Once again, Arron was trapped in his personal hell.

The forest clearing hadn't changed at all since he had broken free last time around; the same lifeless patch of land surrounded by a ring of pine trees. Seemingly robotic gusts of wind blew past him lazily, causing the tall grass to slowly wave back and forth. A few mossy rocks lay scattered around, wet with dew.

This time, though, he didn't try to escape. This was partly because Arron didn't think he could muster another Gran Rey Cero, the last one had drained him, but it was also because he had started to feel guilty for hurting the kid. He hadnt meant to bite his finger off, he only wanted him to leave him alone. Accepting help in Hueco Mundo was a sign of weakness, and he also felt completely humiliated. He not only had been captured by two preteens, but he had been subdued by the one with the spiky black hair and held to the growl like he was under arrest. That had triggered some primal fear in him, his inability to react to a possible threat. Luckily, the kid had only put him back into the ball, but he still hated it here; there was nothing but a patch of grass and some rocks. He tried sleeping, but he wasn't tired. So he was left with his shitty, dark, incredibly depressing thoughts about his life.

Mainly, his hope that his sister would be here in some form as well. He missed her, he missed her so much. She was the only one he knew he could confide too, about how he felt about Aizen, about his memories. About them. It was an odd relationship for a pair of Arrancar to have, but it was still a positive one. It was probably why he hated Aizen so much; he worked so hard to keep his sister safe in Hueco Mundo, as they evolved from lowly spirits to the apex predators of the afterlife, so hard to make sure that nothing could hurt either of them again, and then Aizen had ripped her from his influence and threw her into a war zone once again, all for the sake of his own personal power trip. He always wondered if Aizen didn't even care about winning, rather he only cared about how far he could get, how much he could use the Hogyoku to bastardize the powers of the universe before he was stopped by someone. Aizen never seemed like a leader or a king to Arron, only a twisted seeker of knowledge, like Szayelaporro Granz, just more discreet than that fiend.

He wondered if he really cared about the corruption in the Gotei 13 at all, if it was just a convenient excuse. It probably was. People like Aizen were in the business of exploiting excuses.

What really flabbergasted Arron the most, however, was his disregard for the consequences of his actions, such as cutting down his sister, or wasting Ulquiorra and Grimmjow on Ichigo Kurosaki like he was a stepping stone in another one of his experiments. If he had played his cards right, or even used the Hogyoku to create a more powerful Arrancar, then he would have surely won.

And that led him to Ulquiorra. Aizen left him in Hueco Mundo to watch over the girl, Orihime because he knew that Ichigo would have attempted to rescue her. Arron thought his skills were wasted in Las Noches, he should have been on the front lines. But they had obviously disagreed with that notion, Ulqiorra's unflinching loyalty to Aizen obviously complicating things.

Aizen ordered me to watch over the girl. That is what I will do.

Arron cracked his knuckles mindlessly as he conversed with the unfeeling Arrancar, popping each one at a time with his thumb.

I don't understand your willingness to waste your abilities here, fighting a Substitute Shinigami when you should be in Karakura Town once Aizen opens the Garganta.

Ulqiorra's eyes narrowed. Nothing was discussed about Kurosaki.

I'm not a fool, Ulqiorra, I know why Aizen is keeping you here: to test the kid's limits. Orihime is just a carrot on a stick, so to speak. Aizen sees your task here as nothing but an experiment.

And how would you know that, Arron?

Arron gave Ulqiorra a serious look. I have my ways, Ulqiorra, my secrets just like you. Just know that you are here, protecting this girl, to judge the boy's progress. Aizen has a keen interest in something about him.

I have no secrets. Ulqiorra said, changing the subject.

You are many things, Ulqiorra, but you're not a good liar. Don't think Aizen doesn't know about your Segunda Etapa.

Ulqiorra's eyes widened, signaling that Arron's hunch had been correct. Ulqiorra had a second form.

You aren't some blessed individual, nor are you some prodigy. You are artificial, a recreation of what a real Arrancar is, unlike me. You should know how you received that power by now.

Ulqiorra's expression had returned to normal. So you say.

I know it, Ulquiorra. But you are wasted here, truly. You could have crushed the Gotei 13 yourself with ease, Yamamoto would have to challenge you himself.

You are mistaken, Arron. There are three other, more powerful Espada above me.

I know the truth, Ulqiorra, yet you deny what is in front of you. I used to believe you when you said your emptiness made you impartial, but now I'm not so sure. That girl has influenced you.

