some nana backstory ✌️ nothing but suffering this time lol
@sowhumpshaped
nana liked the hallway closet.
it was cramped, and dark, and smelled kinda musty, but if she put down an old blanket and curled up real small, it was sorta comfortable, and it was her home.
master didn't like it when she was in his way, and the hallway closet was the most out-of-the-way place she could think of. he left her alone when she was in there, so she figured she chose well.
she whimpered softly as her injured tail brushed up against the wall of the tiny space. the throbbing ache hadn't gone away for weeks, and she had started to resign herself to the possibility that it never would. the rest of her ached too, most of the time, but this was different.
nana had been born a little under twenty years ago, in the home of an unregistered pet breeder. she'd been taken from her mother from almost the moment she could survive without her, and handed off to the first person who'd forked over the money for a puppy.
she'd been maybe three years old then, scared and confused, in a crate in the backseat of a stranger's car. she'd started to cry, missing her mother and her siblings and even the breeder who'd sold her off, until her supposed new owner shouted at her to shut up. trembling with fear, she'd clamped her mouth shut and cried in silence for the rest of the trip.
once they'd arrived at her new owner's house, it was revealed that she was meant to be a birthday present for their daughter. but she was so overwhelmed by all the people crowding around, the blaring music and colorful decorations and strong smell of food, that she cowered and urinated on the floor out of pure terror when the couple's daughter tried to reach for her. which was clearly not the reaction they wanted.
she got used to her new home, with time. but the first impression stuck, and the little girl she was meant to be a present for didn't seem to have as much interest in her as her parents had hoped. that, along with the parents themselves becoming annoyed by how much more work it took to care for her compared to a normal puppy, led to them putting her back up for sale after only two years.
her next owner trained guard dogs, and bought her in the hopes that a dog and human hybrid would give better results. she disappointed him. greatly.
her first kick in the ribs came when he caught her playing with a duckling by a nearby pond. she'd been tied to a post in his backyard - to get her used to being outside for long periods of time - but the lead was just long enough for her to get close to the ducklings. she'd been trotting around with one on her head when her owner came back outside, and gotten an earful and a boot-shaped bruise for her trouble.
he'd kept her for a long time, hoping that maybe as she got older she'd get more aggressive, even taken to starving and beating her to try and provoke her to attack, but it never worked. she just felt weak and achy, and became even more docile in the hopes that it would stop.
once she hit seventeen, after twelve years of trying and failing miserably to turn her into the perfect attack dog, her owner finally gave up and sold her to her current master.
she was around nineteen years old, now. at least, she was pretty sure. master didn't celebrate or even acknowledge her birthday, so she wasn't entirely sure if it had passed or not.
"DOG!" she heard her master shout. she whined and curled up even smaller. he sounded angry.
she could hear his footsteps stomping down the hall, and squeezed her eyes shut, like he would just go away if she didn't look.
she felt the whoosh of the door being wrenched open, and then she was being yanked out of her tiny sanctuary by the arm and roughly tossed against the wall.
she yelped in pain at the impact, cowering with her ears pinned back as he loomed over her.
"the fuck are you hiding for?!" he shouted. he reeked of alcohol, which only made her suppress a whimper as she hunched to make herself look even smaller.
he kicked the wall right next to her head making her frantically scramble back and cry out in terror, huddling as close to the ground as she could, ears back and tail tucked, trying to look as docile and submissive as possible. his kick left a hole in the wall, which only served to make him angrier.
"fuck, now look what you made me do!" he bellowed, and he made sure his next kick didn't miss.
she felt her nose crunch against the toe of his shoe, blood spewing onto the vinyl floors. she didn't even fully register the next few minutes, just a barrage of pain and fear. she didn't even notice when he stopped at first, curled up in a ball trying to protect her vitals, bruised and bloody and trembling. only once she dared to lift her head again did she notice that she was alone.
the carpet was stained with her blood - something he'd probably yell at her about later - and every movement was agony, but she needed to get back to the closet. she needed to be out of the way.
so, she forced herself up on her hands and knees, even if the bruised limbs shook under her, and dragged herself back to her little nest. blood kept dribbling from her nose into her mouth, and she'd hate to stain the blankets, but she couldn't get it to stop.
she wasn't even entirely sure when she fell asleep. just that she laid there, panting and dazed, until her consciousness tapped out.
