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ATTENTION (4 Aug 2017): This fic is currently being reformatted (and possibly slightly revised in other aspects too, based on the critique I've gotten) because first time round I was a stupid doggo and unaware of proper formatting rules, and only now I've realized the original looked like Clippy got real drunk and started eating the letters off the screen, only to realize that oops maybe those weren't edible and vomit it all over the screen. So if the chapters don't seem to be matchin', you'll know it's because Canis is a-patchin'. Alright, now onto the actual intro so that you dinguses can read this terrible slashfic.
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ATTENTION (6 Sep 2017): After approximately 200 years, reformatting is finished. So y'all can just disregard that first note. That's it. Buhbye.
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Hi, everyone. I'm new here at the Writer's Workshop, though I've been writing for a year or two already (writing actual fiction I mean, something I post online). Dear Nemesis was my first proper fanfic. It is a Twitch Plays Pokémon fanfic, so it's likely that you won't be familiar with the lore (past Red or Crystal, anyway). Besides, TPP is unique in the way that there is no canon - everyone has a different view on the characters and events. So, don't be surprised if characters don't act exactly the way you'd expect them to based on outsider information. TPP is fanfictionland itself.
If you want to know what the general canon is like, here are the TV Tropes character pages, but I'm working on making my fics suitable for a broader audience anyway, so hopefully you won't need it too much. It's just that if it seems like there's a lot of characters, that's because there is.
Without further ado, here is Dear Nemesis. Rated Teen.
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DEAR NEMESIS
Synopsis: AJ is baffled when Red shows up at his house with flowers and no murderous intent. Things escalate.
Started (first part uploaded originally): 18 Jul 2016
Genre: Shipping, Humorous
Length: ~16 000 words
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INDEX:
Part 1: It Begins
Part 2: The Siege
Part 3: Confessions
Part 4: Investigation
Part 5: Playing Along
Part 6: It Ends
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Part 1: It Begins
The doorbell rang.
“Gator, could you get that,” AJ lazily shouted, keeping his head unlifted from his book.
The bluish crocodilian clumsily stamped his way to the front door and peered into the peephole. Nearly instantly he darted back. He tiptoed around, careful not to trip over his tail.
“AJ! You oughtta see this,” he cautiously called.
“What, who is it?” AJ asked.
“No, just… come over here. But be discreet about it.”
AJ put down his book and snuck into the hall.
“Look,” the feraligatr whispered, and moved further away from the door to give AJ space. The boy took a quick glance through the hole, then stepped back with an annoyed look on his face.
Red Akai. The High Priest of the Church of Helix, as he called himself. King of the Squid-Smoochers, as AJ called him. Though “King” was still far too good a title for a jackass like Red.
“Not him again,” AJ sighed. “Gator, you should have just shooed him away.”
“No, take a closer look,” Gator insisted. “Why is he… like that?”
AJ sighed again, this time louder and raspier, but looked again anyway.
Indeed, this time he looked different. Instead of his usual, worn clothes, he was neatly dressed. He had a clean white shirt and a gray tie, and in his hands he held… flowers?
His head was turned to his side, and it appeared that he was arguing with someone. In fact, as AJ pressed his head against the door, he could overhear the conversation.
“See, I... I told you it wasn’t going to work. He’s probably thinking of releasing that... lizard on me as we speak.”
“Red. Come on. Just ring the doorbell again. He probably didn’t hear you.”
“I’ve been here many times, Abe, I know by now that he can tell I’m here. Look, this is a lost cause, we should just go back home.”
“I’m not the reason we’re here. This is for you and you alone. Well, all of us, technically, but mostly you.”
“...But what if we’re talking and that - what’s his name - Joe kid comes in and --”
“You already know Joey’s at his relatives’ for the next few weeks.”
“...”
“Just ring the doorbell again.”
“I-I’ll just figure out something else at home. I’ll go through my scrolls again, there must be something there that can help me --”
“Red, please, you yourself said this was the only option. Now, ring the doorbell.”