I am not influenced, Arron.

So you say.

Ulqiorra's eyes narrowed at Arron using his own words against him. The girl has not influenced me.

She obviously has. You are responding differently than you used too, almost like you have some semblance of, dare I say, emotion. I have a feeling that Ichigo isn't Aizen's only experimental.

That was the last time he had seen Ulqiorra. Soon after he had left for Karakura, Arron had sensed a violent fluctuation of dark Reatsu, signaling his death. His information from Gin and hunch had proven to be correct, then, that Ichigo was Aizen's priority. But for what reason?

To use him? No, Ichigo hated Aizen, he'd never agree to join him. Did Aizen want to absorb his power? Possibly, but Aizen could use the Hogyoku to multiply his power indefinitely, so Ichigo seemed a pointless and time consuming project in comparison. The only logical explanation was that Aizen did so because he thought he could.

Arron needed to stop trying to comprehend Aizen's madness, or he'd go insane himself.

But that only led him down another unpleasant path of thought: what was going to happen to him? He bit the finger off a child, in the previous world, that was enough to get a dog euthanized. Would they euthanize him? Could they euthanize him anyway? He felt pretty alive, but it's not like he had an accurate frame of reference for what alive meant. For all he knew, he was just a Hollow dog or something. But he didn't really believe that: he didn't feel the emptiness that hollows felt, the hunger. He felt more complete than ever before, even if he still had a hollow hole hidden beneath his bony carapace.

He guessed he'd burn that bridge when he got there. He wouldn't hurt the two kids again, but if someone tried to kill him, he'd make sure they were filled with holes.

Just as he finished that incredibly cheerful thought, the earth he was on began to rumble, and he was tossed out of his little prison once again.

He was in the same train car, the wilderness still moving past them, but it was closer to midday this time. Natural sunlight lit up the room, warming it and making it feel more welcoming. The satchels and backpack were placed on top of the dresser and the beds were made, with the ending form on one of the kids underneath the sheets.

In front of him was the other kid. He was dressed in a white T-shirt with a red stripe running through it horizontally, a blue vest with pockets on each side, blue and black khaki shorts, sneakers, black gloves and a red and black baseball cap covering his nappy hair. He wasn't pleased with Arron, he could tell, because he had a deep scowl on his face. He had Arron's ball-thing in one hand and a brush in the other.

Oh wonderful, he's going to brush me, he thinks I'm a lap dog.

The yellow rat hopped onto his head, giving Arron a very disapproving look before making a rude gesture at him with his tail.

Back at you, ya little shit!

The rat's glare only hardened as it growled at him. You're a skank fleabag! It said, hiding behind his master's hat.

Why don't you come down here and say it to my face, you sorry excuse for a car battery?! I'll rip you apart this time!

Now that made the big yellow rat very unhappy. It shook its little fists at him demeaningly before hopping off his master's head and onto the bunk bed frame, scrambling up to the top and hiding under the sheets. Arron chuckled at this, which in dog/badger/bear form sounded like a series of half-barks. That little bastard wouldn't be bothering him again anytime soon.

Ash's scowl deepend. "You don't have to be so rude, y'know. You could try to get along with Pikachu."

So that's his name? Thats a stupid name.

Pikachu fidgeted under the sheets in anger, making him look like a Halloween ghost with Parkinsons.

"Starting now, you are going to behave. Right now, I don't care what you are or where you came from; you just bit my friend's finger off and most likely ruined his life, so I'm going to get you to behave, like it or not."

Up yours, buddy

Ash picked him up by the scruff of his neck and held him close to his face. "Jeez, you're heavy, what do you eat, bricks?"

It was taking every ounce of Arron's willpower not to bite the boy's nose off as he tightened his grip. He growled again and ash lightly popped him on the snout, causing him to flinch.

"I'm getting really sick of your attitude. You are going to act right, or I'll use my secret weapon."

Arron couldn't take this kid seriously. Sure, he manhandled him earlier, but beyond holding him down, he doubted the kid could do any real harm to him.

That is, until he set Arron down and began rummaging through his satchel, producing a small blue spray bottle. It had a label on the front with a picture of a crossed out icicle and words in a language he couldn't understand, something that looked like super simplified Japanese. He didn't read Japanese, he only spoke it, so he had a bad feeling about whatever was in that bottle.

