Subject: [PW!] Splash's Second Series Finale! Really Long Overdue! Sumimasen! Date: 26 Mar 2003 07:12:20 GMT From: ncnc123@aol.com-see-sig (Nick Falzarano) Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Last time... it seems that A) Google didn't recieve my previous PW! post B) It is not in the current PW! update C) AOHell still doesn't have it on file. Therefore, we can conclude that A) I have it saved on my computer at home awaiting upload to my web-site B) I've been screwed, and lost it. Hopefully, it'll be choice A. Anyway, here's a recap, to the best that I can remember, of my last post. ------------ Splash was back hiding out in that abandoned room, after having gone out and leveled up Annon, his shiny Unown shaped like an Em. He couldn't explain what had come over him, he just got this big urge to go out and level Annon up. Yeah. That's when someone* approached his room. Is it the cops? Perhaps. Hell, just go read below to find out. ----------- The doorknob turned. Instantly, Splash was on his feet, thinking the worst. Who? It wasn't the owner. He always knocked on the door ten times before entering. It was their secret code. So who was it? There was nowhere he could hide in the small cramped room. There was no way he could hide under the cot he's been sitting on, he'd be visible from the doorway. Other than that, all that was in the room was a shelf with various items the owner used in his shop, and the crate that his Pokemon, in their pokeballs, were currently laying on. The crate was full of something too. He didn't know what it was, all he knew was that he couldn't hide inside it. There was nowhere to go. Splash thought all of this in an instant. So this was it. He was at the mercy of whomever was at the other side of the door. The figure on the other side pushed the door open and came into full view. It wasn't a cop. Although the first thought to flash through his mind was somewhat calming, he still couldn't relax. He didn't know the round, middle aged woman standing before him. She was a stranger. What did she want? "I've been looking everywhere for you, Splash!" the woman cried out, a look of relief passing over her face. Taking a deep breath, the woman closed the door and moved into the small room, forcing Splash's thighs against the flimsy cot. He was suddenly aware of how vulnerable he was. This woman was bigger than him. And he wasn't all that strong either. There was no way he would be able to take her in a fight. The size of the room also didn't give much advantage to him. It all came back to the identity of this woman. Who was she? How did he know her? It had to have been during that period of time that he couldn't remember. The time that just felt "purple" to him. What had he done during that time? "Who... who are you?" he managed to choke out, failing to hide the panic that he was feeling. "What do you want?" The woman looked confused for a second. Then, a look of understanding washed across her face, and she spoke. "You don't remember me, do you." It was a statement, not a question. "N-no..." Splash replied, sweat beads forming on his face. "One of your friends, I forget her name... Molly? Marcia? Anyway, I met you and her art the same time. She was concerned about you, because you were acting funny. I tried to find out what was wrong with you, but all I couldn't find out very much at all." "So your not out to bring me to the cops?" Splash asked, relaxing his guard a little. "I dunno why they're after me, but I don't wanna go to jail!" "Actually," the woman paused, "that was my doing as well. I was looking for you, but I needed help. Jhoto and Kanto are large areas, and I couldn't cover them all by myself. I even asked my ex-husband, Mr. Psychic, to help me look for you, but he was too busy handing out KTMs to be bothered with me." There was a tinge of bitterness in her voice as she said that last part. "YOU sent the cops after me?!" Splash exclaimed, panicing again. "Why?! What did I do?" "It wasn't until I saw a similar case later on that I realized what was wrong with you," Mrs Psychic said. "Ever since then, I've been looking for you. I explained everything to the Officer Jennys, and they agreed that you needed my help. Perhaps that was why Sabrina teleported you to my town when we first met. She knew what was wrong with you, and how I could help you." "What was wrong with me?" Splash asked, again relaxing his guard. She wanted to help him? So that meant she wasn't out to get him. "You were under a hypnosis spell. From a Ghastly," MRs. Psychic replied. "Apparently, it was making you do strange things with it's twisted sense of humor. But it seems to have released you from it's power now. I can find no psychic trace of it in the area." "So your a psychic?" Splash noted aloud. "Yes, I'm Mrs. Psychic. Ex-wife of Mr. Psychic of Saffron City." "Oh." "Now, without the interfearence of the Ghastly, I can fully see into your head. Your actually a kind boy, not the person who did all those awful things..." Mrs. Psychic trailed off, not wanting Splash to know the true detail of the crimes he had commited. But Splash was curious now. "What awful things?" Mrs. Psychic was hesitant, but Splash's forceful urgings convinced her to reveal the truth. Or, at least part of it. She told him about joining Team Rocket, and about how he had stolen the Krabby that was in the pokeball in that very room. She neglected to tell him the details about Murasaki and the deaths of his brothers. "So... I stole a pokemon?" Splash asked, the truth forcing him to sit down on the bed. I don't believe it. I'm a member of Team Rocket?" "So what are you going to do now, Splash?" Mrs. Psychic asked him. "You don't need my help, you are no longer wanted by the police, so what are you going to do?" What was he going to do now? That was a good question. He still couldn't get over the fact that he was a criminal. True, he didn't do it under his own willpower, but... "I think you'll come up with a good idea," Mrs. Psychic said as she turned to leave. "But seek out a girl, one named Hito Shakaku, after you've done it. She'll help you too." With that, Mrs. Psychic departed. A good idea. The Krabby he had was stolen. It belonged to someone else. What about the Unown, Annon? Did that too belong to someone else? Probably not... but... Just in case, he would release him into the wild. Just in case... As for the Krabby that attacked him everytime she saw him... he knew why that was now. He understood... He knew what he was going to do. It just suddenly occured to him. "I'll find Krabby's owner... and give her back." Turning to the Krabby and releasing it from the pokeball, he continued, "Do you like that idea, Krabby?" Tears were forming at the pokemon's eyes when she heard that. After everything she had been through away from her trainer... and all that Splash had been through too. Krabby felt like she understood him now. It wasn't his fault, it was that Ghastly. He shouldn't be made to pay for something that wasn't his fault. "Cokii!" "Good," Splash said, grinning. "I have to make up for what I've done. And I'll start with you." "Cokiiii!" Krabby exclaimed, happily. "Ikimasho!" The end. ------------- *I was originally going to have the "someone" be the shorts kid, but Rob's recent AIM message convinced me to change that. In fact, I'm kinda happy with the way I ended Splash's story, and I would never have done that without Rob's help/begging/suggestion/whatever. I probably won't be back here much... though you never know. (I'm halfway through Pokemon Ruby, and truthfully, I'm a lot more into it than I was into Gold/Silver... G/S came out just as I was getting bored with R/B so that may have contributed to it...) Maybe I'll come back sometime in the future. Ja ne, Minna-san! It's been fun. --------------------- Busy Little Bastard --------------------- AIM: ncnc123 e-mail: ncnc123@yahoo.com http://ncnc123.50megs.com/ --------------------