❝ i want you to keep him. i want you to keep koro, until i'm better. ❞

"…what?"

Fresa frowns, Fresa… hurts. She's taking her good amount of seconds to talk, looking at Reza's eyes for answers she can't find by staying silent.

i'm nut a champiun, yveltal is my chusen but it's in a funny way, i've died like twenty times, my parents were all ., a villain wants tu use me as a battery, aanndddd bureas is a shiny :) alsu terappy.

paldea, koraidon and a weird turtle underground, area zero, absentee mother and a bad divorce, an ai of a dead professor, i own like one shiny,

the paldean league. i have a shiny miraidon and the rest of my primary paradox pokémon are also shiny. my creator's mother died when he was only a toddler. i watched my creator get killed by my shiny miraidon and i was forced to attack children against my own will. shall i continue

" ...ven. "

She reaches, through the deepest parts of his consciousness, and as much as she can. Gentle hands coaxing him to wake as they gently hold his face. "Arven." Voice so distant but coming closer. Closer ...

"Arven."

When he wakes, they're at a party. Cereza's face looks worried -- she looks different. No beanie. No scars. And the party goes on as if nothing had happened, as if nobody saw them, and yet the volume lowered.

"Arven, is that you?"

he hears her voice . at first, he isn't sure it's reza . if it's anybody . he doesn't want to go . he doesn't want to hear it . the last he remembered, he was supposed to be getting out right now . escaping .

what now ?

and he blinks, eyes lazily drifting around until they land on cereza . he's confused, he feels like his entire brain is covered in a thick fog .

" huh ?? "

this wasn't real . definitely not . how did he know she was real ? reza didn't look like this . she wouldn't be here, would she ?