SUBWAYS 4: THE WHITE 2-I-EST

[50shadesofstardom]

IT'S TIME TO MOVE ON.

THE YEAR PASSES. THE EVENTS OF WHITE 2 OCCUR. SUBWAY REMAINS FAIRLY UNINVOLVED AND UNINTERESTING AT THIS POINT.



IT'S THE POSTGAME THAT ROCKS.

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[tsuntrader]

[It's prone, so he does it. He pulls out a spare Pokéball- the original one being long gone- and tosses it right at the top of Genesect's cannon.]

[50shadesofprotag]

[It's captured. There's absolutely no fight left. All that remains is to tend to the wounds.]

[tsuntrader]

[It's relieving. It's relieving because even though Genesect is hurt- even though he's hurt- the hurting is over. It's time to recover.

Silver doesn't really think about himself; adrenaline is keeping him afloat. He heads right back into the city; right back into the city and right towards the Pokémon Center. He tries flying on Honchkrow, but he doesn't have the strength to hold himself up. Walking it is.

He'll take his Pokémon (there's no "and Genesect", Genesect is automatically included) to the Pokémon center. They'll heal them up, then he'll go home and clean himself off and tend to whatever wounds he has.

That's his game plan. It's as simple as that.]

[50shadesofprotag]

[When Silver shows up in the Pokémon Center in that state, the nurses immediately call up an ambulance for him, commanding him as gently and patiently as they could to lay down and take it easy.

It's a bloody mess. They can put the Pokémon on the machine, but the bleeding trainer needs the more immediate attention.]

[tsuntrader]

[He tries to protest and say that it's okay, he'll be fine, and the discomfort of the idea is plainly written on his face, but they're persistent. He gives up on arguing, instead choosing to stay standing (because he has to keep going and once he sits he's not gonna get up again) and head out the second his Pokémon are healed and returned to him, regardless of any protesting.

The idle time has made moving a lot heavier of a task- everything's heavier, slower, and more painful. He's had to wipe blood off of his face on multiple occasions while waiting; he's aware that he's bleeding a lot, but he still doesn't understand the full impact of his injuries.

He begins to drag himself home which, while not that far away, feels like it's more like climbing a mountain.]

[50shadesofprotag]

[People in the streets are screaming in shock, either giving him a wide berth or approaching him and asking if he needs help. Some insist that they're already calling an ambulance for him.

If it's bad enough this time that everyone you pass is reacting strongly, Silver...]

[tsuntrader]

[At first, he tries to brush people off and insist that he's fine, but the longer he walks, the more he feels what everyone's fussing about- the more every inch of his body tells him not to move. At some point, he actually stops and looks at himself... and for the briefest moment, there's fear in his eyes.

But he shakes it off and keeps moving. His insistence turns into pleading that he just wants to go home- it's the truth. He's gonna clean himself up and sleep it off. That's all there is to it. That's all there is to it...]

[50shadesofprotag]

[There's a lot of room, as most are scurrying away and holding their mouth and nose. It's absolutely gruesome, and nearly no one is prepared to handle it.

You have the whole way home to walk, Silver.]

[tsuntrader]

[Which is fine. It doesn't take long for Silver to tune everything out.

He's all but lost his energy by the time he reaches the apartment. He's been holding onto the walls for a while to even make it there. It's a monumental effort to make his way up the stairs.

By the time he finally reaches and opens the apartment door, he nearly collapses- he only barely manages to make it out of the way of the doorway before finding a wall or any stable nearby object to fall back on. Sliding down to the floor is the most comforting reward he could have asked for; even once he's stopped, his lungs are still desperately grasping for air.

Staying still. Staying still sounds great. He's going to do that. He just needs to rest for a little while right here on the floor.]

[50shadesofprotag]

[Silver will be there, for a fair while. It's quiet, aside from the noises of the city.

It won't be until he falls unconscious that there's a violent rip in space, and who should emerge but the single most metal girl in the universe? She enters the apartment, scooping Silver up into her arms and removing the Pokéballs from his belt and setting them aside. She smiled, giving a single command to what waited on the other side of the tear.]