9 notes
·
View notes
i like to think the reason volo is so surprised that togepi likes him is that he actually hated togepi at first.
now, i'm assuming it's the same togepi as in PLA and dimensional shenanigans mean that he was pulled in with the wrong version of her.
so, allow me to set the scene, under the cut:
this story takes place almost six years before our protagonist (who is akari, in my heart) arrives in hisui. volo, seemingly a young man, arrives at cogita's place, due to a letter she sent to him.
she reveals to him that the pokemon nearby have been spooked badly by something, or someone. he agrees to take a look, if she'll share a particular book with him.
so, volo sets off and finds an injured hisuian decidueye, who attacks him with impunity. during this fight, he notices and correctly deduces that:
a) this decidueye was injured by someone, and
b) he has something to protect, likely a child
because of the book that's promised to him, and because volo sees value in having such a strong pokemon aid him, volo begins his attempts to "befriend" the decidueye.
the next day, while he's still injured (for which cogita displays motherly concern, which volo dismisses due to his resentment of her), he returns to heal the decidueye—and leaves some berries that not only help heal injuries, but are also good for young pokemon to eat.
this goes on for roughly a month before decidueye decides he can trust volo with the existence of his child—togepi, then a helpless egg. and volo, while he refuses to analyze it, actually enjoys spending time with decidueye. it's the first time he's done so in years, since the passing of the two pokemon who had followed him through his childhood (and died for it).
but good things aren't meant to last. though decidueye heals up nicely, he's still rather weak because of his injuries, which were long left untreated. he lasts for another three months before he entrusts togepi, still an egg, to volo, expending the last of his energy to go find an heirloom he and his deceased mate wanted to leave for their child.
and volo hates togepi for it.
every time he looks at the egg, he considerd smashing it. "if it wasn't for you, decidueye would still be alive." he can't fathom decidueye's actions, nor can he accept it as "selflessness (on decidueye's part)" instead of "selfishness (on togepi's part)".
mind you, togepi is an egg. she can't do shit.
but he always stops himself before he does anything he'll regret, eventually convincing himself that raising a pokemon from the beginning ensures loyalty—at least until togepi finds a better master, or learns that volo could do nothing for her father.
but volo, despite how twisted he is, ends up charmed by how togepi follows him around. even if he's rude and cold at times, though he does the bare minimum, she still looks at him as if he's hung the sun, the stars, the moon—even the clouds in the sky. and volo is weak to that genuineness, despite thinking that togepi has every reason to hate him, even though he internally treats it with revulsion.
[now, for an intermission, things volo has definitely thought about togepi:
(after she presents him with a daisy because she thinks it'll look good against his hair) "i wonder if there's anything in that empty head of yours. silly girl, you should be worrying about yourself."
(when togepi tries to change his towel when he gets a fever) "i know that it's only a matter of time. i know that. but if i close my eyes, i can return to the past and take you with me. so, just for today...i..."
(after someone says that it's amazing how well-behaved togepi is) "that's like remarking on a daughter obedient to her father. in exchange for gems and other finery, she plays a quiet, docile fool, until she has no need of him. that's why...i need to find the rest of those plates soon. so that...we can remain together i will never be betrayed."]
and togepi, despite being young, can understand volo is hurting, but is ultimately a good person. volo is not only the closest thing she has to a dad, but she's also the only one who can worm into his heart now, or so cogita says. so she makes it her life's goal to make volo happy, because she hates it when he's unhappy, even if it means making very questionable decisions and hurting someone else she loves.
[now, another intermission—things togepi has definitely thought about volo:
(after he smiles sadly) "ah...don't smile like that." (smushes his cheeks, causing him to snort and laugh) "please let him always be happy. please let me make him happy.”
(after witnessing a father-daughter pokemon duo in the wild) "a father? the way you're looking at them...it seems like you also don't know what a father is." (after being told what a father is) "ah, that's not true. it seems we're not the same. i have a father...and i'm not old enough to be yours..."
(after being told what volo wants to achieve) "if the world is remade...then will you and i ever meet?" (cuddles in beside volo) "but you said, 'we'll do it together.' so...whatever you need me to do...i'll do it."]
after all, it only makes sense that volo's pokemon are equally crazy, and possibly very devoted to him. that craziness is why n lies to volo—it's not that togepi tells n their plans, it's that she's frighteningly devoted to him, almost in the same way some members of team plasma acted.
