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Morning After

You regretted absolutely nothing and everything all at once. Your head was ringing and the beating sun was oddly cold on your face as you tried to roll over. Whatever you were on was even colder than the wind hitting you. You groaned into the material before finally sitting up and running a hand through the tangles on top of your head.

Your vision was blurry for a moment as you blinked away the sleep. Your stomach churned uncomfortably, but you’d be damned if you let the hangover win and become sick for the entire day. You took a few deep breaths, willing the nausea away and it kind of worked. 

You then opened your eyes and noticed white…a lot of it. In fact, it surrounded you and for a moment you forgot you were in Hisui. Your heart leapt out of your chest as you realized you were in the icelands and looked down at your hands.

You had very big gloves on and some kind of coat that you knew damn well you never owned in your life. Your pants were also built to keep you nice and warm and you were so confused. Then you heard a male voice groan out and you turned to see both Emmet and Ingo. Emmet was slowly coming to, while Ingo was still lying dead on the sheet of ice you guys were on.

“Em…met?” You murmured, still coming to terms. He was in the same kind of warm attire that you adorned, as did Ingo. Only difference being they had their conductors jackets on over it, keeping them extra warm.

Emmet perked up at hearing your voice. He turned to you with a dopey smile, one side completely red from his face laying on ice all night. He waved, looking just as bad as you no doubt, but still relaxed. He always did handle the hangovers better than you and Ingo.

“Where are we?” Emmet asked and you shrugged. You looked around and noticed you guys were in a familiar looking ravine, but your clouded memory wasn’t getting you anywhere. Emmet rubbed his face and a chunk of hair that was on his chin flew away.

This gave you both pause as you watched the white tuft fly away with the wind. He had leftover fluff on his chin that he grabbed and inspected. It looked and felt just like his hair and poor Emmet panicked. He felt around his head, noticing all his hair was still attached.

“Where did this come from?” Emmet said under his breath. You guys paused again before turning to Ingo. You…you guys wouldn’t have. You both slowly walked over to him, and unshockingly enough, you guys noticed his little facial hair was missing. You looked back at Emmet with panicked eyes as you realized that at some point, Ingo’s little goatee was shaved off then glued to Emmet’s face.

“What do we do…do we wake him? Do we tell him ? Or do we just let him…figure it out?” You said as you looked at poor Ingo. He did look a little better without the facial hair, you’d admit, but that was mainly because it made him look younger again. The bags under his eyes had disappeared after you and Emmet came back to his life, but the goatee was really aging him.

Ingo groaned and you both shuffled back, worried. Ingo was always calm by nature, but when he was pissed…now that was terrifying. True anger came in silence, something you had learned long ago.

Ingo immediately was clutching his aching head as he winced at the bright sun bearing down on you guys. You dropped to your knees, looking him over. It had been a while since he last drank, and this might’ve been the first hangover he can remember.

Ingo’s face went green almost instantly and you knew to back away. Ingo scrambled to the edge of the cliff you were on and you looked away and plugged your ears. Once he was done. Emmet shook your shoulder so you could look at them again.

“Ingo…you good bro?” You asked as he was wiping his mouth. He groaned, looking over at you with squinted eyes. Clearly they were still sensitive to the light as he tried to figure out what happened.

“What did we do last night?” Ingo murmured as he went to play with the tuft on his chin, only to realize it was smooth. “What did I do last night?”

“Good question, brother!” Emmet said a bit too loud and everyone winced.

“First we should figure out where we are . I know we’re in the Alabaster Icelands…” You said before a booming voice projected across the cold landscape.

“I might be able to help you with that!” You all turned to see Gaeric off in the distance, off the ice plane you three were currently on.

“Gaeric?” You called out, standing and walking over to the edge. You’d probably have to get Braviary to help you three off this ice block. That’s when the ground shook and you screeched, collapsing and sliding down the plane. Then you landed and noticed something.

Eyeballs. Two of them, spread apart. Staring up at you. 

Oh.

You were on Lord Avalugg.

