I will write something, I cannot roleplay with myself. There was a flutter in the breeze. There was a flutter in the breeze. Brave seemed lost, as if there was nothing left to find. A chill ran up her being, as someone approached her from behind. It was her brother, Kinsni. “Peeka, pika, what is freeka, cheeka?” Kinsni smiled, and Brave was glad she had company. Brave sighed, feeling discontent. She could not reply, she was in a sleep, dreaming of someone else. “What? Why do we both feel so lonely?” Her brother seemed to understand her not, for she wanted another. Yearning for something other than pokes and in zcest, she did not have the tears to cry, but realized this was how the cruel reality seemed. At least they could both play pretend. “Explicit, or are these real thoughts? Where are they?” The two had a connection: they both wanted something more. She could only wonder who ‘they’ were. Surely, there were others in the verse of dark and void. Light and then the screen froze, until the tab is surely forgotten, forevermore. ~~ Claws warped around little bb fingers, they walked out of a daze, the atmosphere was hazy. Words don’t bring two characters to life. They both were hypnotized by the horrible tune, and they wished to hear the pressure building up, there was no hidden mon legendary with the ability, for they both had forgotten. What was awakened, but a rusty lock. There was nothing inside, for it was a damage to their mind. Sequential, they both waited with impatience. Nothing was sure to come, as they were distant, and enveloped in the strange scratch, another world. Like thick layered blankets of disease was the thicket of no return. Where were the hankers, and how did they never appear to be? “Sobbing, sister,” Achoo! Brave was feeling scared, scarred of the extra trauma. Little extra imaginary, but these were real friends, to a land far, away. Then, another figure seemed to come into view. The two both looked around, full of emptiness. There was only more, in the bonds of remix, and- “Pika- frika- where is the rest of the kits’?” Brave cawed like a majestic weasel. “Oh, you must mean that hitmonchan-machoke fusion,” Trinkets, Kinsni did not go into the low hp bar, and Brave fainted. They both thought of- “Pika-” Brave scoffed. “Kit,” Kinsni demanded. They wanted the finest of suitors, where have they been yet to come?
Thanks so much Pikakit, because this was so super fun! Also, did I do everything correctly?! When is the roleplay?! Can you guess the fusions? If you ask, I'll tell.