“Fine, I’ll knock.”
“That’s not what I --”
A loud thump pierced through AJ’s head. The shockwave of pain caused him to fall on the floor. Four more thumps followed before silence spread across the hallway again. “That son of a...” AJ hissed to himself, climbing back on his feet and wrenching the door open.
“What?” he snapped.
Red seemed a bit startled by the swift response to his ‘knock’ for a second, but soon pulled himself together. He hurriedly cleared his throat, and spoke.
“Oh, hello.”
A brief moment of silence followed.
“Why are you here?” AJ’s sentence was less of a question and more of a lament, but Red took it as the first nonetheless.
“Well, you see, I’m… I’m here to...”
He suddenly stopped and drew the small bouquet of flowers in front of his face.
“I’ve got flowers. For you.”
Awkwardly, he offered AJ the delicate blue-white-petaled flowers.
“They’re ridgeblues,” Red said.
“...Right,” AJ muttered, taking the flowers from Red, not breaking eye contact for a second.
“They only grow on Mt. Silver,” Red hastily continued, “and, well… that place… you know, it’s the place where...”
“You first swore death on me?” AJ added monotonously.
“Well, yes, that too, but mostly...”
He didn’t bother finishing his already doomed sentence, and instead began a new one.
“I… need to talk to you about something,” he stuttered.
“You’ve talked to me plenty already,” AJ whispered and began to close the door, but Red quickly stepped closer.
“It’s important.”
“If it’s so important, why don’t you just tell me,” AJ growled from the chink of the door.
“I-I can’t just tell you like that, I --”
“Well, then that settles it. Buh-bye.”
“Wait --”
AJ slammed the door shut and threw the flowers on the floor. He leaned back against the door and let himself slide down, in addition emitting a long, annoyed groan.
“See, I told you it wasn’t going to work,” he could still hear from behind. The indignant expression was followed by footsteps, gradually fading until nothing remained.
Silence fell upon the hall. It continued until Gator opened his maw.
“Lizard?” he muttered.
AJ was about to respond, but a sudden familiar voice interrupted his attempt.
“Oh, wow,” Burrito meowed, lying down. “Was that a sacrificial dagger in his pants or was he just happy to see you?”
“What?” AJ exclaimed, knitting his brows. “What are you even talking about?”
“You didn’t notice?” Burrito said with feigned, mockingly exaggerated shock, flashing a cocky smile right after.
AJ warily glanced around. “Is this some kind of joke I’m not getting?” he quietly asked.
“Well, it is funny, but no,” Burrito replied. “I’m not joking here.”
AJ silently stared into Burrito’s big, violet eyes, anxious for elaboration.
“I saw the whole thing, hun,” Burrito continued. “Nice clothes? Visibly nervous? Flowers that can only be found in the place you first met? You don’t need to be a love guru like me to understand what’s happening here.”
“...Hold on a second,” AJ said. “Are you actually implying --”
Burrito nodded.
“Burrito, that’s… absurd. There’s no way that would happen.”
“Why is it so hard for you to believe me?” Burrito laughed.
“Did someone put something in your kibble?” AJ said, now in an audibly disgruntled voice. “In case you didn’t notice, that was Red. You know, the guy who absolutely loathes me and frequently lets me know just how much he wants to tear my guts out? He’s obviously just scheming something again. Those flowers are probably highly poisonous or dangerous or… something.” He gestured to the dainty plants scattered across the floor. The modest pale blossoms nearly radiated innocence, which made AJ turn his head away with a quiet humph. “Looks can be deceiving. You know what I mean.”
“Fine, then,” Burrito said, briefly scowling, then resuming his arrogant smile. “You don’t have to believe me. I’m only a psychic-type who specializes in love and everything about it, what do I know.”
Burrito got up, turned around and strutted away with his tail upright, lazily swinging side to side. After the feline had left the room, Gator sighed.
“Pay him no mind, AJ. He’s clearly just messing with you,” he said, crouching and placing his hand on AJ’s shoulder. “You’d better just go back to your book and forget all this. I’ll go get rid of those flowers for you.”
