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It had been two days now, going on three, and she hadn't slept at all. She had become so familiar with the small room, its green coloration and forest motif. It was actually very nice, but Sceptile had grown tired of staring at it for the past few days.

"Hungry..." she told herself for perhaps the tenth time that day, and like every other time, she did nothing about it.

She rolled over, staring out of the window above her bed. It was a beautiful day outside. The skies were clear and the sun seemed so much brighter than it used to. An afternoon stroll seemed ideal, but she couldn't bring herself to get out of bed.

She sighed and closed her eyes. Maybe today would be the day her body finally gave in and fell asleep. She could only hope.

She only realized her eyes were open again when she heard a strange sound. It sounded like flapping followed by a dull thud. Sceptile ignored the sound and closed her eyes again, but before long, she heard another sound.

Knocking? At the door? Who could...

She was tempted to ignore it, but she didn't want to be rude. More than anything, she was curious as to who it could be.

Oh what am I doing. I doubt even this place is safe from salesmen or Arceus' Witnesses or something. It's like junk mail: ignore it.

Convinced it was no one important, Sceptile rolled over once again. She did her best to block out the incessant knocking as she stared at the wall in front of her. It was harder than she thought. The knocking grew steadily louder over the course of a few minutes. It was constant, almost rhythmic. She couldn't help but pay attention to it. By the time she started tapping her finger in sync with it, she had become annoyed.

Sighing, she slid off her bed for the first time in days. Immediately, she fell forward. Not only did she feel weak, but she wasn't used to her new body.

I'm never going to get used to this.

It took time, but she managed to get to her feet. She felt wobbly. Her sense of balance felt very different.

Maybe I should just go back to bed...no. I gotta get over this. I gotta get over him.

Sceptile felt as if she walking a tightrope as she made her way to the front door. One advantage of her new body, she was finally tall enough to look through the door's peephole. No more stacking luggage and boxes for her.

As amusing as that was, it also appeared to be pointless this time around. All she could see through the peephole was green. She was starting to hate that color.

"Who is it?"

"Candy gram," the voice sung in a high pitch.

"Candy gram? From who?"

"Someone really special," the voice sang again.

Could it...it's probably from him.

Sceptile scoffed. "Go away. I don't want it."

"Impossible! Everyone loves candy grams!"

"Not me."

"Sorry, but I can't leave until its delivered. It's now my job to annoy you until you open this door."

Heh, good luck.

Things were silent for a moment before the women outside of the door cleared her throat. Sceptile immediately regretted her decision as she heard the most high-pitched, ear-raping note she had ever heard. But that wasn't nearly as bad as the singing. In an octave two times higher than normal, she sung the most obnoxious pop song she knew, as well as pounded at the door to simulate the drums.

"I hate that song!"

"I know," the woman stopped to say. "Everyone hates this song!" She resumed singing, but Sceptile wouldn't put up with it for long. She opened the door as quick as possible, and in a split second, the singing stopped.

"Hahaaaa," the woman laughed. "That always get 'em."

Sceptile groaned as she glared at the flygon in front of her. "Just give me the candy and go aw-"

"Sorry it took so long to get to you, I've had a busy week. On behalf of the EWC, I'd like to be the first to welcome you to our humble city of Eminence. My name is Missy and I'll be your tour guide as we explore this jungle of concrete and steel. We have no doubt in our minds that you'll come to love it here as we have all the amenities you're used to and more. Lakes, parks, aquariums, meadows, malls, bars, grocery stores and every kind of restaurant imaginable. You name it, we got it. And if we don't, you could always make a request with the city council. They're generally handled pretty quickly, but ask about that later, 'cause it's not a part of this incredibly rehearsed spiel. Any questions so far?"

"...you what now?"

Missy sighed. "I'm here to show you around. You know, get you acquainted with your new home? According to the neighborhood, you haven't been outside in days. This little outing should be perfect for you."

Sceptile was apprehensive. "I don't know..."

