I am not dead. As I promised, I'm back. I'm so sorry for long, long, LONG time that I took. I'm really sorry. But, hey. I told you this wasn't dead. So, yeah, sorry.
So, uh... This chapter, is... Dark. I mean, there's is strong language, implied violence, dark feelings etc. So I strongly suggest for you to think before reading this. Well, it's up to you if you want to read or not.
I do NOT own pokémon. Not even by far.
As they made their way back, Snivy glanced down at the electric squirrel in concern.
Something seems off about her, she's… not usually like this. She's not that quiet. She's acting weird since they began making their way back. The grass snake considered talking to her about her behavior, but not now. Even though she thought it was weird being completely silent while standing right next to her best friend, she had to admit that it was quite calm and peaceful to be walking back to their home quietly. Yeah, they live together.
Snivy never mentioned this to anyone, mostly because nobody actually asked Emolga where she lived. They made their way back through a shortcut in the woods; it wasn't like the other ones they got. This one was quite uneventful. Eventually they got back home, Emolga went straight to the couch, burying her face onto it, while her reptile friend went to her phone, and called her not-yet-official-boyfriend.
"Hello?" Said Oshawott in the other end. The grass snake sighed. "Tepig didn't help us." Oshawott fell silent for a couple of seconds before asking, "Why?" "Well-" Oshawott cut her off. "Stop. No need to tell me, that fat fuck wouldn't try to help us anyway. What a waste of time." "Don't think that way, Lawrence..." Snivy said as serious as she could manage; she could sense his frustration. The otter once again went silent. "Don't ever call me Lawrence." "But-" She was interrupted by a heavy sigh. "Please, don't call me Lawrence." She glared blankly at the wall. "What's wrong…?" "Everything. I miss her. I-I miss h-her, I m-miss her s-so much it a-almost hurts… I miss her, I miss her, I miss her I miss her I miss her… P-Please Arceus, don't t-take h-her away f-f-from me… Please… P-Please… " Snivy said nothing. She just kept hearing his speech. She didn't dare to interrupt him. "Even though I-I-I w-was acting l-like I didn't c-care for her, I, I… I… I DID care. I cared; always saw her as a little sister to me. M-my l-l-little baby s-sister… That I always would protect… A-a-always would…" She could tell he was in verge of tears. She heard his saddened speech with his broken voice, she knew he was broken inside.
In addition, it was all her fault. She did this to him. She did this to his sister. And she's fucking sorry. She shouted in his sister's face. She made her run away. It was her fault. Her goddamned fault. His sister was missing because of her. She fucked up real bad.
"H-Hey, love, don't worry. We- We'll find 'er, ok? No need to worry." Snivy as confident as she could, then she heard his voice again. "…Promise?..." His voice was so small and soft that she would run to his home, embrace him as tightly as she could manage and tell him that everything would be okay, that they would find his sister, and they would finally be a family together. "I promise. I promise with all my heart, love." Snivy said, as she felt like she was starting to tear up. She wiped her slightly red puffy eyes. "I love you, Sam. I love you so much…" She felt a tear rolling down her soft cheek. "I-I love y-you t-t-too, don't y-you ever forget it, L-Lawrence. I'll always love you." Before she realized, she was softly whimpering. Her former green face was almost completely red; her ruby eyes were red and puffy. She felt completely cold without his touch, his embraces, and, his love.
But this was definitely not the time for this. They had to concentrate. They had to find Servine, she's certainly in danger, and they had to find her before something horrible happens. "Take care, sweetheart." Snivy smiled. She had never received a pet name before, especially by him. It was quite adorable, but it wasn't the focus right now. "Y-you too, Oshawott. Bye. Love you." She hung up; she stared blankly at the ground, then shook her head and glanced at Emolga. She seemed troubled by something, but clearly wasn't paying attention to her conversation. She sighed and sat down on the couch next to squirrel. She didn't say anything, just held her troubled squirrel by the shoulder with one hand, laid her down on her chest and kissed her head, embracing her softly. The squirrel raised her head to look at Snivy, and gave her a small, cute smile before laying her head again on the snake's chest. In addition, they both went into deep sleep, while embracing each other tightly.
Oshawott stared at himself on the mirror, he could see some cuts and bruises on his face, but his white fur covered them, making them almost unnoticeable. He also noticed some slightly grayish fur on the part around his mouth, chin and onto the sides of his cheek, it felt almost like he had human beard, but it obviously wasn't. It just felt like he had. He sighed, going back to his room and laying down on his bed. Staring down at the ceiling. Just staring. Then closed his eyes.
