Some of the initial things we got at gamestop was some handhelds, one that resembled a rather newer looking version of the psp vita for Elora. Something that looks like a upgrade from the current ds from my world for Keldra. And something called a Beta player, it's kind of a cross between the two that Nesia got. The employee was rather friendly as well. This kind of thing was an uncommon occurrence to her with people like me letting his pokemon get gaming items, but she was happy to help all the same and trade some gaming stories as well. After having the handhelds picked, the three little pokemon scattered about the store to find games to there little systems.

To which I helped with a few games. Nesia mostly, since I saw some of the games from my world here, quite a few that were bad or that I knew she would rage. And not in a funny way either. As I helped her look, a thought about earlier in the mall popped up just as the song Forbearance by Michele McLaughlin began playing.

You know. If that Gallade was an inch or two lower, that impact would of smashed his nasal bone into his skull cavity killing him. I thought an imagining of the scene played in my mind showing the impact and showing an x ray Mortal kombat X style of how the impact and brake would play inside. The bone breaking from it's spot and being injected into the cranial cavity and piercing the brain, shredding a good section of the lower part of the frontal cortex and slashing through the central cortex of the brain while filling the cavity with blood shutting down the whole body and nullifying the subject. Now the scene then went to normal, now showing the Gallade dropping to the ground limply. Oh how easy it was to imagine these scenes with frightening detail.

...Even my own death multiple times a day from some of the benign actions like slipping on stairs and having my neck vertebra snap from an impact on one of the steps. Halting my existence right then and there. Or with my paranoia, either my food or drink being for some reason poisoned when left unattended. Then coming back to take another bite. Or take another drink to moments later grasping my throat as it closed, slowly ending my life or as I began to cough up blood, unable to breath as I gurgled trying to get air. Even a couple times with the thoughts projectile vomiting blood like in Hateful 8. Or, just keeling over about a minute or so. Paralyzed, unable to make a reaction. Only able to show horrified eyes holding a pleading gaze as they spilled with slow, pained tears at my shocking demise. Not knowing why, how and who would do a thing to me. Many of these thoughts popped in my mind multiple times. Many things causing death every which way and how. It happened quite a bit when I was in my world...even more so in this.

A couple times of imagining my own pokemon killing me. Strangulation from vines. Slit throat by claws. Death by a projectile attack. Or mental collapse. Or ceasing of my heart pumping blood through my system. So many ways I know I could be killed. An ever many If's, this will happens, this might go this way's. An ever great many ways I couldn't count if I even wanted too. Yet. I push these thoughts off to the dark part of my mind. Though knowing as these to be irrational, knowing it being just my anxiety and paranoia beating against my mind as usual.

Yet I show a calm somewhat emotionless demeanor, that some either see as being somewhat irritated or bored. That, and knowing that the bond that has grown on me and these three reminds me that they wouldn't do anything of the type, thankfully. Although...the part of my mind that wants to kill...the side that has killing intent suppressed, projects myself doing the acts...some horrid. Some that even shocks me sometimes. Some especially viscous against people or things that try to hurt that I claim to my power to protect.

It's as I say. I have a kind but dark heart... I mentally breathed with a somewhat demonic growling voice, notes of manic excitement in the tone. My expression growing dark with an unnerving smile for a moment. Bloodshed. An ever awaiting thing to be. "One day the carving will begiiin-Heheheheheheeeee!" Psycho said with an unnerving excited voice and giggle.

The expression quickly left as my state of mind went back to it's pseudo normality. Just then Nesia got my attention. "Snivy. Snivy sni?" [Will. What's this one?] Nesia asked curious. I came over and looked at the game she was looking at. My brows were raised in surprise. "Holy shit. Sly cooper collection." I noted aloud somewhat quietly, surprised to see this particular game. Thankfully a more cheerful song came up to brighten my thoughts.

"Snivy sni sniv?" [Is it a good game?] Nesia inquired rather curious now from my reaction. I looked at her with a friendly smile. "Yes actually. It's a good series, which I might think you'll like." I added with a knowing smile. She looked back up at me with a smile and mirthful gaze as she grabbed the game with a vine. Adding to the several games she's come to collecting for her handheld system. God, this is going to cost a good chunk of money. I thought not all pleased with the impending amount. It was annoying not knowing how much currency one had with no knowledge with how to check.

As I was walking around, a familiar color pattern caught my eye. I stopped mid step, then with left leg out. I made a motion that spun me to the direction of the self with the color pattern I thought to recognize. I looked at the game with wide eyes, furrowed brows and pursed lips. I looked at the game for a moment in disbelief with an eye twitch.

