Mal
Blood!!! Gore!!! Pain!!! YAY!
Blood!!! Gore!!! Pain!!! YAY!
“You would rather do this than help your friend?”
“Yeah.”
The memory wouldn’t shake from Mal as he followed Matt back into The Pit, not sure how to feel at the moment. Why should he go running off towards Miles? what help would he be anyway, he was just the asshole ‘abusing’ his pokemon anyway. Miles had his way of looking at the world, and Mal had his way. They didn’t need to agree on them, and Mal sure as hell didn’t need to make Miles feel good because he disagreed. He wasn’t doing anything wrong, and Miles didn’t have the right to make him feel that way. Right?
Matt got led him through a cramped hallway, at the end of it a steel door blocked the way, locked tight with about a hundred chains.
“Mind taking taking your Weasel out? Vader’s tough, but not this tough.”
Mal wasn’t really listening, the echo of earlier still bouncing around his head, but let Marty out of his Pokeball, not even sure why. The combination of fire and claw broke the chains, instantly causing the door to swing open, a rapid Pokemon charging at them. Whatever it was it was put down pretty quickly, vader delivering a Poison Jab before Mal could even register what was happening.
“What did I tell you, this place is fucking wild,” Matt said as he pushed forward, Mal following with far less excitement. “Oh come on man, I thought you were fun, did that pussy upstairs actually get to you?”
Mal looked up, words finally reaching past his echoing head. “First off, don’t call my friend a pussy. Second….” Mal stopped, unsure what he wanted to say. Did he want to defend Miles? What reason did he really have to, Miles couldn’t get past his own skewed view to even support Mal, all he did was yell since they got there. The doubt was gone, Mal knew what he wanted, and he wouldn’t let Miles, or anyone, stop him from getting there.
“Second, no it didn’t get to me, I’m just thinking about something.”
“And what would that be?”
Mal thought quick. “Back in the pit, I remember seeing a Dewott watching the match through one of the sewer grates.”
“What about it?”
“I’m wondering where it would be, where those pipes lead,” Mal said, not totally lying. “I wanna find him, see what was up with him.”
“Alright,” Matt scratched the patch of fuzz on his chin. “You want me to help you find the most disgusting part of this place, all for a single Pokemon?” Mal nodded. “There are worse ways to kill an hour.” Matt pulled a Pokeball out of his pocket, releasing a tiny little bug onto the floor.
Nincada, the Trainee Pokemon
Nincada live in underground for most of their lives, surviving solely on the nutrients of tree roots. Due to living in complete darkness they have almost no eye-sight, relying on their antennae to sense their surroundings. Their sharp claws can tunnel through nearly anything, including metal.
“How convenient,” Mal said, almost laughing. “Well then, um-”
“Lars.”
“Alright, Lars, let’s find ourselves a Dewott.”
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