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hintcoinplz[Luke's pretty sick of being sick. After a month's worth of feeling like he had the worst flu ever, growing horns and electrical powers, watching the Centers and some of the Gyms get destroyed, it's been a pretty hectic month. After his powers were gone, he found himself bedridden again and feeling even worse then he did when he got this strange illness.
Luckily the horns were starting to shrink, and his skin was turning back to its usual color. So at least he didn't have to spend the rest of his life in Johto looking like some kind of mutated Pikachu.
A scratching at the door wakes him up from his nap on the couch, and he wraps the blanket around himself and walks over to answer it. What he sees are three familiar Pokemon:
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Eh? Alice, what are you doing here? I thought big Luke...
[And then he looks down, seeing the sad looks on the Pokemon's face. His stomach sinks, trying to think of what could've happened. Something was wrong.
Luke turns back and dashes for his Pokegear, picking it up and dialing Clive directly.]
Big Luke! I found your Pokemon here! If you've ran away again, I swear I'll-
Number not found.
[Luke stops, staring at the message on the Pokegear, before trying to dial the number again. There's a painful tightening in his chest. Maybe it was a mistake?]
Number not found.
Number not found. Number not found. Number not found. Number not-
[The Pokegear is snapped closed, before he later notices the letter addressed to him on the table from Clive. As soon as he reads it, the letter confirms all of his fears.
Big Luke had finally gone home. After it finally sinks in, Luke sets the letter down and starts wiping at his eyes.
About a couple hours later, Luke will send out a message on the Pokegear. There's no hiding the hurt and anger in his voice, as much as he tries to sound like nothing's wrong. He knew it was silly being upset that your older self was gone, and he knew he'd see him when he got back home, but...
He didn't want to lose his big brother. He wanted him to stay here.]
Big Luke is gone, for anyone who knew him.
...As soon as I'm not sick anymore, I'm going to go traveling again.
Luckily the horns were starting to shrink, and his skin was turning back to its usual color. So at least he didn't have to spend the rest of his life in Johto looking like some kind of mutated Pikachu.
A scratching at the door wakes him up from his nap on the couch, and he wraps the blanket around himself and walks over to answer it. What he sees are three familiar Pokemon:
]Eh? Alice, what are you doing here? I thought big Luke...
[And then he looks down, seeing the sad looks on the Pokemon's face. His stomach sinks, trying to think of what could've happened. Something was wrong.
Luke turns back and dashes for his Pokegear, picking it up and dialing Clive directly.]
Big Luke! I found your Pokemon here! If you've ran away again, I swear I'll-
Number not found.
[Luke stops, staring at the message on the Pokegear, before trying to dial the number again. There's a painful tightening in his chest. Maybe it was a mistake?]
Number not found.
Number not found. Number not found. Number not found. Number not-
[The Pokegear is snapped closed, before he later notices the letter addressed to him on the table from Clive. As soon as he reads it, the letter confirms all of his fears.
Big Luke had finally gone home. After it finally sinks in, Luke sets the letter down and starts wiping at his eyes.
About a couple hours later, Luke will send out a message on the Pokegear. There's no hiding the hurt and anger in his voice, as much as he tries to sound like nothing's wrong. He knew it was silly being upset that your older self was gone, and he knew he'd see him when he got back home, but...
He didn't want to lose his big brother. He wanted him to stay here.]
Big Luke is gone, for anyone who knew him.
...As soon as I'm not sick anymore, I'm going to go traveling again.