Poggers.

Recalling the Night

“So Dialga…that’s why we need you to use your powers in time to help us figure out what we did last night.” You said to the giant pokemon in front of you. You, Ingo, and Emmet had managed to sober up enough to get back to the mainland and were now in a secluded area in the Coronet Highlands.

The pokemon looked at you as though you had grown another head. You just needed to know if you guys had done anything illegal or possibly harmful to the locals. You know…before you showed your face back in Jubilife or to any of the clan members.

Gaeric had found the entire thing comical, claiming that after finding you he thought the best thing to do was have Lord Avalugg watch over you three. Which is why you three woke up on the giant lord. Poor Ingo hadn’t exactly calmed down over the thought of getting sick on one of the noble pokemon, but that was just life. Sometimes you made horrible mistakes and had to be mortified at the thought for the rest of your life. It was fine .

You could hear Dialga’s voice being projected into your mind, “ You wish to revisit the night before…as a spectator to your own actions?”

“That’s exactly what I need. I did save your ass, after all. And imma be dealing with the other one pretty soon. Please? I gotta make sure.” You said, tugging at Dialga’s leg.

Dialga almost looked like is sighed, it’s entire body going slack for a moment. “ If it’s what you wish, I shall grant you this one chance. However, don’t be mistaken that I shall do it every time you lose yourself to drink.”

“I promise I won’t come to expect it.” You lied, batting your eyelashes. Dialga clearly didn’t seem to believe you, but it allowed it anyway. In a mere moment, you were collapsing next to Dialga. The twins, who had only been watching the interaction from afar, went to catch you. Sadly, they too went into the same trance, being forced to watch their actions of the previous night.

Flashback

The three of you all took shots, much to the horror of everyone around you. You choked a bit on the bitter taste of tequila, knowing this stuff wasn’t as filtered as the one back home. It had a stronger taste that burned your tongue and throat. Ingo had a straight face the entire time, but you could see the corner of his eyes watering.

Emmet just laughed jovially, loving the burn as he looked at you two, “Well, let’s dance!” Emmet was grabbing both your hands. 

Now the music for the festival, while good, wasn’t nearly as…club-esque as you guys were used to. You and Emmet, while being horrible dances while drunk, still knew how to pop it to the beat. When the beat was too cutesy though, or more traditional, it was hard to throw it back.

You could feel the drink setting into your bones, your movements flowing like water. You were light as you bounced around Emmet and Ingo. You were jumping around a bit, trying to get the blood flowing.

“We gotta change this music.” Emmer said, humming to himself.

“How…it’s live music?” You pointed out and Emmet smirked. He stumbled over to where the instruments were and you already knew it was gonna be bad. Emmet didn’t know how to play any instruments. Still, he had far more sake than you, and you were certain his cup was filled higher than yours with tequila.

He chuckled, starting to strum some string instrument while humming a tune that you recognized instantly. Emmet was soon switching to the drums, knowing he could at least get the beat right on those.

“Never take an L no more~” You murmured, swaying to the crude drumming. Ingo was next to you swaying as well, “Never take a damn thing slow~” You sang a bit louder.

“All I know is to chase this dough~” Emmet sang and you both were now laughing. Your hips were doing its own thing and Ingo seemed to just slow with it. You had a few people giving you odd looks, but you weren’t loud enough to draw too much attention.

“And make money~” You and Emmet sang. Soon you guys were singing along to ‘Betty’ while Ingo broke out the flute and went with your singing.

“Damn, Emmet, you so vicious! You so clean, so delicious! How come you ain't got no misses? Count the paper, count the riches!” You shouted at Emmet. You guys had gone from not being so loud to soon drawing a mini crowd. Apparently you three didn’t sound too bad as you continued belting out lyrics.

You guys had devolved into a laughing fit at that one and you noticed Ingo had stopped playing and was smiling and laughing too. His laugh almost made drunk you tear up as you walked over to him. You wrapped your arms around him and sighed into his chest, inhaling his scent.

