route_1065 | We're doin' this bro! We're making this happen!

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We're doin' this bro! We're making this happen!

Who: John, Eridan, ~~THE MOST IMPORTANT CHARACTER~~ Gamzee, and now NAPOLEON GLUBFISH
Where: Route 30
When: Evening of the 23rd
Summary: Eridan is retarded and got lost. GAMZEE AND JOHN TO THE RESCUEEEEEE
Rating: PG-13 for language.

It had only been what seemed like a few minutes since Gamzee had talked to Eridan over the pokegear. The poor sea dweller was lost somewhere in the forest along Route 30. Gamzee wasn't sure why Eridan went all off and got himself lost, but that wasn't what was important. No what was important was finding his bro before he turned into a frozen fish stick. That was not something he was all up in willing to let happen--even if his memory, or maybe lack there of delayed him a bit. Like a few hours.

He had wondered around Cherrygrove trying to remember what he was suppose to be doing. Once it had dawned on him, he searched the small town for a certain goof-tooth boy, because even Gamzee knew this was not a feat the poor juggalo could handle alone. Not to mention man, he had invited the guy to join him in traveling anyways. Who remembered Aradia and Vriska? NOOOOT GAMZEE! :o)

Once Gamzee was successful in finding the prankmaster, and explaining the situation best his memory would allow, which was something like "Gosh motherfucker I knew I needed to be doing something all up in some woods or something. But I fucking forgot. I think Eridan wants me to go there. Maybe it's for some sweet motherfuckin berries. Who knows!" they gathered what supplied they needed, or more so, maybe John did, Gamzee was not a preparing type of person. Even though an angry remnant of a voice seemed to be trying to remind him to do otherwise; blissfully he ignored it and made his way into the chilling woods to find their fishstick.

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John had just been about to make another awesome video post (although this time with more face and less shoe) all about the amazing egg he had finally gotten via Pidgey-mail when the juggalo former-troll had wandered up to him in his usual state of hazy obliviousness. It took a while for them to get on the same page but eventually John understood that someone was in trouble. Looks like that buneary egg post was just going to have to wait because it was totally HERO MODE time. And possibly there would be some delicious berries involved.

And so he found himself traipsing through the woods with Gamzee to try and find another one of those crazy trolls that he hadn't even met. After a good ten minutes of aimless wandering however, he had a sudden realization:

"Gamzee, where exactly is um," he paused, what was this one's name again? He had to think about it for a second or two before he remembered. "Eridan?"

Well, as the two get started on their frozen journey, this fishstick is sleeping under a tree all curled up in his cape hugging his Magikarp so it stays warm. He has a fire burning a few feet away from him for warmth. But it seems like it's only got a few more hours left of light and Eridan probably only has a few more hours left himself. Hopefully this Bard in shining armor will come rescue this Prince in distress soon.

Gamzee had blissfully been wandering around the woods, with no real direction at all. If he saw something that looked like it could possibly be taken as a path, well he went down it. There was absolutely no rhyme or reason to what path he took. If it looked like a good idea, he went for it. Don't question this juggalo's logic, it is sound and you are not.

Though he did stop when John spoke up, breaking his half brain-dead stupor, for the moment.

"Uhh to be honest, I'm really not motherfuckin sure. He said he didn't even know either, so I guess we just gotta go and find him." Translation: All hope is lost for the Prince of Hope.

Well alright then, a challenge it is. Surely this was something these two boys could handle. It's just a simple game of finding the needle in the haystack, or rather: finding the Eridan in the frozen forest. SIMPLE. RIGHT? YES.

"Oh. I see. Hm...he does know we're on our way at least, right?" Surely Gamzee had thought to let his friend know that help was on the way. Put his mind at ease and all that fun stuff. Surely.

Eridan blinks awake after a few minutes because his fire seemed to have gone out.

"W-well fuckin' great. Now-w my life has been chopped dow-wn to like, 30 minutes."

He blearily sits up and rubs his eye. Slipping on his glasses he looks around.

"Jesus this place is kind a frightenin' at night."

In the distance, he could hear a Pokemon cry out. He froze and slowly loked behind him. There was nothing there.

"Maaaaybe w-we should get goin'. Just in case."
He picks up Dualscar and stands up. Then he starts walking down a path, afraid more than ever before.

It'd be simple enough, but even a needle in a haystack STAYS THE FUCK STILL. Trying to find someone in a forest so big was hard enough, but a moving someone? Yeah. This was going to be fun. Not to mention with it getting darker out, even more fun! But Gamzee was up for it, cuz he was there for a motherfucker and he wasn't one who liked to be all up in disappointing someone.

Gamzee nodded at John, smiling his most reassuring smile, which looked like every other dazed out, retarded smile he gave anyone ever.

