that moment, to before Anana changed and never came back.
He was still outside, looking in at the two. Ready to hop in if Anana needed it. She was his employer, after all. If he didn’t take care of her, he’d be out of work, and that would simply be no good.
“You know, Mom and Dad have been mad ever since you left. I’m surprised you had the nerve to return after what you did,” Anana said. Not a bit of malice in that statement. Just a fact of life laid out nice and clear for the Other.
“So what?” she spat. “They got what they wanted,” that Other, that PK replied. Here, a sort of bitter resignation could be found. What happened? He never actually found out, not in the then, not in the now. He never could talk to PK in the now, and Anana’s facade had become much too thick to cut through. The now was different.
But this was the then.
“You think it’s so easy? I guess you might think that! It’s always been easy for you, hasn’t it been, sissy kecky? You set them back months. Months of extra hours and time they had to work, you know. They’re still years from their goal. Because of you! Because of your selfish whims. I hope you know that!” Anana said. It might still have been something said in passing to a much-liked and favored shopper. This marked Gunpowder’s transition into feeling uneasy and not wanted in this scene. This was when he started to feel rather conspicuous, like a dusty plaid recliner in a room full of precious antiques. He didn’t really belong here. This was only something for the two sisters. Yet, he felt inclined to watch. So...
“I’m getting out of here,” that Other replied. Gunpowder realized what she looked like now. Some sort of tribal Pokemon. Those markings had to be a type of pigment, probably found in the nearby forest. Some were faded, most were a mixture of smudged and spread in erratic ways, and a few looked freshly and cleanly applied.
“I’m sure. You’d love nothing more than to skirt duty, wouldn’t you? Had everything all laid out for you and what? You crush it beneath your little toes. You do that to anything that’s nice, don’t you?”
“Mom’s sending me,” that PK, that purple, pink, marked one replied. This must not have been the expected response, for Anana went silent for longer than a beat.
“Sending you away? I’m not surprised. You’re really not fit to-”
“To Tao. She’s sending me to Tao,” PK interrupted. “To Dad, to do what you can’t,” she added after a moment of reconsideration. The bitterness was gone and her face twitched into a deranged smile occasionally, but Gunpowder could see this was really the face of a terribly downcast girl. He wanted to feel some sort of pity without even knowing her situation. Maybe he did feel a pang or two.
Gunpowder didn’t really understand the significance of this at the time, but it was this exact moment he recalled when he saw PK (though washed of these strange markings, not any less unhappy-looking) in passing later in Tao, before she had inherited anything from her father, and after Gunpowder had met and joined up with Devonshire.
Gunpowder also didn’t really understand why this was so upsetting to Anana, what Anana couldn’t do, or why it took her so long to conjure up another retort.
When she did finally manage to speak, she was livid. Her tail curled and uncurled in little rapid movements, and he thought she dimmed some in color. Maybe that was the light playing tricks on his eyes. No matter. The pretense of a collected, caring individual was stripped away with the comment Gunpowder still didn’t quite fully grasp.
“You’ve got to be lying. You’re worthless at running anything. You’re rude, obnoxious, you have absolutely no sense of what it takes to look after a customer, you’re completely inept-”
“You can ask Mom when she gets back. I’ll be gone by then.” The Other managed to pull a reversal here. It was now Anana who looked absolutely unhappy, and this Other-- this PK--had managed to pull some delight from her sister’s dismay. Gunpowder’s thoughts turned to vampirism for a brief moment.
Then PK cocked her head up a little, taking Anana’s silence as the perfect opportunity to land another blow, this time on Anana’s companion. “Yeah? You got somethin to say too? Are you her next little pet? With that big, stupid hat?”
What the hell is she--? Hat. The hat from the store, the big, purple hat he had forgotten to take off. And Anana hadn’t said a word. The big, well... It was stupid, but it embarrassed him to an incredible degree to have the big, stupid hat in the spotlight like that... It was supposed to be ridiculous and silly, and it had made him feel a little better earlier, but now he felt ashamed. That conspicuous feeling was amplified. That Other also seemed to delight from this. Once again, Gunpowder’s thoughts drifted back to vampirism for whatever reason.