“We gotta shave your face!” You declared and Ingo gave you a confused look.

“I am Emmet, and I agree!” Emmet said, pointing at his brother’s chin. You bit Emmet’s finger without hesitation and he yelped, curling his finger closer to his body after.

“Why?” Ingo said, pouting as he did so.

“Because now I can tell who is who without looking at your jackets and it’s weird…oh let’s get Arezu to do it!” You said, grabbing both their hands and dragging them around the village. It wasn't hard to find the redhead and you smiled over at her. “Arezu!”

Arezu turned, a small flush on her cheeks as she clearly was drinking as well. Was she as far gone as you three? Absolutely not. Was she still easily influenced by Emmet? Absolutely. 

You three soon found yourselves sitting in the closed down hair salon. You spun in one of the chairs while Ingo leaned back in the barbering chair. Arezu was lathering her hands and chatting with you three, laughing merrily at the jokes you spewed.

She had tossed the shaving cream on Ingo’s face as she got the straight razor, leaning over him. 

“Arezu, have you ever just thought of like…straddling a client while shaving their face?” You said, hiccuping at the end. Arezu started laughing, moving the sharp object away from Ingo’s face while she calmed down.

“Maybe?” She said before thinking, “There was this time that Adaman wanted to try facial hair and was letting me do it and…oh the temptation.” She admitted.

“Oh man, I get that. Adaman is so yummy.” You said as Arezu started shaving Ingo’s face. In a few precise swipes she had it done. You looked at the hair left after she wiped her razor off on a towel. You couldn’t help but pick it up and turn to Emmet.

“Emmet?” You said, getting his attention.

Emmet snapped out of his transfer, and turned to you, “I am Emmet and I wasn’t thinking about Adaman just now.” 

“You gave yourself away, babe. We can tag team him later.” Arezu snorted at your statement, “In the meantime…dude…we should glue this to your face!” You said, showing him the wet hair. Emmet grimaced and shook his head.

“No…it has shaving cream on it.” He said and you giggled.

“Ingo…will you donate some of your ponytail for Emmet’s facial hair?” You asked, shaking Ingo a bit as he started dozing off in the chair.

“I thought you wanted us to look alike again.” Ingo said, confused since he shaved his face for it.

“Ya but now I can’t tell you apart…other than your horrible posture.” You pointed out without hesitation.

Ingo was silent for a moment before nodding, “Agreed.” He said before his voice was booming, “Arezu, please cut off some of my hair and out it on Emmet’s face!”

Arezu looked between you three drunkards before she sighed.

“Alright fine…but no getting mad at me tomorrow.” She said, sitting Ingo up and grabbing her shears. After letting Ingo’s hair down she snipped off some of the ends before tying it back up. Barely fit in the hair tie and Ingo took it out, deciding it wasn’t worth it.

Arezu then looked at Emmet, who had somehow found a sticky bomb and was deconstructing it for some of the sap. They managed to glue the hair horribly and you laughed at Emmet.

“Beautiful…oh we should show someone who had beautiful facial hair as well!” You said and Ingo pointed at you.

“Then we shall go to none other than Gaeric!” Ingo shouted. You saw his finger. You zeroed in. You lunged. Sadly a swift karate chop to the top of your head stopped you and Ingo froze, his hand in midair after whacking you. 

“I am so sorry!” Ingo cried out, not knowing why he did that.

“Hahahaha!” Emmet was wheezing, “Out of all the things you could’ve unconsciously remembered with muscle memory…it was hitting them when they tried to bite you!” Emmet couldn’t stop laughing.

“Why’d you gotta remember you did that?” You shouted. Arezu, a bit shocked at the normally composed warden, coughed into her hand.

“Uh…how about we get some fresh air.” She said, finally realizing just how gone you guys were. You all stumbled out of the hair salon and looked around.

Arezu bid you guys farewell before she headed back to the party. The experience was sobering for her, and she was planning on being sober for the rest of the night in fear she might end up like you three.

