From: Shard Fields or Megasomething <goola2u@aol.compostheap> Subject: [PW!] Abandonment Date: Tuesday, August 03, 1999 5:07 PM (Note: Silly Putty needed a backstory. I decided to have him be an outcast, as I haven’t written one yet.) Silly began to walk. He approached the now-familiar bar of Brock’s diner, identical to the one in the last town. "Hey, Barkeep! What’s the hardest thing ya got?" In response, the bartender his Silly over the head with a bar stool. "Let me rephrase that..." babbled Silly, before blacking out. He awoke in the gutter of a nameless city. A love like any other... he thought, so why won’t it work like any other? Every time he saw that girl, bad things happened to him. How he hated loved. He was, at first, sure he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her… But now he wondered if perhaps he’d rather live. In any case, it was clear he was unwelcome. He sat down to cry... And the memories of past abandonments flooded back to him. First, his origin... The freak, the green weirdo, shunned by his fellow dittoes... Color, he was sure, should mean nothing to shape-shifters. How naive he was... He saw the strange creature before him, one he had been told was a "man". He decided to assume the form and seek acceptance from the assumed kind, rather than his own. All at once, the being’s thoughts and skills, as per normal, were absorbed... It was like nothing Silly had ever done before. Because he had not intended to change back, he mad sure he assumed the form as deep as he could. The flow of information, however, caused a feedback look, and sent both flying backwards. First off, Silly had learned, this was a girl, and her name was Duplica. Secondly, she specialized in... Silly’s heart raced... Dittoes. Humans, Silly seemed to recall recalling, preferred rare pokemon, so he figured that, if he followed Duplica, she’d welcome him, train him, teach him. Boy, was he wrong. She rejected him. So he watched, and took on the business of teaching himself what she taught her chosen one. He learned quickly, and soon found himself able to learn no more, so he went where he could learn: To Cinabar. The scientists there, as Silly suspected, were unable to tell Silly from those who had been engineered. The dittoes, however, were not so dumb. Again, he was shunned, and, again, chased away. He only made a half-hearted attempt to resist the pokeball that devoured him. The humiliating servitude was not the worst part. The worst part was that his master hated him like all others. When Silly attempted to march into battle, the master simply cursed. After many months, Silly found himself abandoned. Second, the rebirth. The agents of one known as Doppler found Silly there, and recruited him to join the cause. For many a moon, he was a vicious killer... But his heart wept. He hated the pleas for mercy. He hated the violence, the principles. This way did not suit him, not at all, so he left Doppler. For years, he spent his life in petty trickery, lurking in punch bowls and such foolishness... before he met them. Mimic. Seth. For once, Silly thought, he had those who he could call friends. But they abandoned him once... and twice. He had lost sight of them, and returned to how he was, until he met her. And now this. His life had come full circle. He couldn’t do this... What else COULD he do? He gave in to his deep urge, and knelt at the foot of the mighty tower he had come upon to cry. TBC… Shard Fields, hoping Maria or Adrian takes the bait. .sig not included. Shard Fields on AGNP Megasomething on ATT