[PKMN] SPACE CASE!

[Lilium Mortem]

bones

[skinstealer]

LAST TIME...on SPACE CASE!
Our heroes came face to face with the threat of death...who knew that traveling on a League journey could be so treacherous?!

Will they continue forward with dread in their hearts, or determination? There's only one way to find out...in SPACE CASE! 

EPISODE 13: Growth and Decay

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FROND: Alright, just a minute more-



 

You are now Stretch.

And you are waiting on breakfast.

Frond had always talked about wanting to get into cooking, but- you have to admit you're impressed. You're usually pretty picky, but- even the charti-seasoned meals sit well with you.

FROND: Aaaand here we go!

 

 

Minerva's food is softened again, and to your relief- she's clearer-headed today.





...still-

MINERVA: S-so-
MINERVA: Why are we...in a house?
STRETCH: ...needed shelter.
MINERVA: oh...
MINERVA: Can I say hi to th-
STRETCH: Owners aren't in.

 

She tilts her head at you, only for you to take the opportunity to get some food in her mouth.

MINERVA: Mmf-

 

She gives you a look as she swallows the food, not buying your evasive maneuver.


You are going to have to bring out the big guns if you want to avoid further questions.

STRETCH: ....good girl.

 

Her face lights up, expression softening immediately.



....mission success.

FROND: ....

 

Frond and Eerie sit off to the side, comparing maps on their navs.

FROND: Looks like we can go up this path-
EERIE: Kinda steep.
FROND: Offroad could keep us out of sight.
FILIGREE: Would Minnie be good for it?

 

The two of them look over at the bat.

EERIE: ...i mean, she can- talk.

 

Frond does a shaky hand, looking back at the map.

FROND: ...maybe this would be better.
FILIGREE: ....

 

The bellsprout folds their leaves, looking particularly uneasy.

FILIGREE: ...don't like that it hasn't worn off yet.
FROND: Me either.
FROND: ...Eerie, does this usua-
EERIE: Wouldn't know.

 

It comes out quickly, the rhyhorn looking guiltily away.

EERIE: Didn't get that far.
EERIE: Never even got close to whatever level that guy was on.
STRETCH: ....level?

 

She doesn't respond.

STRETCH: Eerie.
EERIE: ....it's for the best I didn't, alright?
EERIE: You have to go through some serious shit to get that strong.
FILIGREE: ...I saw it.
FILIGREE: When using the mist.

 

Eerie nods.

EERIE: I-
EERIE: I left before they could push me that hard.

 

You open your mouth, prepping to ask what exactly-





your head wrapped in bandages





-but you hold off.







....some things are best left for another time.

FILIGREE: Whatever it is, it doesn't behave like mine.
FILIGREE: Seems like the mist's effects only last as long as I can hold it...
FROND: Centers deal with this and worse all the time.
FROND: There's one outside of the Institute-
STRETCH: That's our best bet.
STRETCH: ...especially if this has been a problem.
EERIE: ....non-zero chance.
STRETCH: We'll take it.










MINERVA: mmmmmm

 

The golbat hums, extremely pleased with the current arrangement. She occasionally nuzzles against you, getting between your antennae and-

You really really wish this could wait for later.

FROND: Caaaareful there, bud-

 

Like.

STRETCH: i've got it.

 

Maybe.

EERIE: uuuh

 

WHEN NOT ON THE EDGE OF A CLIFF.

STRETCH: I've

 

You grit your teeth, keeping Minnie's tether as close to you as possible, hovering at the best pace you can manage between "getting this over with" and "not dropping both of you multiple stories."

STRETCH: Got

 

Thankfully, she doesn't mind-

STRETCH: It.

 

-when you allow yourself to be a walking body massage.




The second you reach a stable landing, you nearly want to collapse, leaning against a rock wall and panting.



....you've been having such a hard time keeping your breath stable.



Stress.

Minerva gets one last cuddle in, blue energy pulses crackling against her neck.

MINERVA: my herooooooo

 

It's just stress.

 

It takes Eerie a minute to catch up, wincing- she had been lagging behind, insisting it's just to keep Minerva from taking a tumble if you fail.

You all know better than that, seeing her occasionally poke the bandage and wince.

It was healing decently enough on a surface level thanks to some careful potion application, but from your own experience with...certain...blood related events....




It had to be sore internally.