“...Thanks, Gator,” AJ said, seeming deep in thought, got up and began heading for the living room.
Gator waited until he was out of sight, then moved to carefully pick up the flowers one by one. Having gathered them all, he exited through the door.
“Oh, hi, Gator,” sounded an abrupt faint greeting from the front yard.
Startled, the crocodilian looked up to find Katie standing on the cobblestone, smiling gently. Gator greeted her back. Suddenly, Katie’s eyes widened. She had noticed the flowers.
“Gator, are those --” she gasped and hastily fluttered closer. As she more closely examined the blossoms, she continued. “Are those ridgeblues?”
“Uh… yes, I believe so,” Gator hesitantly responded.
“Wow...” she sighed, sniffing the petals. “They smell even better than I remember.”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, back when we were climbing Mt. Silver - you know, back then - I happened to find these kinds of flowers while looking for a way up,” she explained. “They were in a really hard-to-find place, too. I could barely reach it myself. The path to that place was extremely treacherous.”
“Is that so...” Gator mumbled to himself.
“Yeah, whoever picked these risked their life to get them. Especially at this time of year.”
Gator gazed at the flowers with an expressionless face.
“So, who are they from? And to whom?” Katie eagerly asked.
“See, that’s the strange part,” Gator said. “Red gave these to AJ, just a while ago.”
“Him? Really?” Her smile shifted into a look of confusion and worry.
Gator confirmed with a nod. “In fact, I was just going to throw these away. Who knows what he could be up to with these flowers.”
He tried to move forward, but Katie blocked his path.
“Oh, no no no, you don’t need to do that,” she insisted. “These flowers are harmless, I’ve read all about them. But they are very rare. It would be a shame to just… throw them away like that.”
“...You want them instead, don’t you,” Gator muttered.
Katie nodded excitedly and without an ounce of shame.
“Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he said, giving the flowers to the delighted dragoness.
“Thanks, Gatey! I’ll take good care of them,” she squealed with glee, and took off.
“You’re, uh, welcome,” Gator weakly shouted after her. “Also, don’t call me ‘Gatey’,” he tried to add, but she was long gone.
He let out a subtle, indifferent ‘hm’, and went back inside.
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ATTENTION (6 Sep 2017): After approximately 200 years, reformatting is finished. So y'all can just disregard that first note. That's it. Buhbye.
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Hi, everyone. I'm new here at the Writer's Workshop, though I've been writing for a year or two already (writing actual fiction I mean, something I post online). Dear Nemesis was my first proper fanfic. It is a Twitch Plays Pokémon fanfic, so it's likely that you won't be familiar with the lore (past Red or Crystal, anyway). Besides, TPP is unique in the way that there is no canon - everyone has a different view on the characters and events. So, don't be surprised if characters don't act exactly the way you'd expect them to based on outsider information. TPP is fanfictionland itself.
If you want to know what the general canon is like, here are the TV Tropes character pages, but I'm working on making my fics suitable for a broader audience anyway, so hopefully you won't need it too much. It's just that if it seems like there's a lot of characters, that's because there is.
Without further ado, here is Dear Nemesis. Rated Teen.
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DEAR NEMESIS
Synopsis: AJ is baffled when Red shows up at his house with flowers and no murderous intent. Things escalate.
Started (first part uploaded originally): 18 Jul 2016
Genre: Shipping, Humorous
Length: ~16 000 words
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INDEX:
Part 1: It Begins
Part 2: The Siege
Part 3: Confessions
Part 4: Investigation
Part 5: Playing Along
Part 6: It Ends
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Part 1: It Begins
The doorbell rang.
“Gator, could you get that,” AJ lazily shouted, keeping his head unlifted from his book.
The bluish crocodilian clumsily stamped his way to the front door and peered into the peephole. Nearly instantly he darted back. He tiptoed around, careful not to trip over his tail.
“AJ! You oughtta see this,” he cautiously called.
