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(The First Recovery Part 1) Sweetypasta

“Such gentle treatment is only given to the truly defenseless...”

To my surprise, I woke. The sun was low, just beginning to rise; the sky was brightly lit with an array of colors. There was a slight breeze in the air; a soft, comforting one. I could recall the events from the night prior; vaguely, but that was for the best. I was weak and tired; when I tried to lift my body I found only a throbbing numbness. My vision was out of focus and blurry; I could not tell one branch from the next, despite my being beneath a short tree. All of the colors I saw were mixed together; it was as if I was staring at a giant watercolor painting. For some reason I felt moisture rolling down the sides of my face. Was I crying again? Or was I sweating? Strange, I couldn't tell whether or not I was hot or cold. Was I really that messed up? Had the Druddigon done that much damage? That was a stupid question, of course the answer was “Yes”; its hard to kill someone without doing a lot of damage. My chest felt heavy, almost as if a large dog was sitting on top of me. I coughed because of the pressure. Then the weight shifted, it moved further up my chest. I knew it, there was something on me; but I couldn't do anything about it.

The pressure on my chest increased when the creature on top of me moved; I coughed again, loudly. The weight moved further still, now it was just inches away from my neck; if the beast sitting on me sought my life than it least it knew where to strike. At least the pressure on my chest had lessened by the time it reached the brink of my neck. I vaguely spotted movement from the bottom of my eyes, but I was to weak to lift my head to gain a better view. If this creature killed me, odds were I would never know what it was. I tried to brace myself for the impending pain, tried preparing to be killed again, but the blow I was expecting never came. Instead I heard a familiar voice.

“Ditto!” The cheerful voice called. The weight on my chest was actually Gumball, the little Ditto I had found a few days prior. The same Ditto I had hidden in the bushes just before I went and got myself killed. But why was he so heavy? Surely he hadn't been this heavy last night, if he had been I wouldn't have been able to run that much quicker than the Druddigon. Come to think of it, the little pink blob seemed to have grown some. I couldn't really life my head to get a look at him, but he felt, wider than yesterday. Maybe I shouldn't have given him those sausages. Strange movement on my left side made me have second thoughts on whether or not Gumball was the only Pokemon sitting on me. I closed my eyes for a moment to try and focus on the weight shifting on my chest. Two, no, four small feet; the creature was sitting down. Whatever it was, it was about the size of large rabbit. I snapped my eyes back open. I knew what was sitting on me, it was a Nidoran, more than likely one of the pair that I had fed last night. A split second after I came to that conclusion a confirming voice called out to me.

“Nidoran, ni ni?” The little Nidoran said hesitantly, as if it were trying to ask me a question. To bad I didn't speak Pokemon. Sucking in a breath, I attempted to lift my head for the umpteenth time since I woke up. I could get my head a ways off the ground, but I wasn't able to keep it up for more than a few seconds. At least I was able to get a good look at the Pokemon sitting on my chest. As expected I saw Gumball, who was giving me that same goofy smile all Ditto's constantly wore. I also saw the Nidoran; it was the one that had nearly taken a bite of my sausage before it ran and hid in the bushes. She had a dark purple spot right between her eyes. What a pretty little, wait, what the hell was she? She was shaped like a rabbit, but had a horn in the middle of her forehead. Her next evolution was something more akin to a tiny dinosaur, so, did that make her a dinosaur? I was to tired to care. So from then on as far as I was concerned Nidorans and all of there evolutions were dinosaurs. Not long after I came to that conclusion, the two Pokemon sitting on my chest decided to climb off of me. Gumball moved to the right side of my face and the Nidoran moved to the left.

Now I could see them properly. I was glad to see that Gumball was uninjured, and that he had waited for me to revive after the Druddigon killed me. And despite my earlier claim about not wanting any more Pokemon following me, I was, well, touched to find that the Nidoran had come back to find me. With that I found myself face to face with the same dilemma I had the day prior; giving my new stalker a name. But this time I didn't even need to think about a name; I had named enough Nidorans in my earlier games to know the perfect name for them.