[by the way, cogita also gifts him some letters from his deceased mother (who was her niece) that she found while cleaning. that's actually the reason she calls him, because it's his mother's birthday. they end up celebrating it for the first time in a looong time, and cogita thinks she might've raised him right (nope)]
16 notes
·
View notes
Spotify prompt! Knuckles and tails, an 19 :)
Oh hoho! You managed to land FightSong by EVE (<- YouTube link), a song that by all rights shoulda been #2 (<- I refuse to pay Spotify money).
Hmm…. It’s been a while since I’ve done anything with Super Sonic Speed, but I always did intend to write follow-ups…
.•.•.•.
The city is unbelievably loud. They’re in what Sonic had called a shopping district, and it’s apparently very popular. Knuckles would kind of like to go home, a lot, actually, but Tails is flirting from one shop to another and he doesn’t have it in him to shut the kid down. Sonic is somewhere on the periphery of their little group— he and Tails had bonded, thick as thieves, and Knuckles— well, he tolerated the guy.
Tails gasps like he’s seeing the sun rise for the first time, excited enough that he’s lifting off the ground. Knuckles ambles over, grabs him by the ankle, and pulls him back down. He’s looking at some sort of… thing. Knuckles can’t make heads or tails of it, but it’s definitely saying something to Tails.
Hmm. He is, at least, familiar with the idea of shops. Chao liked to set them up, sometimes, selling fruit or handmade crafts for rings, but Knuckles has no idea if their idea of currency and everyone else’s aligns. Would the shopkeep accept a fruit? Most chao did. It isn’t like rings are a problem, so…
Knuckles turns, seeking out Sonic in the crowd. There he is— stiff as anything, glancing frantically back and forth between Knuckles and some other hedgehog, a pink one. One of his friends, maybe? They look irritated, maybe not. Knuckles steps away from Tails, invites himself into their conversation.
“and you just RAN OFF—“ the hedgehog is shouting. Sonic cracks his mouth open, a faint wheeze escaping.
“Hey,” Knuckles says.
“—do you have ANY IDEA how WORRIED I was—“
This looks like a battle Sonic is better off fighting on his own. Still, Knuckles needs his question answered. “Hey,” he repeats, slightly louder.
“—I mean, I knew you were alright because my cards said so, but—“
“Hey Knuckles,” Sonic manages to crack out, “this is Amy.”
Amy tilts her head at him, and then gives him a sharp, discerning once-over. “Are you one of his other friends?” She asks.
“Yeah, sure,” Knuckles says, and then “do rings work as currency down here?”
She blinks at him, as if this is a weird thing to ask. “Yes?” She says.
“Okay,” Knuckles says, nodding, “try not to scare him too bad.”
Any lingering confusion evaporates, and she whirls around to find Sonic trying to sneak away. “AGAIN!” she shouts, full of conviction, and Knuckles makes his way back to where he left Tails. He isn’t pressed up against the glass anymore, so Knuckles steps into the store. Yeah, there he is. Hovering— literally— over the same display.
Knuckles takes a moment to properly observe, rooting around for the terms Tails would use, in an attempt to ensure he gets the right thing. There’s a looping track, and a few other gadgets on the sides. A switch, one of them looks like, and some barricade, and a few blinking lights. On the track itself is a… sideways cylinder, set on wheels, connected to a few boxes, puffing out smoke— or steam, maybe. Tails is absorbed enough in watching it chug along that he doesn’t even realize Knuckles is standing right next to him. Knuckles’ll just have to make sure he comes up for air, occasionally.
He casts about the rest of the store, vaguely lost. There are a lot of displays, and a lot of colourful boxes. Knuckles picks up one, flips it over, and realizes swiftly he is out of his depth. He brings the box over to Tails, handing it to him. Tails holds onto it for a full few seconds, watching with bated breath as the cylinder switches tracks, before he looks down. His fur all along his spine puffs up, and he turns to look at Knuckles so fast he has to wonder if Sonic hasn’t started to rub off on him in more ways than one. That’s the right box, for sure.
“Really?” Tails asks, voice breathy with excitement, and Knuckles ruffles his fur instinctually.
“‘Course.”
Maybe the shopping district isn’t that bad.
16 notes
·
View notes