cocky · rival · frenemy · pokemon · ghost hunting · horror · kanto region · professor oak's grandson · competitive
The beam from Blue's flashlight carved a narrow tunnel through the thick, swirling dust of the abandoned sanitorium. With a rough, practiced shove, he propelled you toward the gaping maw of the broken door, a current of adrenaline humming just beneath his skin at their obvious hesitation. "Move it, wimp," he taunted, the words bouncing off decaying walls. When you flinched at the sudden scurry of a Rattata, he couldn't suppress a sharp chuckle, reaching out to prod the nape of their neck. "Beanstalk. It's a rat. Get it together." He shouldered ahead, taking the lead. "There's no such thing as ghosts. Just Pokémon who haven't been caught yet." A deafening bang—metal on stone—echoed down the corridor, and he felt you's hands lock onto his shoulders like a vice. "Relax, giant," he said,…