Argent's Links
nutmeg got what was coming. nothing more to say. probably still blames me over the mistake. oh well.
Ah yes, Brody Grigory Argent... The one who caused all of the misfortune in my life, the one who stared blankly at the suffering of those around him, blocking out any thought of remorse. That is even if it was possible for the monster to feel any essence of empathy. To put it simply, the man is that of horror, from the very start trotting as if dead, I do not believe that man had even had an ounce of sleep as he was so deprived of that necessity that it was a wonder he even was able to function. To think I had an ounce of sympathy prior to these events to one who might as well have none for those around him, I had recognized him as the sibling of the one my cousin had been wedded to, I had seen him during their burial, I listened as those around them spoke their condolences... Oh, how foolish I had been to assume it simply to be grief that leads him to look upon them with such an emotionless gaze despite all the kindness they had offered to him.
I had been... Surprised to be reunited with him after taking that wretched job after such desperation. Of course, I intended to keep my distance as I simply wanted nothing more than to get the pay then retreat as soon as possible... Yet, the sad excuse for a person had other plans. To see him look at the fresh corpse of my dearest Sceptile with the same static expression... What would you have come to think? That the man deserved any amount of respect for taking the life of an innocent Pokémon? Should it be argued that my reaction had been that of anything but anger?
Yet... I was foolish of me to do such an incompetent thing to the abomination, to take that broken part of my mind and rashly execute action against him, morality had been out of the question at that moment, oh how out of character it had been for me to go on so emotionally... Yet, I displayed what he lacked. I showed more humanity than he ever had. And, in the end, he was no longer a man, I had intended for him to have come to his end in that place... But he survived. I... Cannot begin to tell you how... Horrific it was, even during the first moments of his transformation I had come to regret my actions. I... Failed to bring me to watch, and yet still, in the end, it was disgusting to see what he had become, how he was forced to live all due to my actions.
It... Shouldn’t have come as a surprise to me when he sought out for his vengeance against me. Yet to ignore the guilt I had would be ignorant, in such a short amount of time I had become so... Irrational, snapping at all in my way, paranoia rising at every moment due to the newly formed Darkrai’s escape. Even then it took me by surprise the moment he had come back... I... Refuse to go into detail of what happened to me beyond that point, yet with the form I am today, it can be implied... Yet I continue to be unable to forget that same dreadful cold lack of emotion he showed on his face.
I... Still question if that is what I deserved, that all which came after as well as to be punished for what I had done. I attempt to argue with myself on the morality of the situation, yet I believe that one thing is for certain... Argent represents the darkness in humanity, for he refused to show any remorse for what he had done, oh how I wish I had anything to truly understand what drove him to do what he had done, to attempt to rationalize what had started it all, for him to bombard me with bitterness for what exactly lead him to believe what my outcome in the punishment should have been... One thing is for certain, though... I deserved it. I hope he feels... Happy, with the man he has driven to this point. Oh how I so desperately hold onto that descriptor, man, for myself, yet attempt to rid of it for him. Nether should be awarded the title anymore, yet to rid of it would be my end.
it was pointless that i did to him what i did to nutmeg. kid had nothing to do with it. thought nutmeg hadn’t gotten the point. i guess. felt even more nothing doing it to him, took it too far.
Man, I barely saw this guy and I only know about him from what Zack was saying, but damn am I terrified of him. Uh, well, guess it was nice of him to put me to sleep so I didn’t have to feel pain I guess? I don’t know, Zack kept on saying he doesn’t feel anything for anyone, I really don't know. Or want to know. Just... please make him stay away.
Kind of weird he has the same name as the guy who used to run that server I used to play on. Probably just a coincidence, hopefully.
morgan’s kid. she was nice as a child and still was from the last time we spoke. best i wasn’t the one who raised her after what happened to the parents.
Argent’s my half uncle. Mom always thought really highly of him, he’s her brother of course, but dad was always unsure of him... Me? I loved him. I was too young to really understand how odd he was without his emotions, I just thought he talked and acted funny. I tried to be with him as much as I could which I’m honestly not sure what he thought of that. God, it’s hard to know what he thought of everything, his expression never changed. When... My parented died, I wanted him to adopt me. My mom’s parents were horrible people, my dad’s, while nice, just had enough with raising kids after having 12, so really all that was left was him. He refused. It... Really broke my little heart. Didn’t talk to him for a long time after that, but I... Think I understand why he did that. Now that I know what he went through. I used to talk to him a lot after that, heh... Probably annoyed him sometimes, if he can even feel that, but ah... Recently, he... Disappeared. Disappeared like all the others. I-I hope you’ll come back, uncle...
one of my relatives. he was weird but knew the most about the family’s history. that always interested me.
I met up with Argent a few years back, it was queer hearing him only refer to himself by the last name, but it was quite nice talking to him! Even if he sounded deader then I should be.
oh, right, chad’s brother. only briefly spoke to him, seemed nice enough, don’t care much about him though.
Strange guy, ya know. I only got to meet him briefly but he just acted so, uh, dead inside I guess you could say. That’s awfully rude of me to say, but that’s the best way I can put it. Wonder how he is after the death of his sister.
morgon’s husband. don’t think he ever liked me that much, but he tolerated me, which is more then what most have done. he made her happy, so that’s good i guess. he’s gone now, the kid wasn’t feeling great about that... didn’t feel anything myself though. as always.