The overall encounter didn’t last more than few minutes, but it left a dark cloud over the heads of Gunpowder and Anana. It was hard to really think about much else with the shame riding so heavy on his heart. That sister girl, that tribal girl, she left shortly after cutting Gunpowder and Anana in spots they couldn’t easily recover from. Gunpowder couldn’t have known what that Other was going through at the time, couldn’t have known what horrible things she had or hadn’t endured, and it just didn’t matter. The words echoed in his mind for much of the rest of the night, stupid and petty as they were.
The two - Anana and Gunpowder, that is - stood in silence after the experience, for what felt like hours. Days, even. At least to Gunpowder. Though deep down, he knew it was but a moment. He had to leave. It was unusual for him to get so riled up over something so seemingly insignificant, but there he was. He just had to get away from that house, the place which held that Other.
Not a word was said to Anana as he departed. Surely she would understand. It looked like she tried to reach out to Gunpowder to stop him, to say that she was sorry, but all he could muster was acknowledgement. The walk home, as he expected, felt longer than the walk to Anana’s house. He tried so hard not to dwell, but to no avail. He was stuck on that Other’s words, that Other’s unusual appearance. It was not one he would soon forget. Not ever, in fact.
In front of him was the store. It looked rather different in the dim light of the evening. What few rays of twilight reflected off the windows of the shop made it rather difficult to see inside. The glass had been tinted, probably to discourage would-be burglars. There was a distinct feature of one of the windows, however: a silhouette resembling Anana - or maybe that PK from previously - speaking to a.. Gunpowder couldn’t quite make it out. Whatever it was, it made him feel very uneasy. It was a shadowy figure, even by the already diminutive standards of light.
Gunpowder’s room and board came at the cost of having to protect the store during the night. Just making sure no one broke in. Considering the area, it would come as quite a surprise were it ever to happen, and yet.. Gunpowder was cautious, but had learned the best way to confront an evil doer was to barge in, unafraid, cheerful, loud.. In other words, as ‘Gunpowder’ as he could possibly be.
That was precisely what he did, barging in through the door, laughing to himself as loud as he could. A bit insane to the onlookers, sure, but.. Wait. What onlookers? Upon entering the store, it was empty. There was no way the two other creatures could have escaped that quickly. Was there another door? Gunpowder wasn’t even sure anymore. The thing he was sure about was the absence of anyone but himself in that store. His previous unease was set to rest, replaced with a new confusion. Perhaps I’m just tired, he thought to himself, stumbling to the back room.
That Fabian fellow was gone. He was always gone at night. He was supposed to be Gunpowder’s room mate, but they barely even spoke. That day was the first time they’d had a real conversation. Gunpowder figured that’s why he was to take care of the store, as the current security wasn’t really up to snuff.
In the corner Gunpowder’s bed laid. Bed was perhaps a loose word to use, as it was more a stack of boxes packed closely together. Not even a blanket. Anana had offered to prepare something better to sleep on, but Gunpowder insisted on the current situation. “I’m used to it,” said he. The truth was, he hated it. It was cold and uncomfortable. More than that, he hated troubling the people he cared about. Did he care about Anana..? He was unsure. Still is. It didn’t matter. He still slumped onto the bed all the same.
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He couldn’t sleep. How long had it been? A few hours? Still night, since it was too dark for a normal Pokemon to see in the shop. Gunpowder was no normal Pokemon, though. He could see clear as day. He was used to this darkness too, sailing all night to avoid being caught.
Before Gunpowder could get caught up in memories of yore, he heard something crashing to the floor in the front of the shop. It both alarmed and relieved him to know that someone else was as clumsy as he was in the shop. It dawned on him that this was.. unusual. Anana wasn’t clumsy. Who could it be, then? That Other from before? Anana had said she was to leave, but.. Gunpowder couldn’t shake it. As it was his job to make sure nothing happened, he decided it was time to take a peek.
He crept along the wall towards the door. Before getting there, he could hear.. a voice. Actually, two voices. Very distinct. One sounded like Anana, the other.. Deep. Raspy. Ugly. The opposite of Anana. Not that Other. This surprised Gunpowder. Who could Anana have invited to the shop at such an hour, he thought. Only one way to find out. He poked his head around the door, hoping to stay as inconspicuous as possible.
