Tepig: You're going to mess with time periods aren't you?
Me: It wouldn't look natural any other way.
Shuckle: Not much else to say . . .
Me: Nope. I don't own Pokémon.
Shuckle: El capitulo dos.
Tepig: Chapter two.
It had been about three weeks since Flareon had met with Jay and Abby again and things were getting strange.
Ever since he'd rejoined them he'd been thinking about Abby a lot. For a while he could brush it off on Jay's joke, (Which was still coming up) but he should be used to it by now.
He couldn't deny that he liked her. Nothing huge had happened in his time at the camp, other than some leveling. His feelings had just . . . grown.
He'd figured it out a while ago. Since it was Sunday that meant he'd found out a week ago. He just couldn't tell her.
He definitely wanted to tell her, so much that there was only one thing he wanted more. Flareon wanted her to be happy.
That was the only reason he couldn't tell her. One screw up and they'd both fall into depression. It wouldn't be so bad if there were more friends to lean on afterwards but all they had now was Jay. He was a great friend but just one wasn't going to be enough.
That's what he told himself anyways.
"But who's to say you would mess up?" A small voice in his head asked.
"Do you really expect him to be perfect?" Another voice asked the first.
"You won't screw up that badly." The original voice amended.
"But what happens if he does?" The other voice countered.
"Shut up!" Flareon screamed in his head. "How am I supposed to get anything done with multiple voices telling me what to do?"
He got up and walked around the campsite; more to get rid of those voices than anything else.
After a short walk he decided to go out of the campsite so he could release some of his thoughts.
"You can't live like this Flareon." He told himself. "I need to say something. What's the worst that could happen?"
The voices hadn't left him. A fact he discovered when one of them responded to his question. "Well . . ."
"Shut up." Flareon told the voice. "I'm trying to prepare myself."
Wait! Flareon thought. Did I just say I'm preparing? No! That will not be the smart thing.
"Chill out man. Just let your heart lead you and you'll be fine." A third voice said; it sounded a bit like a hippy this time.
Even though it had a weird voice the advice it gave was good. It didn't take Flareon long to think it over.
"Alright, I'll tell her." He decided.
"Nice choice man." The third voice said.
Flareon quickly got up and walked back to the camp. Strangely enough the voices had stopped.
….
Abby was having trouble sleeping that night, so she was currently just sitting in the sleep area.
Ever since Jay had made the joke about her and Flareon being in a relationship she'd been feeling odd. She kept thinking about Flareon.
It had never happened to her before but it wasn't a bad feeling. She felt like she should know what the feeling was though.
Her thoughts were interrupted when the very Pokémon she'd been thinking of entered the camp.
"Did I wake you?" Flareon asked with a trace of guilt in his voice.
"No, I've been awake." Abby responded.
"Okay." Flareon said. In his mind though he kept telling himself the same thing. You need to ask her.
After a short mental battle he gathered the courage to ask her. "Can I- Can I talk to you in private?"
"Sure Flareon." Abby answered. That strange feeling was here again.
She wasn't sure where he was leading her. She didn't understand why it had to be so far away either.
When they were well off from the camp Flareon stopped and turned to Abby.
"I brought you here because I-I want to ask if you . . . if you." That's all he could say before he had to steel himself.
It was enough to give Abby that push she needed though. She had finally figured out why she was thinking about him.
She was in love with him.
Before either one of them could say something though a nearby bush began shaking.
The first thing they saw was a pair of purple ears. They were quickly followed by the rest of the Pokémon.
It was a Nidoran, male, and seemed to be limping. The reason for its limping became apparent when it collapsed in front of them. Its leg had a large gash in it.
It wasn't an old wound either; blood was still pouring out.
"We need to get him some help." Flareon said quickly. "The camp would be best."
"Yeah." Abby agreed moving to help carry the Nidoran to the camp.
They didn't really have anything that would help a wound of this size but the camp was bound to be better than here.
They were nearing the camp when she heard Flareon call out to Jay. None of them were skilled healers but more help was definitely needed.
By the time they reached the camp Jay was waiting for them anxiously. They set the injured Pokémon down near the edge of the camp since there was no need to go further.
Flareon was the one to take command. "Jay, we need a leaf and some vines."
The Nidoran was starting to look at them in a strange way now. He seemed to draw his strength before asking one question. "You're Red's Pokémon?"
Abby responded with, "How did you-"before she was cut off by another Pokémon's yell.
It was a feminine one and seemed to come from where they had just been.
It screamed. "H! H where are you?"
Nidoran yelled back quickly. "Here A!" Immediately after he finished he stiffened in pain.
"You need to take it easy so we can help you." Abby said soothingly.
"Can you draw out poison?" H asked quietly.
Jay had just returned when Flareon answered with a sense of realization in his eyes. "No."
"Don't bother then." H said quietly.
Just seconds later a Venonat burst into the clearing. It seemed distressed and Abby could only fear why.
"H!" It wasn't a scream. It was softer and fearful. Like a question you didn't want answered.
Abby and the others backed off to give the two some space. There was nothing they could do.
"Are you alright A?" H asked weakly.
"H . . ."
The Nidoran closed his eyes and took a deep breath before saying. "I'll miss you."
"Please no." A said; tears beginning to form.
"I don't have a choice." H said sadly.
"I won't forget you." The Venonat said her voice cracking.
"I know you won't." H said before his voice trailed off, his breathing stopped, and his body was still.
It seemed like an hour had passed watching the Venonat mourn when another bush shook. Venonat didn't notice but the others did.
Out of the bush came a Farfetch'd it came at first with a hopeful look in its eyes. After seeing the Nidoran though they lost that glint of hope. After a minute it turned around and walked off a distance. Shortly afterward they heard a whacking sound and then the Farfetch'd returned this time standing next to the crying Venonat.
Tepig: I didn't see that one coming.
Shuckle: I demand to know what is going on!
Me: You should have seen it coming once I said Sunday.
Tepig: Yeah, but still!
Shuckle: You certainly are unique . . .
Me: I still want you to remember that Red is possessed.
Shuckle: That's right . . . the mob did this. When I find them there will be no mercy.
Tepig: Slow down Shuckle.
Shuckle: Seriously?
Tepig: Sorry. But if you read the first sentence of the story you would see he was controlled by a hive mind.
Me: It will become obvious later. Anyways what did you think about the comedy?
Tepig: Seriously? You're worried about comedy in a chapter like this?
Me: I just wanted to see if you noticed my Twitch reference.
Shuckle: Until the next chapter; read and review.
Me: Keep it intelligent. (I actually did research for names though I have no clue when DUX joined. Tell me if you know.)
Tepig: Bye!