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Very Short

Chapter 7: Realization

A teardrop falls from Oaks tear-filled eyes onto the picture. The old man doesn't bother to wipe the tears from his face.

Oliver is stunned 'Whu-what? W-was what he j-just told me r-real?' he sees the pain in the old man's face and frowns, 'It must be real, the part about the boys dying anyway. I can see that he's really hurting from losing the boys…I just hope they really didn't die like that…' Oliver shudders at the vivid death scene that played in his head.

"Now you know." Oak said softly, "The world we live in is just a game for humans. Both you and I and everyone in this world for the matter, are fake."

I narrowed my eyes, "Fake? How can you say that?" I jumped to my feet and Oak stared at me with red, puffy eyes, "Look, you're crying right? You can feel things and so can I!" I held out my wounded paws for emphasis, "How does this not make us real?"

Oak smiled weakly, "It makes us fake because the real world is outside of this one." Oak pointed to the ceiling, "The human face in the sky is where the real world is."

I put my arms to my sides, "The real world? What does that mean?"

Oak closed his eyes causing more tears to fall from his face, "It is the way it sounds." He said simply.

I raised a brow and crossed my arms over my chest, "You still haven't told me who Arceus is or why he doesn't have enough power to keep everyone 'alive'" I demanded.

Oak opened his eyes and smiled, "Would you believe me even if I told you?"

I snorted, "It's better than no explanation at all."

Oak nodded, "Very well. The Sun is Arceus and the reason why it can't keep everyone alive is because the 'creators' made too many Pokémon games. So many that the 'life giver' can't shine a sufficient amount of light to each game, resulting in walking empty shells like your Trainer."

I looked at him skeptically, "Uh-huh. And THAT'S supposed to explain everything, right?" I said sarcastically.

Oak rubbed his eyes with his left hand and held the picture frame in the other, "Look at the face in the sky when the light comes back and ask yourself if you noticed something you didn't see before." He said without looking at me.

I opened my mouth to say something when I felt a sharp tug on my tail. I gasped in surprise, turned around, and saw nothing. I gulped 'This feels like the same weird tug when I first met Chikorita and Cyndaquil!' I turned around to ask for help and saw that Oak was gone. Before I could react, I was pulled out of the room and landed roughly on the ground next to my trainer.

I moaned, dragged my arms to my sides, pushed myself up, and wobbled to my feet. Suddenly, the Sun turned 'on' and the human face in the sky returned. I looked closely at the face and realized for the first time that the human was female, had thick spiky black hair, silver eyes, and a cluster of thick hair covering her left eye.

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Description
No Gore or Violence.

Very Short

Chapter 7: Realization

A teardrop falls from Oaks tear-filled eyes onto the picture. The old man doesn't bother to wipe the tears from his face.

Oliver is stunned 'Whu-what? W-was what he j-just told me r-real?' he sees the pain in the old man's face and frowns, 'It must be real, the part about the boys dying anyway. I can see that he's really hurting from losing the boys…I just hope they really didn't die like that…' Oliver shudders at the vivid death scene that played in his head.

"Now you know." Oak said softly, "The world we live in is just a game for humans. Both you and I and everyone in this world for the matter, are fake."

I narrowed my eyes, "Fake? How can you say that?" I jumped to my feet and Oak stared at me with red, puffy eyes, "Look, you're crying right? You can feel things and so can I!" I held out my wounded paws for emphasis, "How does this not make us real?"

Oak smiled weakly, "It makes us fake because the real world is outside of this one." Oak pointed to the ceiling, "The human face in the sky is where the real world is."

I put my arms to my sides, "The real world? What does that mean?"

Oak closed his eyes causing more tears to fall from his face, "It is the way it sounds." He said simply.

I raised a brow and crossed my arms over my chest, "You still haven't told me who Arceus is or why he doesn't have enough power to keep everyone 'alive'" I demanded.

Oak opened his eyes and smiled, "Would you believe me even if I told you?"

I snorted, "It's better than no explanation at all."

Oak nodded, "Very well. The Sun is Arceus and the reason why it can't keep everyone alive is because the 'creators' made too many Pokémon games. So many that the 'life giver' can't shine a sufficient amount of light to each game, resulting in walking empty shells like your Trainer."

I looked at him skeptically, "Uh-huh. And THAT'S supposed to explain everything, right?" I said sarcastically.

Oak rubbed his eyes with his left hand and held the picture frame in the other, "Look at the face in the sky when the light comes back and ask yourself if you noticed something you didn't see before." He said without looking at me.

I opened my mouth to say something when I felt a sharp tug on my tail. I gasped in surprise, turned around, and saw nothing. I gulped 'This feels like the same weird tug when I first met Chikorita and Cyndaquil!' I turned around to ask for help and saw that Oak was gone. Before I could react, I was pulled out of the room and landed roughly on the ground next to my trainer.

I moaned, dragged my arms to my sides, pushed myself up, and wobbled to my feet. Suddenly, the Sun turned 'on' and the human face in the sky returned. I looked closely at the face and realized for the first time that the human was female, had thick spiky black hair, silver eyes, and a cluster of thick hair covering her left eye.

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