attempting madoka/pokespe fusion fic
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pseudogeek...because I'm convinced that two sad things can result in a not so sad thing...
Characters are from Pokemon. I'm not sure if this is PG or R rated. How is Madoka not R rated for all the horrors?
Lin beta please
"A wish?"
The white creature nodded.
"Any wish? No catch?"
This is why the incubator dislikes recruiting boys. Girls tend to be greedy enough or desperate enough to make a wish without questioning the catch, only the limit of the wish. Boys... they just don't have this much desperation.
"Becoming a monster? Only after losing mind to despair? That won't be problem, because I won't ever lose myself to despair! And with my wish, there is no way that I'll ever despair."
The boy made the wish. A red haired boy of the same age is shown, the object of the new magic boy's wish.
"Hm. Looks like a girl. Silver, of the neighbour district? More like a fiery Ave Maria. Hope you aren't lying to me, white fluff, or I, Gold, will turn you into BBQ fluffy."
That wasn't even intimidating. But threat taken, the incubator leads the way.
---
There is still no despair. Civilizations crumbled and humans fell, but they are still here, in the same shape as millennia ago, two young men against the world, back to back, fighting in perfect symphony.
But Walpurgis Night is here, and their story is about to end.
All magic girls and boys of Earth have fallen, safe for the two here, who never despaired.
One wished to be stronger than any adversary.
Other wished to never have a boring life.
One's wish serves as bait, the foes swarming towards them in corresponding dangerousness, like an RPG where levels are fixed to pave a road to the final boss, all of them just strong enough to not be boring.
Other's wish serves as the spear, always be able to overcome the coming enemies, always growing just enough to be more powerful than the next.
And now they are facing the final boss.
Silver is stronger than Walpurgis Night, that, he knows. But he also knows that defeating it means blacking out his gem, and he is out of Grief Seeds.
Gold is not living a boring life, now or ever, and he knows. But this is the end of them. End of him and Silver. End of their partnership. One of them is going to black out and become a witch. One of them is going to be the other's slayer. Or they could both die here. Or both turn into witches, losing their mind and living in separate dimension for the rest of their nights.
Once they turn, one will become the next Walpurgis Night, stronger than any other, and the other is going to have fun hunting various lifeforms, never out of prey.
But they won't be meeting each other again. They won't even know that each other exist.
'This would be unforgivable.'
'This would be not so bad.'
They don't even agree with each other. Not that they used to agree with each other.
They enter the fight anyway, not knowing any other choice. They don't even have anything left to protect anymore...
...beside each other, not that they want to admit. The other is an idiot, already charging at the enemy as if invincible. Always.
They win anyway, though they are not sure how.
Lying on ruins of the past, they wait. None of them move.
"Hey."
"Yo."
"What do you think I'll be like, as a witch?"
"Who knows? Probably a huge red phallic symbol entering a hole, because you've never ever managed to get laid."
"That's more like your witch form."
Pause. The sound of the wind is mixed with sand and dust. Thunderclouds are starting to fade, the grey above slowly turning an illuminated white.
"Silver."
"Yes?"
"What do you think our witch form will be like?"
"Ours? I thought I'm the only one turning."
"What if I lost my last Seed?"
"Then you would be an idiot. And you can't lose a Seed. You have the power to read their locations, something like that cannot stay lost for long."
"I'm asking if. What do you think?"
The gem in Silver's hand is clouding. It is almost entirely black.
"Well?"
"Well... I think mine would be red and black. Nothing original so far, I know. But I think I'll be able to have wings. Big wings. Covering the sky. Nothing will be stronger than me, and nothing will need to fight me. I'll be their sky. But I will be facing outwards, staring into space. And I won't be able to see if new lifeforms are formed under my wings. I won't be able to feel them. I'll be looking into space until suns die and nothing is left but void and an uniform pool of protons, and life may still be thriving under my wings, except that I'll never know. And no one will be able to kill me because of my wish. It'll last forever."
"That's depressing."
"Yeah."
"You still didn't say what would be my form."
"My bad."
"Say it now."
"It would be portal suns."
"Ha?"
"Portals. That emit light. Look like suns."
"...that's it?"
"That's it."