"He sure does my brother, I motherfuckin told him I was on the way when we talked last. So don't you worr--" Gamzee stopped himself. What was that noise? It sounded almost like a cry in the far off distance. Well, this was a frozen forest, and pokemon lived here so it wasn't too surprising. If it wasn't for the fact Gamzee was so laid back and chill, he'd probably be worried.

But he wasn't.

"Whoa what was that?" Of course John would know, he had all the knowledge and knew pokemon cries better than anyone. Yes. Gamzee believe this, cuz John knew he was an Alternian troll, John had all the knowledge, all of it.

That was one less thing to worry about. John really hoped that this Eridan knew well enough to stay still and wait for them. He was pretty sure that's what you were supposed to do in these situations. All other potential thoughts were interrupted, however at the sound of a far off cry. What in the world could that have been?

Apparently, Gamzee had no idea, which was kind of a let-down as John wasn't exactly sure what it was either. Why did real-life pokémon cries have to sound so different than the game cries! He would have known exactly what it was if this were the case because, being the nerd that he was, John knew all the cries of the first generation pokémon. All of them. All the cries.

"Well, I don't think it was human. So that's good."

He began a quick mental run-through of all the 8-bit cries that he knew. Maybe there was something close? Unless they were dealing with one of those pokémon that hadn't been in the game. John really hoped that wasn't the case.

"Maybe...a Zubat? I can't really say for sure but that's my best guess."

About half a mile away, Eridan is walking as far away from any noise he heard. And if it wasn't bad enough, he trips on a treeroot that's sticking out of the ground and utters a cry.

Laying there in the mud, Eridan pouts and his lower lip trembles as the familiar routine of sobbing and nibbling on his scarf began. Except that his scarf was covered in mud so he'll just have to preform the ritual without the nibbling.

"This fuckin' sucks! I don't ewen know-w w-where I am and I'm so fuckin' cold and I w-want to go back home."

He buries his head in his arms and sobs because there's nothing better to do anyway. Yeah, he's so sure that there is no hope left. He will have none of the hope. None of it.

The cry didn't really bother Gamzee all too much, because well nothing ever did really. After John had said his peace about what he thought it might have been, Gamzee didn't think twice about it. It must have been a zubat, John said so! It had to be correct!

But Gamzee continued onward, going through the trees and bushes, trying to find Eridan. Even if this seemed almost like a lost cause, this forest was pretty huge mind you! It was likely they'd get lost themselves.

"Man motherfucker this would be easier if there was someway to let Eridan know we were close by or if we're close by, y'know?" Of course, this idea occurs to Gamzee but not the obvious solution. Making noise of some sort, call him on his pokegear--Something to keep up communication.

But then there's a noise again. Not like the one before, no. It's more like a hooing, like what does owls make. At first, Gamzee didn't notice it, but as it persisted, and as there seemed to be more chiming in... Not to mention, those red eyes peering down at them from the trees...

Why hadn't one of them thought of that up sooner? It seemed obvious to John now that Gamzee had mentioned it. There were two of them for crying out loud, they should have reached that conclusion about ten times sooner. Two brains are better than one right? Sadly, only in cases when both brains have a sound concept of logic, something which eluded both of these boys.

They could try calling Eridan on his pokégear, or even use the video feed to actually see where he was but that posed another problem. John doubted he would be able to tell the difference between Eridan's location and his own. Hell, he was finally beginning to realize that he wasn't sure what direction they'd even come from. But now wasn't the time to worry about that, so he stopped thinking about it. There was no sense in worrying about it. They could always follow their foot prints back or something.

So John did what he thought to be a more logical solution: he began yelling Eridan's name as loud as he could. He wasn't sure exactly how far his voice would carry, but if they were close enough surely Eridan would hear him and eventually find them. Then there would be a big reunion and everyone would be happy, yay! This plan was perfect and there was no way anything could possibly go wrong.

If he'd been paying more attention to his surroundings, maybe he would have noticed the gleaming eyes and ominous hoots. They probably would have been enough to make him stop yelling because it would have freaked him out considerably. But John was on a mission now and all of his senses were focused on detecting some sign of the lost former-troll.

Eridan laid there in the mud pathetically. He was so sure that either Gamzee and John's rescue team would fail or that he would get eaten by some monster before they reached him. Both of which don't sound very good.

"God damn. I'm so fuckin' pathetic and now-w I'm goin' to die. All hope is fuckin' lost."

He was just about to give up when he heard something. It' kind of sounded like someone was yelling 'Eridan'. But more like 'Aaaaaaaaaairidaaaaaaan' and it was very faint.

"W-what the..?" He stands up and looks around. Where is that yelling coming from? He starts walking towards the sound, hoping for a way out of this frozen forest.

The puzzled clown did nothing but stare at John as if he was some greater being. Something to behold and be completely and utterly amazed by. How did John think up such great ideas? It was completely beyond the juggalo, but it wasn't long till Gamzee joined John in yelling for his poor lost and nearly frozen friend.

