Pedestal: Lulz Oneshot"Hey, baby, like what you see?" Nick asked around a mouthful of the bottom hem of his shirt. I turned and spat out the milk and cereal that had just made the supreme mistake of going into my mouth. Ike wasn't happy to receive that in his face, either.More Like This
As Konstantin hurriedly intervened to prevent Ike from strangling me with my entrails, I wiped my chin as best I could and tried to pull coherent thoughts together once more. What do you say when your best friend sidles up to you at breakfast and lifts up his shirt, strikes a pose, and says something like that?
It didn't help my morale or view of the entire situation when he cracked up and had to lean on me in order to stay upright. Which made things more awkward on my end because I could only think of the fact that his abs were pressed up against my side and his breath was hot in my ear. I was a teenage boy (okay, almost), dang it, and my mind did not need any more stimulus.
"Nick, what the heck are you on," I deadpanned as
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1. The first time had been the second time.
To be clearer: the first time he saw Nick was the second time he visited his grave. Just a few sparse months after everything had finally calmed down, when the media wouldn't leave him alone and cities were suffocating. He felt lost. He went to the Oreburgh cemetery for help and some silence to think to himself.
He looked at Matthew's grave for the first time, and then he murmured, "I'm sorry to you, too."
Nick sat down beside him and simply said, "Nah, that part wasn't really your fault."
2. Zachary had been so terrified and so convinced he had finally snapped and gone crazy - what if I go crazy and kill people - that he stayed away from Oreburgh, from cities, from all humans for the next two months. Incidentally, he found that avoiding humanity was quite nice, but it had been a jarring experience nonetheless.
None of his Pokemon had seen the apparition. It had to have been all in his mind. He was, surely, going crazy.