"What the hell? Let her go, I won't tell you again!" the Yamask almost broke into hysterical laughter at the fire-type's words, the pathetic spider that writhed on the ground causing waves of superiority to form in the specter's mind. A twisted grin that only a ghost-type could manage blossomed on her teal-coloured lips. "Enough Yamask, if you don't let her go, I'll make sure you'll spend the rest of the afterlife in the void!" she cackled. "I'd like to see you try, filthy plebeian!"
Alice sneered, the indigo light from her eyes growing brighter. Her vice-grip around her golden mask only loosening slightly as she glanced back at the pitiful form of the writhing arachnid. "I am surrounded by dirty, lowly, daft peasants who're so caught up in their grandeur views and dreams that they choke upon their own strength,"
she spat, narrowing her golden eyes. "What a terrible fate this is, not fit for a queen at all!"
"Hold on Glinyua, I'll take care of this!" the Yamask was too caught up in speaking that she hadn't noticed the fire-starter charging in, the Shadow Claw roughly connecting with her bare cheek as she was flung away. She nearly screamed, her ghostly flesh sliding across the rough, blood-bathed earth as she skidded to a halt. Her tangible skin stung, body convulsing and curling into a fetal position as the pain pumped through her tiny form. "You...you!"
she wheezed, gasping for air. "You crook! Evildoer! Malefactor! Criminal scum!"
she shouted, throat growing sore from the volume of her voice. "How dare you attack the queen? How dare you interrupt her as she teaches that foul jester a lesson!"
a deep scowl formed on her complexion, brows furrowed as she tried to regain her bearings. She coughed, shuddering as she wiped the debris off her body with a weak hand.
The spider could only helplessly writhe on the ground, words sputtering from her throat as she tried to calm her pounding heart down to a more normal, calmed rhythm. She could still feel the burns upon her once-pristine exoskeleton, slowly wearing away at her armor. "Glinyua, hang in there, I found some Oran and Rawst berries in one of the houses I was searching. I'll deal with that Yamask until you get healed up." she cracked a single eye open to look upwards and at the scaled face of her savior, Matthias. "...Thank you, dragon."
she only gave a brief nod, grunting as the Charizard helped her back onto her feet with broad, calloused hands. She was shaky on her legs, knees threatening to buckle under her weight at any moment as she struggled to keep standing. She gripped onto the fire-type's arm tightly for support, limping towards the house that he supposedly had discovered, only sparing a quick glance behind her and at the pitiful ghost, who had now taken her place squirming on the earth.
They were only halfway to the house when she suddenly felt the warm scales vanish from her touch, eyes widening in surprise as she perked up, looking for the Charizard. She froze, sight darting around her surroundings as she tried to spot the same bright orange scaling of the fire-type whome saved her. "Dragon?"
her hand quivered, eyes already beginning to water. "D-Dragon?"
she called louder. He had to be somewhere in her vicinity, right? Somewhere in this town? He couldn't just...disappear
into thin air without any warning. "Ma-Matthias?!"
she began to panic. First her beloved Zangoose, and now her only apparent friend
(that's still alive) in this arceus-forsaken settlement was...gone? Instinctively, her hands immediately reached up to grab the last companion she had left. Her delicate fingers met with the matted, filthy fur of the dead Typhlosion's corpse. "Boo-Boo...why are they leaving me?"
she mumbled. "I don't want to be left alone...I...don't want to be lonely..."
her voice grew quiet, body still. "A-Am I really...cursed?"
It only took a few seconds for the arachnid to break down, sobbing hysterically into the blood-stained fur of the rotting fire-type as she crumpled down to her knees. She wailed, eyes screwed shut as waterfalls stumbled down her grimy cheeks and onto the ground. She never wanted this to happen, she never wanted everyone to leave her, never wanted this...this curse
. Why did everyone have to abandon her? She had done so much, gave so much to make them stay--she cut pieces of her trust and gave them out to these Pokemon in hopes that they wouldn't leave. But one by one, they had all walked away. Some of them had voluntarily left, while many others had bit the dust. Even she was the direct cause of some of the disappearances, the horrid guilt plaguing at her insides. "I'm sorry...please don't leave me anymore, I promise I'll be a good girl...I'll behave, I'll be good-mannered! Just...just stay."
she choked."Oh, fuck them all."
In a snap of one's fingers her despairing expression had contorted into one of raw, vicious anger. A deep scowl on her lips as her emitted something, almost a snarl of rage. "They're pathetic! Worthless! Little shit things that aren't even worth your fucking time!"
she spat, springing back onto her feet. "You're better off with those pitiful fleshbags burdening you! Who gives a shit anymore, this is the world of freedom!"
she laughed, spinning with the corpse. "We'll just dance and dance and dance and be merry! Swing until we're gone!"
Glinyua giggled, a cheery, unsettling grin nestled on her features. She disregarded the still-growing pain inside of her, barely wincing. "We'll kick the bucket someday! Until then, laugh and cheer and disembowel all those here! We'll make a great big bang!"
[OOC: Man it's been a while since I've actually posted something that wasn't a repost. xD Feel free to stumble on either Alice or Glinyua. VuV They'll both need to be healed some way or another in the next few rounds.]