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He awakens in a dark hallway, suddenly and with a gasp, to the smell of dirt and metal invading his senses. The change from one location to another had been relatively straightforward, all things considered. One second he’s in the Temple of Sinnoh and then the next-? Well, there was only one way to find out.
The hallway he stands in twists off in two different directions, one side leading left and another right but it takes him only a moment to think about it before he's sprinting to the left side on autopilot because when he thinks about it- he knows this smell- the way it sticks to the back of his throat- the way the ground crunches beneath his feet as he runs- it’s all so familiar.
He knows where he is.
Light flits into view from afar on his side and he runs faster, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He knows this place, he knows this smell he knows- Voices. Muffled. Lots of voices. Mumbling and chattering and ones that are robotic and automated from speakers up above- He remembers that beautiful sound! He remembers the schedules and the timetables and the workers that kept it all running-
The workers.
His staff.
The Depot Agents.
Oh Gods he hopes they’ve been okay without him!
He hopes… Emmet hopes Ingo’s been okay without him… What on Earth would Ingo have been doing without him-
Now quickly approaching the lights, Emmet slows into a steady jog, making sure to be mindful of the live lines just to his right. Ingo would never forgive himself if he found out he’d gotten himself electrocuted! And so close to being home too! Wouldn’t that be depressing? To have survived falling off of cliffs and being attacked and maimed by wild pokemon and almost freezing to death only to step on a live railway line and get zapped to the high heavens?
Verrrrrry depressing, yup!
With a sigh he runs his bare hand across the wall until it catches on a door frame just barely illuminated by the platform's overhead lights. He swings the door towards himself and carefully slips in, not wishing to trip on the step and scuff himself up anymore than he already looks. Emmet already hates how scruffy and tattered his outfit has become, thank you! He does not need anymore rips and tears in his poor, beloved, off white jacket! He would be barely recognisable if not for having kept his hair cut short and styled the same all this time; the little bit of hair that had grown on his chin had been allowed to stay though if only for the euphoria it brought him at being able to even grow the thing. He just barely remembered always having wanted to grow some…
He’d have to ask Ingo why that was at some point. But that was the thing wasn’t it? He could start asking about the lapses in his memory now because he was home. Emmet was finally home and his dear twin that he’d been missing for so so so many years was just up these steps, hidden away somewhere behind the walls of Gear station. It made him a bit giddy to think about as he turned another corner and climbed the steps 2 at a time up to the platform proper; the thought of returning to where he belonged, of returning to his friends and family and his pokemon and his place.
He really hoped his brother would recognise him. Of course his clothes were tattered and the Diamond clan tunic he wore underneath would be quite different from his usual black shirt and blue tie and the bags under his eyes were far deeper than they should be for his age- but he was still Emmet. He was still Ingos' twin.
Emmet made it to the top of the steps in record time, the thoughts swirling around his head pushing him forward with an urgency he’s never felt before and the giddy feeling inside his chest forces him to shake out some of the energy through his hands before he grabs for the door handle again. He’d gotten better about not masking his stims in Hisui; once he told people it was effectively his way of relieving excess energy from his body and calming himself down they stopped asking him about it, nodding in a way that looked like they could understand it even if they’d never seen it before. At least Sabi and Lian understood- he was getting off track. He wasn’t back in Hisui anymore, Emmet was in Unova. Emmet was in Gear Station.
Emmet opened the door.
Emmet.
Was.
Home.