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New one-shot, hooray! It’s based off of Imitator by Len Kagamine. It can be found at www.youtube.com/watch?v=oZmPCeyqPaw.
Disclaimer: No ownage. Shocking, eh?
Hibiki breathed in and out slowly. It was late at night at National Park. The Hoothoot were out hooting, along with any of the Bug Pokémon still awake at this hour. Vulcan, his Typhlosion, slumbered next to him, and every so often Hibiki would reach over and scratch him behind the ears.
Hibiki couldn’t bring himself to smile, despite the beauty and serenity of the park. No, not even the full and shining white moon above him could wow him and lure him to sleep. Hibiki removed his cap and ran his fingers through his messy hair before replacing it. No, the moon didn’t, couldn’t help. I couldn’t help because he knew the falseness of it.
If he closed his eyes, he could imagine the zeros and ones that made up everything, even himself. If he closed his eyes, he could almost see the girl he replaced. Sure, Hibiki knew nothing of her, but he had heard the stories and seen pictures that the Player had told him and shown him.
The Player… She was very pretty and nice to boot, too! Okay, so he never saw her so he couldn’t say she was pretty, but still! Oh sure, she could be a potty mouth at times, but she always seemed to know what she was doing. She knew what attacks to learn, what Pokémon to use, and what attacks to use. The Player always had a plan, no matter how flimsy it was.
There were other things about her that Hibiki loved too. The Player always had some sort of music playing, or she was mumbling about something or another. Some video game or anime he’d never heard of, the background of her stories, little things like that that other people would find strange. Heck, once she had gone off on a long rant about her homework!
Hibiki blushed. Not that it matters, he thought. He stared harder at the moon and its artificial light. I wonder… What is real light like? There was so much that he didn’t know that he wanted to know. The changing of the seasons, other countries, real people, well, other than the Player that is, they were strange and wondrous things to Hibiki.
The way the breeze felt, the roaring of the ocean these were the things that he wanted to know. He wanted to feel the water over his feet. He wanted to see those “animals” of the Player’s world. He wanted to know its history, its wonders, its follies, everything and anything about that world, good and bad. To know, see, hear, feel, taste, smell, touch… That’s what he truly wanted.
Hibiki hadn’t always been this way; he knew that without a doubt. He had begun as a simple puppet. Go this way, now that way. Capture this Pokémon, train this one. Use this move, forget this one. A tap of a stylus, a press of a button and he would do as he was told. He didn’t care. Hibiki was happy if the player was happy. He was programmed that way, after all.
He guessed that the Player had put so much of her soul into him that he grew his own. Hibiki started to find himself disagreeing with the Player’s choices at times, feeling down when he shouldn’t ever have, and becoming attached to the Player. Too attached, that is.
He was made to imitate a human being, but he had slowly become one. Hibiki choked on his own breath. All I want is for you to notice me… But how could the Player notice Hibiki? He couldn’t talk, and even if he could, how would the Player hear him? How could she possibly ever return Hibiki’s feelings for her?
Hibiki sat up and drew his legs up, hugging them tightly. All I can do is keep battling well… Battling… Isn’t that what he always did? Still, the Player was happy when Hibiki battled well. She always had been.
All Hibiki wanted was for her to smile, for when the Player smiled… That was the time Hibiki was sure that she was the most beautiful. It had to be.
I wish I could speak. I want to tell her that “I am here.”
Hibiki blinked, once, twice. Was that me? He tried to say it louder. “I am here,” he said, this time more strongly.
Yes, that was him. Hibiki looked to the sky. “I am here!” he shouted. “I am here!”
“I AM HERE!”
Silence was his only reply. Hibiki’s eyes felt oddly heavy. “Please, Player… I am here. Why won’t you please reply to me? I just want to talk to you!”
Something wet dripped down his cheeks. “But there aren’t any clouds…” he muttered, voice hoarse, and his throat scratchy. Maybe the wetness had something to do with the heaviness in his chest…
Tiny pinpricks of light shone in the blackness of the night. If Hibiki remembered correctly, they were called stars. Hadn’t the Player once said that is you made a wish on the first star you saw that you saw that night, your wish would come true?
Hibiki gazed at the new stars before releasing his legs so he could fold his hands. He closed his eyes and began his wish. “Please… Arceus, Jirachi, whoever’s out there… Hear this wish…
“I wish that I could have a human body! I want to know what it’s like! I want to be real, to be loved! I know that this wish is probably impossible, but I’m begging you to make this so!
