“Hello there.” “I’m not a ghost.” Victini covered its mouth and giggled.
It flew in front of the startled Ogerpon and circled her twice: “I am Victini, and I’ve come to be your friend.” “Friend?” Upon hearing the word ‘friend,’ Ogerpon immediately stopped thinking about Victini’s origins, and a smile instantly bloomed on her face.
Pon-Pon, who fears loneliness, simply cannot resist the temptation of a friend.
As long as they are willing to play with her, they are a good Pokémon.
“It’s not just me; there’s also Eric.” Victini did not hide Eric’s existence, directly telling her the information about Ogerpon it had heard from its Trainer: “To find you, Eric crossed the ocean and traveled a very long way; it was super hard work.” “Eh?” Ogerpon looked confused; she didn’t know anyone named Eric.
“Eric?
Who is that?” Ogerpon thought carefully, but no matter how she searched her memory, she couldn’t find anything related to Eric.
This was normal.
Ogerpon fears loneliness, but she is even more afraid of strangers.
Having been frightened by the boorish people of Kitakami for hundreds of years, Ogerpon had long ago turned the concept that she was scary and couldn’t approach humans into a mental brand, engraved deep in her bones.
Over these years, whenever she encountered humans, Ogerpon would immediately stay away.
So she really couldn’t remember when she had ever had contact with a human named Eric.
“Eric possesses magical powers and can know things that happen far away.” Regarding how he found out about Ogerpon, Eric’s explanation to Victini was that he possessed a special ability.
There are quite a lot of special abilities in the Pokémon world.
Attributing information from games and anime to special abilities wouldn’t make anyone suspicious.
Because guys even more outrageous than Eric are everywhere in the Pokémon world.
Adding a mediocre prophet like him is nothing at all.
“Eric knows me?” “Mhm.” Victini got straight to the point: “He wants to invite you to leave here and go travel the outside world with us.” As it said this, Victini shared its own origins and the thousand years it had been bound to Eindoak Town with Ogerpon.
In a way, the two were actually in similar circumstances.
One was physically trapped, the other was mentally confined.
To say that Ogerpon liked the place of Kitakami very much would really be an overstatement.
Otherwise, in the game, she wouldn’t have been moved by the Paldea succubus, abandoning the Oni Mountain cave and running off with them.
Afterward, the two little ones chatted a lot on the hillside.
“Leave, go outside…” Ogerpon had never had such a thought.
To be honest, Ogerpon was a bit tempted.
“But…” Ogerpon lowered her head, still a bit afraid: “Pon-Pon looks so ugly; Eric will be scared too, right?” “Vini?” Victini, flying in mid-air, was stunned.
It really wanted to say, ‘Girl, are you joking?’ Ogerpon looks ugly?
Even Victini, which claims to be cuteness incarnate, feels that Ogerpon is very cute, just like a young girl among humans.
With this appearance and this image, how is she in any way related to the word ‘ugly’?
“Isn’t she?” Ogerpon was worried that Eric would feel disappointed after seeing her.
It had been so many years, and finally, there was someone willing to approach her; Ogerpon didn’t want the other party to be scared away by her again.
“I can’t understand…” Well, Victini indicated that this question from Ogerpon was beyond its scope of understanding.
Before coming, the clever little one had patted its chest and promised Eric that it would definitely bring Ogerpon back for him.
However, the reason for Ogerpon’s hesitation left Victini a bit confused: ‘Between the two of us, someone must have a problem.’ “That’s right!” Suddenly, a lightbulb went off over Victini’s head, and it thought of something: “Eric won’t be scared by you; look at this.” Victini took out the drawing of Ogerpon that Eric had prepared.
“Victini!” Ogerpon saw the Pokémon on the drawing; it was surprisingly her wearing the mask, as well as her appearance without the mask.
Although they had never met, Eric was able to know of her existence from thousands of miles away.
You have to know, not even the people of Kitakami are necessarily clear about her specific appearance.
When they see her, they only scream in terror and then run away as if fleeing for their lives.
If it were the masked form of Ogerpon, perhaps someone would know, but without the mask, she would definitely not be exposed to the eyes of outsiders.
“This is what Eric drew.” Victini: “So you don’t need to worry.” “And Eric knows about your situation.
He said you did the right thing.
The one who was wrong was never you, but those bad Pokémon who stole your masks and harmed your family!” “Victini.” Hearing this sentence from Victini, Ogerpon couldn’t help but feel her eyes grow moist.
This time, it wasn’t because of nostalgia or sadness, but the heartache of being acknowledged and understood.
“He, Eric, really said that?” This question needed no doubt; besides her, in this world, would anyone really know the truth of what happened back then?
“Pitter-patter~ pitter-patter~~” Tears couldn’t stop sliding down Ogerpon’s cheeks.
This pitiful appearance made even Victini feel heartache for her.
Compared to Ogerpon, who was driven away like a plague god, although Victini was also bound to one place, at least it was not bullied or cursed at.
The legends about it in Eindoak Town were, without exception, positive.
It is hard to imagine what kind of torture it is for a pure-hearted Pokémon to be framed and smeared by humans for hundreds of years, constantly immersed in the pain of suffering from malice without anywhere to vent.
It can only be said that Ogerpon not going completely berserk, rushing down the mountain to attack the villagers and smashing those who turned black into white to pieces, is entirely due to her being too kind.
Such a good child, forced to this extent.
Just approaching the village makes her tremble and develop PTSD; no wonder Eric would be so disgusted with the people of this place and call them boorish people.
“The people here are really too bad.” Victini: “Let’s go, ignore them!” There was no help for it; Victini is also a good child and similarly wouldn’t have thoughts of revenge.
In its eyes, the worst thing is just quietly taking someone else’s food and then watching them look like they are questioning life.