"Not fair, yours got much more description."
"It is my form."
"And why portal suns? That's too abstract! Why not a shiny gold samurai riding a silver horse and holding a spear?"
"How many sexual phantasms did you include in that one?"
"A lot. Don't you regret it?"
The sun is peeking from the clouds now. Light shines on Silver's gem, making it impossible to discern how much it has blacked out.
"No."
Silver is looking at Gold now. It's been a good life. He is going to turn, and his most trusted person is going to kill him before that happens, sparing him from misery. It's been a perfectly wonderful life, and now he is going to get a perfectly good death.
"I do."
Gold meant it. It's been fun, but it was far from perfect. Many great restaurants were trashed before he could take Silver there for diner. Many facilities were destroyed before he could try tag team with Silver, for once not against witches, but against regular humans and in public. So many movies unwatched, so many places unseen, so many things never done.
They've known each other for millennia, but there was not even a single moment of skin contact.
How ridiculous was that?
"You are such a greedy person."
"I am."
Silver was going to say a comeback, but his words mingle in the throat. His body is jerking and in pain. The gem is cracking from internal pressure, the darkness agitated within, millennia worth of despair that he never had.
Gold kisses him. On the lips, between the lips, passionate and desperate.
This is it, Silver thinks. He's going to kill me. Not sure what the kiss means, though...
Then he feels something bumped against his gem. He is wishing with every single cell of his body that it's not Gold's last Grief Seed. He is satisfied with life. Gold isn't. Gold should live on longer.
But it isn't a Grief Seed. It's a gem.
Gold's gem. Absorbing Silver's despair.
"You are such an idiot..."
"Relax. We are both idiots. Now hush, let me feel you a bit more..."
---
When the next lifeform comes around, so do wishes and despair. Incubator intervened again, always seeking energy. Witches and magical children emerge again, and the planet is once again a battlefield towards destruction.
This time, the Walpurgis Night is a humanoid being, two heads and torsos fused by the small of their back. One half is golden with the madness of the sun, the other silver with the calmness of the moon. They hung upside down from the sky, which is now a solid blackness covering the planet like a shell.
um... by Puella Magi standard, this is a happy ending! /shot
Characters are from Pokemon. I'm not sure if this is PG or R rated. How is Madoka not R rated for all the horrors?
"A wish?"
The white creature nodded.
"Any wish? No catch?"
This is why the incubator dislikes recruiting boys. Girls tend to be greedy enough or desperate enough to make a wish without questioning the catch, only the limit of the wish. Boys... they just don't have this much desperation.
"Becoming a monster? Only after losing mind to despair? That won't be problem, because I won't ever lose myself to despair! And with my wish, there is no way that I'll ever despair."
The boy made the wish. A red haired boy of the same age is shown, the object of the new magic boy's wish.
"Hm. Looks like a girl. Silver, of the neighbour district? More like a fiery Ave Maria. Hope you aren't lying to me, white fluff, or I, Gold, will turn you into BBQ fluffy."
That wasn't even intimidating. But threat taken, the incubator leads the way.
---
There is still no despair. Civilizations crumbled and humans fell, but they are still here, in the same shape as millennia ago, two young men against the world, back to back, fighting in perfect symphony.
But Walpurgis Night is here, and their story is about to end.
All magic girls and boys of Earth have fallen, safe for the two here, who never despaired.
One wished to be stronger than any adversary.
Other wished to never have a boring life.
One's wish serves as bait, the foes swarming towards them in corresponding dangerousness, like an RPG where levels are fixed to pave a road to the final boss, all of them just strong enough to not be boring.
Other's wish serves as the spear, always be able to overcome the coming enemies, always growing just enough to be more powerful than the next.
And now they are facing the final boss.
Silver is stronger than Walpurgis Night, that, he knows. But he also knows that defeating it means blacking out his gem, and he is out of Grief Seeds.
Gold is not living a boring life, now or ever, and he knows. But this is the end of them. End of him and Silver. End of their partnership. One of them is going to black out and become a witch. One of them is going to be the other's slayer. Or they could both die here. Or both turn into witches, losing their mind and living in separate dimension for the rest of their nights.