That took more time, especially with less strong meds.

You're going to have to upgrade your supplies as soon as possible if this is what you're going up against.



She lets out an exhausted sigh of relief as she realizes the worst is over.

EERIE: ....thank fuck.
FROND: Still got more to go, unfortunately...
FILIGREE: How much more?

 

Frond taps at his nav screen, the brief look on his face speaking louder than words.

STRETCH: ...right.
STRETCH: Hgh.
FROND: The next bit's pretty smooth elevation-wise, though.
FROND: Flat plateau for the next hour.
EERIE: next hour you have to be kidding me
FROND: And I marked down somewhere we can stop, have lunch, take a bathroom break-
STRETCH: Proper itinerary.
FROND: Somebody's gotta!

 

He sounds more strained than usual, his cheeriness hitting some kind of limit.



Your antennae pulse for a moment.



It sinks in.


Everyone else looks so





so terrible.


You are the only one who doesn't look like like hell right now, at least physically.
Everyone else looks beat up to shit, barely hanging on morale-wise-

-and you're still caught in the middle of the route.

There's no chance to go back at this point, only through.


Even with the upcoming hike being easier for a while-

STRETCH: I
STRETCH: can
STRETCH: ....

 

A deep, agonized breath.

STRETCH: provide. entertainment.
EERIE: Eh?
EERIE: Speak up.
STRETCH: I said I can keep people's-
STRETCH: ....their minds off of things.
STRETCH: While we walk.
FILIGREE: ....uh
FILIGREE: hhhhow?
STRETCH: ....I don't know, I-
STRETCH: i know some stories or something
FROND: Oh, shit!

 

His face lights right up.

FROND: You mean the ones about-
STRETCH: yes frond the clefairy legends that's literally the only ones i know.
FROND: And it's relevant!

 

It takes you a moment to get going.

STRETCH: ....Mt. Moon is-

 

This is not your strong suit.

STRETCH: Mmgh.

 

But-

STRETCH: ....thousands and thousands of years ago, this is where Kanto made first contact.
EERIE: ....with-?
STRETCH: Space.
STRETCH: Extraterrestrial life.

 

The interjection you expect never comes.

STRETCH: Nn.
STRETCH: okay
 

Deep breath.

STRETCH: The people in this region looked to the stars, trying to find answers.
STRETCH: People in villages would claim that they'd heard something whispering to them on the full moon.
STRETCH: At first, it- it seemed like just a couple of crackpots.
STRETCH: Locals no one would believe.
STRETCH: ....
STRETCH: But they started cropping up more and more around here- where Cerulean and Pewter now stand.

 

You guide Minerva around a rock, falling into a rhythm of checking the ground around you and remembering what comes next.

STRETCH: Eventually, the fullest moon anyone had ever seen came-
STRETCH: And a massive falling star came down, hitting the mountain so hard that it made a tunnel straight through, clean cut and even.

 

You make a finger gun, pretending to fire.

STRETCH: Like shooting a bullet.
EERIE: ....nothing can do that to a fucking mountain.
FILIGREE: But-
FILIGREE: That's what the Institute is shaped like, right?
FROND: Pewter's end of it, yeah!
FROND: They have a dome on top and everything!
STRETCH: ...correct.
STRETCH: People flocked to the crater, connecting the tunnels where cave pokemon lived to the outside to make traveling easier.
STRETCH: Entire populations introduced to each other for the first time-
STRETCH: Brought together by an asteroid.
EERIE: So-
EERIE: I mean-
EERIE: ...what happened next.

 

There's the tiniest bit of satisfaction to hearing her genuinely curious, driving you to continue.

STRETCH: The people made their way down the mountain, carving paths in a tiered spiral down the crater's sides.
STRETCH: When they finally reached the bottom-
STRETCH: The rock had split open, revealing its contents underneath the rubble.
STRETCH: Bodies.

 

The party pales, Minerva, nuzzling up in a barely lucid whine.