You looked at the two boys before remembering what you guys were doing. “Okay…so Gaeric…we gotta be prepared for the cold then!” You huffed and looked around. Emmet’s hand landed on your head as he turned your head to the tailor shop next door.

“They ain’t there.” Emmet said and Ingo coughed.

“We can’t steal though.” Ingo reminded you two who nodded.

“It’s not stealing…we’re borrowing…we will leave a note and money. Come on.” You said, tugging them. Thankfully the door was unlocked as the lady who owned it trusted the village. She was currently enjoying the party, and wouldn’t be back for some time.

You three began shuffling through things, soon landing on matching outfits for the cold. You all but tossed your clothes off as you put it on, the twins following suit. As soon as you were all dressed, you wrote a note:

“ Taylor…Trailer…TAILOR dear…

We need clothes. Money. Here. Peace.

Smooches!

-Hero”

“Perfect.” You said, tossing far too much money on the table. You three stumbled out of the shop without being seen. That’s when you left the village after using smoke bombs on the poor guards who were tasked at watching the gates during the party.

Soon you were on Braviary, flying to wherever Gaeric probably was, not remembering he had been at the party as well. 

Present Day

“So…we stole clothes…cut and shaved Ingo…and flew to the icelands where Gaeric found us on his way back from the party…?” You concluded. Ingo groaned into his hands, not liking what he was hearing.

“We should…probably apologize to a few people.” Emmet finally said.

“Probably…at least we didn’t do anything to Kamado!” You said, Unbeknownst to you, Dialga had cut out some of the night. The omnipotent being decided you didn’t need to remember certain details. Specifically, you trying to fist fight the buzzed commander who lifted you up like a bug and handed you to Ingo who took you to find Arezu.

You didn’t need to remember.

And honestly the commander would rather forget it happened as well.

Helping Volo

“So these plates…weren’t made for eating on?” You said, holding a giant stack of them in front of you. Volo and Cogita paused, looking you over and trying to see if you were serious. You were .

“No…these are ancient plates that tell the story of ancient Hisui as well as many legends.” Cogita said slowly. You and Emmet hummed, looking the plates over. You wiped off a crumb from one of them before coughing into you fist.

“Of course…so we just need to find the rest then? I assume you have leads?” You asked and Volo smiled. He placed a hand on the small of your back as Cogita explained everything. You could practically hear Emmet and Ingo’s teeth grinding at Volo touching you. It was no secret that none of you guys trusted the man, so him touching you was off limits.

Once Cogita had told you all the locations, you left the little hut and Volo was the first to speak. “So if we find all the plates…we’ll finally get to meet Arceus.” Volo hummed thoughtfully, “I have my own avenues of research I wish to pursue. You three should follow what Mistress Cogita said.”

“With pleasure!” Emmet said, already preparing to drag you away from the man.

“Arceus…the creator of Hisui…” Volo murmured, “I wonder what kind of pokemon he is.”

“One that doesn’t know how to speak normally…” You grumbled as you were then dragged away by the brothers before Volo could ask you to elaborate anything else.

Not-Dinner Plates

“We have literally captured every legend in Hisui.” You said, looking down at Regi’s pokeball. Even Ingo and Emmet hadn’t expected everything you guys had done. You guessed catching them for research wasn’t exactly going to be bad for the environment.

Your pokemon team couldn’t be sent back in time, so no doubt when you went back home the legends you captured would be released once more. Perhaps put into hibernation, or just hidden from the world. Either way, it wasn’t your problem. You’d research the pokemon you had in the meantime.

“So it looks like those were all the plates you were tasked with finding.” Ingo said, looking at the blank plate he held in his hand.

“I am Emmet and I say we have all we need!” Emmet said excitedly. It was no secret you guys had managed to capture and research all the pokemon in hisui at this point. It had been around four months since you fought Dialga and Palkia, so it was more than enough time.

“All that’s left is to summon Arceus and go home…” You said with a sigh.

