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Raindrops tells the story of Marcus, a man who is unsure of his place in the world that is slowly dying around him. He wanders the Hoenn Region amidst endless rain, searching for answers to give himself purpose and helping people along the way, trying to fill the voids he sees in the world around him. This story is a strange one, as it does not focus on the plot so much as it does the characters, and how they grow and develop. It is episodic in nature, and therefore it is not necessary to read the whole story to appreciate its value and the messages it brings. However, I only hope you enjoy this strange story enough to stick with it to the end.
-UselessBytes
CONTENTS
Session 1 - Wanderer
Session 2 - Victim
Session 3 - Dreamer
I, unfortunately, have been burdened with the great task of recording my research for mankind to one day study, in hopes that it may help them understand the dire situation we, humanity, had placed ourselves in. Perhaps, along the way, those who read my work will also come to understand the man who unknowingly freed us from our self made doom.
Alan frowned as he looked at the hole in the roof of the small building he called home, watching the ever present rain splash against the shingles and slip into the hole, slowly filling his abode with water.
Alan pulled his jacket tighter, fending off the wet chill of the rain. He glanced over at the pile of damp lumber that sat behind his home, ready to be used in case of an emergency like the one he currently was facing. He removed his wrinkled hands from his jacket pockets, sighing, and headed over to the pile. He bent down and took hold of a piece, struggling to lift it.
He tried for several minutes to hoist the large beam onto his shoulder before admitting defeat and slipped down onto his knees. He stared numbly at the pile of lumber that had so easily bested him and cursed his growing age and waning strength. Perhaps, he thought, he could still salvage some valuables from his home before it was completely flooded, and make his way towards Mauville. Maybe he could find shelter there.
Sighing as he gave in, Alan pulled himself off of the ground. He had been a fool to think he could survive alone in his old age. He should have abandoned the dilapidated house years ago, and now he was paying for it. He turned to the door, and resigned himself to search for anything he’d need to make his way to Mauville.
“Hello there! You look like you could use some help.”
Alan turned around with a start, catching sight of a man some distance away. He peered through the rain, trying to make out the man’s features. He wore a simple white rain jacket, and a damp pair of blue jeans.
As the man drew closer, Alan could start to make out his features. His skin was pale, as was most everyone’s, due to the never ending cloud cover. His face was warm and friendly, despite the strings of dark, wet hair that hung in front of the man’s face. On his shoulder sat a Pokémon that Alan didn’t quite recognize. It was small and slug-like in nature, and its glistening skin was a soft blue, the same color as the rain itself.
The man walked up to him, his eyes scanning the scene behind Alan. He frowned. “That’s quite the hole,” the man said. “I do hope you intend to fix it.”
Alan paused for a moment, and then shook his head. “I’m afraid I can’t. I’ve gotten too weak in my old age to do much about it.” He sighed. “I was a fool to try and live out here alone much longer. I suppose this is ol’ mother nature’s way of tellin’ me it’s time to move on.”
The man frowned again. “Well, that’s no good. I take it you grew up here, in this house?”
Alan nodded. He’d lived in the building all his life.
The man took another long look at the hole in the roof. “I’d say you’re wrong.”
“Excuse me?”
The man’s frown turned into a smile. “You’ve called this place home for so long. What right does anyone or anything have to take that away from you? No right, I’d say.” The man plucked the slug-like Pokémon, which so far had merely been observing, and placed it at his feet. “Now, try and stay out of the way, Shellos. I don’t want you getting hurt.” The Pokémon, Shellos, let out a happy squeak, and slithered off towards a puddle, in which it began to splash around and play.
The man’s smile widened. “There’s a simple joy in the way Pokémon behave, don’t you think?”
Alan shook his head. “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never owned one.”
“I see. I don’t believe I ever have either.”
Alan paused, confused. Didn’t own any Pokémon? The man clearly did, the small one he’d called Shellos was proof of that.
The man chuckled at Alan’s reaction. “I get that look a lot, I’m afraid. Shellos isn’t mine. In fact, he’s never been in a Pokéball. He just seems to like me enough to stick around. Should he choose to, he could just leave, and I’d have no right to stop him. By the way, I never caught your name.”
Alan jumped at the chance to steer away from the man’s strange philosophy. “The name’s Alan.”
“Alan. A nice name. Mine’s Marcus.”
