"Please! Let me go!" A built looking typhlosion turned around.
"Sorry pig boy. Boss says we gots ta fry ya."
"Please! I have three kids!" the grumpig choked out.
"Come on, let him go..."
"No!" The typhlosion quickly turned to face his sylveon companion.
"Crest, the boss was clear. We kill this guy, we get paid. We don't, then we starve."
"But he has family Derrick!" the sylveon pleaded.
"Sorry Crest, but I have a family too."
With that, the typhlosion slit the grumpig's throat. Crest watched with absolute horror. He looked on as the grumpig's life began to dwindle, and eventually disappeared. Derrick's face split into a huge grin as he watched the crimson river flow down the grumpig's slowly paling neck.
"Come Crest. It's dinner time."
"Coming..." Crest's voice was laced with guilt and sadness as well as fear.
"Don't be a baby Crest."
"Derrick, how could you do that?!"
"Look Crest," Derrick sat on a rock and waved Crest over to join him.
"We have to do this to survive. I have a family- 3 daughters and a beautiful wife. Plus you have a sister to take care of."
"But Derrick, do we really need to kill?"
Crest was pulled up to eye level by Derrick.
"If the boss demands it, then yes. We are criminals, understand? We don't get to choose. Our families must be fed and we can't feed them unless we get money from the boss."
Crest was pushed back by Derrick.
"So toughen up!"
Crest's ears fell to his head. "Come on, let's go."