MINERVA: Bodies-
MINERVA: that'ssss. scaryy.
STRETCH: no no no they weren't dead
STRETCH: They. They were not dead.
FILIGREE: could've lead with that
STRETCH: MM.
STRETCH: Anyway.
STRETCH: There were dozens, maybe hundreds, of unconscious beings.
STRETCH: They had been hidden by broken meteorite chunks.
STRETCH: Unresponsive, but alive.
STRETCH: The people brought them up the spiral, carrying every single one of them out of the wreckage-
STRETCH: Carving out chambers along the way to tend to them. Housing.
STRETCH: They took to food, water, care- and eventually. They awoke.
STRETCH: ...they could not speak our language, but learned quickly.
STRETCH: Grateful for the help- for their new home-
STRETCH: They were happy to work together.
STRETCH: We know them now as clefairies and clefables.
FILIGREE: ....I thought that was just-
FILIGREE: ...y'know, a fairy tale.
EERIE: Could still be. It did say these are legends.
FROND: Lots of legends are history too!
STRETCH: It-


 

You don't get to finish your sentence.





The sound of someone slamming into the wall next to you sends the world into slow motion, your brain trying to parse what had happened in that split second.

Dust and rubble sprays from the impact, your body moving from instinct to pull Minerva close and shield her from any shrapnel.


Something is here.
Someone.


Your eyes catch a glint of metal, three spheres reflecting the harsh sunlight-

Magneton. No chance of anything else.
Only two local hivemind species with that kind of cerberus-style body plan, not like that.


You can barely make out her pupils as she pushes herself off the wall, a fearful screech bursting out of her.


Panic.
Raw panic-





and in the frantic attempt to get away from whatever's chasing her












she slams into Frond












and everything goes white.







You only hear ringing
A sharp noise.

Sudden light.



You think there's a brief moment of a rock hitting your shoulder hard enough to pierce it, your body repulsing it out and leaving blood dripping down your arm.






You are halfway between here and somewhere long ago






the bright lights shining in your eyes the feeling of












You smell the rot.





Minerva's whimper keeps you grounded enough to keep her at your side, stumbling towards the scent as the world spins.


You have to get to him

You have to


get to


Frond



Your chest hurts.

It isn't working right.


Just stress.

This happens.


You taste blood.

That's fine.

Something just cut your lip.




You hear Eerie's voice, her words indiscernible.


There's a blue shape by Frond.

That's probably her.


You think you see Filigree too.

Your vision swims.




Your heart pounds.



You think you tell Eerie to take Minerva, and the harness loosens,
cut-
maybe torn-



It doesn't matter.


Minnie would be okay.



Fili and Eerie would do better with her than you ever could.




Why would you ever be any good for someone like her?





The rot is so strong as you draw closer, kneeling an inch off the ground, by his side.


Overwhelming.




You think you hear someone retch.





Frond makes a sound, and you feel his hand reach for yours.

STRETCH: Shh.

 

You take it, listening to him gag as the pulse hits him.

And yet he calms,
his breath steadying along with yours.

Edges sharpen, things becoming clear.

FROND: m..
FROND: m'okay.
EERIE: Bullshit-

 

She coughs, covering her snout with one hand and holding Minerva close to her body with the other.

Even with the rot scent dissipating, it's obvious that she's not handling it well.





because she's normal and you are not

EERIE: Y-you just got blown the fuck up-
FROND: J. Just
FROND: A flesh wound.
EERIE: YOUR FLESH SHOULDN'T BE WOUNDED

 

You get your backpack off, your movements still feeling automatic as you root around.

Potions running low.
Not good.
Probably wouldn't help much right now.


You raise a fist at him.

STRETCH: How many fingers am I holding up.
FROND: threeee?
STRETCH: Concussed.
FILIGREE: Does-
FILIGREE: I don't have a brain, I highly doubt he does-

 

Frond clearly tries to crack wise, only to stagger and push at his head.

STRETCH: Biology lesson comes later.
STRETCH: Don't have enough to treat him here.
EERIE: Wh-
EERIE: The hell are we supposed to do?!
STRETCH: ...how far are we.

 

Filigree scrambles for their nav, pulling up the map.

FILIGREE: shit shit shit
FILIGREE: I. I don't-
STRETCH: Focus.

 

It comes out harsh.

You don't care.

FILIGREE: We c-can probably get there tomorrow-
EERIE: With everyone but Stretch this fucked up?!
STRETCH: No choice.
STRETCH: Optimize. Now.

 

Filigree and Eerie exchange panicked looks.

FILIGREE: u-uh
EERIE: I'll take Minnie.

 

The golbat is clinging onto her at this point, Eerie not bothering to protest.