“Majesty...” I said without thinking. To be honest I was startled by the sound of my own voice. I sounded strained, like an elderly person on the brink of death. My voice was raspy and cracked a bit near the end. To make matters worse even the Pokemon seemed to think that I sounded like crap; Gumball covered my mouth with something fuzzy right after I uttered the Nidoran's new name. I would have shaken the, I'm going to say cloth, off of my face if I had had the energy. Though in reality all I did was fall back to sleep. Turns out being mauled to death was exhausting to both the mind and the body. The next few days were a blur; I would wake randomly throughout the day and remain conscious for an hour or two. During those times when I was awake Gumball and Majesty to care of me. The Pokemon had managed to locate what was left of my backpack, and they took whatever supplies they needed from it and used them to help me get better. The filled my canteen with water, probably from a nearby pond or stream, and helped me drink. Majesty chewed holes in the cans of soups, and Gumball held it to my lips for my to eat.

I later realized that I was tucked securely under my wool blanket; though I didn't when the blanket had but put over me. The cloth they had covered my mouth in turned out to be a piece of the blanket; it had probably been torn off when the Druddigon attacked. I was pretty positive that I was naked underneath the blanket, mainly because I could feel the grass beneath me every time I shifted my weight; not to mention the rocks. But I was in no position to complain, these Pokemon were doing everything they possibly could to help me get better, which was surprising. How a Ditto and a Nidoran managed to figure out how to collect water in a canteen, open canned goods, and keep track of body temperature was beyond my mental comprehension. One might be able to argue that what they were doing was out of instinct, or that they had learned to do these things by watching people. If so, then how many people had they seen in my given situation? How many had they seen being given medical attention out in the wilderness? I had my doubts that they had seen enough to develop such strong knowledge on the subject.

Well, in any case, I quickly gave up on trying to figure out how these Pokemon came to be so talented. All of this thinking was giving me a headache. Groaning, I attempted to sit up, and succeeded. That was good, I must've recovered a lot during these past few days. I wasn't as tired anymore and I was able to hold my canteen to take a drink. The fact that I was able to move around more was a major boost to my confidence, it meant that I wasn't going to be as helpless anymore. Gumball and Majesty seemed to be glad as well; as soon as I sat up they climbed into my lap and begged me to pet them. I'll admit that their begging was cute, but I wasn't so sure that having a Nidoran rub her horn under my arm was a good idea. They were known as the “Poison point” Pokemon after all. So I pushed her off of my lap gently and proceeded to scratch the back of her neck; Gumball on the other hand I allowed to stay in my lap because he lacked a means of harming me. I must've spent the rest of the day petting the little Pokemon before falling asleep propped up against the tree.

When I awoke the next day I was surprised to find that fresh supplies had been delivered to me; by the person known as “Gamemaster” I assumed. I was also surprised to find that I felt completely well again. No fatigue, know heaviness, no nothing. I went through the supplies without care of what might happen, though I half expected another “Flame written note” to be sent my way. Everything I had lost when the Druddigon attacked me was replaced, and then some. This time I was given underwear, and shoes and socks. I had a new backpack now, not a pre-owned one. Even the can-opener and blanket were replaced, despite my not needing them; Gumball had found them some time ago but was unable to used them. I even had new foodstuffs and some medicine; I assumed that the medicine was for my Pokemon. Smiling I dressed myself and put everything else in my backpack; it felt good to be up and about again. After being on the ground for so long I had my doubts that I'd be lying down for a while. Before long I was set and ready to continue on my journey; I wanted to find a town and sell my- crap!

I just realized that the Star Piece Gumball brought me was probably gone. Groaning I reach into my pocket to see if that had been replaced as well; what I found nearly gave me a heart attack. There were three Star Pieces in my pocket; triple the value of what I'd lost. Now I was surprised. But I was also concerned. Why was I suddenly being given so many thing? Most of them weren't even necessities. And who exactly was this “Gamemaster” person? Did he hate me or care about me? Were his feelings mixed? Should I not trust him for dumping me in this world, or should I take whatever he gave me and believe that he was taking pity on me? I groaned loudly and grabbed my head in frustration. I was giving myself another headache.

“God, this is so frustrating!” I half-shouted, earning the curious gazes of Gumball and Majesty. Like an idiot I turned and asked them what to do.
“Hey, you two 'er from this world, so tell me what to do?” I said stupidly. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard someone give me a reply; but it wasn't anyone I'd ever expected to bump into. Mewtwo.
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Ok, so, this turned out to be a two-parter. The next part will be called a "Duo-Pasta" which is a pasta that has aspects of two different pasta-types. Next up is a Sweety-Creepy pasta mix. Afterwards I'm up for requests. Enjoy! ^^

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(The First Recovery Part 1) Sweetypasta

“Such gentle treatment is only given to the truly defenseless...”

