[MEME] VR/R29 VERSE

[wolfintheattic]

ROUTE 29 / VICTORY ROAD CATCH-ALL MEME

You know what to do.

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Maurice Hutch | OC

[toothaches]

UNDERTALE SPOILERS AHEAD

[onceamonster]

[There's a young boy walking through town today with dusty blonde hair that falls into his eyes, looking a little unsure of himself as he carries a Sunkern in his arms, one that seems a lot larger than it really is in his small hands. He's been here for some time now, having just traveled on the Routes enough to make it to Cherrygrove, but not much farther...

He's been human for weeks now, but...it's still a highly unsettling experience. It's frightening more than anything, right up there with being a flower. Something about it doesn't seem right. It isn't natural.

That's what he's thinking, at least, until he hears the grass rustling just outside of his vision, right near where he's walking. He comes to a stop, looking over just in time to see a Pidgey come fluttering from the grass. And another. And another.

...they stare at Asriel and the giant seed with eyes in his hands, and the second he makes eye contact with them he knows.

With a shriek, Asriel turns and starts to run, nearly tripping on untied shoes as sprints away as fast as he can go with the flock of Pidgey chasing him and his partner.]

N-no! No, go away!!

Jack Skellington | The Nightmare Before Christmas

[quickattackjack]

I'm not even sorry

[lotsaspaghetti]

EXCUSE ME!!! RANDOM CITIZEN!!!!

[Here comes Papyrus, bounding up to Jack seemingly out of nowhere. Why is he yelling? Because it's the only way he knows how to communicate.]

I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HAVE, WELL. TEMPORARILY MISPLACED MYSELF ALONG THE WAY OF MY EPIC QUEST!!!! YOU WOULDN'T... HAPPEN TO HAVE A MAP OF SOME KIND, WOULD YOU...?

Ralph | Wreck-It Ralph

[rocketralph]

[sansmercy]

[Goldenrod City.

Home of such major attractions as the Goldenrod department store, the Goldenrod Radio Tower, and the Johto Team Rocket Headquarters.

There are free beds there, of course, but Sans' favourite attraction is the kitchen.

Why?

Well.

It's free, for one. Just like the beds. And when you have that many Rockets, you're gonna need a lot of ketchup.

Sans has slowly, begrudgingly, learned that he needs to put something else besides ketchup in his body or he's going to regret it.... but that doesn't mean he can't treat food primarily as a ketchup delivery system.

Which means the burger he's putting in his mouth may or may not be the most vile construct seen since Wrath arrived.

It's at least 80% ketchup. Possibly more.

Delicious.]

Henry Townshend | Silent Hill 4

[no_ufo_ending]

JW | OC

[goldeneyeball]

[armoredsoul]

[Al is heading back into Goldenrod after a day of training, laughing at his Eevee pair prancing around each other and playing as they all walk. It's late and he's getting pretty tired; all he has in mind right now is finding something warm and filling to eat and curling up with a good book once he's back at the house. He's so distracted, he doesn't even notice the trainer lurking just up ahead at all.]

Sans | Undertale

[sansmercy]

[He's probably not trying to be the very best. He may not be trying at all.]

[gainedlove]

[Trot trot trot down the street. Frisk has been making good time with Toriel, ignoring ledges like it ain't no thing and being their normal curious self. They've finally arrived in Goldenrod, and as they're poking around the city they happen to hear a very familiar snore coming from a hot dog cart nearby.]

[* Investigate]

[By which we mean hello Sans, you now have a smol child poking your arm and hoping you're not suffocating under all that fat and muscle.]

[toothaches]

<sub>[It's raining. It's raining and Maurice is from Texas and rain is a foreign concept so he's tromping along the path with his hair plastered flat to his head and can hardly see. His little shiny Nidoran is tucked into his vest and shivering.]

[Up ahead he spots someone in a coat. Maurice breaks into a slow jog.]</sub>

Hey! Hey, how far is it to Violet?