His eyes widened at the sights before him. Anana was walking backwards slowly, and clumsily.. no, not quite that. She was shaking, so possibly scared. Gunpowder wasn’t sure. Encroaching on her personal space was a yellow lizard.. thing. Gunpowder deduced the ugly voice belonged to that thing. How fitting, since it also looked ugly. Things looked bad, but Gunpowder, being astute as he was, decided to wait to see how things unfolded; he was taught to never make assumptions unless necessary. Or unless he felt like it. He didn’t feel like it this time, though.
“Look, there’s no needin’ t’ lie t’ me.. I can tell when thas the case. And it’s the case. Where is that ass?” It was the ugly voice first.
“I.. I don’t know anything...”
Anana was now pushed against a corner in the shop. She could barely move an inch. Her eyes now showed her fear. Definitely not a customer. Gunpowder was about to speak, in an attempt to scare the assailant away, but he was interrupted by that very same Pokemon.
“That’s quite a shame.. Dorsen said you’d know, and he don’t tend t’ make mistakes. I guess ya won’t tell me, then? Should I smash this shop up t’ help jog that memory o’ yers? Or maybe.. ” The ugly one stared at Anana. His look was very sly. “Well, at least it won’t be a total waste of my time, eh?”
His arm shot straight to Anana’s side, and the grip seemed strong. Anana tried to squirm away, but no avail. There were no tears forming in her eyes. Her day started so well, but then her sister ruined it all. This guy wasn’t making it better. She looked away and closed her eyes, unable to look at that monster any further. All she could hear was him laughing to himself under his breath.
Just when Anana thought things couldn't get any better (or worse), something whizzed right by her. Whatever it was, it felt fast and heavy. She could no longer feel the hand on her side. Had he run? That didn't make sense. He was so determined. This sudden movement was followed by a loud thud and the sound of many things crashing to the floor. Then a loud groan. A very pained one. It didn't feel right to her. Part of her wanted to just fall asleep. Just wait for it all to pass. But the part of her in control knew she had to open her eyes to find out what had happened.
In front of her stood Gunpowder. Anana was happy to see him, given her situation, but that feeling was not meant to last. The look on Gunpowder's face was one she had never seen before. He was baring his fangs, and he was growling. His eyes were murderous, and it was no wonder. Anana could hear the sound of something dripping on the floor; it was blood. The room even smelled of it.
She followed the path up, and to her dismay, it flowed along Gunpowder's arm. The arm lead straight into the chest of the yellow lizard she was dealing with previously, who was now pinned against the wall. Through coughing up more blood, the lizard managed to speak, muttering the words “its you” before going limp. It was the last ounce of his strength. He was now dead. Murdered.
Anana was not sure how to feel. On the one hand, he was going to do... something. Something bad. She didn't want to think of what it could have been. She couldn't. This lizard was probably not a good Pokemon to begin with and thus probably deserved it. It was probably a long time coming. On the other hand, someone was now impaled in front of her. Did anyone deserve such a fate? She felt dizzy. It was difficult to keep her composure.
Gunpowder finally snapped out of it. His face returned to its usual dumb look. He finally had a chance to assess his situation. He didn't even remember what happened. Still, even. One minute he was staring at the two, the next, he was staring into the dead eyes of Anana's assailant. The look on his face turned to one of shame and fear. He pulled his arm away and let the body hit the floor. He looked over at Anana to see that she was still shaking.
She was just a kid. She acted tough, she acted like an adult, but the reality was she was still young, at least compared to Gunpowder. She was so good at hiding it, but these were not normal circumstances. Tears were flowing down her cheeks. She began to bawl. Gunpowder wasn't sure what to do. Touching her in any way to comfort her didn't feel appropriate, since he was likely the cause. Leaving her there to suffer didn't seem appropriate, either. She just witnessed a rather violent death. A murder.
A murder. At Gunpowder's hands. He kept repeating that in his head. He couldn't get over it. He began to panic. He was a mess. What was he going to tell people? How was he going to deal with all of this? What am I going to do?
Gunpowder was fumbling for words. He was trying to explain what had happened, but he was having a hard time. That was when he noticed something unusual about the body. On the thing's shoulder was a tattoo. It sort of resembled Gunpowder's face, except more gnarled. Its sight gave him a sinking feeling in his gut. He understood now. It was that sight, along with Dorsen’s name, that threw him into a fit of rage.
