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Don't mind me, just emptying my thoughts.
>be in 5th grade
>see pokémon Emerald at the local toy store
>Be intrigued by the shiny box and the fact that the cartridge is green
>decide to buy the game because I already owned the OG games
>Play until like fallabor town
>get stuck at some point
>know a guy at school who knows a lot about pokémon. He has no real friends and stuff but I want to ask him for help
>look him up during one of the breaks
>Ask him if he wants to help me progress after school
>we become poke bros
>we battle, trade, all that good shit
>we manage to complete the hoenn dex together (holy shit we were like 11 and we didn't even have acces to the internet/know where to look up the info).
>rad times
>time progresses
>get out of touch with him after going to middle school and get out of touch with pokémon after hg/ss
>at some point I realize I haven't seen my pokebro in forever
>Decide to visit his home
>His mom is sitting downstairs, looks like she's been crying
>walk upstairs, pokebro is also looks upset but is happy to see me
>we play pokemon battle revolution
>never played it before, shit was cash
>get a text later that night after I got home
>"I need to tell you something man"
>Wonder what it is, we meet up the next day
>Tells me he has cancer
>Tells me he has like a few months to live max
>Wants to complete the pokedex with me one more time
>we start catching, breeding and evolving all the pokémon we can in order to complete the dex
>neither of us has feebas/milotic anymore
>Friend ends up in hospital, only pokémon we need for dex are feebas/milotic
>unable to catch the fuckers no matter how long we try
>friend tells me it's okay and tells me he wants me to have his games when he passes away
>the next day I walk into his hospital room but he's not there
>doctors say he passed
>I burst into treats
>start up his save file
>all of his pokémon are nicknamed "FAG"
>realize he thought I was a fag all along
>spit on his grave and fuck his mom