Frisk | Undertale

[gainedlove]

[You think it's impossible to pacifist run the gym challenge? They will prove you WRONG.]

[toothaches]

Hey! Hey, wait up!

_{[Maurice comes huffing and puffing down the route with his Nidorino galloping after him. The trainer has quite a few bandaids slapped onto his bare arms.]}

I wouldn't go through that grass if I were you!

[lotsaspaghetti]

FRISK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Somehow, Papyrus has spotted the familiar face of the one, the only-- his human!! Well, not really his, but the human he was the most familiar with, at any rate. He gracelessly plods over to where the human stands, grinning from ear to ear. He might look very different now-- his white bones now wrapped up in soft flesh and dark skin-- but that grin can't belong to anyone else.

Not to mention that voice. He still shouts every word he says. He has apparently also fashioned himself a cape out of what might be curtains.]

IT'S YOU!!!!! OH MY GOODNESS!!!!!!!! HAVE YOU UNDERTAKEN A WONDERFUL JOURNEY OF DREAMS AND POKEMON TOO??

Toriel | Undertale

[begoodmychild]

_{[Fresh muse, be gentle.]}

[gainedlove]

[The great thing about being in Pokemon Land? Just about everything starts out wanting to be your friend.]

[The downside? The kids will bring home the grossest pets you have ever seen. How Frisk is carrying a sentient ball of slime, no one really knows, but by golly this Grimer needs to be introduced to their mom RIGHT THIS INSTANT.]

Mom! Moooom! Lookit what I found!

[IT'S SO GROSS ISN'T IT COOL.]

Shenzi | The Lion King

[shitsngiggles]

[Training Day]

There they were- the both of them tussling around in the grass in a grayish blur of fur and gangly limbs. Suddenly, Shenzi stopped, her poochyena doing the same, the both of them ignoring puzzled looks from the passerby to share a moment. "That was a good tackle," she grinned while scratching his ear, "but next time-"

She was cut short as something had apparently caught her yena's attention- he was now yapping and barreling full-speed at whoever had hazarded to get too close to the sparring match.


[Lend a Hand?]

"Stupid rats with wings..." she muttered, absent-mindedly licking her lips at the thought. She was trying her damndest to wrap up her poochyena's injured forepaw (all the while he's snarling and mouthing at her hands in agitation). "I know- I KNOW! Just.. gimme a minute, wouldja? Jeez..." This was harder than she'd expected...

[HAND LENDED]

[toothaches]

Maurice had been watching this from afar for a good ten minutes. When it stretched to fifteen, he couldn't take it anymore. His Good Samaritan streak started acting up. With his Nidoran perched on his shoulder, he approached and coughed against one of his fists.

"You, ah...y'want some help holdin' him?"

Oh god what was he doing he didn't know this lady.

TRAININ DAY!!!

[garbagechild]

Training in public was commonplace-- literally wrestling with your Pokemon on the green? Probably a little less commonplace, if only because it was considered causing a commotion, and also dangerous maybe.

But ONE passersby doesn't think it's weird at all!

That passersby is a short little mess of lanky, miscolored limbs with a wild mane of raggedy black hair and bare feet. And a crop top that he probably found in someone's trash. This terrible creature's name is Wrath, and he has been watching Shenzi and her Poochyena from a short distance away, intently.

He wrestles with his Pokemon all the time, and it's super fun, and hey! There's somebody else doing it! Maybe he can play with them!

When the Poochyena comes charging at him, he doesn't run-- instead he grins a BIG OL' GRIN full of sharp, sharky teeth and drops onto all fours, himself. He has no tail, and never has, but a large amount of his internal encyclopedia of body language has come from his own Pokemon, so he is literally meeting the 'yena's charge with a wiggly, excited play-bow.

"RRRRRRRR!"