"Uncle Oshawott!"
His eyes shot back open, he quickly raised himself up, but saw nothing. Nothing but his messy old apartment. He glanced around, and noticed that he haven't cleaned up his apartment in a long time. He sighed once again, figuring that he wasn't going to get any sleep now, his mind seemed too worked up for it. He got up, went to his kitchen, had some berries for a messed up breakfast, he didn't want to make anything to eat, so he just ate them. He finished, went to his bedroom and dressed up, which was just his dark green duffel bag wrapped around his shoulder and chest, a white beanie, a white-striped green scarf and a pair of gloves, since it was pretty cold this time of the year. He might be cold-blooded, but he wasn't completely immune to cold temperature. He went out of the building, looked his surroundings, and spotted a couple sitting together in a bench, laughing and kissing.
He just wanted to see his girlfriend. Well, his yet-to-be girlfriend, since it wasn't official yet. Regardless, he begun making his way to her home. He took a small, yellow package with a red and green tie on top of it. He was going to ask her to, officially, be his girlfriend. Maybe it would ease his mind a bit.
After a bit of walking and cursing this fucking cold, he saw her home. He went to the door and gently knocked on it, but nobody answered, so he decided to peek through the window, and saw her sleeping on the couch with Emolga laying on her chest, sitting on her lap. He almost got the wrong idea. Almost. However, he remembered that even though the squirrel is Bisexual, she got over her crush on Snivy. They were now just good friends. Just friends. Then he saw Snivy stir a bit, he quickly moved away from the window, went back to the door and knocked once again. He heard a grunt, a bit of shifting and then the door opened revealing a very sleepy Snivy, which quickly lit up after realizing who was standing in front of her.
"Lawrence!" She threw herself into his arms, letting her warmth spread to him. He hugged her tightly, before pushing her back to have a look at her. "Hey, Sam. How are you?" She grinned widely at him. "I'm feeling even better, now that you're here, love." He gave her a sly smirk before leaning forward to kiss her lips, but before he could reach her, they heard a loud, fake cough. Emolga, awoken from her sleep, had an unamused expression. Then, a grin. "Heh. Don't mind me; I'm just here to watch." Snivy gave her an amused smile with her lips. "You're not watching anything, laddie." Emolga shrugged, slowly making her way to the kitchen. "Then, go nuts." Snivy rolled her eyes at the squirrel who silently sat on a chair in front of the kitchen's marble countertop. The otter quietly took the snake by the hand and let her upstairs.
Emolga watched with a sad smirk as the unovian pair of starters made their way to the bedroom. Then sighed, turned, and walked to the fridge, opening it and taking a berry juice from inside it.
She saw some bottles of beer, and glared at them; she had a bad experience because of them. She remembered when she had never tasted alcohol before, and she, Snivy, Oshawott and Eevee went to a bar to celebrate Eevee's birthday and almost everyone, except Oshawott, got drunk.
After they finished, they were walking back to Snivy's house.
However, in their way back, they were confronted by two fire Pokémon who were a bunch of perverts; trying to get advantage against the drunk girls. Luckily, the boys noticed this and tried to protect the girls and the two assholes who harassing the group violently attacked them. Oshawott wasn't drunk, so managed to win against them, but Emolga had been an easy target, for her being one who was the drunkest of the group. She got so much direct hits from flame attacks, she wondered why she wasn't burnt alive, since she got almost engulfed by their flames several times. But one in particular, did a lot of damage on her, burning most of the fur on the left side of her face, and partially burning her skin.
That's how she got the burn scar on her face.
Since that day, she would drink as little as she could to avoid being drunk again. She hated her appearance; she had now to live looking at her half-burnt face in the mirror every fucking day.
"He'll never love you." She silently nods, she is now used to this voice constantly harassing her. "That's alright with me. As long as he doesn't hate me, I'm fine with it.""You're just a worthless, emotionally and physically weak Emolga, that's why your trainer left you alone; she was disgusted by just looking at you. She never liked you; she only did those good things because she pitied you. She would rather die again than to see your nasty, disgusting face. " Her eyes widened, as she felt something snap from inside her. She felt her blood boiling with anger. She knew those were lies, but all she wanted to do was to break something, everything.
"Listen here! I went with her because she gave me everything I needed; shelter, food and a fucking family! I love her! I'll always love her! ALWAYS! So go fuck yourself, you fucking scumbag, piece of shit! Leave me alone! What do you want from me? HUH? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?! YOU WANTED TO SEE ME SUFFERING? WELL, NICE JOB, BUDDY! NICE FUCKING JOB! YOU GOT WHAT YOU WANTED!" Emolga was whimpering and sobbing. Tears, tears, and more tears streaming down her face, the crushing atmosphere was filling her with emptiness.