"HEY THERE MOTHERFUCKER, YOU ARE ALL UP IN BEING LOST AND WE ARE ON OUR MOTHERFUCKIN WAY TO BE ALL UP IN FINDIN YOU."

Gamzee was trying to reassure Eridan, if the poor guy could hear him. Sadly, Gamzee had forgotten about those eyes and those hoots, despite the fact they were getting louder and almost... Angrier. Regardless they had a friend to find man! They were all up in this mission business and they didn't have time to worry about those ominous things watching their every movement.

"ERRRRIIIDDDAAANNN!!! ARE YOU OUT THERE? HELLOOOOOOOO!?"

John continues yelling for Eridan until a small brown feather floats down right in front of his face. This snaps him him out of his INTENSE FOCUS long enough for him to realize that something isn't quite right.

Hearing the angry hoots and rustles above him, he stops, looks up, and instantly feels his heart drop. Those eyes. So many eyes. Without moving or even looking to see where Gamzee is, he reaches a hand out to try and tap the juggalo's shoulder but ends up just flopping it around uselessly in the air.

"Uh...Gamzee," there's a slight note of panic in his voice. This could be...bad.

He heard that! Oh god that means that they're close! Eridan inhales a huge breath and prepares to call out to them.

"HOLD ON GUYS! I'M COMI--"

He starts to cough profusely. Goddamn. It seems he caught a cold. After the coughing subsides, he starts running to where he heard them.
But wait. Why did John suddenly stop? Oh god. He's slightly worried so he runs faster.

Gamzee was about to make another call out to his dear sweet friend, but John's worried tone stopped him from doing such. He merely just gazes back at John, wondering what could possibly be the matter. It wasn't like they had what seemed like hundreds of pairs of eyes looking down at them with great animosity and somewhat murderous intent. The juggalo lazily gazed around the shadowed tree tops, the sun had since sunk below the horizon and the only real light was from the moon. Light that was greatly obscured and only made those eyes peering down at them ten times more haunting and intense.

"Whoa what are those motherfu--" Gamzee didn't even get to finish before a loud HOOOOT HOOOOOOOT resonated from the tree tops and the distinct sound of wings fluttering started up.

What was with these weird flapbeats? All up and getting upset at these two boys trying to find their friend. Really step off it hoothoots! But it wasn't like the boys were given time to really react or even think the former before what seemed like a bombardment of birds came crashing their way.

Like a motherfuckin avalanche of feathers and beaks.

This was an absolutely preposterous number of hoothoots. There was just no way the two of them would be able to fight off that many hoothoots. So now was the time to do the next best thing:

"Ruuuunnnn!!!"

That was about all John had time to shout as he moved towards Gamzee and grabbed the other boy's wrist and tugged on it in an attempt to physically communicate the words he'd just spoken. There was no way in hell he was going to be able to physically move Gamzee but hopefully he'd understand that now was not the time to stand still and gape. Key word there being hopefully.

Eridan heard that frantic scream of one of his rescue pals. He runs faster, prepared to help them in anyway. After a few minutes, he bursts out of some trees dramatically and gapes at the scene in front of him.

"W-what the hell...?"

He stops gaping as a hoothoot pecks him over the head.

"H-hey!!"

His startled yell seemed to have alerted a few more of them because he started get swarmed with 5 or so.

"H-help me!!"

Then he got a great idea. He takes out a pokeball and tosses it into the air.
"Dualscar! I choose you!"

In a flash of light his pokemon comes out of the pokeball and the familiar battle music starts playing in the background. But he seemed to have forgotten that his pokemon is COMPLETELY USELESS. He frowns greatly as the pokemon flops to the ground like a dead fish.

"Oh fuck."

Gamzee had been to preoccupied with staring at those entrancing eyes, they were so haunting and yet... Those motherfuckin reds were so mesmerizing. He was just standing there, staring until John yelled and grabbed his wrist--which even then took him a second to understand what they were doing and why. But man if John was so panicked, maybe he needed to get his panic on too! Those horrifying screeches from them hoothoots obviously weren't reason enough, oh no!

But what was this? Eridan! They had found him! But seeing now that Lost!Eridan was the last of their problems, this didn't add much comfort. Considering that these very FAST and ANGRY as SHIT hoothoots were ready to peck some heads--starting with Eridan obviously.

This is where Gamzee decided to pull from John and grab his Juggabro's miraclehive. Or, you know what others simply called a pokeball. It wasn't going to help much but hey Juggabro was always there for a motherfucker and here these motherfuckers needed one so... There ya go! Better than Eridan's magikarp at least!

The light flashes as it releases the Jugga-est of bros, causing the hoothoots to squawk at the blinding flash, or more so, it seemed as such with the contrast of the impending darkness that filled the forest like a flood.