“What, who is it?” AJ asked.
“No, just… come over here. But be discreet about it.”
AJ put down his book and snuck into the hall.
“Look,” the feraligatr whispered, and moved further away from the door to give AJ space. The boy took a quick glance through the hole, then stepped back with an annoyed look on his face.
Red Akai. The High Priest of the Church of Helix, as he called himself. King of the Squid-Smoochers, as AJ called him. Though “King” was still far too good a title for a jackass like Red.
“Not him again,” AJ sighed. “Gator, you should have just shooed him away.”
“No, take a closer look,” Gator insisted. “Why is he… like that?”
AJ sighed again, this time louder and raspier, but looked again anyway.
Indeed, this time he looked different. Instead of his usual, worn clothes, he was neatly dressed. He had a clean white shirt and a gray tie, and in his hands he held… flowers?
His head was turned to his side, and it appeared that he was arguing with someone. In fact, as AJ pressed his head against the door, he could overhear the conversation.
“See, I... I told you it wasn’t going to work. He’s probably thinking of releasing that... lizard on me as we speak.”
“Red. Come on. Just ring the doorbell again. He probably didn’t hear you.”
“I’ve been here many times, Abe, I know by now that he can tell I’m here. Look, this is a lost cause, we should just go back home.”
“I’m not the reason we’re here. This is for you and you alone. Well, all of us, technically, but mostly you.”
“...But what if we’re talking and that - what’s his name - Joe kid comes in and --”
“You already know Joey’s at his relatives’ for the next few weeks.”
“...”
“Just ring the doorbell again.”
“I-I’ll just figure out something else at home. I’ll go through my scrolls again, there must be something there that can help me --”
“Red, please, you yourself said this was the only option. Now, ring the doorbell.”
“Fine, I’ll knock.”
“That’s not what I --”
A loud thump pierced through AJ’s head. The shockwave of pain caused him to fall on the floor. Four more thumps followed before silence spread across the hallway again. “That son of a...” AJ hissed to himself, climbing back on his feet and wrenching the door open.
“What?” he snapped.
Red seemed a bit startled by the swift response to his ‘knock’ for a second, but soon pulled himself together. He hurriedly cleared his throat, and spoke.
“Oh, hello.”
A brief moment of silence followed.
“Why are you here?” AJ’s sentence was less of a question and more of a lament, but Red took it as the first nonetheless.
“Well, you see, I’m… I’m here to...”
He suddenly stopped and drew the small bouquet of flowers in front of his face.
“I’ve got flowers. For you.”
Awkwardly, he offered AJ the delicate blue-white-petaled flowers.
“They’re ridgeblues,” Red said.
“...Right,” AJ muttered, taking the flowers from Red, not breaking eye contact for a second.
“They only grow on Mt. Silver,” Red hastily continued, “and, well… that place… you know, it’s the place where...”
“You first swore death on me?” AJ added monotonously.
“Well, yes, that too, but mostly...”
He didn’t bother finishing his already doomed sentence, and instead began a new one.
“I… need to talk to you about something,” he stuttered.
“You’ve talked to me plenty already,” AJ whispered and began to close the door, but Red quickly stepped closer.
“It’s important.”
“If it’s so important, why don’t you just tell me,” AJ growled from the chink of the door.
“I-I can’t just tell you like that, I --”
“Well, then that settles it. Buh-bye.”
“Wait --”
AJ slammed the door shut and threw the flowers on the floor. He leaned back against the door and let himself slide down, in addition emitting a long, annoyed groan.
“See, I told you it wasn’t going to work,” he could still hear from behind. The indignant expression was followed by footsteps, gradually fading until nothing remained.
Silence fell upon the hall. It continued until Gator opened his maw.
“Lizard?” he muttered.
AJ was about to respond, but a sudden familiar voice interrupted his attempt.
“Oh, wow,” Burrito meowed, lying down. “Was that a sacrificial dagger in his pants or was he just happy to see you?”
“What?” AJ exclaimed, knitting his brows. “What are you even talking about?”
