Hello, everyone! I'm with now a bigger chapter! I'm sorry 'bout being offline for quite a long time, it's complicated. But it doesn't matter! Anyways, here's the chapter for you. Mr. Blue! Disclaimer, if you please.

Alright, Doc' right 'ere, doesn't own Pokémon. If he did, he'd be a rich asshole who wouldn't even care 'bout you.

That's not true!

"Look, I want your help, Emolga." Snivy said to the Electric-type, whose confused to say at least.

"Say what? You? Want my help? Who the hell would want-" Snivy cuts her off with a heavy sigh.

"I will go straight to the point. I just want to borrow you a while to help me find Oshawott's "little demon stepsister"." Emolga gave a little chuckle and grinned right after. "Isn't that a little harsh to say, Brits?" Snivy actually laughed at that, surprising Emolga a little. She is usually very sensitive with things related to her accent or to the region from where she came. "Heh. I guess so."

They just stood there, awkwardly.

"So… What's your plan?" Snivy smirked. "Don't worry, lad. I've got the perfect idea." Emolga sighs and mutters a curse word. "You have no idea what to do first, do you?" And Snivy shamefully shook her head.

The electric squirrel sighed at the snake, who just awkwardly coughed up a little before motioning for her to come follow. Emolga shook her head, and then, smiled at the snake. Emolga admired her, quite a lot, to be exact. She always wanted to be like Snivy, a great, heroic, and strong Pokémon. Nevertheless, she knew that she could never be like her. That grew a bit of jealousness inside her, but she could never actually hate Snivy, she just could not bring herself to do it. She snapped out of her daydream when Snivy called Emolga's name a few times. Emolga looked up to see Snivy a bit far, calling for her.

"C'mon, Emolga! We don't have all day to do this, lad!"

"Ok, ok, calm down. I'll catch up with you." Emolga ran up a bit to catch up with Snivy, who punched her friend's arm playfully. "You're going slower than usual, you bloody wanker. Is there something on that mind of yours?" Emolga blushed from nervousness, stuttering a little. "N-nothing important, S-Snivy…! N-nothing at all…" Snivy gave her that "I know you're hiding something" look, but kept silent anyway. Then, she shrugged. "Alrighty then, if y'say so, won't push it outta you, mate. We gotta keep going." Emolga nodded. She looked at Snivy, and blushed slightly. Could that admiration be…? Something… Else?

It's nothing.

…It IS nothing…?

Nothing at all.

…Or is it…?

No, no, I don't think so.

…But it could be, right…?

No, it can't. Stop it.

…But…-

No! It's nothing, it's nothing! I AM NOT IN LOVE WITH MY FRIEND! STOP THINKING ABOUT IT, EMOLGA!

…Just stop… That's enough…

Emolga battled against her thoughts intensely. She was sweating too, but luckily, Snivy did not notice, being too focused on the path. Also did not hear her friend's shaky breath.

She shook her thoughts away, and tried to focus on the path, but only to her failure, because Snivy was slightly swaying her hips. Her leafy tail smoothly moving, synchronized with her movement. Emolga stared at her in awe. That snake was just beautiful, she couldn't deny it. However, she was also her friend, and the squirrel didn't want to end their friendship just because she liked Snivy more than she should. This is fucked up. She wondered if she could to try to confess to the , in the other hand, she would be risking their friendship, and that is something she did NOT desire.

Once they reached the village, the pair of friends, Snivy and Emolga, went through it, holding a picture of Servine, wearing a cute pink ribbon on the head, while smiling a gentle smile. As they tried, nobody seemed to have seen her. But Bellweather, the Mareep, from the park, seemed suspicious. Went they asked about the younger Grass-type, she almost instantly started to stutter and sweat, she said she haven't seen her in a long time, sometimes stumbling in her own words. Emolga didn't buy it. Somehow, it managed to outsmart Snivy, as she just smiled and thanked the electric sheep, and they went to Oshawott's home. They arrived and the snake went to the front door, and knocked it gently, but up to no response. "Welp. You have to try again, buddy. It ain't going to magically open itself." Emolga said, half mockingly, half amused. The green snake glared at her before tried once again knocking – and adding the bell too - Still no response.

