Homemade Receiver Stereo

[fanfiction: PKMN] Nightfall

Title: Nightfall
Fandom: Videogame! Pokémon
Pair: Red
Genre: General
Rating: Green
Warnings: One-Shot, What If
Word Count: 550
Notes: Written for the Second Mission of the COW-T, "Darkness."
'm not good at that sort of thing, dha.


He had found there, in the midst of the darkness so morbid as to appear solid, stopping to walk and had not said a word. He had set for a while ', and let the view get used to that piece of unexplored dark cave, and noting that there was nothing more than the man had to turn around and walk away - outstretched hands to claw the air like enough to show it in the dark.
Then there was a sudden and sharp sound, as of rocks that collide and scratch other stones, and the stranger had called him "Hey you! Yes, you! "Extending a hand towards him. It had been close up against a shoulder-Red had stopped to fix it between puzzled and suspicious, feeling that his apathetic eyes were unable to transmit all-and he seems to smile.
wore a pair of glasses so dark as to seem part of the same darkness, white teeth as the sole benchmark for that face a little 'chubby and a bit' creepy.
"With these glasses I saw you just can not! "He was saying the man, and Red still did not move after all. He stood there, staring at him, the silence so heavy it seems like a high pitched noise, and waited patiently. He had not found anyone in that cave so vast and so intricate to him left him scratches and cuts, bruises and bites Zubat wild, and it was not certain of having to cheer for the meeting with the lights out. He could not see it well and it did not liked at all.
The man seemed to hesitate. Perhaps even he could see him with those dark glasses-was already a miracle that he managed to grab it without falling to the ground, and looked around for a moment, uncomfortable. "Um," he said. "Vabbeh, I just wanted to tell you not to tell anyone you saw me here, ok? "
At these words, therefore, reached into his button-leaving the Champion-free to move and handed him something. A pair of glasses, in turn so dark as to seem one with the darkness around them, big and thick as particularly stubby little finger. Red
watched them for a while, sure that if he ever had a facial expression that would have taken at the time would show concern, and threw a quick glance to the man who stood before him. He seemed eager to please while waiting to bribe him and smiled, clasped hands as if to rub together, so that Red felt vaguely uneasy. Then put them on, but did not say anything, and with a slight nod of the head that could be understood as a desire to escape, he turned to resume his journey. Time to think back to what it was that annoying Zubat on his calf that collides with a rock, ran into another and fell face down without a whisper.
He made a hell and a couple of bad bruises will be additional to those already throbbing from the back and legs, but there in the dark-in morbid darkness so as to seem suffused with a blanket against her Red-skin tight she could not help but think, damn them, those silly glasses had not made a scratch.