Roar of Time.

[A loud, mighty roar came from the tear in space, and Silver's body is "rewound", going in reverse. Where it lay, it continued until mere moments before Genesect's Explosion attack. Hilda's ready for a good hit in the face from a struggling, panicked Silver, but hey.]

[tsuntrader]

[A struggling, panicked Silver? Well, kind of. He definitely snaps awake once he's been rewound; the first thing he look at is the rip in space. The second is Hilda, and finally, himself.

There is a rip in space in the apartment and his clothes are thoroughly saturated in his blood and Hilda is-

Wait, Hilda, is that really--]

[50shadesofprotag]

Hey. Welcome back to the land of the living, sleeping beauty.

[Hilda don't sound so pleased to be the knight in shining armor...]

[tsuntrader]

[Excuse me, what-]

What are you doing here? [Weren't you off in parts unknown]

[50shadesofprotag]

I came here to save your life. The Dude showed me the whole thing. Genesect used Explosion on you, you crawled all the way home after catching it, and collapsed in your parents' apartment. And died! Then I came in, and used my new friend to rewind your clock.

[You're... still in her arms!]

And in exchange for saving your life, I only want one thing!

I want you to go on a date with me.

[tsuntrader]

[...

Where does he even start?]

The Dude?

[50shadesofprotag]

Yeah, The Dude.

So? Wanna get bandaged up?

[tsuntrader]

[...] Yeah.

[...He is in Hilda's arms. He is in Hilda's arms and she just saved his life and now she wants a date with him.

...Heee's going to sit up. -Stand up. Yes.

He died?]

[50shadesofprotag]

[She'll follow, a hand on his back.]

Don't slip in the blood, alright?

[tsuntrader]

You say that so casually.

[He's uh. Gonna head to the bathroom. Everything is sore and painful, but it's nothing compared to how he felt by the time he finally got home. ...He should probably shower before tending to any of these wounds, huh...

He... He really died. His clothes are completely mangled and blood soaked. He can't even tell exactly where he's still injured.]

[50shadesofprotag]

Don't speed-bathe, I'm gonna mop up out here and then change my clothes too. So no peeping.

[She'll let out her "I got this for the moves Dive and Surf" water type to help wash up.]

[tsuntrader]

[...] Okay.

[He heads into the bathroom! One thing he's come to appreciate about being in a house with a shower that has warm water that he can use for longer periods of time is how nice the water feels.

Right now, it couldn't feel nicer, especially with the difficulty of washing off blood increased by the pain of injuries. Most of the cuts are on his arms and fairly shallow. A couple are on his chest. There's one deep cut on his cheek.

He was a couple of inches away from losing an eye.

On that happy note, he finishes cleaning himself off, hops out, starts towel drying his hair, aaaand he doesn't have a change of clothes.

Or bandages.

Or anything.

...And Hilda's in the apartment.

[50shadesofprotag]

[YOU HAVE SEVERAL OPTIONS. Risk going out and seeing Hilda in the middle of changing, try to get her attention, or try to sneak by in a towel...







...Nah just kidding, she let Weavile out so he's probably close by to be helpful, like usual.]

[tsuntrader]

[Well, he was going to do the latter, but uh.

Hey Weavile can you grab some clothes for me

kay cool thanks

CLOTHES GET. He now has pants on. he can now venture out into the apartment to get first aid things.

gee, his dads sure are going to love the current state of the bathroom!

Here's hoping that Hilda's not in the middle of changing, because he's all but forgotten about that little detail.]

[50shadesofprotag]

[She's putting her extra shirt on now, in fact! The rip in space is gone, and the blood is washed off of the floor. She answers the door (the sound of sirens...?) and explains to the officers that no, things aren't as bad as they seem and no, no one's died, don't you worry.]

[tsuntrader]

[...Nope nope nope he's retreating into the nearest room nope]