no_ufo_ending | Room 006 [Action/ Video]

[ACTION]

[It's evening and the world is sun is sinking. Somewhere along Route 30, there is a rattled looking youth crouching in a ditch. He's got a frybasket in one hand and a poke'gear in the other. What's got him so interested is the culvert passing under the path. It's big, rusty, and full of standing water. And round. It looks like a hole. Henry is a man who knows all about holes.]

Oh, man...

[VIDEO]

[BEHOLD, JOHTO...a ditch. There's a Rattata snuffling around the far end of it with a candy bar wrapper in its teeth. The fry basket comes into view to point out the culvert. As if you didn't know what you were looking at.]

I found a hole. I'm going to tape this in case I disappear.

[He sounds more motivated about this than anything else he's spoken about so far besides beating colorful magic animals senseless with blunt objects. He puts the 'gear in his shirt pocket and starts crawling through the muck LIKE A BOSS. We see Henry's hands and occasionally his knees as he makes his way over broken sticks and trash.]

[Suddenly, an eerie sound enters the culvert.]

HOOT-HOO-HOOOOT

[BLAIRE WITCH SHAKEY TIME AWH YEAH. Henry hauls ass out of the culvert, faceplants, and manages to turn around to give his little camera a grainy, split-second look at this--

((Photo borrowed from http://www.modularconstructioninc.com/ and edited for RP purposes by me.))

-- before the feed abruptly ends.]

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It's got eyes...that's all I know. It opened once or twice when I first got here.

[He lowers Clam back down and turns him around the right way. Or what he assumes is the right way.
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It's got eyes...that's all I know. It opened once or twice when I first got here.

<sub>[He lowers Clam back down and turns him around the right way. Or what he assumes is the right way. Oh, strange shellfish pokemon. Why do you hate me?]</sub>

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<sub>I could tie it to the fry basket.</sub>

[Mordecai looks up the pokédex for the clam - Shellder, huh? Have to keep that in mind for later - before nodding to himself.]

Have you tried telling it what to do in battle? Even Roger can Tackle things, it's just easier and a lot more damaging to use him as a weapon. I mean, just 'Clamdude, Tackle that owl' or something. I've found that these things actually act like real people, so I mean, not all of them are gonna do stuff on their own.

[A bit of a smirk as he considers the fry basket idea.]

Dude, no. That basket is way too beat up. You'd wanna get a baseball bat and tape him to the end.

[YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO TEACH HENRY HOW TO USE HIS CLAM BETTER, MORDECAI, YOU ARE THE WORST TRAINER.]

_{[WELP. Since the Hole plan was a bust...learning how to Pokeymans the right way was starting to look like his only option.

Talking to a clam seemed easier than talking to people...He didn't respond to Mordecai's baseball bat idea, having suddenly become lost in thought. Or something that looked like thought.

And finally...]}

It's dark out here.

_{[Yes, Henry. Yes it is.]}

[Wow, this guy's some kind of genius.]

...Yeah. That's... probably why there's owls hiding in the sewer pipe, dude.

Why were you wandering in there again?

_{[HENRY: THE GOODEST THINKER.

He fumbles with a leaf plucked off his shirt with Clam under one arm.]}

A lot of weird things started happening at my apartment before I ended up here. One day I woke up and I was trapped inside. The only way out was this huge hole that appeared in my bathroom.

...Okay, so 'hole in bathroom', 'sewer pipe'... I guess I can see the connection. Kind of.

But think about it this way, dude. If the way out of here was that easy, don't you think someone would have thought of it already? I mean, I dunno, maybe the frybasket is a secret key to unlocking the mystery or something, but I doubt it, dude. If there was really a way out there, someone woulda found it and put signs up or something.

_{[Henry shifts Clam in his arms and carefully edges around the raise in the path that he crawled under because his backpack was on the other side. He couldn't go hole exploring and wear it at the same time.]}

I dunno...if I found the way out, I sure wouldn't come back to put up signs.

_{[He had an evil not-ghost to destroy!]}

[Hm. A point.]

Still, you'd think there'd be warnings like "WATCH OUT, PEOPLE DISAPPEAR WHEN THEY WALK IN THIS SEWER" or something. Think about how many people other than just you wanna get home that bad.

There'd probably be lines forming as soon as anyone found out where a way out was.

[Mordecai shakes his head and gives a bit of a laugh.]

Especially after the flood and the bugs. I'm almost expecting hail or for everyone's starter to just keel over or something.

[...Well. THAT was surprisingly morbid. Either way, by this point Mordecai has paced around the pipe enough to look at the route ahead of him.]

Listen. Some of the other folks here seem convinced that we're trapped in a video game, and if that's the case, then the only way out is through, dude.

_{[Henry dusts off his bag and slings it over one shoulder. Then, he recalls Clam into his pokeball so that he can carry that fry basket around like the battered security blanket it was.]}

I played Pokemon when I was a kid.

_{[Suddenly, the photographer gives Mordecai his full attention.]}

What do you think happens _{if we die here?}

[A noncommital shrug is Henry's answer.]

Well, it's still us, right? It's not like it's just our consciousnesses, or like we're playing the game on a GameBox. No, it's a real world that seems t'be the game. So I figure if we die, we're dead.

[A long pause and then a serious look.]

All the more reason to not randomly stick your head in every sewer pipe you see, dude.

_{[Some thoughtful squinting going on over here in Townshend Land. This wasn't like the weird Otherworlds at all. Instead of dying here and dying in your bed....you just. Died. And probably got eaten by purple rats.]}

I see what you mean...

_{[A thought finally comes to him, several moments after the topic has passed.]}

What are you doing out here?

I was on my way OUT of this crappy town, man. Ever since I got to Cherrygrove it's been one ridiculous disaster after another, at least if I leave I can make progress. Too many trees around for me to use my ride, though.

I guess I was too. Or trying...but there aren't any weird holes here after all.

_{[ 8C WHAT DO, NOW?]}

[I HAS IDEA!]

Well, we could always stick together. It's apparently even farther from Cherrygrove to the next town than it was to get to Cherrygrove, so if nothing else, sticking near each other means that if that freaky stalker-owl is really stalking you, I could help you chase it off.

And, heh, who knows. Maybe your idea that it's some weird hole that gets us out of here will pay off.

_{[Henry gives Mordecai one of his blank stares as the wheels in his head start turning.

Mordecai seemed pretty cool. He knew all about blunt weaponry. Plus he hadn't tried to kill him yet, didn't have a broken arm, and seemed to know a lot more about this place than he did.

Right before said blank stare stretches into awkwaaaaard territory, the photographer pipes up.]

Okay!

_{[You even get a smile, Mordecai!]}}

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[action] sorry for the double post, html borked

[action] Man, clam ruins html forever.

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