"I made a promise to someone, so you're coming with me one way or the other. I don't want to have to sing again, but I will."

Sceptile groaned. "Fine."

"Onwards," Missy yelled as she grabbed on to Scpetile's arm and yanked her from the house.

It was the first time Sceptile had taken a good look around. Eminence was massive. She had to admit it made her feel somewhat uncomfortable. She found herself often looking up at the tall buildings as Missy gabbed on about random, nonsensical things. Though she was probably missing the occasional tidbit of important information, it wasn't worth listening the flygon's constant babbling. Even though she wasn't paying attention, she had heard clear as day something that Missy said.

"And Wai Tai, great dumplings there. That aquarium is down the street from here. And that is Open Skies, me and Will's favorite resturant."

I couldn't be...no. It's a common name. Different guy...

"Come on, let's go. Your stomach's been rumbling all day and it's starting to bug me."

Sceptile didn't have a say in the matter.

There were a lot of firsts that day for Sceptile. It was the first time she had ridden an elevator, and the first time she had been to the top of such a tall building. It was the first time she had looked out over a city, and also the first time she had felt vertigo.

Never, ever, ever, again.

So long as she didn't look left over the edge of the building, she could keep her cool. She stared down at her menu, not even paying attention to what was on it. All the while, Missy continued to talk.

"Don't you just love high places? I love high places. That's why I love this restaurant. I can look out over the city and feel like I'm flying again. Every time I'm done here, I just jump off so I can feel the wind under my wings. One time, I dragged Will with me. He screamed the entire way down. It was hilarious!"

There she goes again about this Will person. She must really be obsessed with him.

"So , what are you gonna eat?"

"Um..." Sceptile had been staring at the menu for minutes, but she hadn't taken a single look as to what was on it. On the left-most area of the menu, she spotted the words "Breakfast for Lunch." No self-respecting restaurant could not have pancakes. "Pancakes I guess."

"Breakfast for lunch? Hey, that sounds like a good idea. Mmm, sausage, bacon, scrambled eggs, hash browns. This is gonna be good."

The waitress came minutes later, ready to take their order. She recognized Missy as soon as she seen her. "Oh Missy, did you ever find Will?"

How many people know this guy? Jeez.

"Nope. Haven't seen him in days actually."

"Neither have I. He was here a few days ago, but I haven't seen him since."

"Well he does work a lot, and when hes off, he spends his time 'over there.' I'll probably find him later today. Anyway, hungry time! I'm gonna need the special breakfast platter and my friend here will have some pancakes. Oh, and orange juice. What'll you have to drink Sceptile?"

"Just water."

The waitress jotted down their order in no time. "Alright. We'll have that to you soon."

"Thank you, Angel."

"No problem."

In the time that followed, Sceptile continued to stare down at the table. For once, she had questions. "Missy. How...exactly are you going to pay for this?"

"Oh, haven't gotten to that part yet, but I suppose while I'm still thinking about it...Everyone down here gets assigned a few numbers. There's a ten digit personal identification number, a five digit pin number, and an extra one if you're a pokemon. For instance yours could be 8938298493, 15994, and Sceptile13. The last number is quite simply your species followed by how many of your species there are. If you were the thirteenth sceptile registered, you are Sceptile13. We have bank accounts attached to these numbers. Simply enter it in number pads and such - if you dont have fingers, just ask someone who does. This virtual money accounts from 95% of the currency down here. We're on our way to abolishing all of it. And if you're wondering about your numbers, don't worry, that'll be one of our stops today."

"So...I could get a job?"

"Of course. Everyone has opportunity down here. Didn't Will explain any of this to you?"

"Will...you are talking about that Will!"

"Who else would I be talking about? He's one of my best friends. The way he talks about you, I thought you guys were...close or something."

"...What do you mean...how does he talk about me?"

