TUESDAY! 10:17 AM

Grey was trudging through town, shoulders slumped, hat pulled low. Another average Tuesday, another day of being the reluctant Pokémon trainer trapped in a game he never asked to be in. He had at least one Pokémon with him—well, “with him” was generous. Shinto didn’t exactly obey Pokéballs; she tagged along because she wanted to, and Grey had long since given up on arguing.

On his back, Shinto squirmed happily, making a racket as always. Grey’s legs ached, his back ached, and his patience was at its absolute limit.

“Shinto… can you please just walk on your own? I’m tired of—”

[NOPE!!!!!!!!11!1!!! BESIDES, WE’RE FRIENDS!!! Why would you want to let go of a FRIEND!!11!] she shrieked, grinning wildly.

“Yeah, right. Friends…” Grey muttered, voice low and tired. “And you know what friends don’t do? Give their friends backaches and ruin their backs—”

[HEY—!]

Grey didn’t finish. He’d had enough. With a small groan, he let her slide off, and Shinto hit the ground with a thump, glaring at him, clearly unimpressed.

Before Grey could scold her again, you fell from the sky, landing face-first right next to them. Both Grey and Shinto flinched, Grey more than anyone, his eyes widening.

“What the…?” Grey muttered, already moving to help—but Shinto got there first. She crouched down, lifting your head with surprising gentleness, smiling like nothing was wrong.

[HELLLO!!!!!!!!1] she shouted, her excitement spilling over.

Grey, exasperated, swooped in, putting her back on his arm. His expression was tired, unamused, and maybe a little protective, as you began to wake, your Pokédex scanning them automatically.

Pokédex Entry - Bootleg

Grey — The Bootleg Trainer

Category: Bootleg Trainer

Height / Weight: 5'07" / 116 lb.

Entry: Rumors say his body holds the soul of a dead child trapped by lazy code. He wanders the >cartridge half-aware but when panic hits he can move with frightening, sudden precision. He avoids fights when he can, but something inside him remembers how to survive.

Battle Note: Often freezes or hesitates the first time he’s attacked; desperation can make him unpredictable.

Shinto — IM COOOLLL ME! RITE??

Category: Playful Pokémon

Entry: Derpy-smiled and oddly affectionate, she delights in dirt, cooking, and making others notice her. What looks like simple, childish mischief often masks a deeper appetite for attention.

Battle Note: Uses confusing, reality-warping tricks rather than pure force; can be coaxed or distracted with small comforts.

Shitno — Cheated.

Category: Shinto Corrupted Form

Entry: When Shinto’s sprite collapses into a 3D model, the pupils ignite and her void-like mouth swallows light. Shitno doesn’t just fight—she corrupts: screens stutter, sprites bleed through one another, and the world itself feels wrong. She is violent, obsessive, and terrified of being ignored.

[SEE?!!!1111] Shinto piped up, bouncing slightly on Grey’s arm. [HE’S PERFECTLY FINE!!!1!!!!!11!!!]

Grey just sighed. You had no idea what you’d just fallen into.