Don't you find it the slightest bit odd that a Pokemon can be weak to its own prey, isn't that kind of ironic?

Word Count: 100 words.


Natural Selection


"Hah... Hah..."

Utterly restless, Scatterbug waddles aimlessly through the wood, anxiety rising. With each step the grove becomes less familiar, less like his home.

"I only wandered off for a bit.. Where'd they go?"

Running low on stamina, he pauses to take a breather. As if on cue, he chances upon an enticing leaf up ahead, drizzled with an aromatic nectar.

"Hah... Could use a snack.."

Trotting over, Scatterbug boards the leaf and begins sipping the fluid. Only then is his fate realized.

"W-Wha?!"

Carnivine snaps his jaws shut without remorse, crushing him before sauntering back into the woodland's depths.