To my surprise, I woke. The sun was low, just beginning to rise; the sky was brightly lit with an array of colors. There was a slight breeze in the air; a soft, comforting one. I could recall the events from the night prior; vaguely, but that was for the best. I was weak and tired; when I tried to lift my body I found only a throbbing numbness. My vision was out of focus and blurry; I could not tell one branch from the next, despite my being beneath a short tree. All of the colors I saw were mixed together; it was as if I was staring at a giant watercolor painting. For some reason I felt moisture rolling down the sides of my face. Was I crying again? Or was I sweating? Strange, I couldn't tell whether or not I was hot or cold. Was I really that messed up? Had the Druddigon done that much damage? That was a stupid question, of course the answer was “Yes”; its hard to kill someone without doing a lot of damage. My chest felt heavy, almost as if a large dog was sitting on top of me. I coughed because of the pressure. Then the weight shifted, it moved further up my chest. I knew it, there was something on me; but I couldn't do anything about it.

The pressure on my chest increased when the creature on top of me moved; I coughed again, loudly. The weight moved further still, now it was just inches away from my neck; if the beast sitting on me sought my life than it least it knew where to strike. At least the pressure on my chest had lessened by the time it reached the brink of my neck. I vaguely spotted movement from the bottom of my eyes, but I was to weak to lift my head to gain a better view. If this creature killed me, odds were I would never know what it was. I tried to brace myself for the impending pain, tried preparing to be killed again, but the blow I was expecting never came. Instead I heard a familiar voice.

“Ditto!” The cheerful voice called. The weight on my chest was actually Gumball, the little Ditto I had found a few days prior. The same Ditto I had hidden in the bushes just before I went and got myself killed. But why was he so heavy? Surely he hadn't been this heavy last night, if he had been I wouldn't have been able to run that much quicker than the Druddigon. Come to think of it, the little pink blob seemed to have grown some. I couldn't really life my head to get a look at him, but he felt, wider than yesterday. Maybe I shouldn't have given him those sausages. Strange movement on my left side made me have second thoughts on whether or not Gumball was the only Pokemon sitting on me. I closed my eyes for a moment to try and focus on the weight shifting on my chest. Two, no, four small feet; the creature was sitting down. Whatever it was, it was about the size of large rabbit. I snapped my eyes back open. I knew what was sitting on me, it was a Nidoran, more than likely one of the pair that I had fed last night. A split second after I came to that conclusion a confirming voice called out to me.

“Nidoran, ni ni?” The little Nidoran said hesitantly, as if it were trying to ask me a question. To bad I didn't speak Pokemon. Sucking in a breath, I attempted to lift my head for the umpteenth time since I woke up. I could get my head a ways off the ground, but I wasn't able to keep it up for more than a few seconds. At least I was able to get a good look at the Pokemon sitting on my chest. As expected I saw Gumball, who was giving me that same goofy smile all Ditto's constantly wore. I also saw the Nidoran; it was the one that had nearly taken a bite of my sausage before it ran and hid in the bushes. She had a dark purple spot right between her eyes. What a pretty little, wait, what the hell was she? She was shaped like a rabbit, but had a horn in the middle of her forehead. Her next evolution was something more akin to a tiny dinosaur, so, did that make her a dinosaur? I was to tired to care. So from then on as far as I was concerned Nidorans and all of there evolutions were dinosaurs. Not long after I came to that conclusion, the two Pokemon sitting on my chest decided to climb off of me. Gumball moved to the right side of my face and the Nidoran moved to the left.

Now I could see them properly. I was glad to see that Gumball was uninjured, and that he had waited for me to revive after the Druddigon killed me. And despite my earlier claim about not wanting any more Pokemon following me, I was, well, touched to find that the Nidoran had come back to find me. With that I found myself face to face with the same dilemma I had the day prior; giving my new stalker a name. But this time I didn't even need to think about a name; I had named enough Nidorans in my earlier games to know the perfect name for them.