“Because… I can’t live this way forever…”
But until then… Player… I’ll keep battling for you.
As I sing, imitating humans,
A heart grows inside of me.
Therefore, even though I have no physical form,
Let me continue to sing for your sake…
Disclaimer: No ownage. Shocking, eh?
Imitator
Hibiki couldn’t bring himself to smile, despite the beauty and serenity of the park. No, not even the full and shining white moon above him could wow him and lure him to sleep. Hibiki removed his cap and ran his fingers through his messy hair before replacing it. No, the moon didn’t, couldn’t help. I couldn’t help because he knew the falseness of it.
If he closed his eyes, he could imagine the zeros and ones that made up everything, even himself. If he closed his eyes, he could almost see the girl he replaced. Sure, Hibiki knew nothing of her, but he had heard the stories and seen pictures that the Player had told him and shown him.
The Player… She was very pretty and nice to boot, too! Okay, so he never saw her so he couldn’t say she was pretty, but still! Oh sure, she could be a potty mouth at times, but she always seemed to know what she was doing. She knew what attacks to learn, what Pokémon to use, and what attacks to use. The Player always had a plan, no matter how flimsy it was.
There were other things about her that Hibiki loved too. The Player always had some sort of music playing, or she was mumbling about something or another. Some video game or anime he’d never heard of, the background of her stories, little things like that that other people would find strange. Heck, once she had gone off on a long rant about her homework!
Hibiki blushed. Not that it matters, he thought. He stared harder at the moon and its artificial light. I wonder… What is real light like? There was so much that he didn’t know that he wanted to know. The changing of the seasons, other countries, real people, well, other than the Player that is, they were strange and wondrous things to Hibiki.
The way the breeze felt, the roaring of the ocean these were the things that he wanted to know. He wanted to feel the water over his feet. He wanted to see those “animals” of the Player’s world. He wanted to know its history, its wonders, its follies, everything and anything about that world, good and bad. To know, see, hear, feel, taste, smell, touch… That’s what he truly wanted.
Hibiki hadn’t always been this way; he knew that without a doubt. He had begun as a simple puppet. Go this way, now that way. Capture this Pokémon, train this one. Use this move, forget this one. A tap of a stylus, a press of a button and he would do as he was told. He didn’t care. Hibiki was happy if the player was happy. He was programmed that way, after all.
He guessed that the Player had put so much of her soul into him that he grew his own. Hibiki started to find himself disagreeing with the Player’s choices at times, feeling down when he shouldn’t ever have, and becoming attached to the Player. Too attached, that is.
He was made to imitate a human being, but he had slowly become one. Hibiki choked on his own breath. All I want is for you to notice me… But how could the Player notice Hibiki? He couldn’t talk, and even if he could, how would the Player hear him? How could she possibly ever return Hibiki’s feelings for her?
Hibiki sat up and drew his legs up, hugging them tightly. All I can do is keep battling well… Battling… Isn’t that what he always did? Still, the Player was happy when Hibiki battled well. She always had been.
All Hibiki wanted was for her to smile, for when the Player smiled… That was the time Hibiki was sure that she was the most beautiful. It had to be.
I wish I could speak. I want to tell her that “I am here.”
Hibiki blinked, once, twice. Was that me? He tried to say it louder. “I am here,” he said, this time more strongly.
Yes, that was him. Hibiki looked to the sky. “I am here!” he shouted. “I am here!”
“I AM HERE!”
Silence was his only reply. Hibiki’s eyes felt oddly heavy. “Please, Player… I am here. Why won’t you please reply to me? I just want to talk to you!”
Something wet dripped down his cheeks. “But there aren’t any clouds…” he muttered, voice hoarse, and his throat scratchy. Maybe the wetness had something to do with the heaviness in his chest…
Tiny pinpricks of light shone in the blackness of the night. If Hibiki remembered correctly, they were called stars. Hadn’t the Player once said that is you made a wish on the first star you saw that you saw that night, your wish would come true?
Hibiki gazed at the new stars before releasing his legs so he could fold his hands. He closed his eyes and began his wish. “Please… Arceus, Jirachi, whoever’s out there… Hear this wish…
“I wish that I could have a human body! I want to know what it’s like! I want to be real, to be loved! I know that this wish is probably impossible, but I’m begging you to make this so!
“Because… I can’t live this way forever…”
But until then… Player… I’ll keep battling for you.
As I sing, imitating humans,
A heart grows inside of me.
Therefore, even though I have no physical form,
Let me continue to sing for your sake…