Like a void, only darkness surrounded her, engulfing her in total sorrowfulness. The electric squirrel felt extremely miserable, and lonely. She felt choked. Like she was unable to breathe. She missed her dear trainer so much; it hurt her so much having to sleeping on a bed without the warmth of her trainer's arms around her; waking up without her trainer by her side, saying good morning to her. Feeding her Pechas, her favorite berries, patting her head whenever she was around, comforting her after every lost battle, and congratulating her after each battle won.
Now she had nothing.
She snapped out of her thoughts, and noticed that she was in front of the bathroom mirror and saw the sobbing mess that she was. She laid a paw on the burnt side of her face. She sobbed even more. She turned her paw into a fist and raised it to punch the mirror, but then gave up, her hand would probably be bloody from the shards of glass and give her away to Snivy. So she lowered it, and set it onto the sink, then raised it again to roughly wipe her eyes, took a towel and rubbed her face in it.
The sensation of having no one to talk to was unbearable to the squirrel. She felt overwhelmed with a mixture of emotions she could not handle herself.
Guilt, depression, loneliness, sorrow, dejection, regret, grief.
She felt them all at the same time. And she could not handle them. She could not handle them, at all.
She shook her head, and yet, caught a glimpse of the burnt side of face in the mirror once again. She spat at her reflection, and then went out of the bathroom. She was desperate for comfort. She needed someone, anyone.
The squirrel then went to the living room, glancing around for some paper, and finally spotting some paper on top of the nightstand right next to the TV. Wait, what? What was a nightstand doing next to the TV?
She once again shook her head, walked towards the table, and sat down to write a message to her snake friend.
Hey, Samantha.
I've been thinking lately. And, I… I think I'll be leaving.
I've been having my own problems with my mental state, and pretty sure that you know that too. It's been hard for you after Servine's disappearance, I know. Don't think I'm taking the coward's way out. Because I am not. I'll help you while I still can handle my emotions.
You are not the only one who's having problems.
I'll stay away for a while. Make sure you have a good life. After we find her, I'm not sure I'll be seeing you again.
If Tepig doesn't love me back, maybe someone will, someone has to love me for who I am, and not how I look. It's probably for the best. Or the worst. I'll keep looking for Servine. She's a good kid.
But, I can't let my feelings get in the way. In YOUR way. We've been friends for a long time. So I'll leave until I can "sort things out". Wish me luck.
Do not go after me.
With love,
- Eveline -
As the squirrel finished her message she left it on the countertop where she was before Snivy went upstairs her with Oshawott. She started to make her way to door, but then, she got a glimpse of a whiskey bottle, on the kitchen top left counter. "Fuck it. I'm going to die on the way there before I reach his house anyway." She glared at it for a solid five seconds before taking it, opening it and gulping it down like if it world was about to end.
She finished, wiping her mouth with the back of her paw. She wobbly made her way to the front door, then, gripping the doorknob tightly; she turned it, and almost immediately fell down on the snowy ground.
It wasn't cold. It was goddamn freezing, and she had no protection against the harsh cold of the winter.
She fell face first in the snow, and it almost froze her face,if it has not done it yet.
She raised herself from the snowy ground, turned and closed the door behind her. Then, she turned again, now towards the little village - actually, it rather looked like a little town, not a village. She thought. – She shakily breathed out, and walked toward the village. Hoping she wouldn't die from hypothermia.
"Dumbest idea I've ever had…"
Back at the house, the pair of starters were on the bedroom together, sitting on the bed, holding each other. Snivy was snuggling close to Oshawott, placing her head on the side of his shoulder and her long, green tail around him, pulling him to closer to her. Then raising her head to kiss him softly on the cheek.
He stared at her, locking his galaxy blue eyes with her crimson red ones. He cupped her face in his paws, pulling her closer to him, and kissed her on the lips.
Both were moving their lips against one another in a sweet rhythm, making her face and body feel entirely hot. She whimpered, yes, whimpered in his mouth, bringing her arms to his shoulders, hands around his neck, pulling him even closer to her to try to deepen the kiss.
He removed his hands from her warm cheeks, held on her sides, and placed her softly on the middle of the bed, without breaking contact with her mouth.
Now on top of her, the aquatic otter brought one paw to her waist, and the other to her neck. She took her hands from his neck to place one onto his cheek and the other on his shoulder.