Edward Scissorhands

[topiaries]

[A Sharp Dressed Man]

As soon as Edward discovered the gifts this world had graced him with, he knew exactly what he wanted to do with them. Thanks to his increased exposure to the Normal World by Megs and her family, the ex-automaton knew how to find a clothing shop and once he did, he stood on the threshold with a tight chest.

It felt like a dream. There he was, albeit a little disheveled and oddly dressed (he'd buttoned his shirt wrong and his belt was out of at least half its loops) but nobody batted an eye at him. The woman and her Furfrou that passed by on the way to the hats didn't even look at his wily hair. As the dog Pokemon passed, he dared to lean out and brush his hand along the top of its back. He was invisible.

There were buttons to be buttoned here. Buckles to be buckled, zippers to be zipped, ties to be tied, so many things to touch. Smooth silk, scratchy wool, bumpy corduroy...

However, Edward eventually became less and less invisible as he tried on more and more clothes on on top of the ones he was already wearing. There were several things he wasn't entirely sure how to wear. A scarf went around his waist, a pair of tube socks fit neatly over his arms, surely a skirt could be a poncho. It was getting hard to move his arms and he'd started bumping into displays and stumbling over smaller Pokemon.

As eyes started to turn his way, he skulked between two shelves of pants with a murmured apology. Maybe he should practice somewhere else. He still had a lot to learn. He wished his friends were here. As nice as being invisible was, he had to admit that he suddenly found himself missing the encouragement.

These gloomy thoughts were interrupted when he caught sight of another shelf. There they were. They were just his size and calling his name. Edward carefully picked up the fancy dark gloves and slipped them on. He turned to look into one of the tall mirrors that littered the store and smiled a small smile to himself.

"I'm finished."

----

Naturally, a beginning trainer liked Edward couldn't afford the metric shitton of clothes he'd piled onto himself so after receiving some aid in pulling them off he was content to exit with only the gloves and empty pockets.

And that, my friends, is how one would happen upon a shivering young man in some slammin' black gloves happily practicing buttoning and unbuttoning his shirt on the edge of the path. He didn't have a coat or a scarf and his bag sat by his boots, abandoned for the moment.


[PET EVERY DOG]


May I?

_{[It's a quiet request and it comes from a shy but eager-looking fellow who is on a mission. He must pet everything. Changes are, if you've got a Pokemon by your side, Edward wants to pet it. Hell, he's already pulled one glove off and by the looks of it, he has been petting many things he shouldn't. Scratches and little bandages cover his fingers but YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S IN THE NAME OF SCIENCE.]}


[Reminders]

_{[Edward holds the Skarmory chick out at arm's length as it flaps its wings and shreds his sleeves. While its excited thrashing does hurt, he keeps a straight face as he watches what he assumes is a very advanced automaton cut him to ribbons. He's utterly endeared to the temperamental creature and is determined not to let Eli happen all over again.]}

You can be good.

_{[SCREE SCREE SCREE]}

You can.

_{[Edward's face creases as his sleeves start to darken with blood. He just has to wait it out. It's always worked before.]}

[PET EVERY DOG]

[exeggutorhead]

Uh.

[Envy's giving the man a baffled, slightly wary sort of Look. It's true, sometimes people would want to come up and pet Pokemon, he's used to that. He's not used to people being...weirdly intense about it.]

[It doesn't help that the Pokemon that Edward is reaching for is one of the once that really should not be petted. In fact, the Ninetales at his side is eyeing the approaching hand even more suspiciously than Envy, her ears starting to turn backwards.]

Maybe you shouldn't pet her, unless you want some burns to go with the rest of that.

ALL DOG PET GOOD

[gainedlove]

[Edward barely has a chance to start that hesitant reach before the Houndoom comes bounding over and all but shoves his head into his hand. Yes, everyone has permission to pet the Wonderful and Amazing Big Bone! On his back, a particularly rotund Houndour yawns widely and cracks open one eye.]

[Frisk, for their part, just giggles and nods.] Go ahead!