EERIE: Can't deal with whatever happened to Frond earlier.
EERIE: You can...get close to him, or whatever.
EERIE: We'll swap bodyguard duty.
STRETCH: Right.
FILIGREE: I'll l-lead.
EERIE: What happens when YOU get blown up
EERIE: AGAIN.
FILIGREE: The hell other option do we-

 

There's heavy movement in the brush, Eerie yanking both Minerva and Fili into a huddle while you haul up Frond into your arms.



Your eyes widen as the figure steps forward, staggering-





-more exhausted than threatening.





Well.




Aside from xer size.







The venusaur in front of you pants, posture slumped.
Xer eyes widen as xey see your group, backing away as if you were far, far scarier than xer brick wall of a frame-






Lip trembling, sniffling.

VENUSAUR: D-
VENUSAUR: DON'T-


 

Xer voice cracks, on the verge of tears.

VENUSAUR: I JUST WANT TO GET HOME!



 

Uh.



Huh.

STRETCH: We-

 

Eerie lets out an irritated huff, your own posture going slack at the apparent lack of threat.

EERIE: We're not attacking you, idiot!
FILIGREE: F-
FILIGREE: YOU scared US!

 

Minerva lets out another one of her hazy whimpers, Filigree rushing over to pat her side and shush her.
Seeing the golbat gets xer eyes watering, making a wet, anxious croak.

VENUSAUR: I-I-
STRETCH: RELAX.
STRETCH: We're not Osteo.

 

Xey're quiet, clenching and unclenching xer tiny claws as xey try to get a grip.

You keep your eyes on xem.

VENUSAUR: W-well-
VENUSAUR: It's n-not my fault you all look so-
VENUSAUR: So SCARY!
FILIGREE: ....eh?

 

Oh.




You are all covered in blood, bruises, and sweat.

That may explain it.

EERIE: You'd look this shit too if you've been dealing with Osteo-
VENUSAUR: Wh-
VENUSAUR: What do you think I've BEEN doing?

 

Xer voice comes out indignant, hands suddenly on xer sides.

VENUSAUR: I've had to fight for my life out here all day!

 

...





.........





There's a bit of dirt on xem- but that's it.





Hoo boy.







Wait.

Looking at xer outfit-





A simple dress, glasses, and a coat with a star pin.

STRETCH: ....Lunar Institute?

 

The venusaur's eyes widen, xer own posture relaxing.

VENUSAUR: Oh
VENUSAUR: Y-yes!
VENUSAUR: My name-

 

Xey strike a proud pose, looking somewhat ridiculous with xer face all snotty.

VENUSAUR: -is Sweetpea!
SWEETPEA: Proud intern to THE Dr. Asterism!

 

Xey wait for any of you to recognize the name





only to be met with blank stares.

SWEETPEA: ....
SWEETPEA: Cmon, now!
SWEETPEA: S-surely you've-
EERIE: Do we look like moon geeks?
SWEETPEA: HMPH.
SWEETPEA: Well, you HAVE to have-

 

It's xer turn to take you in.

SWEETPEA: ....wait
SWEETPEA: Y-you're-
SWEETPEA: Oh my god.

 

You squeeze your eyes shut.



Please, no.

SWEETPEA: You're the SHOOTING STARS!

 

you just need to get to this fucking mountain

SWEETPEA: I saw your challenge!
STRETCH: Cool. Awesome.
STRETCH: Happy to meet a fan.

 

You gesture wildly to the gloom in your arms and the rest of your nearly-defeated team.

STRETCH: We need safety.
SWEETPEA: ...oh!
SWEETPEA: Yeah, that-
SWEETPEA: ....you do look pretty bad right now.
FILIGREE: thanks.
SWEETPEA: But!

 

Xer eyes light up in a way that fills you with dread.

SWEETPEA: With you by my side, I should be able to get to the checkpoint a-okay!
EERIE: uhhh
SWEETPEA: No Osteo goons will bother me with YOU around!
EERIE: nobody tell xem
FILIGREE: nooope



 

You pick up on a few things about Sweetpea on your trek through the brush.

1) Despite seeming oblivious to the fact that "running from Osteo" also meant "getting our asses kicked", xey definitely know a lot about the area and its risks. Good.
2) Xey're definitely some kind of type variant, the delicate flower at the base of xer tail shifting colors as xey speak. You feel like you've read about this somewhere- an atypical one for sure, though it's on the tip of your tongue.
3) Xey talk a lot.