“Well, nice to meet ya, Marcus.” Alan stuck out his hand to shake and Marcus took it.
“Well, now that we’re introduced, what do you say we get to work, Alan?”
Alan once again paused. “Pardon?”
Marcus gestured to hole in Alan’s roof. “I did say you looked like you could use some help didn’t you?”
Alan was stunned. “You’re tellin’ me you’re gonna try and patch up that hole?” he asked.
Marcus nodded. “More or less. I could use your help, if you’re willing.”
Alan quickly nodded. “I gotta say, I’ve never met a stranger so eager to help someone else.”
Marcus sighed. “Most people aren’t so helpful, I’ll admit. It makes me sad. Selfish people make for a dreary world, and I daresay this rain makes the world dreary enough.” He bent down and hoisted a beam of wood onto his shoulder. “Now Alan, you wouldn’t happen to have a ladder, would you?”
Alan grunted as he and Marcus lifted the last of the wooden beams into place and nailed it down, sealing off the once-gaping hole in Alan’s roof. Alan took a step back from their work, admiring it. “I’d say it’ll hold pretty well, at least until I can get a professional out here to fix it up for good. I can’t thank you enough, Marcus.”
Marcus smiled, putting down the hammer he’d been holding. “It was nothing. I was happy to help.”
Alan sighed. “At least I don’t have to abandon this old place, now. It means so much to me, and I almost let it all go. Thanks for talkin’ some sense into me. Now I won’t have to move into Mauville.”
Marcus perked up upon hearing the words. “Mauville? Is it near here?”
Alan nodded. “It’s a half day’s walk north. You can’t miss it. That where you’re headed?”
“Yes. I won’t be staying for long, though. I’ll just be passing through,” Marcus said, staring in the city’s direction.
“Well,” Alan said, “if you don’t mind me askin’, where are you gonna end up?”
Marcus paused for a moment. “I’m not sure. I’m just wandering, for the time being. Walking the Earth, one might say.”
Alan frowned. “Well, I won’t say it’s not strange. How do you make a livin’, if all you do is wander?”
Marcus shrugged. “Odd jobs, mostly. It’s not hard to sustain yourself when Pokémon Centers offer free lodging, after all.”
“I guess I didn’t consider that. Though, it’s gettin’ a little late. You probably won’t make it to Mauville before the day is out, I’d guess. You’re welcome to stay the night here, if you’d like.”
Marcus smiled. “I think I’ll take you up on that. Thank you, Alan. It’ll be nice to have shelter from the rains for the night.” Marcus looked up at the sky. He reached up and pulled down the hood of his jacket, letting the rain soak into his hair. Alan chuckled. This Marcus sure was one strange man.
“Do you think they’ll ever stop, Alan?”
“Huh?”
“The rains,” Marcus explained. “They’ve always been here, right? Never stopping? Surely they have to stop sometime.”
Alan shook his head. “I doubt it. I’ve never seen ‘em stop, all sixty eight years of my life. Rain, day in and day out. That’s just the way the world is, I guess.”
Marcus sighed. “That’s horribly bleak. I’d like to imagine the world has something more to it than endless rain. Something more than a constant fight for survival. Surely the world has something to look forward to other than endlessly drowning.”
“Y’know, Marcus, I don’t think I’ve met anyone who asks as many questions as you seem to.”
Marcus smiled again. “I get that a lot. Now, let’s get off this roof and out of the rain.”
Alan poured out a second mug of coffee and placed it on the table in front of Marcus, who took it and drank eagerly.
“I’m afraid I don’t have anything for that little one,” Alan said, gesturing to Shellos, who was happily squirming around under the chair that Marcus sat in.
Marcus shrugged. “It’s okay. Shellos is tougher than he looks. He can go for a couple more hours without anything.” Shellos let out a squeak, as if to affirm Marcus’s statement. “I won’t stay for long, though. I’ll be heading out as soon as it’s light out.”
Alan chuckled. “That’s a shame. I’ve got a ton of other housework you could’ve done.”
Marcus laughed as well. “I’m afraid I can’t help you with that. I can’t stay in one place for too long. I might get too comfortable and give up traveling altogether!”
Alan let out a hearty laugh. “We wouldn’t want that, would we?”
Marcus shook his head. “No, no we wouldn’t, friend.”