Ash dangled the bottle in front of him before kneeling in front of him. "I got this bottle when the train stopped for a layover. It's a special spray that repels ice types. If you misbehave, I'm going to spray you right in the face."

You can't be serious.

Ash had a sly grin on his face. "Good, I'm going to brush you, and if you act up, you're getting the bottle."

Arron growled and backed up. I'm not your pet, kid, you don't get to brush me.

You're going to regret that. Pikachu said from under the covers. Arron scoffed until Ash sprayed him right in the face.

Arron felt like he had just been pepper sprayed. His nostrils and eyes burned, like he had snorted two lines of chili powder and took two jalapeño eye drops. He backed up and fell on his rump, attempting to rub the demonic concoction out of his eyes with his paws but it only made it worse. He began to whine and Ash stood up, victorious.

"I warned you, and that's what you get. Besides, I'm sure getting your finger bitten off hurts more, so you don't get to complain."

Arron had his head buried in his paws and suffered in silence as Ash rummaged through his bad for another torture device. But to his surprise Ash lifted Arron's head out of his paws and began to wipe the foul spray out of his eyes and face with a wet rag, being extra gentle. Arron let the boy touch him, if only to administer some much needed relief. After soothing his eyes and face, Ash gestured for him to sit on his lap. Reluctantly, Arron did so, curling up into a ball to avoid him. But Ash wasn't having any of that. He lifted his head yet again and began to untie the knots in his mane and brush out the dirt and soot that had clung to his exposed fur.

"We don't have to do that again, just don't be so hostile towards everyone. I don't want to hurt you, I want to be your friend. But you also hurt Goh really badly, and he's in a lot of trouble because of it."

What?

Ash didn't understand what Arron had said, but he was great at understanding Pokemon body language. "His parents are super strict and protective. We're traveling the world, investigating and exploring phenomenon with pokemon on behalf of our professor, but Goh had to beg them for months to let him go. They told him if he got hurt, he'd have to go home. He won't be able to do this anymore, even though he loves everything about this program. And I might never see my best friend again."

Now Arron actually felt pretty bad, and that was only magnificent with the solemn look on Ash's face. He let out a soft whine and ash scratched under his chin. "It's not really your fault, y'know. You were just scared, and you've probably never been around people who don't want to hurt you. But I promise that neither I or Goh want to hurt you; I give have my word."

Well… if that was the case, then Arron would be on his best behavior, just for this kid. He was rebellious, but he didn't want to ruin a boy's life over a matter of pride, he wasn't heartless like Grimmjow or Ulquiorra. He didn't take any particular pleasure in the pain and suffering of others.

Besides, he was practically stuck with them now, he might as well be somewhat civil.

As Ash continued to groom him, Arron became more and more comfortable, knowing the kid wasn't trying anything bad. Ash spoke to him about a variety of topics for a while as he mindlessly brushed his fur and scrubbed the burnt bone residue and soot off of his thick shell, from his mother and her weird mime pokemon to the professor they were learning from.

"Professor Cerise is a nice guy, I mean, we travel the world for free because of him, so I can't complain about anything, really. But it's more than that; He's really just… nice. He's never yelled at us or said anything mean about anyone, and he works really hard. He, Dr. Chrysa and Dr. Ren are like a family, always looking out for everyone. I just wish Goh's parents would understand that. I've only seen them twice, but with the way Professor Cerise and Goh describe them, it sounds like they don't trust anyone."

Arron didn't really remember his parents, but they probably weren't controlling like that.

"So you've got to help me, please. I can't lose him, and he can't lose this internship. This is what he wants to do with his life."

Arron shook himself on Ash and looked up at him, seeing tears streaming down his brown eyes. He felt the same feeling in his chest as he had the day he had eaten the Churros, when he had remembered a little more about his sister.

He was outside a large building, a high school, St. George High School. It was the last day, the day of his graduation. He held a roll of paper in one hand and his graduation cap in the other, a goofy smile on his face as he walked down the sidewalk and to his sister's car. His father was waiting there with his friend, Jose, drinking beer and laughing, his chevron mustache juggling slightly with every breath. When he turned to see his son and daughter, he smiled and spread his arms open. "You did it, my little vaquero, you did it!"

He hugged Arron and then signaled to Harribel to come over. She had a grin on her face, and she was dressed nicely, wearing jeans and a square necked shirt, in complete contrast with their father's khaki and plaid getup. She clapped condescendingly, the gold bangles on her wrists jangling. Then she gave him a playful pat on the shoulder.