Adaman looked at your group with an unreadable expression. “Are you sure you guys need to go back?” Adaman finally asked. It caused your group to pause for a moment before you sighed.

“We left without even saying goodbye to our family and friends. We just…disappeared. Just like Ingo did all those years ago.” You said, looking at said man.

“Not to mention we have…interesting friends. I wouldn’t put it past Elesa to find Arceus and also get sent here if we don’t come back.” Emmet said with a fond smile. You guys really did miss your family, as well as your pokemon team. You were certain Emmet was always thinking about his little hoard of Joltiks back home.

“I see…you guys will be returning to say goodbye before heading out, right?” Adaman asked and you smiled.

“Don’t worry, we won't leave without saying goodbye. Besides, we still need to speak with Cogita about the plates then head to the mountain.” You explained. Adaman paused as he thought over your words.

“The mountain where we went against Almighty Dialga?” He asked and you nodded.

“We’ve met Arceus before. It’s how we got sent here, after all. We had to do something for him…something we haven’t finished yet. But the mountain…Mount Coronet and the Sinnoh Temple. It’s where this all began and no doubt where we’ll have our grand finale.” You admitted. Emmet paused, knowing what that meant.

Giratina.

You’d have to go against that monster once more and the thought made Emmet’s blood run cold. Last time you fought him you almost perished. He hadn’t been there; once Giratina arrived it was like a portal had opened that only you could pass through. 

When you came too, you were bloodied and in the hospital with Emmet by your side. Emmet had seen the mist disappear and your body just laid there in a puddle of your own blood. He had to drag you down the mountain himself and he almost lost you.

Ingo could sense his brother’s apprehension. He knew he’d have to talk about it soon, but he didn’t know how to bring it up. Anytime this thing was mentioned, it was like a dark cloud passed over his twin.

“Well…we best be off to see Mistress Cogita then. We’ll return to the village later tonight though, don’t worry.” You assured Adaman.

“We’ll be waiting for you then.” Adaman said and you couldn’t help the chuckle. It would probably be your last night in Hisui, after all. You were so close to going home.

Sleep Over

“So that’s what happened.” Ingo said, looking serious in thought. You guys were in your home over in Jubilife, the one you and Emmet had declared your base for the time being. You all sat around the little firespit, explaining the last time you went against Giratina.

“Yup…that’s the story.” You murmured, your hand going over the scar. You were terrified of going up against this thing again…but you knew you had to. Your main concern however were the twins. No way in hell would they let you go off by yourself to fight him. The thought of them getting injured because you couldn't handle yourself made your blood run cold.

“Which is why Ingo and I will handle it.” Emmet finally said and you paused.

“Like hell you are. We do this together at the very least.” You grumbled, crossing your arms. You couldn’t believe Emmet would have the audacity to try and do this without you. Well…you were absolutely planning on doing this yourself anyway but still!

“No, you’re staying here while we do that, then when Giratina is all dealt with we’ll grab you and head off to go home.” Emmet said and you glared.

“I…have to agree with my brother. You almost died last time. We can’t have that happening again.” Ingo said, grabbing your hand and giving it a squeeze.

“Absolutely not!” You said, groaning and standing up. You looked down at the two of them before getting to go make some more tea. You guys had to come up with a plan as you mixed the herbs together.

“We just don’t want you getting hurt again.” Emmet tried to coax you but you just glared.

“The feeling is mutual.” You stated, coming over with the drinks, “I already fought Giratina. I know what to expect. You guys haven’t. If all three of us go against him, with my experience, we have a better chance.”

Ingo just rubbed his temples, not knowing what to do. Both sides had good reasons for why they wanted to take him on like this, but he couldn’t help the protective nature of himself. If he had a choice, he’d leave them both behind and take it down himself. That way neither of them got injured. Besides, they were here because of him.

The boys sipped on their tea while thinking on what to do. You leaned against the wall grumpily that they wouldn’t just listen to you when it came to this matter. Then it happened. The boys felt their eyelids getting heavier as you watched them slowly begin falling asleep.

