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'Drifloooon Drifloooon’
The balloon pokemon was drifting as its name suggests. With each gust of wind, it dictated the pokemon’s destination, a wanderer with no goal, and along the ride was you.
The day had started unlike any other because it was supposed to be your last. You won’t go into the detail of why, instead go into the how, and your poison was at the top of a building.
You had hyped yourself up for this moment and after scaling all those stairs, it felt like there was no turning back. Yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to remove the death grip on the guard rails and take the final step.
It felt like you needed a sign. Something to tell you directly if you should actually continue on this path.
Chirp chirp
It doesn’t have to be anything too extreme, like a person screaming to not jump, something simple as a cloud formation of a flower, or the wind blowing against your tipped body, maybe even-
Ch-
The circling bird’s call was immediately cut off as its neck bent at an unnatural angle from the impact of hitting the glass screen of the building.
Well if you ever wanted a direct sign, that’s definitely one way of showing it. So on that grim note, you unclenched your fist, noting how you couldn’t even feel them now and took a shaky step like you were still learning to walk. Of course, instead of walking the path of life, you were doing the opposite but that’s semantics or what we call in the writing world, a juxtaposition.
There’s no regret as you fall. Actually, you note how it was true that time slows while your falling or in life and death situations. The typical thoughts of family, friends and loved ones filled your mind, followed by an imagining of what would happen after. When you started to imagine how your favourite show could add 4 new potential seasons did you start to realise that time might be passing a little bit too slow.
When you opened your eye you were still in the sky, except for one little fact,
“Isn’t the ground supposed to be coming closer not away?”
You hadn’t noticed before, probably because your hands are still positively numb, but you were clutching at something, something that was lifting you up rather than down. Heart shaped ends followed by thin strings were the reason your body isn’t splattered on the ground or at least delayed.
Of course, you weren’t an idiot, suicidal sure, but if you can convince yourself to end your life then you sure as hell can accept that drifloon, a pokemon, just saved you. You had read about it on the internet, how the pokemon would sometimes guide children away who grab onto their ends. Guess that’s what’s happening to you, but the question is, where are you going to be spirited away to?
You didn’t have to ponder on that question much as you heard a distant cry.
'Fearoo earoo'
It was everything unlike the bird you had seen before, colour, size, and the fact that it wasn’t a pokemon. As if brought up upon it, a form of blue car syndrome, suddenly you were seeing pokemon everywhere.
A flock of Fearow easily pass you by, followed by the equally fast solitary form of a Pidegot and a swarm of Butterfree and Beedrill who matched your pace. They filled the sky. The next thing that hit you wasn’t new pokemon but the scent of the ocean, wholly new from the smell of the city. The Gyarados was also pretty cool, even from above the pokemon looked gigantic, you could only imagine what they would love up close.
You didn’t have to imagine much as your would-be saviour suddenly lets go of you, and that’s when you realised whoever said time flows faster was speaking such bulls-
“Ahhhhh” A scream tore itself from your mouth as you impacted the ground except instead of becoming a splatter, you bounced up a few feet, free falling again,
The second scream was shorter, “Ahh”
and much shorter “Ah-” until your voice was muffled by whatever cushioned your fall.
It was soft and very cushiony, which it has to be if it protected you from a fall roughly too big for you to survive from. Bending your neck up your vision was blocked by a cream-coloured view, only with some effort, pushing at the plush material, did you reveal what your new saviour was. Though with the snore that followed soon after you didn’t have to try much.
Snorlax sat on his back with all his large glory, sleeping away as if he didn’t have your body mass times the acceleration of the free fall, hit it square on its stomach.
The fat pokemon snored again and suddenly a wave of exhaustion hit you. So not bothering anymore, you go back to lying on Snorlax’s stomach and follow its example. You needed it anyway with the day you just had.