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[One day in Unova, the sky opened up.

And dropped out a muppet of a man in tattered conductor's clothing. He hits the ground amid a crowd and instantly a lot is going on. Some people rushing to help him up, to check for injuries. Some calling the police. Some recording the rip in the sky.

And others recording the man, tweeting out that amazing thing that had just occurred.

holy shit a guy fell out the sky

ITS RAINING MEN?! HALLELUJAH???

I can't believe my theory that Ingo was buried in a landfill has been proven wrong like this #FindIngo #FoundIngo???

@ TrueCrimeRoyals TOLD YOU HE WAS ALIVE DUMBASSES

@ SubwayBossEmmet please see this

@ SubwayBossEmmet YOUR BROTHER WWAS FOUND

Somewhere, Emmet's phone is screaming with notifications and calls]

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It's. That bad?

Let's discuss this further after you've rested some.

I will.

Rest with me, Emmet.

Is that okay?

Who would stop us.

[and thats when EMMETS BEST FRIENDS THE POLICE ENTER THE ROOM WITHOUT KNOCKING]

KNOCK FIRST

[ yeah these fuckos. ]

I am Emmet. I told you he was not dead.

["You've said as much. We've come to confirm that this is truly Ingo."]

I.

[WAVES A HAND AT HIS OWN FACE

THEN WAVES IT AT EMMET'S FACE]

With all due respect I am recovering from injury.

["Yes, how DID you come to be so injured? We'd like to take a statement."]

I fell out the sky. Fifty people have recorded it.

It is trending on youtube as we speak.

[The officer grunts. And he's getting out a swab to take a saliva sample from Ingo so they can prove its ingo and not a body double cuz tbh this guy has been working on a circumstantial case against Emmet for two years now and he's pretty salty about this whole Ingo Isn't Dead Actually thing.

Ingo looks annoyed as fuck but fine. TAKE UR SAMPLE

"Emmet, we take it your schedule today was the same as always and can be collaborated by others at Gear Station?"]

Do you think HE dropped me out the sky.

You know my schedule, officer, because one of your men followed me like always!

[ Emmet smiles over at him. ]

["Why don't you step out while your brother and I have a talk."]

No.

. . . Ingo, the sooner you talk with him, the sooner we can get this over with.

[PISSED PISSED PISSED PISSED PISSED PISSED

glaring death at the officer]

Fine. The officer and I will have a discussion in private.

[ Emmet reaches over to scoop up the little sneasel discretely before stepping out into the hallway to wait. ]

[It should not take that long to explain I Fell From the Sky but the officer is doing. A lot of talking. Its about an hour before Ingo can be heard just fucking YELLING, apparently having ran out of patience in there]

HOW MANY TIMES MUST I REPEAT MYSELF BEFORE YOU ACCEPT THE TRUTH

[ . . . sighs, petting the little sneasel. ]

That man is verrrry annoying. I am surprised Ingo held out that long.

[DOOR SLAMMING OPEN

its fucking ingo walking out on his broken leg HE IS DONE WITH THIS SHIT]

I— Ingo, you need to rest!

I've had enough of answering the same questions over and over again!

I cannot rest when someone is trying to pressure me into saying things that are not true just to sate their bizarre theories!

[and the officer is marching out, sticking a STERN FINGER right in Ingo's face "NOW YOU LISTEN HERE"]

I LISTENED YOU WERE THE ONE REFUSING TO LISTEN

Officer, you should leave. My lawyer is already making calls to your department as we speak.

[Emmet gets a dirty look. But then the officer's phone rings and he grumbles and exits down the hall as he takes the call. Distant sounds of his boss yelling at him over the phone until the door shuts behind him

Ingo still just kinda standing there, held aloft by rage]

So did he want you to tell him that I killed you and replaced you with fake you, or that I have had you in my evil basement for three and a half years and only just now let you out?

The second one. And surely I am so conditioned that I cannot speak the truth of your apparent vile deals.

[limping back into his hospital room]

Or I have been brain damaged enough to not understand the situation.

He hates me. In fairness, I got tired of him years ago and have been antagonizing him somewhat.

[ follows, setting little sneasel baby back down on the bed. ]

[easing back to bed himself, sighing as his little lady curls up tucked against his face]

He doesn't know you very well if he think you would hurt me or could hurt me. What a wretched man.

I can't imagine a world where you would willingly harm me.