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"That’s the dumbest story I’ve ever heard," Red made sure to wait until after he got to make that joke, dead panning it to the best of his abilities, to let Aleks' story settle in. "Wait--What." Confusion struck his face like a brick flying at about 90 miles per hour towards his face. Which probably wasn't a very good simile to use for that, but it was the best he could describe it. 

"W-what--" The real question was, was he supposed to take that seriously? With the way the older male had said it it most certainly was supposed to be but-- He couldn't help but laugh.

A hand flew to his face, as if to cover it or to hide it even though it had obviously already been heard. This is a completely serious matter, why was he laughing. 

He opted out for ignoring the other’s rude comment–Ironic since he made one just like that not even ten minutes ago–Before continuing as if nothing had happened.

“There’s alarms…And my friend I get knocked out or something…A few hours later I come to and my friend isn’t around…There’s a gun pointed to my head…And half my team is dead except for a couple…And Sin has a broken leg and is still fighting.” He added before cocking his head as if trying to remember the rest.

“The next thing I know…My Gastly is scattered”–Killed–“And my fire type, Dakota, is using his flames as fuel to light up the area…I’m freed by one of my remaining safe Pokemon…My friend has the badge and some money…”

“I pass out and wake up…I’m back to three Pokemon…the city is in flames and my friend is carrying my on his back.”

“The end.”