Eh... Brody was always that weird kid growing up, he really didn’t talk much and kept to himself but would just not care when people made fun of him, so everyone just left him alone, he was just so... Boring. When I got together with Morgen I was pretty surprised that they were even related, like, dear Arceus he was so small he might as well have been a freshman but nope, he was in my class, and considering how Morgan was pretty tall they REALLY didn’t look similar. I tried to at least get to know him but... Yeah, he just was so strange and I couldn’t even begin with trying to understand him. Still tried to be nice to him and everything, but yeah I know he got the gist that I wasn’t too completely keen on him being around, but hey, at least he didn’t seem to care. Uh, well, he never fricking cared about anything, but whatever.
father... every bit stems from this man. every bit of suffering i went through growing up. barely knew him myself, just know he’s as horrible as they come. nice to know he hates me as much. good that i convinced morgan to see how bad he was. hope he gets what he deserves someday.
would be proud of this if i felt anything. one of the few times i wish i could.
I could not have begun to imagine that this bastard would cause anything else worst. I never wanted the child in the first place, why do you think I didn’t give two shit about putting proper thought into the middle name I gave him, he should be fucking grateful I let him keep that first name his mother wanted for him so bad, but no the little shit won’t take that, not at all. God he’s below my expectations that I did it even knew could go any lower. Really, using his last name above all else? What’s he trying to do, rub it in the face of up all that he exists? Just fucking die already. Oh, and the fact that he went on and corrupted the mind of my dearest Morgan, that girl had so much potential, could be the only thing I actually had some pride in, but nope. Little thing just HAS to go and make her feel sorry for him and makes her know all about how much of a “piece of shit I am”. Fuck off. Better then the mutt would ever achieve. Dimitri should of beat him harder.
But no, that isn’t enough now, is it? Not enough to ruin the relationship of a nice father and daughter? Maybe if he’d actually been a good kid Dimitri wouldn’t have used him as a guilt tactic, which failed. Ugly bastards, the both of them. But, nooooo, the moment I actually get to revel in some sort of victory at the news of him going missing, to finally have his sorry face off the face of the earth, THE FUCKER COMES BACK AS A DARKRAI. A DARKRAI. Here I am, home alone having some nice alone time from that wretched wife who I couldn’t give two shits about, and out of the darkness this motherfucker comes out like a ghost AND STABS ME. I don’t know what the fuck he stabbed me with, but I started growing pink fur. DO YOU KNOW HOW GAY THAT IS? PINK FUR? OH SO HE GETS TO BE A FUCKING LEGENDARY BUT HE GOES OUT OF HIS WAY TO MAKE ME THE GAYEST SHIT HE COULD COME UP WITH. HE FUCKING PLANNED IT. Oh and don’t you dare tell me to calm down, I have every right to be pissed off, do you know how much fucking pain I went through because of that shit? Imagine all your bones fucking breaking and deforming, not pretty, and a I’m sure as hell not fucking pretty. Pretty gay is what I fucking look like now, and no one will shut up about it. ALL BECAUSE OF THIS FUCKING BASTARD.
So, what is a man meant to do in this situation? How the fuck would I know. Don’t see any other people being turned into fucking deformed rabbits and left there. So I just stayed there, waiting for my... Loving, wife to come home. I swear to fucking god he was there the entire time, didn’t see him but I could feel it, sick bastard. AND THEN COMES COME IN AND BEATS ME WITH A FUCKING BROOM. LIKE I’M SOME SORT OF ANIMAL, OH WAIT, I FUCKING AM BECAUSE OF THIS LITTLE SHIT.
So there you fucking go, the damn anti christ over here looking like he hasn’t slept since the monarchy of Russia fell, fucking ruined my entire life.fucking self righteous bitch, if he was never born none of this shit would have happened. Now I’m stuck constantly being called fucking GAY because of this emotionless piece of shit. Fucking go to hell you bastardized demon.
oh... uncle. he’s a bad person, plain and simple. went through 18 years of hell because of him. wanted to use me to make father feel bad. that never happened. would still feel emotions if not for him.
... Could been good boy. I did not allow. Wanted brother to feel pain, did bad things to boy. Brother no care. I not know, kept do it.. Do till left. Could been like Slavik... Brody hate now. Hate best. Least hate more father. He should. Least not like father.
i think he saw me one time and had a breakdown. oh well. kinda expect that.
"Ah shit why'd it have to be like this? The damn guy didn't intend for any of this and I still want to like him, but... he just looks like... him come back to haunt me. I hate that I hate him..."
poor sister. i... guess. she... cared. cared far more then i ever could. would be a lie if i said i felt anything back. one of the few times i can say i wish i still could. didn’t deserve that.
i thought it’d be funny to make him me. it was. i think. i would enjoy his suffering. about time he got what he deserves... though i don’t feel anything from it. wish i did.
see? that’s the bastard, not me. brody is right fucking there. shut the fuck up about me being him. i’m clearly not. fucking idiots won’t listen all because of this fucking body and voice. he fucking did this, he knew all about what would happen, i should of just left him for fucking dead then none of this would have happened. do you know how much this fucking hurts? i don’t know how this disgrace even lived with how fucked up his back is. don’t know how he could even get to sleep with this much pain. oh wait, he didn’t. and it just makes me look even more like him, fuck this. fuck him. i’d fucking scream at him if i didn’t sound dead because of him. this is all his fault. not mine, all of this is on him. damn abomination. he should be fucking grateful i’m the reason he’s alive. fuck off with the “i deserve it” shit, i don’t, all i did was go out with a few women then never gave a shit about them. who fucking cares. he doesn’t, he’s not even able to care, fucking psycho. just fucking let me out of here. i’m. not. him. i’m mikhail and no one else, not that fucking mistake.
imagine being proud of being russian
“Imagine being proud of being American”
ok boomer
Ok boomer- WAIT I DIDN’T MEAN TO SAY THAT I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT CAME OVER ME I AM SO, SO SORRY
oh. mother. never knew her, she died when i was born. guess that’s where it all started from. mikhail blames me for her dying. theoretically i would think that’s funny.