“Friend, eh? Good to know someone I’ve barely met considers me a friend. I don’t have many of those left nowadays.”
“Everyone’s friends, deep down,” Marcus commented. “At least, that’s what I think. I find that if you look hard enough, there’s something to admire and treasure in everyone.”
“I sure will miss your little philosophy lessons, Marcus.”
Marcus smiled. “Really? I’ve been told they’re exhausting more times than I can count.”
“Hey now, I never said they weren’t.”
The two men laughed, and continued to chat as Marcus stared out the window into the ever familiar rain. He watched as it splashed against the ground, against the window panes, against the leaves in the trees, and against the whole world around him.
As the whole world drowned, Marcus did his best to stay afloat, picking up stragglers like Shellos along the way. Yes, the whole world drowned, but Marcus refused to let it.
“Do you know why I help people, Alan?” he asked.
“Can’t say I do.”
“Because this world is drowning. Not just in the rain, but in it’s own misery and selfishness. People only look out for themselves these days. There’s not much I can do to change that, but if I can help just a few people, I feel like I’ve made some progress in the right direction. It’s a hopeless struggle, but I keep it up. It’s what keeps me going.”
“You know, Marcus, the world could use some more people like you. If I were thirty years younger, I might’ve just joined you on your little journey.”
“I appreciate the thought, Alan. It’s good to know someone cares.”
Alan looked up at the patched hole above his head. “I’m sure there are others that do, Marcus. If I’ve learned anything in my life about people, it’s that there’s all types of ‘em out there. You’re proof of that I’d say. It’s just a matter of finding them.”
“A matter of finding them…” Marcus muttered, fidgeting with the mug in his hands. “Maybe I’ll end up finding some of them.”
“Maybe you will,” Alan said. “Say, Marcus, how long have you been travelin’?”
Marcus paused for a moment to think. “Almost a year now, I think. I’m not certain, though. It’s hard to keep track of the days.”
Alan whistled. “That sure is a long time to be traveling. Where’d you start from?”
“Fallarbor. I lived there with my father, before he passed. I started this journey shortly after he died.”
“I see. Well, if you ever come back this way again, feel free to drop by,” Alan offered.
“I’ll take you up on that, for sure. Nothing beats catching up with old friends after a long while.”
Alan nodded in agreement. “I’ll agree with you on that one. Best of luck on your journey, Marcus.”
“Best of luck, indeed.”
-UselessBytes
CONTENTS
Session 1 - Wanderer
Session 2 - Victim
Session 3 - Dreamer
I, unfortunately, have been burdened with the great task of recording my research for mankind to one day study, in hopes that it may help them understand the dire situation we, humanity, had placed ourselves in. Perhaps, along the way, those who read my work will also come to understand the man who unknowingly freed us from our self made doom.
Session 1
Wanderer
Wanderer
Alan frowned as he looked at the hole in the roof of the small building he called home, watching the ever present rain splash against the shingles and slip into the hole, slowly filling his abode with water.
Alan pulled his jacket tighter, fending off the wet chill of the rain. He glanced over at the pile of damp lumber that sat behind his home, ready to be used in case of an emergency like the one he currently was facing. He removed his wrinkled hands from his jacket pockets, sighing, and headed over to the pile. He bent down and took hold of a piece, struggling to lift it.
He tried for several minutes to hoist the large beam onto his shoulder before admitting defeat and slipped down onto his knees. He stared numbly at the pile of lumber that had so easily bested him and cursed his growing age and waning strength. Perhaps, he thought, he could still salvage some valuables from his home before it was completely flooded, and make his way towards Mauville. Maybe he could find shelter there.
Sighing as he gave in, Alan pulled himself off of the ground. He had been a fool to think he could survive alone in his old age. He should have abandoned the dilapidated house years ago, and now he was paying for it. He turned to the door, and resigned himself to search for anything he’d need to make his way to Mauville.
“Hello there! You look like you could use some help.”
Alan turned around with a start, catching sight of a man some distance away. He peered through the rain, trying to make out the man’s features. He wore a simple white rain jacket, and a damp pair of blue jeans.
As the man drew closer, Alan could start to make out his features. His skin was pale, as was most everyone’s, due to the never ending cloud cover. His face was warm and friendly, despite the strings of dark, wet hair that hung in front of the man’s face. On his shoulder sat a Pokémon that Alan didn’t quite recognize. It was small and slug-like in nature, and its glistening skin was a soft blue, the same color as the rain itself.