"So, you finally did it, knucklehead. I knew you could do it."

"Yeah, sis. I did."

"What was your final grade?"

"You don't want to know."

"Well, I'm just glad you passed, 'vaquero'," Harribel emphasized the word 'vaquero' with extra sarcasm, always finding it hilarious when their father had called him that. "But I am really proud of you."

Arron looked over and saw his father had a tear running down his eye as he gave Arron a warm hug. "You made me proud, my boy."

His eyes had looked so similar to Ash's.

That thought had brought him back to reality, looking up as Ash cried. He licked the boy's hand to try and give him some comfort, and he wiped his eyes. "Thanks, Arron."

How did he know my name?

Pikachu rustled under the sheets again. Because that's what humans hear when we speak, they hear us saying our names. We have a whole language they'll never understand, and we'll never be able to speak their's.

Ash scratched his neck again and Arron spread out on his side, his four legs sticking out and his tongue lolling. He might have been human-ish once, but that didn't mean he couldn't act like a dog now that he was basically a dog. Arron had no shame, not anymore.

Ash giggled and kept scratching for a while before scooting over to the bunk bed. He shook Goh's shoulder. The boy woke up with a start, slamming his head into the upper bunk. He grabbed his head with his hands to numb the pain and rubbed his temples before looking at Ash irritatedly. He had bags under hisbeyes and a deep scowl. "What do you want, Ash?"

Ash pointed at his lap. "Check it out, Goh. I got him to calm down!"

Goh looked at Arron, but instead of cheering up, his frown deepened. "Great, you can get him to calm down, but when I try to, I lose a finger."

Ash's smile disappeared. "Goh, don't be like that! I finally got him to relax, this is a good thing. We can finally study him and gain his trust."

Study him? Arrom hoped that didn't mean he was an experiment. He didn't want to be dissected in front of a biology class. Arron jittery restlessly, causing Ash to scratch him again.

"Don't worry, little guy, nobody's going to hurt you. We just want to learn more about you."

Okay, then, that's fine, Just no scalpels.

"You should pet him a bit, Goh, it'll get him used to you. He is your pokemon, after all."

I'm nobody's pokemon.

Pikachu crawled out of the covers and looked at him from the banister of the bunk bed. You're his pokemon. He has your ball, and he caught you, making you his pokemon.

I don't listen to anyone.

Pikachu gave him a deadpan look. Not unless they have a certain spray bottle.

Shut up!

Make me!

Don't make me come up there, you little bastard rat! Arron growled at Pikachu, causing Ash to brandish the bottle again. He shrunk back into Ash's lap and whined. Pikachu gave him a shit eating grin and curled up into a ball.

This isn't over, you little yellow bitch! Just wait until you're alone, I'll make you piss blood!

Pikachu didn't respond, but Goh seemed pretty heated with Ash. "How could you? You didn't get him to calm down, you just terrified the poor thing!" Goh hesitantly picked him up and put him on his lap. Arron was okay with that, and curled up into a ball, sniffing his hand. He smelled like donuts, yum.

Dammit, Arron was starting to think more and more like a dog. But he guessed that couldn't be helped; It's not like he'd ever return to his original form. And besides, he was pretty much just a weird looking dog at this point, there were worse things he could be.

Goh seemed very surprised by Arron's rapid change in behavior. "How did you get him to calm down so quickly, Ash? This morning he was practically snapping at everyone near him."

"I sprayed him once to calm him down and then I just brushed him for a while and I talked to him about your parents."

Goh was silent for a bit. "You think he… understood? Like, do you think he realized what was going on, and that we weren't going to hurt him?"

"Yeah, I think he did, Goh. I've been thinking, what if we showed him to your parents? Once they see how friendly he is and how this was all a big misunderstanding, they're sure to let you stay in the internship."

"Thanks, Ash, but I doubt it; they don't care. All they'll see is that I've been hurt, and they'll pull me out."

"We have to try, Goh. Besides, if nothing changes, at least you tried."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Just be there with me, Ash, you give me confidence when I don't have any. It's contagious, I swear."

Ash gave him a grin. "You better believe it. Now, how's your hand?"

Goh flexed his fingers, getting used to missing one. "Flaring up again, but not too bad. I think I slept on it, but at least it stopped bleeding."

Ash nodded, and an awkward silence formed for a few moments. "This is all going to work out, Goh, I promise."