Once they turn, one will become the next Walpurgis Night, stronger than any other, and the other is going to have fun hunting various lifeforms, never out of prey.
But they won't be meeting each other again. They won't even know that each other exist.
'This would be unforgivable.'
'This would be not so bad.'
They don't even agree with each other. Not that they used to agree with each other.
They enter the fight anyway, not knowing any other choice. They don't even have anything left to protect anymore...
...beside each other, not that they want to admit. The other is an idiot, already charging at the enemy as if invincible. Always.
They win anyway, though they are not sure how.
Lying on ruins of the past, they wait. None of them move.
"Hey."
"Yo."
"What do you think I'll be like, as a witch?"
"Who knows? Probably a huge red phallic symbol entering a hole, because you've never ever managed to get laid."
"That's more like your witch form."
Pause. The sound of the wind is mixed with sand and dust. Thunderclouds are starting to fade, the grey above slowly turning an illuminated white.
"Silver."
"Yes?"
"What do you think our witch form will be like?"
"Ours? I thought I'm the only one turning."
"What if I lost my last Seed?"
"Then you would be an idiot. And you can't lose a Seed. You have the power to read their locations, something like that cannot stay lost for long."
"I'm asking if. What do you think?"
The gem in Silver's hand is clouding. It is almost entirely black.
"Well?"
"Well... I think mine would be red and black. Nothing original so far, I know. But I think I'll be able to have wings. Big wings. Covering the sky. Nothing will be stronger than me, and nothing will need to fight me. I'll be their sky. But I will be facing outwards, staring into space. And I won't be able to see if new lifeforms are formed under my wings. I won't be able to feel them. I'll be looking into space until suns die and nothing is left but void and an uniform pool of protons, and life may still be thriving under my wings, except that I'll never know. And no one will be able to kill me because of my wish. It'll last forever."
"That's depressing."
"Yeah."
"You still didn't say what would be my form."
"My bad."
"Say it now."
"It would be portal suns."
"Ha?"
"Portals. That emit light. Look like suns."
"...that's it?"
"That's it."
"Not fair, yours got much more description."
"It is my form."
"And why portal suns? That's too abstract! Why not a shiny gold samurai riding a silver horse and holding a spear?"
"How many sexual phantasms did you include in that one?"
"A lot. Don't you regret it?"
The sun is peeking from the clouds now. Light shines on Silver's gem, making it impossible to discern how much it has blacked out.
"No."
Silver is looking at Gold now. It's been a good life. He is going to turn, and his most trusted person is going to kill him before that happens, sparing him from misery. It's been a perfectly wonderful life, and now he is going to get a perfectly good death.
"I do."
Gold meant it. It's been fun, but it was far from perfect. Many great restaurants were trashed before he could take Silver there for diner. Many facilities were destroyed before he could try tag team with Silver, for once not against witches, but against regular humans and in public. So many movies unwatched, so many places unseen, so many things never done.
They've known each other for millennia, but there was not even a single moment of skin contact.
How ridiculous was that?
"You are such a greedy person."
"I am."
Silver was going to say a comeback, but his words mingle in the throat. His body is jerking and in pain. The gem is cracking from internal pressure, the darkness agitated within, millennia worth of despair that he never had.
Gold kisses him. On the lips, between the lips, passionate and desperate.
This is it, Silver thinks. He's going to kill me. Not sure what the kiss means, though...
Then he feels something bumped against his gem. He is wishing with every single cell of his body that it's not Gold's last Grief Seed. He is satisfied with life. Gold isn't. Gold should live on longer.
But it isn't a Grief Seed. It's a gem.
Gold's gem. Absorbing Silver's despair.
"You are such an idiot..."
"Relax. We are both idiots. Now hush, let me feel you a bit more..."
---
When the next lifeform comes around, so do wishes and despair. Incubator intervened again, always seeking energy. Witches and magical children emerge again, and the planet is once again a battlefield towards destruction.
This time, the Walpurgis Night is a humanoid being, two heads and torsos fused by the small of their back. One half is golden with the madness of the sun, the other silver with the calmness of the moon. They hung upside down from the sky, which is now a solid blackness covering the planet like a shell.
um... by Puella Magi standard, this is a happy ending! /shot