The man walked up to him, his eyes scanning the scene behind Alan. He frowned. “That’s quite the hole,” the man said. “I do hope you intend to fix it.”
Alan paused for a moment, and then shook his head. “I’m afraid I can’t. I’ve gotten too weak in my old age to do much about it.” He sighed. “I was a fool to try and live out here alone much longer. I suppose this is ol’ mother nature’s way of tellin’ me it’s time to move on.”
The man frowned again. “Well, that’s no good. I take it you grew up here, in this house?”
Alan nodded. He’d lived in the building all his life.
The man took another long look at the hole in the roof. “I’d say you’re wrong.”
“Excuse me?”
The man’s frown turned into a smile. “You’ve called this place home for so long. What right does anyone or anything have to take that away from you? No right, I’d say.” The man plucked the slug-like Pokémon, which so far had merely been observing, and placed it at his feet. “Now, try and stay out of the way, Shellos. I don’t want you getting hurt.” The Pokémon, Shellos, let out a happy squeak, and slithered off towards a puddle, in which it began to splash around and play.
The man’s smile widened. “There’s a simple joy in the way Pokémon behave, don’t you think?”
Alan shook his head. “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never owned one.”
“I see. I don’t believe I ever have either.”
Alan paused, confused. Didn’t own any Pokémon? The man clearly did, the small one he’d called Shellos was proof of that.
The man chuckled at Alan’s reaction. “I get that look a lot, I’m afraid. Shellos isn’t mine. In fact, he’s never been in a Pokéball. He just seems to like me enough to stick around. Should he choose to, he could just leave, and I’d have no right to stop him. By the way, I never caught your name.”
Alan jumped at the chance to steer away from the man’s strange philosophy. “The name’s Alan.”
“Alan. A nice name. Mine’s Marcus.”
“Well, nice to meet ya, Marcus.” Alan stuck out his hand to shake and Marcus took it.
“Well, now that we’re introduced, what do you say we get to work, Alan?”
Alan once again paused. “Pardon?”
Marcus gestured to hole in Alan’s roof. “I did say you looked like you could use some help didn’t you?”
Alan was stunned. “You’re tellin’ me you’re gonna try and patch up that hole?” he asked.
Marcus nodded. “More or less. I could use your help, if you’re willing.”
Alan quickly nodded. “I gotta say, I’ve never met a stranger so eager to help someone else.”
Marcus sighed. “Most people aren’t so helpful, I’ll admit. It makes me sad. Selfish people make for a dreary world, and I daresay this rain makes the world dreary enough.” He bent down and hoisted a beam of wood onto his shoulder. “Now Alan, you wouldn’t happen to have a ladder, would you?”
* * *
Alan grunted as he and Marcus lifted the last of the wooden beams into place and nailed it down, sealing off the once-gaping hole in Alan’s roof. Alan took a step back from their work, admiring it. “I’d say it’ll hold pretty well, at least until I can get a professional out here to fix it up for good. I can’t thank you enough, Marcus.”
Marcus smiled, putting down the hammer he’d been holding. “It was nothing. I was happy to help.”
Alan sighed. “At least I don’t have to abandon this old place, now. It means so much to me, and I almost let it all go. Thanks for talkin’ some sense into me. Now I won’t have to move into Mauville.”
Marcus perked up upon hearing the words. “Mauville? Is it near here?”
Alan nodded. “It’s a half day’s walk north. You can’t miss it. That where you’re headed?”
“Yes. I won’t be staying for long, though. I’ll just be passing through,” Marcus said, staring in the city’s direction.
“Well,” Alan said, “if you don’t mind me askin’, where are you gonna end up?”
Marcus paused for a moment. “I’m not sure. I’m just wandering, for the time being. Walking the Earth, one might say.”
Alan frowned. “Well, I won’t say it’s not strange. How do you make a livin’, if all you do is wander?”
Marcus shrugged. “Odd jobs, mostly. It’s not hard to sustain yourself when Pokémon Centers offer free lodging, after all.”
“I guess I didn’t consider that. Though, it’s gettin’ a little late. You probably won’t make it to Mauville before the day is out, I’d guess. You’re welcome to stay the night here, if you’d like.”