"Oh jeez, he won't shut up about you. He talks more than me sometimes, and I don't know if you noticed but I talk a lot. 'Oh she's so smart.' 'Oh she's so hot.' 'I wish I could bring her down here.' 'She has the cutest little legs.'" As Missy went on and on, she didn't notice Sceptile's growing blush from across the table. Her cheeks were as red as beets already, but Missy just wouldn't stop. 'What I wouldn't give for a kiss from her.' 'I bet if she heard any of this, she'd kick my ass.' 'I want to stick my tongue in her-' "

"Okay!" Sceptile hushed her. "I get it..." Her heart was racing. She had told herself she wouldn't get flustered over him anymore, but it was much harder than she thought. She let out a shuddering sigh as she tried to regain her composure.

Calm down. He's just...just a perv and that's it. But...

"Did..did he really say all those things about me? He didn't tell you say that did he?"

"Are you kidding me? I may have a big mouth, but I don't lie. And I haven't seen Will in days. I could seriously go on for hours with all the stuff he told me about you. How smart you were, how good you were at cooking. How sexy he thought your body was. Boy did he go on and on about how he wanted to squeeze your chubby little thighs and drag his tongue all over your-"

"Stop it!"

"Always talking about how much he fantasized about you. He called me 'Grovyle' once while we were having sex. Wow that was awkward."

"Wait...I thought you said you were best friends?"

"Yeah?"

"And you had sex with him?"

"Yeah? Who hasn't had sex with Will." Though she didn't think it was possible, Sceptile's mood immediately began to decline. She had almost forgotten why she hated Will. The longer Missy went on, the more she remembered.

"Up until recently we had sex like...every week maybe. He'd take me 'over there' and we'd go for hours. Sometimes bringing another pokemon or two into the mix. Well that was mostly my idea, but Will didn't object. He's always horny. Bangs Cheri over there at the Fruitbar almost every day. Seriously, ask any girl you come by. Chances are they know him, if you know what I mean."

Sceptile sighed.

How could I forget? While I was up there suffering, he was down here playing man whore of the year.

Resting her chin on her palm, Sceptile did her best to block out Missy as she continued to go on and on about the many times she and Will had had sex. Underneath her relatively calm exterior, Sceptile was fuming. She wasn't so sure she could forgive him anymore.

All throughout their meal, Missy continued to talk about Will. While Sceptile managed to block out most of it, she couldn't help but hear a perverted snippet every now and then. Though Missy slipped in many of the compliments Will had given to Sceptile, they were all overshadowed in her mind. She wouldn't give Will the chance, not any time soon.

Even after they had left the restaurant, Missy went on and on about her sexual escapades. "And then, oh man this is hilarious. He walks up to me, puts his hand on my shoulder, and says, 'I'm going to make sweet love to your anus.'" Missy laughed loud enough for the entire block to hear. "I swear we laughed for like five minutes straight." She sighed. "And then he did exactly what he said he said he would. I think we went through an entire tube of lube that night."

Sceptile had grown more than annoyed. "Can we talk about something else now?"

"Oh, sorry," Missy chuckled. "That's kind of a favorite subject of mine."

I noticed.

"I think we should get your registration out of the way. The RO is a short walk from here."

"Whatever."

As expected, Missy talked the entire way, but Sceptile had long since lost interest in anything she said. Sceptile never thought she would be able to experience the joys of waiting in line in a boring atmosphere alongside one of the most annoying people she had ever met. It was certainly new, but still annoying.

When it was all said and done, about an hour and half had passed before they were finished. After waiting in several lines, getting her picture taken, have her claws imprinted, her retinas scanned, and setting passwords and security questions, Sceptile was ready to go home.

With a tired face that suggested she would love to be somewhere else, the woman behind the counter handed Sceptile a small plastic bag with dozens of documents, papers, and a photo ID inside. "Don't lose it. Next."

"Whoo, we're done!" Missy shouted. "Yeah I know it's boring, but hey, it's done. Usually we tour all day, but you look kind of tired. I think it's about time to head home."

Sceptile couldn't agree more. She nodded and the two of them were off, presumably towards home. She wasn't sure as she had become lost a long time ago.