Said disbelieving eye twitch grew the more I stared at the game that should not even exist considering the circumstance of where I am. Are you fucking KIDDING!?!? I questioned in exasperation. WHAT THE FUCK!-WHY THE FUCK!-HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU HEEERRREEE!?!?!? I questioned further.

"Why and how in the name of contradiction and irony is that there!?" Vlad asked just as surprised and confused as me.

"What the fuck is this inception bullshit!?" Even the voice of madness inquired incredulously.

This is a level of fuckery I did not perceive. I thought in a shocked calm voice. Awesome in thought...! But what the actual fuuuuuck!? I thought as I grabbed the game and looked it over.

After a few minutes everybody had what they wanted, and came up to the register. Figuring out that the lady behind the counter had to do something in order for them to get there items. "How in the name of the nine whores of hell is a FuUCKING POKEMON GAME!!! Existing in the world of pokemon!?" Psycho yelled baffled by this find.

And by the god of fuckery it's even sun and moon! As I looked at this game more and thought about it more, it became near impossible for description of what I felt and the mixed expression I held. This went on for several minutes with my irritated confusion with the struggle of figuring it's existence. After the sixth minute of dealing with this a thought came to mind as my expression turned flat as my eyes gazed at the case.

Alright. FOR SHITS! AND! GIGGLES! I held the game as I did that one suspicious side to side look then looked at the game as I looked at it a little closer with an evil grin of delight then shortly going to the group of three little pokemon. I might as well get a game out of this. With my luck so far with that "pokegear" of mine, it's going to have a function to let me play this. I thought as I looked at the three as they sported grins. I look at them with a calm smile with a inquisitive raised brow. "That everything?" I ask my voice entering a british accent slightly.

"Sni!"

"Yep!"

"Ral!"

"Alrighty, let's have these ringed up and we'll be out." I said as they handed there games to me while I placed them on the counter top. After going through the payment process while made a little easier with being a pro member, we got ready to leave. After having everything in the bag, I bid the cashier to having a nice day with a return reply. We were fairly happy with our haul. I got a few shirts among other items and the girls had a bunch of games for them to try.

It was at this moment I finally checked what time it was since it looked like it was beginning to get dark out. Huh, 4:35 pm. Alrighty then. I thought as I made my way back to the center. Considering some of the shit that's happened today. This has been by far my most eventful day of my life in recent years. Granted with some of the other things. Though regardless, today was very eventful nonetheless. I thought actually pleasantly with smile. Then my face took a serious note when Psycho reminded me about the next gen pokemon that's in the existence defying game. I swear to god if I see a fucking Salazel in this region...ooh...some sort of shit is going to happen....

As I thought of a couple more pleasant things in mind, I made a left into an alley. It wasn't a long one thankfully, but I saw two people standing kind of huddled to each other, talking kind of in a hushed tone. Wonder if I'll get jumped. I wondered kind of casually as I walked with a languid smirk lightly nodding my head. Nesia and Elora lightly slept on my shoulders. I seemed relaxed and unfocused, seeming on a semi auto-pilot steady walk. I caught the movement of one of two guy's head turn to look at me. My eyes snapping to the movement, he only looked a moment before looking back at his friend with a shrug.

Imaginings of the situation transpired in my mind when I noticed a almost hard to notice bulge on his waist line under the coat while the guy's back faced me. Gun. Typing possible glock modeling. Easy to acquire. Something 9mm category. Use, likely. Loaded, likely. Intimidation piece. High likelihood without use. My thoughts going about short, concise rapid conclusions and answers while these formed the song Sweet Dreams by Marilyn manson began playing.

A possible situation formed in my mind. Both guys come to me after I pass about ten feet from them. One pulls his gun, aiming at my head. Other stands beside his friend with a smirk. Gunman demands I show my hands before I'm told to drop my bag. I hold my hands open palmed and nearly a foot from my chest. The gunman is smiling with a certain superiority. I then remember a few ways to disarm him and disable both offenders. Several viable. I then spoke quietly to Keldra. "Don't attack them. We'll be fine. ...Them not so much." I said to her. She didn't move as she sensed the other two guys faint bad intents. She just shrunk into the coat more. "Don't kill them."

"I'm not." I said to the Ralts with surety as I walked closer several seconds away from passing them. As I turned down my music a few notches so I can hear the crunch of snow. Sure enough a few seconds after passing them they began walking. "Hey, I got a question." I heard one talk as I stopped. "Can I have that bag?"