They finally pulled apart from lack of oxygen in their lungs, their tongues connected by a silver string of saliva, both panting softly from the make out. The snake smiled at her partner, who gave her a kiss on the forehead.
"I love you." She grinned smugly at the otter.
"I know." He rolled his eyes before smiling warmly to her. "Do you want to do something today? Like, go to Poképark, or maybe go to the attraction park on Nimbasa with me?" Noticed her smile widening considerably, and took that as a confirmation on her reply. He knows that she always dreamed of traveling to Nimbasa.
"I'd love to go with ya. Can we go now?" She asked the otter, shocking him slightly at the last part of her sentence. "Wait. Now?" She nodded quickly, beaming at him with a childish grin plastered on her face. "But is that ok with you, love?" "Yeah, I just didn't expect that you'd want to go now. But if that's what you want, then that's ok to me."
The snake could not be happier. She's finally going to Nimbasa!
She had never gone to Nimbasa, mostly because she's always short on money, or because she's was busy.
Or just 'cause she was lazy.
But, now she's going with her… uh… her-soon-to-be-but-not-quite-yet-boyfriend? Yeah, I guess that it.
The otter raised himself off Snivy, and offered his hand to her, which she excitedly took it.
"Let's go."
"W-what…? W…Where…W-where am I?"
"You are… Well… Where all magic happens… A place full of… JOY…
However, what you will now see might not be a place where you desire to be.
If that is the case, then I will make you like it here. It is wonderful."
"W-w-what…!? W-what is… Oh... A-a-are those…? I-It's a body! T-those are dead b-bodies! Oh no…I-I don't want to be here! This is horrible! THIS IS DISGUSTING! LET ME OUT! I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE! HELP! UNCLE OSHAWOTT! OSHAWOTT! SNIVY! SOMEONE! YOU'RE INSANE! LET ME OUT!"
"Why wouldn't you want to be here?
You think it's not good enough, isn't it?
Hmpf. Tipical spoiled brat..."
"W-what…? Wh… AHHHHHHHH! AHHH! PLEASE! STOOOOOP! M-MY ARM! MY ARM! STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP! STOP IT!
Say it, you WORTHLESS, DISGUSTING little brat.
"Please. PLEASE. STOP. PLEASE! PLEASE STOP! I BEG YOU! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M FUCKING SORRY!
"Good. Good girl.
Now, stay here. Don't go anywhere.
I am going to bring our toys."
"Even if I wanted to, I can't go anywhere. You ti-"
SLAP!
Shut your mouth.
"…F-fuck… You… You F-fucking… Psychopath bitch!"
"Such strong words for a little Pokémon like you… don't you think?
How about I teach you some manners?"
Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip! Whip!
"So, were those Vine Whips good enough to you? You little disgusting girl."
"…"
"WASN'T IT?"
Whip!
"Answer me."
"…"
Whip!
"ANSWER. ME."
"…"
WHIP! WHIP! WHIP!
"ANSWER ME!"
"…"
WHIP! WHIP! WHIP!
"…I hope you burn in the Distortion World…"
After I am done with you, I am going to remind myself of burning you alive, you rotten child.
"I really hope she's ok." Spoke the now worried Snivy. She read the message that Emolga left, and was not happy about her decision, but it wasn't her choice, so respected it, at least.
"Hey, don't worry. She's probably ok, even though I highly doubt it. She's a real troublemaker." Snivy glares at Oshawott, making him realize that he said something stupid. Very smooth, dumbass.
"I mean, haven't you looked at her? She's a fucking time bomb. She could snap at any moment. She's unstable, and you know that, Samantha. " Snivy took a stand, walked towards the otter, and slapped him across the cheek as hard as she could.
"Don't you dare talk about her like that! She is having a hard time, she's a living being just like you! She has thoughts and emotions like you fucking do! Youare being such an bloody asshole right now, do you even realize that?!" She shouts angrily at the otter. Who looks shocked and then enraged.
"Well, Samantha. I've just said what I think about this! I am aware that she's a living being. I am also aware that she's a dangerous living being! You're the only one who didn't accept that! You are so blinded by this fucking colorful friendship of yours that you can't even see a SINGLE FUCKING PROBLEM even if it stood right in front you!" Her eyes watered up, not believing what her beloved otter just said to her face. It twisted from horror to disgust.
She raised her hand to hit him once again. He saw her raised hand and glared fiercely at her, as if he was daring her to do it. Instead, she lowered her hand and coldly replied.
"Stay the away from me, forever."
Weren't expecting that? Me neither.
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