“Majesty...” I said without thinking. To be honest I was startled by the sound of my own voice. I sounded strained, like an elderly person on the brink of death. My voice was raspy and cracked a bit near the end. To make matters worse even the Pokemon seemed to think that I sounded like crap; Gumball covered my mouth with something fuzzy right after I uttered the Nidoran's new name. I would have shaken the, I'm going to say cloth, off of my face if I had had the energy. Though in reality all I did was fall back to sleep. Turns out being mauled to death was exhausting to both the mind and the body. The next few days were a blur; I would wake randomly throughout the day and remain conscious for an hour or two. During those times when I was awake Gumball and Majesty to care of me. The Pokemon had managed to locate what was left of my backpack, and they took whatever supplies they needed from it and used them to help me get better. The filled my canteen with water, probably from a nearby pond or stream, and helped me drink. Majesty chewed holes in the cans of soups, and Gumball held it to my lips for my to eat.

I later realized that I was tucked securely under my wool blanket; though I didn't when the blanket had but put over me. The cloth they had covered my mouth in turned out to be a piece of the blanket; it had probably been torn off when the Druddigon attacked. I was pretty positive that I was naked underneath the blanket, mainly because I could feel the grass beneath me every time I shifted my weight; not to mention the rocks. But I was in no position to complain, these Pokemon were doing everything they possibly could to help me get better, which was surprising. How a Ditto and a Nidoran managed to figure out how to collect water in a canteen, open canned goods, and keep track of body temperature was beyond my mental comprehension. One might be able to argue that what they were doing was out of instinct, or that they had learned to do these things by watching people. If so, then how many people had they seen in my given situation? How many had they seen being given medical attention out in the wilderness? I had my doubts that they had seen enough to develop such strong knowledge on the subject.

Well, in any case, I quickly gave up on trying to figure out how these Pokemon came to be so talented. All of this thinking was giving me a headache. Groaning, I attempted to sit up, and succeeded. That was good, I must've recovered a lot during these past few days. I wasn't as tired anymore and I was able to hold my canteen to take a drink. The fact that I was able to move around more was a major boost to my confidence, it meant that I wasn't going to be as helpless anymore. Gumball and Majesty seemed to be glad as well; as soon as I sat up they climbed into my lap and begged me to pet them. I'll admit that their begging was cute, but I wasn't so sure that having a Nidoran rub her horn under my arm was a good idea. They were known as the “Poison point” Pokemon after all. So I pushed her off of my lap gently and proceeded to scratch the back of her neck; Gumball on the other hand I allowed to stay in my lap because he lacked a means of harming me. I must've spent the rest of the day petting the little Pokemon before falling asleep propped up against the tree.

When I awoke the next day I was surprised to find that fresh supplies had been delivered to me; by the person known as “Gamemaster” I assumed. I was also surprised to find that I felt completely well again. No fatigue, know heaviness, no nothing. I went through the supplies without care of what might happen, though I half expected another “Flame written note” to be sent my way. Everything I had lost when the Druddigon attacked me was replaced, and then some. This time I was given underwear, and shoes and socks. I had a new backpack now, not a pre-owned one. Even the can-opener and blanket were replaced, despite my not needing them; Gumball had found them some time ago but was unable to used them. I even had new foodstuffs and some medicine; I assumed that the medicine was for my Pokemon. Smiling I dressed myself and put everything else in my backpack; it felt good to be up and about again. After being on the ground for so long I had my doubts that I'd be lying down for a while. Before long I was set and ready to continue on my journey; I wanted to find a town and sell my- crap!

I just realized that the Star Piece Gumball brought me was probably gone. Groaning I reach into my pocket to see if that had been replaced as well; what I found nearly gave me a heart attack. There were three Star Pieces in my pocket; triple the value of what I'd lost. Now I was surprised. But I was also concerned. Why was I suddenly being given so many thing? Most of them weren't even necessities. And who exactly was this “Gamemaster” person? Did he hate me or care about me? Were his feelings mixed? Should I not trust him for dumping me in this world, or should I take whatever he gave me and believe that he was taking pity on me? I groaned loudly and grabbed my head in frustration. I was giving myself another headache.

“God, this is so frustrating!” I half-shouted, earning the curious gazes of Gumball and Majesty. Like an idiot I turned and asked them what to do.
“Hey, you two 'er from this world, so tell me what to do?” I said stupidly. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard someone give me a reply; but it wasn't anyone I'd ever expected to bump into. Mewtwo.
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Ok, so, this turned out to be a two-parter. The next part will be called a "Duo-Pasta" which is a pasta that has aspects of two different pasta-types. Next up is a Sweety-Creepy pasta mix. Afterwards I'm up for requests. Enjoy! ^^