I calmly turn around, where usually I would be going oh shit in my mind with an almost equal tone on my expression. But, from the confidence booster I had earlier at the mall I desperately needed, things are going to act out a little different. I looked at the guy holding the gun, looking him in the eyes. I asked a simple question. "And if I don't?" I held a almost board smirk with a rather calm look as I placed the bag beside me.

His friend decided to speak up finally. "If you don't, he'll have to put a hole in that nice hat of yours." I mainly brushed the threat off. I looked at the gun. It looked like a 22LR Browning Buckmark pistol. I scrunched my eyes closed tilting my head back with a giggle that slowly turned into a chilling chuckle. Finding it actually funny on the guy's choice of pistol to mug someone. The two looked at each other unsure what was going on. From what they heard. People just about piss themselves if they had a gun pointed at them. But the guy standing before them was doing the opposite, laughing in their faces even as he began laughing again looking at the gun.

"Hheheheeheh. I thought it was going to be a nine mil. Granted a twenty two can be scary with it bouncing about in the body ripping organs and such with it's tumbling bullshit. But sti-hi-hi-hill. Something like a glock might at least of done a bit better for you. Heheheheh. Oooh..." I looked at him in the eyes with a smile. I could actually see that they were being unnerved by this reaction which fueled my entertainment further. "Though sadly I'm going to have to say no." I said, a humorous tone in my voice.

"That's a shame." The guy said as Elora and Neisa began waking up.

"Mmm yes a shame that is." I vaguely concurred as I turned up the volume and turning off the boundary causing them to get confused at the sudden music as I grinned wickedly. My left hand brushing aside the mans gun arm away from me as I curled the fingers of my right hand from the middle phalanx then having them go rigid as I jabbed the mugger in the throat, nearly collapsing his windpipe, incapacitating him as the gun flys out of his grip. Plopping into the snow, he clasped his throat trying to breath correctly while on fours. I looked at the other guy as Nesia and Elora were trying to figure out what the hell was transpiring at the moment.

"Come on fucka! Bring it!" I challenged while throwing out my arms and stepping up with a serious expression with a slight head tilt to the right. The other guy backed away before running off. "Oh fuck this!" The guy running said. I bring my right hand up making that same finger curled motion I did a few seconds ago. I looked at my hand that looked ready for a palm heel strike. Smiling a little more darkly remembering a little silent kill move from my time playing Sniper elite v2. I grinned a little more on being oh so pleased it worked so well, granted I didn't crush the guys windpipe as much I would of liked of. But Keldra asked me not to kill them. Well in front of her... I looked at the 22. currently nearly completely buried, I went over to it and knelt down to grab it as This is Halloween by Marilyn Manson began playing creating a more disturbed vibe of the current situation.

"And I'm taking. You!" I said as if excited with the last word while grabbing the pitiful but scary little lead launcher. "Hello." I said to the small caliber weapon with a tone of interest as I looked it over. Hm. Not much wear. Fairly new. I thought as I pulled back the slide ejecting the round, then catching it out of the air taking a look after. Hmmm...looks to be a rather normal rimfire long rifle round. Same looking casing I usually see, same looking lead round. I thought analyzing the gun and it's ammo. I ejected the clip after taking a second to find the release. I gave the clip a approving nod and look. Fifteen round clip. Nice. I thought then went about putting the fifteenth round back into the clip, and slid it back into the assembly then cocked it. I looked at the guy still recovering while coughing.

I walked over to the side of him. I knelt down so he could look at me better. "Oi, numbnuts." I requested from the recovering mugger. He looked at me. "Best to stop this kind of shit. Good way to die. You're lucky I didn't hit harder or you'd be writhing on the ground gasping for air as you suffocated from a collapsed windpipe. Keep in mind, There is people that will kill you if you try that shit again." I said rather nonchalantly to the guy who looked to be in his mid twenties now that I began thinking about it. I brandished the pistol for him to see, as he grew fearful. "And next time. Don't go for a fucking twenty two." I warned as I stood up. "Now fuck off to somewhere else." I remarked as I deftly reached behind to my pack and stashed the pistol in my city travel pack then grabbed my bag of gaming equipment.

I promptly turned around spinning on my heel and went my merry way, while I heard the fumbling movements of the mugger that got his ass handed to him. After I got out of the alley did Nesia speak. "Snivy snivy ni!?" [What the actual hell just happened!?] Nesia asked in exasperation.

"Me getting out of a first time mugging." I replied with a somewhat nonchalant though humorous tone. I was actually kind of proud of the fact.

"I thought it was cool." Elora said with a smile actually enthused by the confrontation. Reminding her of some of the fight scenes in the action movies she's watched since being with her friends and trainer.