It could have been the exhaustion, but the trip home seemed much longer than before. Sure they had taken a different path, but for all Sceptile knew, they were taking a shortcut. She had to place her faith in Missy.

Suddenly that sounds like a horrible idea.

"Are we close to my house yet?"

"Yeah, yeah, it's right up ahead..." Missy answered halfheartedly. Sceptile hadn't noticed that Missy had stopped talking. As she looked over, the flygon appeared deep in thought. "If he's not here...then maybe..."

"Missy?"

"Oh! Of course!" Missy sped down the block, almost forgetting Sceptile was behind her.

"Hey, wait!" Not wanting to get lost, Sceptile sprinted after her. She was surprised at how quickly she had gotten used to her new body. With all of the walking she had done today, she could balance almost as well as before. Luckily, Missy didn't fly far. She flew an entire block before stopping in front of a building.

Sceptile caught up in no time. Immediately she noticed the building Missy had stopped in front of. On its front was a large neon pink sign. 'Fruitbar,' with a large red cherry shaped from the neon.

"Is this a strip club?!"

"Yep!"

"Why would you bring me here?!

"Oh, well I forgot about you for a second. Sorry about that, but I just got so excited. This is Will's favorite hangout. I haven't seen him in days, but he just might be here. He's always here. I don't know why I didn't think of it sooner. What do you think? You haven't seen in a long time either, right? How 'bout we check it out?"

Sceptile stared long and hard at the large neon sign.

Will might be inside....I could...

She looked down at the wooden door. All it would take was a single pull to see him again. "Hmm..." She bit her lip as she stared at the door.

Ugh. Why would I want to see him anyway. He's probably not even sorry, just moved on to another whore by now. He's got plenty I bet.

Even as she tried to convince herself otherwise, her hand still reached for the door. She had a loose grip on the handle.

He's just a big perv. He doesn't care about me. All he cares about is sex.

Her hand trembled. She had never felt so conflicted before.

He doesn't deserve you. Just forget him.

With a growl, Sceptile yanked her hand free of the door handle and stormed off in a random direction. Missy, remembering she had a job to do, had no choice but to follow. "Darn it. Guess I'll come back later. I really hope you're in there, Will..."

As Missy said earlier, they were close. It took around ten minutes of walking to reach home. Sceptile almost missed it in her fit of anger. As quickly as she could, Missy gave her tour-end speech as Secptile marched toward the door.

"So uh that was the tour. I hope you enjoyed it, and if you have any questions the EWC is always available. Just give us a call. I slipped our number into your bag while you weren't looking. And I uh...sorry if I talked a little much, and sorry if opened some old wounds or something. I'm not sure if there's something bad going on between you and Will, but I didn't mean to-"

"I don't care about Will!" Sceptile turned to yell. "I don't care about where he is! I don't care about how many...whores he's had sex with! I don't care about this stupid tour, and I really don't care about you! Next time you see Will just tell him to go to hell! I'm sure you'll have plenty of time while you're having sex with him."

With another growl, Sceptile stormed into the house and slammed the door. Fed up with just about everything, she stomped all the way to her room. She plopped down on her bed, folding her arms across her chest like an angry child.

I'm not going to let him or anyone else hurt me. Never again.

Cheri hummed to herself as she rode the elevator to the top of one of Eminence's tallest condos. Word had already spread about Will's disappearance, but word was beginning to spread even faster about some greater news. He had moved into Eminence, permanently. Cheri was among the first to hear about this. She decided quickly that she would pay a visit to his supposed home after work to 'celebrate.'

Cheri chuckled to herself. "Ooh we're gonna celebrate alright." She carried with her a tall bottle of vodka wrapped in a plastic bag. Vodka was one of Will's favorite drinks, and after half of a bottle, he tended to get a little wild. After a whole bottle, Cheri would have trouble walking for the next two days.