Before Goh could respond, his phone rang. He pulled it out and his eyes widened. "It's my mom, I'm gonna talk to her. Do you want to say hi?"

"Yeah, I guess."

Ash answered the call to reveal a very cheerful looking Delilah Ketchum. "Hi, honey. How are you and Goh?"

"Were fine mom… everything's fine", Ash replied sheepishly. She gave him the stink eye.

"You are a very bad liar, Ash. I know about what happened in town, and I know about Goh's finger. How are you feeling, Goh? Any pain dear?"

"A little, Miss Ketchum, but I'll survive."

"That's good to hear dear. But that's not why I called. I was called by Professor Cerise about your parents, Goh, and I was informed about how they… treat you. I want to help you, dear. None of this was your fault, really, and it's unfair for them to ruin your dreams over an accident, especially since you've been so successful."

"Yes, Miss Ketchum, thank you. But I doubt you'll be able to convince my parents."

"Maybe not alone, but when we all talk to them, together, they'll have to reconsider."

"I hope you're right Miss Ketchum."

Ash's mother giggled behind her hand. "I'm right more often than I'm not dear, and I have a way with words. We'll straighten this out."

Goh didn't respond, his eyes not meeting her gaze. Delilah's gaze fell, just a little, but she didn't relent. "Goh honey, listen to me; I will fight to let you follow your dreams. You are a wonderful young man, and your parents aren't being reasonable. I believe they will be able to empathize with the concerns of a fellow parent."

Goh nodded, and ran his hands through his hair, stressed. Ash wrapped his arm around Goh and pulled him close. "It'll be fine, my mom's got magic, I swear."

Delilah giggled. "Oh, Ash; I don't have magic, just mad skills. Is that how the kids say it?"

Ash cracked a smile and Goh even perked up a little at Delilah's sense of humor. "Thanks, mom. I really appreciate you."

She smiled and nodded. "And I love you both very much. Now, where is the little creature that has caused such a fuss? I'd love to meet him."

As if his cue was called, Arron hopped onto Goh's lap and barked. Ash tipped the phone downward so his mother could see their newest partner.

"Oh, I heard he had an attitude but he seems quite friendly! Did you three work out your issues?"

Ash nodded. "He was just afraid, mom. But we got him to calm down with that trick you taught me. Now he knows we're not going to hurt him."

"That's great, Ash, I'm glad you're applying good technique. Just remember, don't spray him too much, you don't want him to hate you, just to listen. Sometimes Pokemon need a reason to calm down if they won't listen to you."

Ash nodded and talked to his mother while Goh picked up Arron and walked over to his bed. He sat down and began to pet Arron. By the time Ash had hung up, the train had stopped, and they were home. The sun was already beginning to set, so the train had run a bit late.

Goh looked down at Arron and scratched his ear, sighing. "C'mon, little guy; help me out here. I really need you to help me get out of this mess.

Arron pressed his head into Goh's good hand affectionately, as if he was offering a peace offering of sorts. Goh smiled, hoping that, just maybe, everything would work out okay.

In an underground facility, deep under the streets of Hammerlocke, a dark force resided. Its energy, while dormant, still pulsed violently, causing the facility to shake as if it's foundations were unstable. Workers hurried by each other anxiously, the aura causing fear and insecurity and a thousand other negative emotions within the crew, so only the strongest of wills could operate in the deepest sectors

A massive shell, resembling those that held the cores of nuclear reactors, sat in the epicenter, it's massive door sealed on with countless pneumatic locks to prevent a breach. Made from ten inch thick titanium walls sealed with double sided rivets and polarized fields, most would consider the chamber to be overkill, but Chairman Rose knew better than to skimp on the concealment of what could be considered the greatest threat in the Galar region, possibly even more so than Eternatus, and thus he had ordered for the greatest countermeasures money could buy.

Inside the shell was a thick goopy liquid designed to numb anything inside to the point of muscular paralysis, along with several tubes that provided various forms of nutrition and waste removal, amongst other vital processes. Yet that didn't prevent the creature within from moving about like a fish. Large, black talons would scrape against the inside of the shell creating a sound that could be considered similar to nails on a chalkboard, wings slammed against the metal causing vibrations to travel through the scaffolding he stood on.

It was glorious.

The lead he had dug up had proven to be fruitful, allowing him to find yet another creature that could be exploited for its energy. Sure, it was dangerous, but so was Eternatus, and his motivations hadn't changed. He could, and he would contain these violent creatures and use them to benefit mankind. There was no other option.

