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"So… hold on, wait, wait, wait… you're telling me that you didn't want to be completely part of your trainer," the nineteen-year-old Joey asked the head adjacent to his friend's. Frankly, it was hard to figure out who, as Luca's heads were identical, and there was no telling as to who was who unless they pointed out who was who. It was a challenge figuring it out originally because they just kept tricking him over and over. "Exactly! I didn't want to completely fuse," Lu began, "-and I just wanted a partner," Ca followed. "So when I-" "-found me and learned that I had a specific request," "I didn't care and told the professor to let me fuse-" "-with me." "And that's exactly what happened!" they finished. Their way of speaking, especially when talking about each other, was jarring to someone meeting them for the first time. Joey was one of those somebodies. The only way Joey knew who was who at this point was that every time the other head was to be mentioned, their speech flipped to

Imagine there was a world filled with Pokémon. Think of it like the official regions of Pokémon. Each continent has its own types of Pokémon that inhabit it, and people are free to catch them and train them to be the perfect battle partners. Big, bustling cities now have Pokémon Centres built into their cities for easy access to items like potions and other elixirs. Berries are prominently farmed and used as they should be in battle or for healing. It all is reminiscent of what we know. Except there's one catch. You have one partner for life. That partner for life is not stored in a Pokéball. It becomes a part of you. It is not uncommon at all to see people having become literally fused with their Pokémon in one way or another. They commonly talk for their Pokémon or let them take control to play or spar with others. They find themselves able to speak and understand Pokéspeak fluently. They're able to use the attacks they're given by their Pokémon's abilities. They act as one when

This all started back in high school. I was in my lab class when I met her. Both of us are pretty short, with the initial meeting putting five foot three against five foot one. We were a pair of short girls, but also with relatively slim figures. This at least made socialising with each other not a literal pain in the neck, and with that, we began talking during our lab. We ended up hitting it off pretty well. I was surprised with just how much we had in common. We immediately began talking about what we do for fun, what our lives are like, what jobs we have, and much, much more. I do have to mention that her smile is intoxicating, and I just *have* to keep talking whenever I see it. Every time I talk, she smiles, but it seems to be the case vice versa as well. Sometimes I end up smiling so much my face ends up hurting quite a bit. I don't care too much about it when I'm happy. She doesn't seem to mind either. The next day, when we hit it off, we began to notice something just a

The summer heat was slowly beginning to kick in. Many people came from near and far to spend time in the beautiful state of Florida, known for its beaches, warm weather, and resorts. The beaches were packed full of humans of all different nationalities, whether they be tourists that desired to experience the American dream or were there to take a vacation from their work or school. At least, that's what you could visualise from your hometown. Ophelia was not where she desired to be. Florida was one part she had obtained but her beaches were not as packed or even as large as those she longed to visit. Being confined to her parents' home at nineteen years old, and the closest big beach over an hour away, she felt almost trapped. Especially because the beach behind her house was very small, with only a few feet of sand from the water that led right into a rocky cliff that rose twenty feet above sea level, give or take a few. This is a lot of where she would spend her time. Rather than