Both of them were slightly annoyed for the lack of response, but Emolga suggested trying to shout out for him, maybe he would finally hear them, and open the door.

"Aye, Oshawott! It's me, Snivy! Come on down 'ere, love!" She shout as loud as she could manage. Fortunately, for the girls, they heard a couple of locks being turned, and the otter opening the door with a sleepy expression.

"Wha? Snivy? What are doing here so early?" Oshawott yawned softly, and scratched his eyes, which Snivy found out to be very cute. Then, he continued.

"It's literally five in the morning." The Grass-type just shrugged. "Dunno. In my excitement of being with Emolga, I just didn't think of the time."

"Okay, just avoid doing that, Snive. It really bothers me." She nodded, agreeing. Nobody likes to be woken up that early. Nevertheless, she smiled, and remembered something. "Oh, almost forgot!" She exclaimed, went to the sleepy otter, and gave him a peck on the lips. "Good morning." He blushed and smirked, then, motioned for them to come inside.

"So? Any luck finding her?" The girls sadly shook their heads. "Oh, dammit. We need to find her as soon as possible. She could be in a real dangerous situation right now…" Oshawott said, suddenly turning the atmosphere serious. Funny how everything turned serious, in just a couple of moments. Emolga's eye twitched a little, and she went to her thoughts.

Hi.

…What do you want, Emolga…?

I just want to talk.

…About what?

I… I just… I want to apologize.

…For what?

For being a bitch with you. For screaming at you earlier. You just thought I was in love with her… But I'm not. I'm not in love with her. I just, admire her. That's all. I shouldn't've yelled at you… I'm sorry…

…It's okay… I jumped to the wrong conclusion… And… I am the one who should be apologizing…

No, it shouldn't. I am the one who yelled at you; I'm the one apologizing.

…Okay…

Take care.

…I… I will… Stay safe, Emolga…

Don't worry, I won't get killed just yet.

…..I really hope so…..

"Emolga?"

"Huh...?" She blinked. Then, saw the Grass-type gently waving her arm in front of the squirrel, in hope to get her attention. The said squirrel softly shook her head, and glanced at Snivy. The Grass-type gave the electric squirrel a questioning look before she spoke up.

"Are you ok?"

The question made her head work harder and harder as time passed. Was she really ok? She couldn't put her problems in front of the others'. But just one question made her go almost insane. More than she already is.

"Y-yeah… I'm alright."

Nice try.

"Are you sure? You don't look very well. Do you want to sit?" Emolga held the sides from her head and slowly shook her head. "Oh… Ok… Then… Do you want a glass of water?" She nodded. The Grass-type immediately went to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water for the, apparently disturbed squirrel.

W-who…? Who said t-that?!

Oh… It's was me. Sorry for the inconvenience. But, I just couldn't ignore the fact that you let THAT happen earlier.

W-what do you mean…?

You KNOW what I mean.

No. I don't.

Well, then, let me enlighten you.

…

Remember Bellweather?

What about her?

Stop playing dumb. You know she's hiding something, to stop you from finding the kid.

Her name is Servine.

I don't care what her name is. I only care about destroying Bellweather.

Why? Because she lied to us?

Yes.

Seems like a childish reason.

No. It doesn't. She's trying to stop us from achieving our goal. And must be eliminated. Anyone who tries to stop us will meet their own demise, to be erased from existence.

Wait – you're actually suggesting that we kill her?!

Maybe.

You're completely nuts!

No, buddy. You're completely nuts. YOU are the one who is speaking to the voice in your head, after all. Heheheh.

"Emolga?"

The squirrel blinked. She glanced at the speaker, Snivy, which were holding a glass of water.

"I got your water, Emol." Said Snivy, while handing over the glass to the said squirrel. Who was currently on her own thoughts.

Shit. I gotta stop doing that.