He heard footsteps behind him. Leon, along with his Charizard, had finally arrived from another tournament showing. He had a look of disappointment on his face.

"Sir, with all due respect, you can't just keep digging up monstrous pokemon and expect them to solve all of your problems. You are risking the lives of the men and women in this facility and the Galar region over some twisted fantasy."

"This isn't a fantasy and it isn't twisted. Eternatus, as well as this Pokemon, can and will bring great wealth and progress to Galar."

"Sir, you don't know what this creature's powers really are, and even if you did, you wouldn't know how to harvest it."

Chairman Rose chuckled. "And that is where you are wrong, Leon. You witnessed the explosion over Shamrock Town, the near cataclysm it had caused. One blast of energy from this creature created enough power to split the earth into two, imagine if power like that were to be controlled and harvested; we could power the world for centuries to come."

"You don't understand the power you hold in that Shell. I do, and I know people who do."

"So you've been talking to that 'professor' Magnolia and her daughter Sonia again? I've told you multiple times, Leon, they are superstitious fools. There is no afterlife and certainly no hell, none of this Hueco Mundo nonsense. It's all just anecdotes and ghost stories. This is simply a minor legendary pokemon we recently stumbled on."

"You're going to regret this; you're playing fast and loose with the fabric of the world itself, and that hellish engine you created will be your downfall, you know it!"

"Leave us, Leon. If you won't support me then I have no reason to speak to you."

Leon grit his teeth and backed away, but he wasn't finished. "I really thought you were different from all of those other madmen, Rose. I thought you were better than them. I guess I was wrong."

Rose didn't respond as Leon left. He placed a hand on the shell, feeling the energy pulse through him. "He doesn't understand why I do this, that no great leap can be made without great sacrifice. He will serve his purpose when the time comes, I am sure of it, But until then, it's just you and me, hellspawn."

The creature let out a panicked shriek as the gel adhered to it's skin numbed its sense of feeling once more. But that didn't stop it from striking against the shell again, ringing it like a gong. One of the windows cracked lightly, causing klaxons to blare above him, But Rose wasn't fazed, he had seen this all before. Skilled soldiers with electric type pokemon were on standby as engineers sealed the windows down remotely from the inside with more metal shutters as the seven inch bullet proof glass was removed and replaced with fresh frames. Some tried to evacuate him, but he wasn't a coward; he had faith in the skill of his employees.

Luckily, another breach attempt had been thwarted: the creature was injected with more paralytics and anesthetics and the klaxons silenced, returning the room to normal function. The metal shutters were lifted, revealing a calmed and contained beast floating within, it's muses twitching violently from controlled shocks.

Chairman Rose approached the window, peering into the prison. He placed his hand on the warm glass, sighing. "You will serve your purpose, whether Eternatus can be successfully harvested or not. I can assure you that."

In a split second, the creature made a sharp twirl in the water, using its wings like fins. It stared at him, its face pressed up against the window, but far too large for all of it to be seen. Only a single massive, hate filled, green and yellow eye peered back at him. But Rose wasn't intimidated. "Hate me all you want. You are my prisoner and nothing will change that."

As if the creature understood his every word, it began to beat against the shell once more, attempting to tear it apart. But the shielding on the outside held it together as self repair protocols kicked in, regenerating the hull faster than it could break it. Its howls echoed through the facility, worsening the mood.

His secretary, Oleana, entered through the doors in the back and handed him his phone. "I'm sorry to disrupt you, sir, but the Prime Minister of Galar wishes to speak with you. Your progress has interested him greatly."

Rose nodded and took the phone, exiting the room as the creature continued to struggle. He gave the monster one last look, it's chest now pressed against the window as it raged on. The hole in the center of the rib cage had a black stain running down it, as if ink was dripping from the void and contrasting it's grey fur. What a fascinating yet vile creature it was. A giant bat-like being, but like nothing he had ever seen. Massive horns had sprouted from its head, along with a maw full of monstrous teeth and a nose like a cat's. As far as Rose could tell, it was built with only one purpose: to destroy it's foes both physically and emotionally, to rend them into shreds after demoralizing them. It had seemed that Rose had caught the stuff of nightmares.

"Tell him I'll be there momentarily. "

He took one more look at the monster he had contained before sealing the door and shutting off the lights, leaving it in darkness as the anesthetics and paralytics finally began to take effect, sending it into another deep slumber.