"Keep fucking walking you worthless fucking hide!"
Scrafty did not bother to respond. Even as she walked, the more docile side was still in charge. Physically, at least. She was still the one holding her head low in the dark, the one crying tears of what would be blood, the dark streaks being black even if she was not hidden in the shadows. But the voice that came through her lips was menacing, becoming venomous in its hushed intense fury. "Look at yourself. Fucking pathetic. Pathetic worthless peice of shit. Why can't you just do something right for fucking once?"
Once again, she did not reapond.
"Call yourself a Harbinger, you harlot."
Scrafty flinched at that one and the other side did not miss it. She could feel the smirk radiating from the one she shared a head with. I... I never asked... to be... one... She knows.... She knows that....
But her thoughts were snapped out and away from her head as suddenly the sounds of a fight reached her. She had been moving alongside the edge of the city, lurking in the shadows as her only way of camelflauge, but now she was nearing some sort of commotion. Just as Scrafty gasped in horror, her mind spoke differently;
"Oh no.... Not someone else!"
And a perfect opportunity to show your worth.
Go find them. Take them out. Slaughter them like the dirt they are, infected or not.
Scrafty shook from where she was. She did not want to do what the voice said. She wanted to run, turn, flee before even more blood stained her hands. But even as her face was frozen with horror, her legs shuffled forward.
You will fucking learn to do as you are told. She would not let Scrafty go back. Even as the sight came into view, she flinched. A group of pitiful undead fighting a Gabite off to the side. But she had to be drawn to the darkness emerging from the cave. The Harbinger's frightened gaze landed on an injurged Krookodile and an invertedly colored Absol before flitting desperately away, praying Oh... Arceus... Don't let her notice... them.... But she had. And the voice responded viciously within the confinds of their shared mind. How DARE you try to wiggle out of this like the fucking worm you are. Kill them. SLAUGHTER THEM ALL.
Even as the other personality screamed, the Scrafty's feet still moved, taking her emacied and discolored body out of the shadows on the path to the Dragon's Den. N-no.... No..... P-please...
I. Said. Kill. Them. ALL.
By then tears were swimming freeling down her face, even as the yards closed between her and her deemed victims. The sobbing was kept silent by the darker side, even as she sneered, Pussy.
Scrafty could hear the shout of someone's voice. "Shout if you need me! I'm going to get this one some help!" He had not yet noticed her. From outside, she could just make out the maw of the reptilian beast pulling back into a genuine smile. What the fuck is she so happy about? Scrafty offered no reply to the venomous tone, just managing to catch the short response from said reptile.
The Absol, though, was silent. He did not speak. This only made the darker side's anger fester. Through that, though, Scrafty strained to catch the rest of what the Krookodile said. "Rocco... I'm home," she spoke again, moving further into the dark. ...R... Rocco?... She found herself standing at the entrance then, the Harbinger behind the backs of both Pokemon. But she was entranced by this female. "So this is where you lived..." The reptile appeared to be musing with herself. Scrafty stumbled forward, making the first sound as she scuffled across the ground.
As both pair of eyes snapped around to her, the dark types' gazes brightened with alarm, but Scrafty was docile for the moment. Her sorrowful eyes burned desperately into the other Unovian. "Please... R-Rocco... Who is this... Rocco?...." Her voice broke. The darker side snarled within her but the Harbinger continued on. "You must care... greatly for Rocco.... Why not... Why not go find... them?..." She was finally interrupted. Despite the obvious fear spiking his fur, the feline found his tounge. "Who are you? What are you doing here? ...we don't want any trouble."
The Absol's tone was calm, much more than Scrafty could recall anyone ever sounding when refering to her. They were always so fearful. Always ran.
She was clearly infected, despite the broken expression, the desperation in her eyes still shone with the crimson of infection. Any Pokemon with a good sense of smell could tell what she was.
But before she could respond, the voice of her other self was growing impatient. Just fucking DO IT. I said to KILL THEM. I want you to slaughter them with your own fucking hands, see their blood stain our own, and have the cold flesh of their bodies fuel our own. DO. IT. Forgetting about whoever the Rocco was, Scrafty found herself backing away, shaking her head slowly. No... No she had to get away. The duel type knew she would eventually end up hurting them. Hurting those who didn't deserve it. She hardly choked back a sob as she moved away from the pair, earning a spark of intrest, though cautious, from the Absol. He stepped forward. "...Are you alright?"
Scrafty paniked. He was getting too close.
"...N-NO! R-run! Get... Get away! I'm... I'm d-..." Her voice broke again. The Absol's face flashed with recognition. He was suddenly speaking again, but Scrafty could no longer hear him. It was clear from his demenor- he thought she beleived she was a danger just for being undead. N-no... Please.... Run...
Then it snapped. Before Scrafty could even process what had happened, the Absol was crying out involentarily from pain, slammed backwards against the cave wall. His body made a wet sound as he dropped back to thr ground, blood staining his midnight fur.
"Now, now. This is MUCH more fucking like it."
She had switched. Again. Without even being able to stop it. The docile side hid inside her own mind, trying desperately to block out the sounds of the fight sure to come.
The Absol slowly staggered to his clawed feet, blood pouring over his face, eyes hard set and bright with pain. In Scrafty's hand was the sharp, severed edge of the shiny's horn. "I must say, you were really starting to get on my fucking nerves. NO one talks to her." Her smirk grew murderous. "Except me."
The fight was brief. The four legged dark type lunged forward, smacked away with no effort. That time, as he lay on the ground, it was obvious he could not be able to stand again so easily. Scrafty walked upon him, flicking her wrist as she reached him. Blood suddenly splurted from his lush neck fur as she slit his throat as easily as cutting butter. She said nothing, merely scowling in dissatisfaction. She hated how he had spoken to her other side. He had no right to that. Even as he tried to gasp, gargling as he drowned in his own blood, it was only the mad terror in his gold eyes that satisfied her.
"Take that, douchebag."
But even then, the Absol's legs still moved. They were weak, half flails, but the limbs still held life. As Scrafty turned away to make her leave and let the majestic creature die on his own time, one leg bumped into her tail. Snarling in fury, the Harbinger's eyes alight with cold hatred, she slammed her hand down. The movement abruptly ceased, his face locked in a mask of horror as she cleanly sliced his body clean in two at his torso, the broken off spike then protruding from his body. "Fucking prick."
Scraftly grabbed the blood soaked throat of the dead Absol, dragging the front half of his body alongside with her as she walked back out of cave. A thick trail of red followed the Harbinger as she left the city of Blackthorne.