When the Mr. Mime showed up, it first looked happy. Then confused. And then straight up worried!

"Juggabro! Motherfuckin do your thing dogg!" It was a simple command, but it was all the Mr. Mime needed to understand that he needed to help his bros out in this horrid situation! The one who immediately needed help was that whiny cape wearing guy, so rushing his goofy ass over there, he used barrier, forming what looked like a light screen of a bubble around them.

The hoothoots just knocking into it and were getting... More pissed off. Turning their attention now to the other two, the ones who weren't so lucky to be in a protective psychic barrier.

Well, they'd managed to find someone. John really hoped it was Eridan because that would solve at least one of their problems. However, that Magikarp of his did nothing to really even help the other problem.

But it looked as though Gamzee had a plan! Oh, and there was that Mr. Mime of his again, great this was going to be- barrier?! That would have been great if it had been big enough to protect all three of them! John knew using his Pidgey wasn't going to be an option here. For one thing it only knew tackle, and for another it was resting up after its long mail-delivery journey. So John had only one option as far as fighting was concerned.

"Sassacre!"

The small goofy face of his Dunsparce peeked out from the inside of the hood of the jacket John had 'borrowed' from his 'mother.' He looked completely oblivious, even in the face of SO MANY angry Hoothoots. He may have possibly even just woken up from a nap. John wasn't sure if Sassacre's run away ability would work on such a large group of pokémon so it looked like the only option was to stand and fight...with the one offensive ability his Dunsparce knew. Man, he really should have trained more. Hopefully these Hoothoots were as weak as everything else they'd encountered so far.

"Go! Rage!"

Now that oblivious face was showing some emotion. Sassacre let out a battle cry before launching himself from John's jacket and into the swarm of Hoothoots. He wasn't going to be able to take out all of them by himself, but hopefully he'd be able to at least thin out their numbers.

Eridan was completely content in his little bubble of safety. Heck, if he wanted to, he could just leave right now! But he was far too tired so he just plopped onto his butt and hugged his Magikarp. He looked around at the scene and noticed something. Getting back up, he yelled this as loud as he could because he knew that it was the only way to get that idiot to listen.

"Gam! W-watch out!"

A very angry hoothoot flew towards the back of Gamzee's unprotected head, beak first, where he couldn't see. He yelled and hid his eyes, unable to watch what might happen.

Following the sound of the yells, he finally reaches the clearing they were coming from. He'd only just reached Cherrygrove, but was never one to turn down someone in need of help. Stepping into the chaos, he manages to chase off the diving hoothoot from the...clown? By waving his fedora in it's direction.

Hoothoots. Everywhere. He didn't like the look of this situation.

"What is going on here?"

Gamzee wasn't sure what to do when he saw that hoothoot all up in his direction! It looked like it was about to get it's motherfuckin' harsh on with it's beak and everything and with Gamzee being unarmed and his Mr. Mime protecting Eridan aaa this looked like it was going to end bad--Oh what.

Who the heck was this dude saving him from the hoothoot? Well it didn't matter much, cuz Gamzee head wasn't made into a pecking-post! Though if anything, the hoothoot that was driven back was squawking louder than ever. It's shrill cries were almost head splitting in volume.

"Hey motherfucker! Thanks!" Gamzee was always sure to give thanks where it was due! But as far as what was going on...

"We came here to find some motherfuckin berries or some shit, Eridan knew where they were at and before we knew it these hoothoots were comin' all up and down on us gettin' their rough on!" Gamzee knew how to explain situations. Yes.

"What he said!" John said to the newcomer, his eyes still on his Dunsparce, making sure that his poor little pokébuddy didn't get beaten up too badly. That would suck. So far he seemed to be doing okay though. Yes, Gamzee was a master of explaining things, of this John was certain.

He really hoped this new guy had a truly spectacular pokémon to help them out of this situation. Surely he did. Surely they were saved!

He looks up at the sound of his rescuers yelling at some guy. But wait? WHAT WAS THIS?

"NAPOLEON GLUBFISH! OH I KNEW-W YOU W-WOULD COME SAWE ME!"

Yeah, he's sparkling and so happy right now. Finally, someone with a good Pokemon!

He takes the explanation for what it's worth, and just assumes the rest. Unsure really of how well he can help really, he prepares for battle, setting little Hanna down to do his stuff.

"Hanna, use Metronome please!" With that, the little egg Pokemon waggles his hands a little as they start glowing, and Napolean closes his eyes and holds his breath, hoping they wouldn't explode or anything.

Luckily, explosion wasn't on his move list this time, however that's not to say the move he did use was very helpful. A blinding flash of light fills the area, illuminating it and, while temporarily blinding the flock of hoothoot surrounding them, it alerts a gaggle more in the trees. This was not a good start for them.

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