He pointed it out to Anana very calmly. He explained the tattoo was a brand, of sorts. The brand of his family, of his brother. His name was Dorsen. Those with the mark were members of his gang. It had actually been run by Gunpowder's family for generations, hence why the mark resembled his face. Originally, only Pokemon sharing Gunpowder's species and family name were permitted entry to the gang. It seems Dorsen had a different idea of membership, letting such a hideous creature join.
They were a drug cartel, but that's really all Gunpowder knew. Following the death of his parents, he was next in line for taking charge, being older than his brother. When it was offered, he refused and ran. He had no choice but to run. No one refused such an offer and got away with it. Upon learning of Gunpowder's refusal, Dorsen swiftly took over the business and ordered Gunpowder's 'removal.' He had been running ever since. Typical sob story.
That was what caused him to lose it. His brother must have known where he was. This little grunt had an idea, so it was only natural. That wasn't a big deal in itself, but this guy suspected Anana was associated with Gunpowder. He couldn't let that information escape. He couldn't put Anana at such a risk. That's why he...
“How many,” interrupted Anana with a question. “How many before him?”
“None. This is the first. I've never wanted to do that. I've never wanted to sink to the level of...” Gunpowder paused. “A level that low.”
“Well, now you have. What now?”
Gunpowder shook his head. He had no idea. He wanted to leave. It was probably the best course of action. It would give Anana time to clean up. To tell the authorities. Gunpowder wondered if she'd rat him out. She certainly had no reason not to. Not like it mattered. All the more reason to leave. He told Anana this. She didn't say a word. He told her again. Still no response.
He was mulling over his options. Then he remembered his encounter with that Other. She wouldn't know what had happened. If Anana told the authorities, that PK wouldn't believe the story for one second, not because she trusted Gunpowder, but because her distrust for Anana was so great. Gunpowder recalled her destination was Tao Village. He vaguely knew where that was. It was now his destination, as well. It was almost too perfect.
Gunpowder had been so lost in his thoughts he hadn't noticed Anana rummaging through her cabinets. She was looking for something. It didn't take her long to find it, of course, since it was her store. It was Gunpowder's old hat.
Gunpowder had completely forgotten about it, having cast it aside when arriving. It reminded him too much of Bluegill. It used to belong to him, after all. It was his favorite hat, and Gunpowder greatly admired it. He gave it to Gunpowder just before they parted ways. It was painful to think about in his current state.
Anana brought it to Gunpowder and handed it to him. There was a cloth note pinned to it. It was Bluegill's writing. Gunpowder had no idea when he could have left a note, or why he hadn't received it previously, but he didn't really care very much. He wasn't the best at reading, and Bluegill's writing was terribly messy, but somehow Gunpowder could figure it out. It was like a doctor-receptionist relationship. It read:
Yo,
I figure I can't expect ya t' stay 'round that city
forever, eh? Well, whatever. Dunno when I'll
be back. You know how it is. Didn' mean t'
bail on ya like that. You know how it is. Well,
hopefully I'll see ya again.Outta space. Cheers.
Gunpowder removed the note and pinned it to the inside of the hat. Then, as is the natural thing to do with hats, he put it on his head. It was still a perfect fit. He was meant to wear this hat. Not some goofy hat for a shopkeep. This was who he was.
“He told me to give you that note only when you left. You are leaving, right?”
Gunpowder nodded. He stared at his yellow friend and noticed her color was darker than normal. He knew what it meant. He couldn't think about it. It was time to go. If he dwelled on it, he'd have considered staying, which he couldn't afford to do. He was not very good at goodbyes. Not very good at all.
He wanted to give Anana a hug to comfort her. He held his hand out to her, but when he got a look at it again he quickly retracted it. His vision was kind of cloudy. He didn't understand it. It was as if it was raining inside. But it wasn't. He took one last look at Anana before walking away. As he left, he could hear her sniffling, but it soon faded into the distance, with the city soon following. He was walking at a brisk pace, trying to escape everything as quickly as possible.
His head was a mess. He couldn't properly remember the order of events anymore. He still didn't. Not like it mattered. The only thing that did was making it to Tao. He had no idea what he'd do when he arrived there, or how long it'd take, but that was all he had on his mind now. He pushed everything else out. Anana, the bay, Bluegill, they'd all be forgotten for many, many years. It was a whole new life for Gunpowder in Tao.