Mettaton | Undertale

[mttbrandlegs]

A. Dreams Are Real!!



The first thing Mettaton does is not to react to his new gooey friend. He's been around snails enough that such things don't really bother him, and he's currently ambivalent to the Goomy's presence, even as it slithers onto his boot, making a squishy noise.

Instead he simply exists there, having fallen to his knees. He has to just...exist right now. To feel everything. The beat of his heart thrumming in his chest, encased by a living skeleton, muscles, and skin. He needs to take all of this in, and as he does, it makes his heart race and his head spin.

He can't even be embarrassed to feel the warmth of tears running down his tanned cheeks. He can cry! God, he can cry, he can feel things in such a different way!!

"Th...this is the happiest...moment of my life!!" he proclaims, and it would sound more meaningful if he wasn't so choked up about being a human. HE'S A HUMAN!!!

Anyone happening upon him would notice several things about him besides the fact that he's emoting so much. Firstly, he's wearing three-inch heels, one of which is being nested on by a Goomy. Secondly, his outfit is very form-fitting and covers much of his body, save for his upper arms, neck, and face.

Thirdly, he's new!


B. Okay...the Shine's Wearing Off Now



Some time has passed since Mettaton's induction in the annals of Pokemon history!! Well...lightly speaking. He's not popular yet, but he'll work on it. He's still learning the rules of a Pokemon trainer, and the whole LV and EXP thing is really jarring, especially considering the fact that, well. It meant something entirely different in his world.

Unfortunately, he's still maladjusted to actually being a living, biological creature with needs, and as a guy constantly on the go, he's burned out his energy rather quickly. Understandably so, since he hasn't eaten in a day and a half (not counting stuffing the one meal he had into his mouth three days or so ago, just because he wanted to enjoy actual flavors and eating corporeal food!), and lord knows he hardly slept in that time. Too busy. Too much walking to do!!

Mettaton's really starting to drag, and the way he's slumped on a bench in the Cherrygrove Pokemon Center indicates pretty clearly that this idiot hasn't sussed out basic human self-care. Seriously. Eliminating was enough of a trial, now he had to eat and sleep???


C. MTT-Brand Adaptation!



OKAY, ALRIGHT!! Mettaton's been advised on how being a normal person works, and he's also been well-advised on Pokemon battles. From what he understands, it's not a bad thing to battle against wild Pokemon with your own. Nothing dies, and it's good for progression, especially when it comes to being friends with your little buddy!

And Mettaton really does love his little Goomy! It reminds him of home in a satisfying way! How long has it been since he's been in the presence of such silky swagger?! Understandably, the nickname was easy to pick for his Pokemon companion. Said companion is offered a privileged position in the former automaton's arms, at least for a while. Gotta let his buddy have fresh air!

"I admit, Silky! It was a bit of a trial learning the odds and ends of humanity!" he says conversationally...to his Goomy. "But I do believe I've got it down, so all that's left now is to properly train you, hmm~? You've done so well at protecting me, so I should become a better trainer for you!"

The gooey Pokemon seems excited at the prospect and its big mouth opens in a smile while its antennae wiggle. "GooOOoO," It burbles. Mettaton appears pleased at the enthusiasm and hugs the Pokemon close.

Look. He gets really emotional about things. Do not judge if you see him, or face his Goomy's wrath!


[[OOC: If you prefer brackets, I'll match! Also, Human!Mettaton appears Hispanic, his visible eye is pink, and he has a thin, but muscular physique.]]

B

[rocketralph]

'Scuse me! Pardon me! Won't be but a sec!

<sub>[Mettaton's lounging is promptly (and rudely, might I add) interrupted by what can roughly be compared to a brick wall wearing overalls. Ralph is on the look-out for his mischievous Slurpuff, Nelly, and she likes to stick to the bottom of things.]

[So naturally he lifts up the bench the poor ex-ghost is seated on so that he can look beneath it.]</sub>

Shinji | Get In The Robot

[onedaygay]

[what am i even doing with this kid]