“You didn’t notice?” Burrito said with feigned, mockingly exaggerated shock, flashing a cocky smile right after.
AJ warily glanced around. “Is this some kind of joke I’m not getting?” he quietly asked.
“Well, it is funny, but no,” Burrito replied. “I’m not joking here.”
AJ silently stared into Burrito’s big, violet eyes, anxious for elaboration.
“I saw the whole thing, hun,” Burrito continued. “Nice clothes? Visibly nervous? Flowers that can only be found in the place you first met? You don’t need to be a love guru like me to understand what’s happening here.”
“...Hold on a second,” AJ said. “Are you actually implying --”
Burrito nodded.
“Burrito, that’s… absurd. There’s no way that would happen.”
“Why is it so hard for you to believe me?” Burrito laughed.
“Did someone put something in your kibble?” AJ said, now in an audibly disgruntled voice. “In case you didn’t notice, that was Red. You know, the guy who absolutely loathes me and frequently lets me know just how much he wants to tear my guts out? He’s obviously just scheming something again. Those flowers are probably highly poisonous or dangerous or… something.” He gestured to the dainty plants scattered across the floor. The modest pale blossoms nearly radiated innocence, which made AJ turn his head away with a quiet humph. “Looks can be deceiving. You know what I mean.”
“Fine, then,” Burrito said, briefly scowling, then resuming his arrogant smile. “You don’t have to believe me. I’m only a psychic-type who specializes in love and everything about it, what do I know.”
Burrito got up, turned around and strutted away with his tail upright, lazily swinging side to side. After the feline had left the room, Gator sighed.
“Pay him no mind, AJ. He’s clearly just messing with you,” he said, crouching and placing his hand on AJ’s shoulder. “You’d better just go back to your book and forget all this. I’ll go get rid of those flowers for you.”
“...Thanks, Gator,” AJ said, seeming deep in thought, got up and began heading for the living room.
Gator waited until he was out of sight, then moved to carefully pick up the flowers one by one. Having gathered them all, he exited through the door.
“Oh, hi, Gator,” sounded an abrupt faint greeting from the front yard.
Startled, the crocodilian looked up to find Katie standing on the cobblestone, smiling gently. Gator greeted her back. Suddenly, Katie’s eyes widened. She had noticed the flowers.
“Gator, are those --” she gasped and hastily fluttered closer. As she more closely examined the blossoms, she continued. “Are those ridgeblues?”
“Uh… yes, I believe so,” Gator hesitantly responded.
“Wow...” she sighed, sniffing the petals. “They smell even better than I remember.”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, back when we were climbing Mt. Silver - you know, back then - I happened to find these kinds of flowers while looking for a way up,” she explained. “They were in a really hard-to-find place, too. I could barely reach it myself. The path to that place was extremely treacherous.”
“Is that so...” Gator mumbled to himself.
“Yeah, whoever picked these risked their life to get them. Especially at this time of year.”
Gator gazed at the flowers with an expressionless face.
“So, who are they from? And to whom?” Katie eagerly asked.
“See, that’s the strange part,” Gator said. “Red gave these to AJ, just a while ago.”
“Him? Really?” Her smile shifted into a look of confusion and worry.
Gator confirmed with a nod. “In fact, I was just going to throw these away. Who knows what he could be up to with these flowers.”
He tried to move forward, but Katie blocked his path.
“Oh, no no no, you don’t need to do that,” she insisted. “These flowers are harmless, I’ve read all about them. But they are very rare. It would be a shame to just… throw them away like that.”
“...You want them instead, don’t you,” Gator muttered.
Katie nodded excitedly and without an ounce of shame.
“Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he said, giving the flowers to the delighted dragoness.
“Thanks, Gatey! I’ll take good care of them,” she squealed with glee, and took off.
“You’re, uh, welcome,” Gator weakly shouted after her. “Also, don’t call me ‘Gatey’,” he tried to add, but she was long gone.
He let out a subtle, indifferent ‘hm’, and went back inside.
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