Stuck in the Middle With 'chu

[lincolnmiller]

The thing about this stupid (Amazing) Pokemon game was the amount of time it ate into his life. At first it had been all yeah, just go exercise catch a few Pokemon and now, he was at level 27 and he only needed 20 more magikarp to get it to evolve. Which of course meant going out more. Which in turn led to more eggs and pokemon and- it was a vicious cycle that he was unable to break. Until now.

Now, being the fact he was stuck in the middle of doorway slowly freezing his butt off- phone battery long dead- as the Witch who hated her shop being a Pokestop- had taken revenge and stuck magical mistletoe above her shop door. Magical Mistletoe which meant he couldn't move until he was smooched. She was having great fun at his expense.

"This is just not- could you just- no? Okay, but at some point I'm going to need to and nope she's started laughing again. This is the worst." Lincoln muttered, sighing as he warmed his fingers and in particular his butt. "Note to self never piss off a witch."

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[tothelighthouse]

He's somehow run out of essentials again. Really resenting the fact that food runs out pretty damn fast when your body insists on it, he bundled himself up and headed out.

"You look.... stuck, he thought... are you okay?"

[bachjones]

Bach bumped into someone, heard it was Dylan, grabbed him to keep the both of them upright. "Hey man, sorry man. Isaac wants pop tarts, I promised them if he'd get a gold star at school, he got one, so here I am. Hoping they sell ..pop tarts. You okay?"

[tothelighthouse]

"Yeah I'm okay, I just needed a few things... not sure about this guy though."

Dylan looked at him again.

"I asked but... nothing yet."

He waves a little in front of Lincoln's face, "hey are you okay?"

Dylan shrugs.

"I think they do sell pop tarts. What kind does he like?"

[bachjones]

"Any." Did Bach know this guy? Did he have to worry about some magic going on? Because he was going to take Isaac, Essie and the pets and run. He glanced at his friend. And maybe Dylan as well, if he wanted to come. Bach had a big truck now.

"I'm sure there is some superhero version because all kids food has superheros but I just want some pop tarts."

[tothelighthouse]

Dylan chuckled.

"Hey Bach, do you know this guy? Should we... do something?"

He furrowed his brow with concern.

[bachjones]

"Don't know the guy and this looks like some weird magic shit going on. I don't know if we should get involved, but know any witches you can call? If you - of course you want to help."
And of course Bach knew a witch as well, but that would basically be admitting that he supported magic and witches stuff.

[tothelighthouse]

Dylan's mind blanked. He'd hadn't seen many people recently, and couldn't remember if he knew any witches.

"I'm not... sure. I don't know."

He was starting to panic a little.

[bachjones]

"..you're okay?" Dylan always sounded a little bit nervous, like Bach imagined a deer or a bunny would sound like, but now he was moving to another level. "Is it the magic stuff bothering you? Because we could - I could - I know a witch?"

Well, Bach had managed to last long with not bringing Essie up.

[tothelighthouse]

"I mean, not really okay but... he looks like he's in a worse place so, we should probably help."

He doesn't like this.

[bachjones]

Okay, this was going to frazzle Dylan's nerves until he fell apart and Bach just wanted to get some poptarts and get home. He turned to the guy, stepped in front of him and suddenly felt himself - freeze up

"Fuck!", he hissed through a locked jaw. "Dylan!"

[tothelighthouse]

Dylan's eyes widen, and he lowered his voice, "what? Is everything okay?"

He furrowed his brow in concern.

[bachjones]

"I'm ..." He couldn't even turn his face towards him. Jesus Christ, this was what he got for sticking his nose in to make other people more comfortable. Why the hell did he do that.

"Stuck."

[tothelighthouse]

Dylan stands there for a few seconds, not sure what to say.

"...shit?"

He looks around, trying to see if there's anyone else but him that could help. Literally anyone else would probably be better.

"I'm not really sure what to do about that. Can you move anything at all?"

[bachjones]

Bach tried, he really did. He tried to fall, tried to shake, anything, but nothing was going on. The guy in front of him was eyeing his mouth, and if this would have been another situation, Bach would appreciate it. But now, it was ju-

"Mouth?" he murmured. "Magic?" Eh shit, what else could he do? A spell? Where from?

[lincolnmiller]

"I'm something, you don't have a way to I don't know free me?" Lincoln said, gesturing at his inability to move anywhere. His butt was going kinda numb and he ran hot, super hot.

[tothelighthouse]

Dylan jumps a little when he speaks. "Oh hi! You can speak! That's good. What happened? Do you remember?"

[lincolnmiller]

"Uh, I may or may not have pissed off a pokemon hating witch. But come on she had a pikachu, a holiday themed pikachu just lurking in there and I kind of you know had to go get it." Lincoln drawled with a sigh. "You could say I had to catch them all although all I seem to be catching now is a cold."

[tothelighthouse]

"Fair enough," he shrugs, "although I've gotta say I think this is more than a cold, whatever it is."