Marcus smiled. “I think I’ll take you up on that. Thank you, Alan. It’ll be nice to have shelter from the rains for the night.” Marcus looked up at the sky. He reached up and pulled down the hood of his jacket, letting the rain soak into his hair. Alan chuckled. This Marcus sure was one strange man.
“Do you think they’ll ever stop, Alan?”
“Huh?”
“The rains,” Marcus explained. “They’ve always been here, right? Never stopping? Surely they have to stop sometime.”
Alan shook his head. “I doubt it. I’ve never seen ‘em stop, all sixty eight years of my life. Rain, day in and day out. That’s just the way the world is, I guess.”
Marcus sighed. “That’s horribly bleak. I’d like to imagine the world has something more to it than endless rain. Something more than a constant fight for survival. Surely the world has something to look forward to other than endlessly drowning.”
“Y’know, Marcus, I don’t think I’ve met anyone who asks as many questions as you seem to.”
Marcus smiled again. “I get that a lot. Now, let’s get off this roof and out of the rain.”
* * *
Alan poured out a second mug of coffee and placed it on the table in front of Marcus, who took it and drank eagerly.
“I’m afraid I don’t have anything for that little one,” Alan said, gesturing to Shellos, who was happily squirming around under the chair that Marcus sat in.
Marcus shrugged. “It’s okay. Shellos is tougher than he looks. He can go for a couple more hours without anything.” Shellos let out a squeak, as if to affirm Marcus’s statement. “I won’t stay for long, though. I’ll be heading out as soon as it’s light out.”
Alan chuckled. “That’s a shame. I’ve got a ton of other housework you could’ve done.”
Marcus laughed as well. “I’m afraid I can’t help you with that. I can’t stay in one place for too long. I might get too comfortable and give up traveling altogether!”
Alan let out a hearty laugh. “We wouldn’t want that, would we?”
Marcus shook his head. “No, no we wouldn’t, friend.”
“Friend, eh? Good to know someone I’ve barely met considers me a friend. I don’t have many of those left nowadays.”
“Everyone’s friends, deep down,” Marcus commented. “At least, that’s what I think. I find that if you look hard enough, there’s something to admire and treasure in everyone.”
“I sure will miss your little philosophy lessons, Marcus.”
Marcus smiled. “Really? I’ve been told they’re exhausting more times than I can count.”
“Hey now, I never said they weren’t.”
The two men laughed, and continued to chat as Marcus stared out the window into the ever familiar rain. He watched as it splashed against the ground, against the window panes, against the leaves in the trees, and against the whole world around him.
As the whole world drowned, Marcus did his best to stay afloat, picking up stragglers like Shellos along the way. Yes, the whole world drowned, but Marcus refused to let it.
“Do you know why I help people, Alan?” he asked.
“Can’t say I do.”
“Because this world is drowning. Not just in the rain, but in it’s own misery and selfishness. People only look out for themselves these days. There’s not much I can do to change that, but if I can help just a few people, I feel like I’ve made some progress in the right direction. It’s a hopeless struggle, but I keep it up. It’s what keeps me going.”
“You know, Marcus, the world could use some more people like you. If I were thirty years younger, I might’ve just joined you on your little journey.”
“I appreciate the thought, Alan. It’s good to know someone cares.”
Alan looked up at the patched hole above his head. “I’m sure there are others that do, Marcus. If I’ve learned anything in my life about people, it’s that there’s all types of ‘em out there. You’re proof of that I’d say. It’s just a matter of finding them.”
“A matter of finding them…” Marcus muttered, fidgeting with the mug in his hands. “Maybe I’ll end up finding some of them.”
“Maybe you will,” Alan said. “Say, Marcus, how long have you been travelin’?”
Marcus paused for a moment to think. “Almost a year now, I think. I’m not certain, though. It’s hard to keep track of the days.”
Alan whistled. “That sure is a long time to be traveling. Where’d you start from?”
“Fallarbor. I lived there with my father, before he passed. I started this journey shortly after he died.”
“I see. Well, if you ever come back this way again, feel free to drop by,” Alan offered.
“I’ll take you up on that, for sure. Nothing beats catching up with old friends after a long while.”
Alan nodded in agreement. “I’ll agree with you on that one. Best of luck on your journey, Marcus.”
“Best of luck, indeed.”
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