Emmet looked at you as he realized exactly what you had done. He grimaced as he knew the call of sleep would be taking over him soon.

“You drugged us with sleep powder?” He said before just collapsing. Ingo soon fell after and you dragged them over to the one bed in the entire room (rest in pieces Emmet’s original bed that was blasted to smithereens due to an angry Luxray).

“Alright…you guys just stay here for the night. I’ll be back in the morning and I’ll take you guys home…alright.”

Fighting to the End

The entire time you traveled to the mountain peak, you felt dreadful. Knowing you drugged your two best friends would put anyone on edge, in your opinion. Still, you had to find Volo and then take care of business.

When you saw the Ginkgo guild member at the summit, you sighed. You’d probably have to fight him. 

It was a funny thing, something that you doubted Emmet would’ve picked up on since he wasn’t there. Giratina had a certain air to him at all times. Almost this foggy and murky feeling that tended to linger.

When you met Volo, you had the exact same feeling. At first you weren’t sure, but as time passed on it was clear as day. It had already been proven when Palkia possessed Irida to speak to you guys, that they could possess someone.

Volo, this entire time, hadn’t really been himself. He was under the influence of Giratina this entire time, you were certain. So when you landed your braviary and greeted him, it was suffocating. 

Volo claimed there was a lack of Giratina there, but you knew better. He lingered on the summit, his energy coming off almost everything. You swore the aura around Volo was darker than normal as well. Stronger .

“You can give it up…you know.” You said, cutting Volo off his little rant.

“Pardon?” He asked, not knowing what you were getting at.

“Giratina’s been here this entire time…right Volo? His energy is always enveloping you in the mist.” You said and Volo’s face fell. “Come on, let’s get this over with. Who do I have to fight first? You…or him ?”

It ended up being Volo and the entire battle you were screaming inside. Not just because of what was to come, but the moment you saw that fucking Garchomp you almost rushed Volo and yeeted him off the mountain.

The battle was hard and by the time you finally fainted his last pokemon, your team was exhausted. You’d probably have to regroup at the end of all this before you fought Giratina.

Or so you thought. Then the world seemed to shift, your entire body going rigid once the mist settled in. It was him…and you didn't have enough pokemon healthy enough to take him on. Last time you had to just fight him. There was no Volo. Your team went into it healthy.

You saw Giratina emerging from the portal and you swallowed the lump in your throat. This was bad. This was very, very bad. Then you heard something in the distance. Your name being shouted.

You turned in time to see Emmet and Ingo rushing up to your side. You were shocked yet relieved once you knew there was still hope.

“Guys…you made it?” You asked in awe. You thought they’d still be asleep at this point, but it seemed they were too stubborn to let the sleep powder keep them out for too long.

“Yes, we made it. We will be discussing the drugging later as well.” Ingo said, glaring at you. You gave a sheepish laugh while looking away from them. That wasn’t going to be a fun conversation, you were certain.

“So it appears the future trio managed to make their way here.” Volo said, “That’s fine. Giratina will wipe you out before you even know it!”

“When did he turn into a bad guy?” Emmet said, whispering in your ear.

“Like the entire time…I thought you knew?” You said; you knew Emmet had a grudge against him from the moment you laid eyes on one another.

“Ya, because he was flirting with you.” Emmet pointed out and Ingo nodded.

“Obviously.” Ingo noted and you paused.

“I…fuck it we have more important things to attend to…like that .” You said, looking at Giratina. This would be the first time Emmet actually saw the fiend that almost killed you. He was pissed as he sent out his first pokemon. This battle was going to be intense…probably.

Final Partings

You guys had done it. Somehow, Giratina was defeated for good . You stared at the void that he fell into, and the flute in your hands. You stared off as you realized this was it…you finally got to go home. How long had you been in these lands? A year now? How many years searching for Ingo and it was coming to an end at last. You could continue living your life once again.

Volo’s shoulder grazed your own as he left the summit, leaving just the three of you on the mountain top.

“So…this is the key to getting home?” Ingo asked, looking over the flute.

