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TinyDragon 94 | Loneliness 57
did she insist on making every damn thing so difficult? "Bullshit its not!"
The Phanteon snapped, the Frustration refusing to fade as it bulged in his muscles. "It absolutely reeks of rot and death. There is nothing friendly about that."
Despite his hostility the Vaporeon held her ground, standing firmly before him with purpose. Even her normally fearful eyes shined with courage. Since when had she become so high and mighty? "Look hat eht,"
she insisted, "It hathn't even hurt anywhone!" "Tinydragon's right. We don't have to start a fight. This feraligator has no interest in fighting us."
Turning his entire head Lone stared at Kat in disbelief. Her too!? The Ninetales had always attempted to be a the voice of reason but this.. this
was too far. "We can reason with it! This undead appears stable enough...maybe we could even learn from it. I've never had someone at this stage of decay to question before."
The raspy pants of Lone's breathing grew long saliva strings that dribbled from his teeth. She was joking right? "Reason.. with a scale-bag of decay... Why not just jump off some cliffs and see if we can sprout wings."
Undead were all the same, all of them! Stability was temporary, they were never sated, and no matter what they were a danger to be around. "I can't believe this. You've both gone mad!"
he spat venomously, turning to face the undead while taking a fresh battle stance.
Thankfully, someone was on his side. "You're joking right? That thing will snap sooner or later and attack anything and everything. I'm betting on the sooner. Leave this thing to rot on its own."
Giving a small grunt the Phanteon was relieved to know at least one member of the group wasn't feather-brained but he still didn't agree with him. "Once it snaps it could follow us. Why let that inevitability linger?"
It was not an if- it was a when.
Rokai unsurprisingly agreed with TD, "She's right. They haven't done anything aggressive towards us! Rolling over, offering protecting, heck, they even tried asking Abby to make us happy! You may see them as a threat, but I don't, and neither does TD."
What was wrong with these Pokemon? What had changed since they wandered apart? Lone's breath grew ragged. He had waited too long and the attack had become too unstable and muddied to hold. With a sick pulsation the strength ebbed from his body, the harsh glow of his eyes fading away to their normal ruby shimmer. Wincing with effort the Phanteon blinked out fresh blots of red tears. This entire thing was complete bullshit.
Despite the courage she had to challenge Lone the poor Vaporeon's heart was fluttering like a caged bird. This wasn't some tiny infected Pokemon- it was a big, powerful creature that was heavily decayed. She had only caught the ladder half of what Katyusha said onward but Marvin had made a serious point. Even if what she said was true it would eventually
succumb to the disease. But he's still a Pokemon. We can't dehumanize him just because we didn't know him before.
TD's eyebrows furrowed seriously. No, she wouldn't let them harm this creature as long as he still had a conscience.
Taking in a deep breath, and finding it very hard not to gag on the foul stench of the Feraligatr, TD marched past Lone until she was standing between him and the gator. While she did not see his words Oracle spoke softly, "We shouldn't fight it. It doesn't want to fight us- what if someone gets hurt?"
but she turned just in time to see Lone's snarky remark. "We have a higher chance of someone getting hurt if we let it run rampant." But its not rampant!
For what its worth the thing had barely moved from its spot. Maybe it would chase them, like play-things, but technically even that was not a rampaging demon. This time she caught the soft shifting of the Eevee's lips, "If it comes down to it, we could always sneak away later."
Sneak away? Well.. that was better then all this talk of murder in a peaceful berry forest. Thank you Oracle.
Lone lessened his stance, forcing the fur along his neck to lie flat as he looked between the living Pokemon with an irritable scowl. "So.. you're all telling me you're okay with hanging out with this disease-ridden reptilian hellspawn? That, mind you, could snap any one of us in half without a second thought or any remnant of mercy because of,"
he looked between each respective Pokemon in turn starting with Katyusha. "Possible questions,"
then Rokai, "Hysterical babbling,"
followed by Oracle, "Later chances,"
and the last was TD. Lone's lip curled at the words, disgusted, "And that it hasn't done anything.. yet?"
TD gave a slow nod and a soft, "Yes.""That has got to be the stupidest horseshit ever! You are literally spelling out our own demises. But fine, whatever! If y'all want to listen to bitch-fins and keep a ticking time-bomb around like its some fancy pet be my guests. Just don't be surprised and lose your spines when it tries to fucking eat you and you have to put it and your friends down."
The Phanteon huffed, his chest filling with air as rage still pulsed in his blood and a new idea formed in his brain. He sure as hell wasn't going to fall victim to this thing.. but he wouldn't like bitch-fins either. You're gonna watch all your friends die because of your call.
Her poor wittle heart would just break, hah!
The heavy stench of the Feraligatr slapped him in the face again as though the beast had breathed right into his muzzle. For the first time in several minutes Lone actually focused and acknowledged its words, shocked to find them to be about himself. "You 'kay? You're lookin like you'se hurt lots."
Staring the beast down Lone said nothing for many heartbeats before giving a cold, "Yeah, but that's none of your business."
Rising his puffy tail the Phanteon turned and padded closer to Oracle. Whatever they did with the thing now wasn't his problem but he still wasn't going to let another Eevee die on this island.