Reflections on Water

For a moment, the Mimikyu is silent. The scenery, the creature before her. It was all too perfect. Too pure. It was everything. The comments and praise fell on deaf ears.

“It’s... not fair... It’s not fair... It’s not fair...!”

The Judge shook her head, trying to fight back the tears forming on her eyelids. There were so many feelings brewing inside her. She continued her mantra, unfettered, unstable, hiking up higher and higher in pitch.

“It’s not fair it’s not fair it’s not fair!”

Asche: “They already know that evolving is kind of a big deal for me, so when they see that no matter how much time we spend together I still don’t evolve, they start to feel like it’s somehow their fault…”

“But it’s not! They’ve done nothing but be fun and nice and supportive to me!

“That’s why I’m so insistent on quantity, because quality definitely isn’t a problem. It can’t be a problem. It’s either that I’m going at it the wrong way with friendship, or evolving by friendship actually means something else, or…”

“Or there really is something wrong with me.”

“B-but I don’t like to think about that last one, so I think I’ll keep going with the ‘need more friends’ theory until I find something better…”

Omen has aquired The Voodoo Encyclopedia.

J…Jokul?

You do not know me, child. You will never know me. You will never understand the depths of this h̵̭̽̀̽̎̋̑͜ͅa̶̫̫̳̜̱̟͒̍̏̒͌t̷̢̛͙̲̺̤̉̓͑̚͜͝e̸̹̯̩̤͇̓͜, or even why it exists in the first place. And as you fail to even attempt so, do not p̸̼̫̻̹̽̄̀́͆͘͜r̸̨̧̞̘͔̀̍̆̄̓̎͝e̴͎̱̍̈̔͋̕s̶̺͐͐̍͌ũ̵̳̩͖͗͗̅̾̆͘͝m̵̡̛͉̝̬͚͚̱͗͜ę̴̲̹̩͙̼̙̳͊͂̿͐̽́̃̌ to understand me or what I do.

Leave it to a mortal to try and neatly compartmentalize the feelings of others, to speak as if they have all the answers when in fact they’re as knowledgeable as a three-day-old s̸̨͙̠̃̈͝ṷ̶̰͇͆͘̕c̶̠̟̻̒k̴̫̞̤̅́l̸̦͚͉̽́i̴̝̜͍͑n̴͕̫̓͆g̴̞̱͌͜͝. To walk in w̶i̶t̵h̵ ̷a̶l̸l̷ ̷t̷h̷e̴ ̶s̶w̸a̷g̶g̶e̸r̴ ̶o̵f̸ ̶a̸ ̵c̵h̷i̷l̶d̸ that acts ̸a̴s̶ ̸i̴f̵ ̶t̷h̸e̶y̵ ̸k̸n̸o̷w̴ ̸b̷e̴t̵t̵e̶r̷ in the ̶p̷r̷e̶s̶e̶n̴c̸e̶ ̸o̶f̶ ̵t̶h̶e̵i̸r̵ ̵b̵e̴t̵t̵e̵r̸s̷.̸

But that’s to be expected with youth. I̵͈̓͜ͅģ̶̈͗͂n̸͕͚̮̾̋o̴͖̘̠̐͝r̷̰̓̏̉á̶̤ͅn̷͙͖̦̐̑c̶̛̪̩̣͑̔e̵̠̓. For you seem to misunderstand something.

The soul.

Do you know why I take dreams as payment…? Because if I devoured the souls I wanted, well… then I wouldn’t exactly have a clientele, now would I? Dreams whet the appetite, makes the kill more satisfying when I’m not ravenous. It’s the reason you’re not drained d̸͎̍r̶̗̉y̸̩̽ where you stand, w̸̬̑i̸̬̒s̵̨͠h̶̜̋i̶̹̽ǹ̶̻ĝ̵̥ ̴͚̀y̷̲͠o̷͕͂u̷̢͊ ̷͕́c̷͈̑a̶̪̋n̸̹͘ ̸̻̀d̷̪͊ȉ̷̻e̵̟͌.

The soul of, say, a questioning whelp is worth more than twenty dreams from a canine. I think I’ll be fine removing them from my client list.

She worked very hard on them so she hopes that you enjoy the small shining blogs in the dark sky.

“They’re both extremely strong, and Proto takes after their father a lot, they’re very strong!”