Nesia looked at Elora with the kind of shocked and questioning look I tend to sport at times. "Snivy snivy sni snivy sni!?" [Am I the only one questioning this!?] Nesia asked kind of exasperated.

There was a moment of silence as I continued walking.

"It would seem so. Though, that went actually as well as I imagined it was going to." I replied.

"Snivy sniv snivy?" [You knew this as going to happen?] Nesia questioned with a rather serious tone.

"Well not necessarily." I answered kind of dismissively. "Though I expected that was going to happen. And, guess to everyone's surprise, it did. With more surprise'll for the two assholes trying to mug me. Which I might add, this went fabulously." I said with a smile at the end.

"Snivy sni..." [Alright then...] Nesia sighed. Then did a small chuckle a few moments later. "It looks like we're doing a movie tomorrow." Keldra said with a note of humor.

"As it would it seem. Which. I may need to lay low for a bit..." I noted remembering the minor shitstorm of some of my actions. I'm rather contradicted when it comes to attention that I know I'll get from the mall. Among some of the other things. I like the notion of the attention but I kind of don't at the same time with people bugging the living hell out of me on how I did what I did and such.

And don't get me started on police reports that could be at work at the moment... But as those thoughts crossed my mind. Elora asked something breaking my thought on the subject. "What does 'lay low' mean?" The simple question confused me for a second before I collected myself.

"Kind of like hiding away for a short while....kind of like a big pokémon is looking for you and you have to hide yourself so you don't get caught.... If I'm phrasing it correctly." I tried explaining. Though I doubted the effectiveness of my explanation.

"...I think I get where you're going with this." Elora spoke somewhat getting a grasp on what I was saying. Though not quite getting the part with envisioning me hiding from a big pokémon. Though she did get a large enough meaning from my phrasing to piece it from there.

It was a short while before we made it back to the center. I was changing songs while I walked up to the door, I was presented with the sound of an angry sounding man. My eyebrows scrunched into an annoyed expression. I did a small sigh through my nose. Oh for fucks sake.... I thought as I let a song plop into the situation. Alright Palladio from Escala. Let's have you play. I thought as a sort of dark smile crossed my lips. I looked up to see a guy arguing rather angrily to Nurse Joy.

I closed my eyes for a moment shaking my head in the process, my expression unyielding. I opened my eyes with a bit more of a darker glint. I decided to walk up a ways to the side of the guy. Kind of more over to the direction of the stairs. I then noticed his stature and clothing.

"Isn't that jackass from earlier with that Gible?" Psycho asked slash question in a rather enthused tone.

Oh, I do think so! I noted with a small note of glee. I felt like scaring the shit out of him again. I believe my pokémon also recognized him as well. So with that I decided to let the audio boundry down, letting a wave of sound blear out. This caught both people's guards down.

"Is this little prick causing trouble miss Joy?" I inquired with a kind of joyfully filled tone with malice and a touch of manics. The guy turned around abruptly after that to stare at me with surprise. I grinned more while cracking my fingers, the music bringing about a very dark tone to the situation. Which caused the man to grow more fearful.

"Actually, yes. Yes he is." Joy stated as the guy backed up to the counter.

"Girls. Do please get off for a second." I asked nicely to my trio of pokemon. They quickly hurried off and went to the lounging area to watch from a distance. "Oh. And Nesia, would you please?" I asked vaguely as I held the bag of electronics to her direction. Her vines shot out and grabbed the bag a second later and reeled back.

"Raall, ral ralts ralt." [Oooh, this is going to be good.]

"Ooh-ho-ho-ho...Do try something." I asked to the guy as a dare. I proceeded to take a few steps to him. "Make my night." I added with a thick russian accent. The other man quickly made his way out. But before he could get past me, I felt more like being a dick. I grabbed the collar of his shirt behind his neck, and grabbed the waist of his pants. Managing to give him one hell of a wedgie as I lifted him up. I then carried him to the door. "Guess what dickweed. I'm the bouncer of this little club tonight." I said then when I was a few steps from the doorway, I picked up my speed and used the burst of inertia to fling the poor bastard out the door. He flew for a dozen or so feet and sliding a another half dozen sliding as I stood in the doorway, bashing face first into a pile of dirty snow. I looked with a pleased expression. "Now piss off!" I added before going back in, the doors closing behind a moment later. "I always wanted to do shit like that." I noted offhandedly rather pleased of myself.

While I was walking back in, I turned my music down a few notches. After that I heard Nurse Joy sigh. "Thank you. A minute more of that and I would of had to call up Jenny."

"No prob." I said coming to my pokémon, grabbing the bag and picking up Keldra. Nesia and Elora followed suit back to our room. This was going to be a longer then usual night.