SWEETPEA: And, it's just-
SWEETPEA: I follow a lot of the gym stuff on TV- casually, yknow?
SWEETPEA: I'm not a jock or anything.
EERIE: Uh huh.

 

It's Eerie's turn to get the Minerva snuggle special, the golbat seemingly enjoying getting some itches scratched by nuzzling up to her crests in between looking painfully disoriented.

At first, the rhyhorn had protested, only to realize it kept her from whimpering and starting to cry- a necessary sacrifice.

SWEETPEA: And Pewter has not gotten anything in so long.
SWEETPEA: It's depressing!
SWEETPEA: No one had even seen the new gym, and all of the rumors!
SWEETPEA: Crazy!

 

You're surprised Frond hasn't gotten sick again in your arms, but he's definitely barely conscious and hiccuping dangerously if you hold him too close to your torso.

It hurts your arms to carry someone so heavy a distance away from your body, but you have no idea how bad he could get with the full brunt of the pulse.




....for all you know you could be making it wor-

SWEETPEA: But they actually don't look too bad!
SWEETPEA: Like, freaky, sure, but let me tell you I went to bat for 'em around the water coole-

 

Xey pause, gesturing widely to a massive gated wall.

You hadn't even notice it come up between your own thoughts and xer chattering.

SWEETPEA: Tada!
STRETCH: ...this the checkpoint?
SWEETPEA: Mhm!

 

Xey stomp over to a keypad, punching in a code and flashing xer pin at a camera.

The door unlocks, xer tail swaying happily.

SWEETPEA: Let's get you all fixed up!






 

The checkpoint is a small compound composed of tents and first aid stations, some more enclosed structures featuring computers and radios.

Your team is more than a little relieved to have nav chargers available, and even more thankfully- Sweetpea knows first aid.

EERIE: OW.

 

...though xer technique could use a little work.

SWEETPEA: Stop wiggling-!
EERIE: Y-you're the one being too rough!
SWEETPEA: I have large hands, short arms, and tiny claws!
EERIE: I've got even less claws than you!
STRETCH: Please stop bickering.

 

You're on watch duty for both Frond and Minerva, getting both of them some water and rations- helpfully provided by your wonderful host.

SWEETPEA: Hmph.
SWEETPEA: Well-

 

Xey back up, Eerie's arm cleaned and re-bandaged.

SWEETPEA: There you go.
SWEETPEA: How'd you get cut so bad, anyway?

 

Everyone exchanges looks.

STRETCH: ...travel accident.
SWEETPEA: Oh!
SWEETPEA: Well. Sensible.

 

A collective sigh of relief.

SWEETPEA: Good thing you're almost to the Institute, right?

 

Your antennae perk up.

SWEETPEA: The center will treat that just fine!
STRETCH: Yes, that's exactly-
SWEETPEA: A perfect reward for escorting me!
STRETCH: ....
EERIE: .......
FILIGREE: ......
SWEETPEA: It'll be a piece of cake!

 

Your antennae flop back down.

Great.




Another one.

STRETCH: ..... fine.
EERIE: E-eh?!
STRETCH: We're. Going to the same place.
STRETCH: But we need to stay here for the night-
STRETCH: And you need to give us any meds you've got.
SWEETPEA: Hmm...
SWEETPEA: A fair trade, I guess...
SWEETPEA: We don't have a whole lot, but it's doable.
SWEETPEA: I came out here to do routine checks, and-
SWEETPEA: I just can't STAND the idea of dealing with those creeps again!

 

Xey shudder.

SWEETPEA: I'll do anything to avoid that.
FILIGREE: ...where is everybody, anyway?
FILIGREE: Shouldn't people be here to help you?

 

The venusaur goes quiet.

SWEETPEA: It-
SWEETPEA: ....
SWEETPEA: I'm the only one who still does it.

 

Xer eyes start watering instantly, xer tail flower turning purple as Filigree waves their leaves around.

FILIGREE: WHOA ITS OKAY
SWEETPEA: because they all get scared-

 

Probably because anyone else would get their fucking skull caved in.

Minerva shakes off some of the haze, giving Sweetpea a little smile as she manages the first full sentence she'd had in a hot minute.

MINERVA: D-don't worry-
MINERVA: I think-
MINERVA: You're very brave.

