It has been some time since this all began – how long ago exactly, I couldn’t tell you any more – but it’s time I told someone.
I knew that even though seasons had come and gone, the world hadn’t changed. That even though days were passing, the sun had never set. My ability to measure time was not based on what had been affected in the world around me, but rather my achievements, my progress across this land, and the growth of my team. The growth my companions exhibited in strength both strength and ability provided proof that, even though my own physical form showed no signs of time having passed – accumulating no scars, needing no sustenance, and never developing beyond it’s pre-pubescent outward appearance – the change I saw in them proved that the universe I lived in was more than just a static, barren landscape of signposts and puppets with tape recorders.
Bubbles had been my partner from the very beginning. That is, he wasn’t always a Blastoise, his current form and power rendered him almost unrecognisable from the little Squirtle I’d make right back at the beginning of this journey. We had connected right off the bat. My neighbour, a crazy Professor who was named after a tree, offered me a companion in exchange for completing a favour for him. It felt like the horrible decision that one would be making at an abandoned animal shelter, know that all of the lost animals there could one day be your greatest friend, but that your choice will leave all the others in this place of limbo. The three little guys all looked up at me with longing eyes, all hoping that I’d take them along, and release them from the tiny confines of a miniaturised ball he kept them in. Against the Toad with a bulb on it’s back, and unfriendly looking lizard with a tail that, most likely as the result of some cruel teenage prank, was always on fire, Bubbles and his awesome little turtle body was, from the moment I saw him, the one I had to take with me. I didn’t care that it would probably mean being forever in my neighbour’s debt and hiking all over the world to complete his life’s work, Bubbles was going to be my best friend.
After that fateful day, we’d recruited companions from all over, of all forms and races. My brother had joined even in on a journey of his own as well, although by some amazing property of the universe and everything, his existence lay in a parallel dimension, where our journeys followed almost exactly the same path. On the day our journeys began, we both awoke in a strange room, alone and finding only our mother in the house, acting in both dimensions as though the other brother had never existed. We both fought tooth and nail against the same evil organisation attempting to take over the world, defeating the same enemies that came at the both of us, spewing the same angst-ridden speeches, and challenging our troupe with the same anger-filled creatures. It was uncanny the similarities that our experiences entailed. The only way we managed to communicate was through some kind of dimension travelling device that our local hospitals offered. To this day, I find it amazing that being aware of this parallel dimension, they never pushed the technology further than a method for us to pass through our creatures, trapped in the miniaturised balls, or allowing them to battle somewhere in the limbo that existed between our two dimensions – dimensions that we later called “Red” and “Blue” for the sake of clarity. Perhaps the technology couldn’t facilitate an exchanging of a larger mass. I really would have loved to have joined my brother, or have him join me. We would have been unstoppable.
I look back fondly on those days, the days of ambient music, impossible physics, and people with 2 second memories. Every day (I’m still not sure that ‘day’ is the correct term here,) was brought me an amazing new experience: the discovery that one of the creatures of this amazing dimension had abilities that were both unexpected and wonderful, that the antics of this “space-faring” evil organisation were almost childish and half-hearted in their planning and complexity, turning a corner only to happen upon a creature that I could never in my wildest dreams imagined, and seeing my companions grow. Watching my companions grow, coming into their own – it brought wonder, awe and pride: that was by far the most amazing part of the journey. Watching Bubbles grow from the cute little turtle he once was, unable to do little more than blow bubbles from his mouth and throw little his body at those opposing us, into the fearsome creature with the ability to blast high pressured water from cannon-like appendages that had sprouted from his shell – it fired off my imagination and dreams that one day, perhaps we would take on the famous Elite Four, the strongest of the teams in our world. A dream that was shared in my brother’s realm as well.
But those days are behind me now. I never achieved that dream, and although my brother managed to continue on in his dimension, getting ever closer to the Elite Four, my journey came to a premature end. All that’s left now are the memories. I’m sure that Bubbles and the rest of the team are here too. Somewhere. I have no idea where the the void, the nothingness, the blackness, came from. All I know is that it ate up everything I knew, everything I loved, everything I had achieved. No, everything we had achieved. To be perfectly honest, I don’t remember exactly where I was when it came, it seems so long ago now, but I do remember how much it hurt. My valiant companions had always stood in between me and any form of danger, but even in their combined strength there was nothing they could do against the nothingness that swallowed the world. It wiped out everything; the corporation and their evil plans, the puppet-like inhabitants of the realm, the computers, the buildings, the gyms, all the creatures in existence, my mother, my companions, and, finally, me. I don’t remember exactly where I was, or even what I was doing, but I remember what happened when it came, after it had taken everything away. After it had obliterated it, banished it into a void, erased any record of my journey from existence. After that, there wasn’t anything else I could do.