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   Viggo did his best to avoid the city of Brookfell, but it just couldn’t be helped sometimes. It was good to disappear in, and was unfortunately crawling with Cynic. He might have aligned himself with the team of maniacs, but he certainly didn’t see himself as some avid supporter. He didn’t condone their work when it came to fusions, human evolution… It was all a bit out of this world. But the fog - that’s what mattered.   Viggo was on the cusp of something extraordinary...

 Viggo often wondered sometimes how things ended up like they had. Sure, he’d had his rocky moments in life, but ultimately it always worked out in the end. Maybe he was riding on that hope that things would smooth out as always, no matter how much shit he got himself into. It wasn’t like he was painfully oblivious, but maybe he was naive.   He’d gotten into a few tangles, more than his usual amount. Luckily it was easy enough to patch himself up and cover things up thanks to S...

   There was no doubt the Wintervale cold was its most harsh when the days were darker. A few hours of sunlight didn’t warm up a thing, not that Wintervale even seemed to be free of snow anyway. Sparks was always hidden away underground in his little warm, cosy den. He preferred it that way. The guy was unable to retain heat, and he was from Brookfell... So it was like living in a freezer. Sometimes he questioned his choice of location.   Viggo often dragged him out from his tech ...

   The silence would have been deafening were it not for the buzzing and crackling of lights and hazardous electrical equipment. Viggo sat with his head hung low, hands clasped together. He felt like he was in the dentist waiting room even though he would have been the only person waiting. Well, there were some odd Pokemon scurrying around, but they were quite content causing harmless sparks and not bothering him.    Sparks’ den wasn’t the best digs in the world, but it was hom...