 

The flower returns to a more neutral tone, the venusaur wiping xer nose.

SWEETPEA: Really?
MINERVA: You saved all of us-

 

A sickly cough, eased by your speedy back massage.

MINERVA: T. Thank you.
SWEETPEA: ....

 

Finally


the venusaur smiles.




....it makes sense.


Minnie, even when sick like this-





-could make somebody relax.

EERIE: ....

 

Eerie hesitates by your cot before bed, Minerva having assumed her usual burrito mode.

EERIE: Stretch.

 

You ignore her.

EERIE: Hey.
STRETCH: nngh
STRETCH: What.
EERIE: You told me to keep you in the loop.
EERIE: You gotta do the same back.
EERIE: Got a hunch you know more about these lunar guys than you say.
STRETCH: ....
EERIE: We safe here tonight?
EERIE: Fili and Frond're already passed out, but-
STRETCH: We're safe.
EERIE: Yeah? How come.
STRETCH: ....you'll just mock me.
EERIE: Gimme a break.
EERIE: Just say it.

 

.....






Your voice comes out small.

STRETCH: i just know.
EERIE: ....cross your heart?
EERIE: Because if I get killed, I'm gonna haunt you.
STRETCH: ...promise.

 

You bury your face back into Minerva's chest.

STRETCH: Now go to bed.

 

You can practically hear her eye roll.

EERIE: Sheesh.
EERIE: Gnight to you too.

 

You hear her leave, zipping the tent up before she goes.

STRETCH: .....night.




















 

Your breath is heavy- outright panting, your whole body vibrating as it pulses in sync.



Your body feels. Strange.

Your skin is too tight.


Your clothes are even worse- gripping onto your frame, threatening to rip.



This isn't usually an issue for you- the pulse isn't rough enough to do much more than ripple them on a bad day.



Right now, they feel strained.




....





....in some places more than others.



Your environment comes into view, distracting you from the burning sensation between your legs-





You're.





In the clearing.






Under those horrible, horrible stars.






Your breath hitches-

-but it's not panic.
Why? Why
the-


You should be scared.
You should be terrified right now.
This is where it happened-
THIS IS NOT A REACTION YOU SHOULD BE HAVING TO BEING HERE







The scent hits you first, drawing you in towards the brush.







You find him laying there, pulling himself up into a sitting position. His clothes are torn, skirt ripped.




Saliva trickles down your chin, matching the drips of sap off of his own lip.

FROND: ....



 

He opens his arms, beckoning you in to come closer with a weak, bloodied smile.

FROND: It's okay, Stretch.
FROND: If it's you-





 

Your body moves without your permission.














You jolt awake, gasping for air- Minerva stirring at your side and making a tiny noise of worry.

STRETCH: shhh shh sh sh

 

A few pats on her head gets her to calm right down, rolling back over and falling back asleep.






....it feels wrong seeing her passed out at night.





Your guilt, however, is quickly replaced with something far, far worse as the nightmare settles in-


-a panic spike, seeing the mess of fluid staining your underwear.

STRETCH: fuck me nonononono




 

Thank god for the separate room thank fuuuck THANK fuck oh my god you've been scared of this the whole time oh my god no ohh my god this is so, so fucking disgusting what the fuck is WRONG with






....you manage to clean yourself- and the air in your immediate vicinity- in record time, relieved beyond belief that no one came in to check in on you.






....





closing your eyes







just makes you remember his face.














You do not sleep any more that night.





 

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A new friend (...?) in tow, demanding escort to the Lunar Institute....will Sweetpea be a help or a hindrance on the Shooting Stars' journey?

There's revelations to be had in next week's episode- both about our new venusaur companion and MORE! That dream's got to be haunting Stretch...but who cares about that?! Suggestors, what kind of questions do you hope to be solved...at the Lunar Institute!

Find out next time...on SPACE CASE!

[DanZapman]

Stretch crossed its heart... that's going to come back later. Anyway: who was the first 'mon to piss on the moon?

[knux400]

So... who exactly is THE Dr. Asterism? Sweetpea made them seem like such a big deal!

[Lilium Mortem]

hear me out: is the moon... an Egg?

for serious though, I can't think of anything too pressing that won't get exposition anyway so... what's the deal with the moon and fairies? seems weird how much they're linked. are fairies from the moon?