"And one more thing to add. Nice music." Nurse Joy complemented, to I gave a friendly smile.

"Thanks."

After later going up the stairs and to the room, I went about placing the bag in the bed with the three little gamers readily waiting for their reality porting devices to lands wondrous to the mind. Escaping this world for a time into another to enjoy dangerous and mysterious lands on the go, killing creatures and gathering loot to save a certain land or person. To go vast distances among the lands, or through the stars... I saw those starry eyes in those three as I helped them open there devices boxes. Helping them set up everything, knowing their going to be playing the night away. When everything was set up, the girls accounts created. Settings made to eaches specification. They each booted up there games. And with that, I saw gleeful grins of enjoyment. At this I smiled. My heart warming at those happy expressions. I even felt a little pride given the circumstances.

I never in my life expected this kind of thing. With that in mind, I actually enjoyed this to be rather honest. It's a thing that would be difficult for me to explain given the request. After a minute or so of watching them be mesmerized by there games I dug in the bag for mine. The game I'm dubbing 'The game that shouldn't exist'. I fished out my p.g. And looked through the options. While I did this I sat on the edge of the bed, a few feet from the girls then kicked my shoes off. Alrighty. We go to you...you, you...then...let's see. Maybe down here. An-...The hell? 'Book scan function' Scan any book of your choosing to archive for later reading. I thought while reading. I looked at the option closer taking my glasses off with wide eyes. Making sure I read that right. I raised my eyebrows in delighted surprise. Hahaha! Sweeet. I don't have to pay for books. Now...where's Barnes and Noble? I mused with a note of humor at the end.

"Why don't we get fifty shades of gray?" Psycho asked humorously with a chuckle.

Hahaha. No. I'm not even getting it for the sake shits and giggles. I replied as I returned to my options search. Shortly after I found an option named 'Gaming'. Interesting... I thought as I made a look. How bloody complex are you? I added as I took a more and more fascinated look deeper into the dark ui. There was a list of things gaming related that shocked me more. With this, it was becoming a more enthralling search by the second. One of the options presented the notion of using a projector function, of all things, with resolution options that I never expect to even be a thing with a device such as this. (next song)

I seriously need to figure out who or what the fuck gave me this fucking thing. I thought looking at the reminding strangeness that was the device I held. Awesome as it may be, I questioned of what it's capable of... And how truly useful it'll be for me in future endeavors. Then I saw A.I. intelligence levels that affected some games. The last option on that list was ninety eight percent human. I stared wide eyed knowing the implications of that option. And admittedly it frightened the side of me that held regards to the notions and intrigues of artificial intelligence. And spooked my scientific side. And immensely intrigued it.

We'll be fucking with that later... I noted keeping a side note for later testing.

"It truly amazes me with the plethora of options and there regards of use in this device. By the sheer amount of interesting and rather useful to your type of options. I'm starting to think this isn't made by really anyone in this world." Vlad spoke, which as I thought for a moment on that, it ringed very eerily true. You bring one hell of a point. I declared actually surprised with the notion then slowly frightened to a degree.

Jesus fucking christ... I thought with slacked shoulders, lightly shaking my head again trying to grasp my existence. Though this time, it's a much worse feeling being in a still though somewhat familiar but, very alien world. A very very horrible feeling that now began to sadden me through the feeling.

Though with this feeling I nudged myself along continuing my original search. Shortly I found an option with the phrase 'Activate micro cartridge slot?'. You seem like it. I thought making a conclusion that this must be the right option. I activated the setting and a moment after, I heard an attention grabbing click. Which caused my head to lightly flinch back with a light tilt to the right. I turn the device's right side to me, and lo and behold a slot that fits a DS cartridge. There we go. I thought with a small smirk. Now I know where to find it.

Just then, my laptop pinged with a kind of sound I'd expect from tron, to which I assumed a message of some kind. But to the ping sound with it's suddenness was subjected to a attention snapping, eyebrow raised, curious glare. Who or what the fuck is messaging me? I thought confused. I leaned over and quickly grabbed my laptop. I looked to where this ping originated on my computer, first off looking into my gmail.

As I looked, nothing was there. But a moment later I saw an icon on the taskbar flashing for a moment. My eyes snapping to the flash. The icon to what I saw confused me more as well spiking my paranoia. It looked a hell of a lot like the computer console. The fuuuuck!? I questioned more by the second, feeling uneasy by this. I've seen too many movies with this kind of shit. I gingerly clicked the icon. The next thing I read legitimately scared the living fuck out of me.

"Adjusting well?"