How long had it been? When Gunpowder had left the bay, it was night, and it was now midday, but he had seen such a sight at least once before. More than a day and a half of walking straight in the heat. He had no idea where he was going anymore, but he was too stubborn to admit to being lost. At first, he was following the coastline, but had since diverged from that path. He was now walking on what he figured was a road. The dirt was packed down, for whatever reason.
Roads made him think of how sore he was. His body was adapted to harsh conditions, being a land shark, but even he could take only so much. Thoughts of the bay had all been pushed out of his head and replaced with images of water alongside thoughts of dehydration and sore muscles. More vampirism, too, just briefly. All he wanted was something to drink.
Just when he thought luck was against him, out the corner of his eye, he caught sight of something reflecting light in the distance. His excitement got the better of him, leading him to conclude it was a pool of water and head towards the source, which was slow and involved a lot of fumbling. He could almost taste it. He could certainly smell it.
It was then that Gunpowder realized luck knew no sides. Expecting to find a luxurious pool filled with ladies, he instead found a stinking cesspit of a swamp. It was not very big, so it was more likely just a standing pool of water. It was certainly not drinkable, not even to Gunpowder. He sighed, bowed his head, as was tradition for him when ashamed, and sat down on a nearby rock to pout.
“Hey! Hey you!”
At first, Gunpowder thought he was hearing things, but the voice shouted again. And again. He glanced around, trying to find it, and to his dismay, it sounded like it was coming from the swamp in front of him. He brought a claw up to his eyes to block out the light, and there, in the middle of all the muddy water, stood a rat-like creature. It looked like it was.. bathing. In that. Ugh. Gunpowder didn’t want to think about it. Gunpowder waved, lest the creature emerge to inspect him further.
“Well, howdy! Glad ya finally noticed, partner,” shouted the creature. He squinted to get a better look at Gunpowder. “Hoy, you’re lookin’ a bit scraggly, aintcha?”
Gunpowder nodded. He was trying not to draw too much attention to himself. All he could think was “please don’t come over here.” The rat hollered something unintelligible at Gunpowder, and then began to emerge from the swamp, and then.. walked straight up to Gunpowder. Great, he thought. This thing can read the opposite of my mind.
The rat put his damp paw on Gunpowder’s leg, which just sent shivers down his spine. Perhaps it was all a hallucination, Gunpowder thought to himself. Those happen to people after walking in the sun for too long, after all. There was no way Gunpowder’s mind could drum up such a creation. It was a dilapidated house in Pokemon form: scruffy and unkempt, walked with a bit of a limp, and was clearly missing its front teeth.
“So, what’s yer name, champ? Whatcha doin’ all the way ‘round these parts,” the creature inquired. It seemed like a curious beast.
“M-my name..?” Gunpowder couldn’t help but stutter. His mouth was too dry to speak without great effort. “... Gunpowder.”
“Gunpowder? That’s a scary untraditional name! Ain’t never heard anything like that before.” The creature wiped his ‘clean’ on his own fur, and held it out to Gunpowder. “Name’s Otis, by the way.”
Gunpowder reluctantly extended a claw to shake the creature’s paw, but before they could come into contact, the rat pulled away. Gunpowder realized his arm was still covered in blood, though by that point it had mostly dried and begun to peel off. Still, it was clear something bad had happened.
“Eh, you ain’t one’a them crazies, aintcha? I can’t afford to be gettin’ killed, y’hear.”
Gunpowder shook his head. He certainly couldn’t tell the truth, or he would be labeled insane. He awkwardly fumbled with his words until he came up with a reasonable alibi: he had finished cleaning meat for food the night before and forgot to wash up when finished. Having such sharp claws was rather handy, he explained with as few words as possible. The rat hesitated for a moment before nodding.
“Oy, I hear that. Glad to know there are other meat eaters out there, y’know? None of that pure veggie crap,” Otis said in a rather resentful tone. He continued to rant, and Gunpowder thoroughly paid as little attention as possible. In reality, Gunpowder hadn’t sampled much meat before, his tolerance for garbage was just much lower than usual. Besides, his mouth had its goals set more on liquids than any kind of food.
“Aye, don’ mean t’ be rude, mate, but I’m really damn thirsty,” Gunpowder interrupted. “Got any fluids on ya?”
“Oh! Of course, yes! Got some in yonder carriage! Come with me!”
