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If you are not comfortable with dark subjects such as death; I suggest you avoid this fan fic.
If you read on anyway and dislike it, then flame me and leave.
"Death from drowning is neither agonizing or humane,"
Vulpix is a typical feral pokemon. She lives in a small forest, in which she wanders around aimlessly. Like the rest of her kind she has bright, white, pupiless eyes and has not a single shred of placidity ingrained into her primitive mind. However there is one thing that she has that makes her different from the rest of her kind.
She has a friend.
A sane friend.
A powerful friend.
Unlike his companion, Sweetheart is a very unique specimen. Despite being born sane and sentient the feraligatr's disposition towards others in no less aggressive than Vulpix's. While he lacked the unnerving blank white eyes the fire pokemon possessed, he compensated with his massive size and hulking strength.
Needless to say they were a very terrifying pair.
Which is precisely why Sven was finding it increasing difficult to keep his loose bowels in check.
"You got thrity seconds," Sweetheart coldly informed the shivering zangoose.
"P-Please…I-I h-have f-f-family an f-friends," Sven whimpered pathetically.
"And I don't care," The big jaw pokemon yawned. "And neither does Vulpix," The six tailed pokemon snarls as he says this; as if she were reinforcing this statement.
"Ca-Cant you f-find some-something else t-to e-eat?" Sven pleaded desperately.
"I could. But it would be to much of a hassle." Sweetheart replied boredly. "You got ten seconds,"
Hearing this the normal typed pokemon started weeping.
"Nine,"
"Eight,"
"Seven,"
Sven unsheathes his claws in preparation for the incoming attack, as the count down continues.
"Six,"
"Five,"
Sven's muscles tense, as he prepares to make his last stand against his will be killer.
"Four,"
"Three,"
Snap.
Sweethearts giant hands suddenly grab his quivering prey by the neck, and with a loud snap; breaks it.
"Never liked waiting," The water type muttered to himself. "You can eat now my dear,"The feraligatr said gently to Vulpix as she trotted towards the now dead zangoose.
For a few minutes nothing but the sounds of chewing could be heard. The feraligatr was to engrossed in watching his partner eat while Vulpix was to busy eating.
Before long the canine pokemon ate its fill and promptly curled up to sleep.
"Aren't you the cutest thing!" Sweetheart chuckled. "To bad you weren't," He said to Sven's carcass, before he bit out a giant chunk of flesh from him.
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