She smiled wide as she counted the doors of top floor's wide hallway. The building was extravagant. Beige carpeting with red floral patterns, expensive-looking lamps hanging from the walls, paintings of pokemon and trainers alike. It was hardly the place she expected Will to live, but it was a nice change of scenery.

"Ah, here we go." She stopped in front of the tall wooden door labeled '201.' Smacking it a few times with her tail, she waited patiently in hopes that she had gotten the right door. For a minute afterwards, she heard rustling, things being knocked over, and faint swearing. Whoever was inside was having trouble. After a minute passed, Cheri heard a single pound on the door. She watched curiously as the door handled jiggled. She was patient as she watched it shake, almost certain she had gotten the wrong door. Whoever was inside clearly didn't know how to use their hands. She would have left, but the least she could do is stay and acknowledge her mistake to this poor person.

She was about to take a seat when finally the person pulled the door open. Much to her surprise, it was Will, but she quickly noticed something was wrong. There were many bags under his eyes, and he looked as if he couldn't stand as he leaned against the door frame. "W-Will?"

He didn't answer. He instead stared at her with empty eyes. After awhile, he groaned and walked away, leaving the door open for Cheri. "Will, what have you been doin-" As she stepped into the room, she got her answer.

Will shuffled over to a nearby couch and dropped onto it, his head narrowly missing an empty bottle of alcohol. On the table were several more, as well as a few strewn across the floor around the couch.

"Oh my God...Have you been drinking this entire time?"

"Ran out yesterday," Will grumbled.

"What happened? You don't normally drink like this unless..."

"She's gone. I messed up." He rolled over, draping his own arm across his face.

Cheri dropped her bottle and closed the door behind her. "Oh Will, you can't keep doing this. You'll kill yourself at this rate. It doesn't help. It never helps." She stood in front of Will, wanting to look him in the eye, but he wouldn't look.

"I know. But you know what? I don't care anymore."

"You what?"

"I don't care anymore. I've been dreading this moment for months but...it's not as bad as I thought it would be." Finally he turned his head to Cheri. She was all too familiar with the look he was giving her. "I mean, I guess I've been mentally preparing for it for so long that...well it's hard to mull over something you've been expecting.

"You can't mean that. As much as you love her, you're just giving up like that?"

"I've had a few days to drink over it...and some other things too."

At first she thought she was seeing things, but it was clear as day. The look that Will was giving her, and the way his eyes moved up and down her body. He reached out to grab her, but she smacked his hand away. "I can't believe this. You love this woman, and in a few days, you just give all that up?"

"What's the point?" he sighed. "She hates me. She doesn't want to see me again. After what I did, who would?"

"Is that what she told you, or is that what you told yourself?"

Will paused for a moment. He stared into Cheri's eyes as he sat up. "Tell me something. What did you come over here for?"

"...To...to..." She bit her lip.

"Exactly. You came over here for one reason." Will smiled as he found Cheri's eyes glued to his. "And it ain't emotional support, is it?"

As with every time she had stared into Will's eyes, she couldn't look way. She knew all too well what they did to her, and she often found herself staring into them for that reason alone, but not this time. She tried her hardest to turn her head, but her eyes just wouldn't move. "W-Will you have to...have to..."

"You came over here to have sex with me, like you always do." He leaned forward, running his hand along her hip. "You don't really want me to get back with her, do you?"

Cheri's heart was racing. It took all the willpower she had not to tackle will right then and there, but that quickly fading. "T-that's not true. You two...belong together." Resistance was becoming harder and harder by the second, especially with Will fondling her behind.

"Mhm. Say that again."

Cheri tried, but she couldn't form the words, and soon after, she didn't want to. As Will inched his face closer, she just about gave up.

"I knew it. It's not true."