“Ya…this is it. We can go home now. We’ve done everything Arceus has asked.” You said as you looked at the boys. It just felt so surreal.

“Don’t think you’re running off so fast!” A booming voice broke through the silence. You three turned and there they were. Wardens, Clan Leaders, Researchers…everyone who helped you to this point. Adaman smiled, walking over to you three.

“You said you’d say goodbye before leaving for good. After I saw you guys heading here, I gathered everyone I could.” He admitted.

“Adaman…thank you.” You said, feeling sentimental. You looked at the crowd who had all gathered there. Even Melli who was looking stubborn, and Kamado who was almost sheepish stood there. Akari and Rei looked ready to cry as they ran up to you, enveloping you in a hug.

Cyllenes walked over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder, “We can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done since coming here. A stranger to this land.” She said and you just chuckled.

“All in a days work…right?” You asked.

You watched Irida walk up, accompanied by Lady Sneasler herself. They approached Ingo who seemed to be taking a moment to gather himself.

“Ingo…thank you as well. For all you’ve done to help the clan, and Lady Sneasler. The Pearl Clan will miss you.” Irida said and Lady Sneasler let out a cry. A small Sneasel waddled up, making a grabby motion to be picked up by Ingo.

“If Arceus allows you to take her…Lady Sneasler wants her descendants to live on.” She said and turned to you, “You said that the Hisuian Sneasels no longer existed…perhaps by taking this one it can continue to thrive?”

“If Arceus allows it, we’d love to take this little one home.” You said, looking at Ingo cradling the small pokemon.

“So this is it? The final goodbye?” Laventon said, in tears as he looked at his favorite researcher.

“Yup…we have a lot of people waiting for us. I’m sure they’ll love to hear all about you guys.” You said, scratching your head.

“I am Emmet and I will make sure to tell tales of Hisui and all its people!” Emmet announced, making everyone laugh.

“Guess there’s only one thing left to do…” You said before putting the flute up to your mouth.

Home Sweet Home

When you three came to, it was to a very familiar location. You stared off in the distance, looking over Unova from the seats of a Ferris Wheel. Ingo was clutching his head, in pain as you and Emmet swarmed in.

“Ingo, is everything okay?” You asked, frantically trying to figure out what was wrong. The basket you guys were in reached the end and one of the attendants looked at you three curiously. Before they could speak, asking when you three got on and clearly recognizing you, you were rushing off with Ingo and Emmet.

You three ended up in one of the many fields scattering Unova. Ingo was silent the entire time, making you and Emmet worried.

“Ingo?” You said softly.

“I…I’m remembering.” He said softly. The words rang through you and your heart soared. You immediately were hugging him, sobbing into his chest. “I remember you guys.”

“You remember?” Emmet asked hopefully.

“Some…not everything. It’s slowly coming back though.” Ingo said, nodding his head. You felt like you were on cloud nine right now as you held his hand.

“So…what do we do now?” You asked, turning to them.

“I think…there’s a certain blonde who will be wanting to see us. Not to mention she has out team with her.” Emmet said and you chuckled.

“Well…her house isn’t too far of a walk.” You said, helping Ingo up and watching him slouch even now. Emmet was quick to slap his brother’s back harshly, making Ingo collapse in pain.

“Emmet…what the fuck?” You asked as you began helping Ingo back up. Poor man was clutching his back that was abused by his brother.

“Now that we’re back and he remembered…his slouching really annoys me.” Emmet said and you groaned.

“Oh sweet Arc…alright. Let’s go home…and maybe find Ingo a Chiropractor.” You murmured, bumping your hip against Ingo once he was standing.

“You two are still so cruel.” Ingo murmured, making you laugh.

“Ya…but you were the one who came with us…Ingo…is Sneasel in your jacket right now?” You asked, noticing the small pokemon that was no doubt awe struck at the new world.

“We will discuss our new child later, come on; to Elesa’s!” Ingo said, brushing off your comment, “ALL ABOARD!”