[DATED TO SUNDAY MORNING, TIMEZONES ARE WEIRD SERIOUSLY.]
I am sorry, everybody. I do not know what is fantasy, and what is reality. But it does not matter. Do not try and find me, anymore. It would be futile.

((This is part of Machi's hallucination, he thinks he's about to be executed for his crimes. So he's saying goodbye, in his own way. He will ( Read more... )

[On the outskirts of Cherrygrove, Machi is sitting behind a rock. The top of his head is poking out, and there's dirt covering the lens of the PokeGear. Well, that's what it kind-of looks like, but the fog might be clouding up the view a little.]

--away...!!
I...
I...
...did not mean to...!! Please believe me... I wanted to help--

[The camera kind-of ( Read more... )