Cheri gritted her teeth, her arms and legs shaking. The moment before Will touched his lips to hers, she pulled back and punched him in the face. He flew back with enough force to tip the couch over. Immediately she jumped over it, landing on Will's chest. "Of course it's not fucking true! You wanna know the truth? I wish I could push that bitch off a building and have you to myself. But that's wrong and we both know it." She grabbed on to Will's collar and shook him, his head pounding against the floor. "You make me fucking sick, just giving up because you don't have the balls to pick yourself up and try again. Well I swear to God I'll fucking choke you if you don't get the hell out of here and apologize to her! Say you're sorry, actually try to get her back, and if that doesn't work, then you can come back here and I'll be glad to fuck your brains out. Until then, I better not see you again."

Hopping to the side, Cheri lifted Will by the shirt and tossed him toward the door. He rolled to a stop, holding his throbbing head. He felt as if his brain had been knocked loose. He wouldn't put it past Cheri to inflict some real damage. Fearing for his life, he stood up made his way to the door. He looked back only once to see Cheri pointing toward the door like a mother who had just grounded her child. He wasn't looking to see what would happen if he disobeyed. Without another word, he left, hobbling down the hall as he tried to regain his balance.

As Will's footsteps disappeared, Cheri sighed. She plopped down on her back. It had been a close call. "Why did I let him go?...Dammit."

Sceptile gasped as she heard a knock on the door. She yawned as she sat up. She hadn't realized she had fallen asleep. Glancing over at the clock, she found it was around midnight. Her entire sleeping schedule had been thrown off. That would take some time to fix.

Groaning, she made her way to the front door, just then forgetting she hadn't locked it. She was lucky this person wasn't a robber. "Who is it?" As she peered through the peephole, she found an unfamiliar face - not surprising.

"A friend."

"You're going to have to do better than that."

"A friend of Will's."

"...What do you want?"

"I just need to deliver a message. He says he's sorry."

"Good for him."

"You know how he gets, don't you? You've lived with him, I'm sure you've seen it. He resorts to drinking very quickly when in a state of depression. He's been that way for the past few days now, thinking about you..."

"Serves him right..." Sceptile whispered under her breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing. Look, I don't care anymore. If that's all you had to say, then you can leave."

"He also wanted me to give you something." The man held a small box in front of the peephole. "I promise to leave after you take it." The man took a step away from the door, giving Sceptile of his pristine, white suit.

Reluctantly, Sceptile opened the door. The pale man stood there motionless, staring at her. He seemed so very familiar. "Have I...met you before?" Only after inching closer to look at his face did she notice something strange about his eyes. His irises were plain white. "Wait, who are you?"

"I told you, a friend."

Will groaned as he stroked his aching jaw.

Ow, fucking pokemon strength. Think she might have broken something...

Though he felt a hint of anger, it didn't stay for long. By the time Will had ridden the elevator down to the first floor, his anger had already been replaced by remorse.

I was wrong, wasn't I? Who am I kidding, of course I was. That was stupid, so stupid. What the hell is wrong with me?...Dammit Cheri, I owe you a lot more than a drink.

There was one course of option, but Will wasn't sure if he could take it. There was no way to know if Sceptile would want to see him again. Would she think he was some kind of stalker coming back so soon? Will didn't want to take the chance. Waiting wouldn't accomplish much either. With Cheri out of the question, there was no one Will could comfortably consult. No one but himself.

If I go and she doesn't want to see me, then what? Do I try again the next day or do I make her listen? She's not the type that would appreciate that, I don't think. Do I break down and cry in front of her? Will she think I'm some kind of wimp?....Maybe she misses me. Doubt it, but there's only one way to find out.

A long while later, Will found himself in front of Sceptile's home. The lights were off, and there wasn't a sound coming from inside. Regardless of the outcome, Will just wanted to get it over with. Sighing to himself, he gave the door three firm knocks and waited for an answer. When he heard nothing, he knocked again. Once more, there was no answer.

Just my luck...it's like ten at night, where could she be? Maybe she's just avoiding me.

For several more minutes, Will knocked at the door with no luck whatsoever. The curtains were closed as well. Defeated, will sighed and took a seat on the step in front of the door.

One more. I just have to talk to you one more time. You'll have to come back eventually.