"S-sorry. Got l-lost o-on my t-thoughts for a sec…" Said Emolga, while faking a smile. Snivy nodded.

"Ok, then. Here's your water." Snivy handed the glass to the electric squirrel; she gulped it down almost too fast, and coughed a little.

"Thank you."

After discussing for a while about trying to find other ways to find Servine, Oshawott told the two females to go to Tepig's house, to ask him for his help. On the way, they fought with some assholes who tried to steal from them, and got their ass kicked from those two Pokémons. They wandered through town, looking for the Tepig's house, or lab, whatever it is.

They have finally arrived. The disturbed squirrel glanced at Tepig's house, analyzing it. It has two floors, the outside windows were had a metal plate over it, the ceiling was straight, not triangular; the front door was big and metallic, and had no doorknob.

Huh. It looks like a Laboratory to me. Well hell.

They shouted for him, he turned on a camera, saw those two, and opened the door for them. They entered the room and saw all those weird machines making many strange noises, with Snivy thought it was cool, and Emolga, terrifying. When they finally saw him, now he looked like a real scientist. He wore a lab coat and white goggles, his paws, were with black gloves.

There were many strange liquids with awkward colors. They went from bright yellow and pink, all the way to galaxy blue and pitch black.

He glared at them and firmly told them NOT to touch anything. Snivy rolled her eyes at the rude scientist pig, and Emolga quickly nodded. He narrowed his eyes, and went back to his work, ignoring them while Snivy glanced around, looking for cool machines, and the disturbed squirrel stared at the rude pig.

She thought he looked really cute in that coat, and his little paws on the gloves were just making her have a cuteness heart attack. He noticed her staring and stared back, wondering why the hell was the squirrel staring at him. She, then, finally noticed him looking back at her, and took her eyes off him, now trying to avoid eye contact.

"Do you need anything?"

The squirrel was taken aback from the question, but quickly recovered from the shock of him actually talking to her, and shook her head. "So… Why are you still here? Go fetch after Snivy or something. As you can see, I'm a little busy here." Tepig said, as sarcastically as he managed to. She blushed a bright pink color, which were clearly visible on the white fur of her face, quickly nodded, removed herself from the room and went after Snivy.

"S-snivy! Where are you?" Emolga shouted, looking for Snivy, since she is probably messing with his machines. However, the squirrel did not notice the slightly taller two-legged snake standing right beside her.

"Right 'ere, why?" This caused the squirrel to jump in surprise, squealing loudly, and making the snake's ears hurt.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry…"

"Nah, it's alright. Why were you lookin' for me, anyways?" Emolga looked at the snake, and sighed. "It's Tepig, he told me to look for you." Snivy narrowed her eyes at the oblivious squirrel. "He said that just to get you outta his room, lad." Snivy grinned. "I know you like him." Emolga's eyes widened so much it could pop out of her head at any moment. "Wha- How'd you-"

"It's not that it is obvious, but I kinda notice how ya look at 'im, ya know." She grinned, and continued. "How you behave next to him; almost never saying a word and doing everything he says – just like a trained puppy!" Emolga gave the snake an annoyed frown, but kept silent as she carried on her speech. "If you two had a relationship, you'd probably be the submissive one, Emol." Emolga blushed even further, her thoughts went all the way up to something… very sexual… Like, being dominated by the rude, but strong pig, having a spiked leash on her neck, and him pulling it's string against her throat, and-

You fucking kinky freak. You're supposed to be helping them, not having dirty wet daydreams about that asshole.

I-It's not like t-t-that…!

Freak.

"Haha. I'm just kidding," Snivy smiled brightly. "C'mon, let's go back. I know we didn't even ask him, but he probably wouldn't want to help us anyway. Let's go, lad." The disturbed squirrel sighed and followed the grass snake's lead.

Always the trained puppy, aren'tcha?

Fuck you.

Heheh.

Kinky Squirrel Freak.

I once again apologize for taking too long on this. I'm sorry!

But, I also hope you enjoyed! The next will... Well, be out in a while, so, yeah.

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