Chapter 2! This would've come out earlier, but I had some issues with my anxiety and medication :l Still, here you go.
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Chapter 2 - Home is where the heart is (and much closer than you think)
"Oh my gosh!" Sunflora gasped, running over to the downed Ralts, willing the bullets to hop out of his wounds before they could do more damage. "I'm so-so-so sorry!" She shouted.
Whismur behind her muttered something.
"Huh?" she turned around. She was usually mindful of Whismur's tiny voice, but she'd gotten too far away to hear him.
He mumbled something else, before clearing his throat. "I SAID! I DO NOT THINK THAT THEY CAN HEAR YOU AFTER YOU KNOCKED THEM OUT LIKE THAT." Whismur shouted, nearly breaking Sunflora's eardrums.
"Y-yeah..." she looked back guiltily at the Ralts. They were completely out cold, and she'd realized only as she attacked that it wasn't a feral due to the piece of clothing hanging by their horn. "I- should we leave?" she asked, waiting for Whismur to get closer so that she could hear him.
He thought over it. "I wanted to test myself against the final floor's Salamence, but... hnnngh..." he muttered, the decision challenging. "Man, Marowak could've really told us that there was someone else in the dungeon!"
"...what's this?" Sunflora asked, momentarily distracted by something that was in the Ralts' hair. Besides the super pretty bow that it was wearing, she found herself brushing something out of its hair, grabbing it.
"Is this a piece of egg?" she said, clutching the chunk of eggshell.
"HUH?" Whismur shouted, and came over to inspect it as well. "Damn, it is!"
"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh! Did we just attack someone's baby?! What if his mother finds out?!" Sunflora began panicking. And as she was doing so, a feral Bagon rounded the corner and began charging at them, before getting taken out by an Echoed Voice courtesy of Whismur.
"What do we do now?" she asked, glancing back down. "Oh my gosh, they're bleeding!" she said, inspecting the spots that she'd struck with Bullet Seed. A terrible moment for her to be so good at the move. "This is it, we're leaving! Even though we accidentally downed them, this is no place for a Pokémon so young!" she fished out the Escape Orb that she kept in her satchel for all occasions, and grabbed the unconscious Ralts. Small as he was, she could fit him
"But we-" Whismur began, before being struck by his teammate's glare. "BAH, FINE!" he shouted, getting close to her as she activated the effect. A flash of blue light, and then they were staring into Marowak's eyes rather than the walls of the Dragon Den in the Dojo.
"Back so soon-...?" Marowak asked, before gasping at the sight of a third Pokemon with them. "What is tha-"
"Wefoundaninjuredpokemonandwehavetobringittogethealingwereleavingnowsorry!" Sunflora shouted all in one breath, as the two of them ran out of the dojo and into Treasure Town. In her hurry to leave, she shoulder checked one of the bones that made the entrance to the dens. There was something crumbling behind her, but she had no time to waste.
Sadly, Chansey's Daycare didn't seem to be open, so she had to ferry the green haired 'mon all the way over to the Guild's Entrance. Chimecho would know what to do.
The sight of the two of them running across the town with a Pokémon in hand was certain to draw the stares of its denizens. However, as they made their way to the guild, they had to, of course, stop by the gates.
"Pokémon Detected! Pokémon Detected!" Sunflora heard as she stepped on the grate. And she couldn't quite hear him, but Whismur let out a whisper that sounded suspiciously like "Whose footsteps is it?"
"Let us in Diglett! This is an emergency!" she shouted down the grate. For a moment, nothing happened, but then she was thankfully allowed passage into the guild.
...
"How do we get them down there?!" Sunflora shouted, staring down the ladder that led to the guild proper. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, what now- Whismur, drop him in when I reach the bottom of the stairs!"
"WHAT?! Are you OUT OF YOUR MIND?!" he shouted back.
"We have to get this Ralts quickly to Chimes, or else-"
"There will be no one thrown down the ladder here." The stern though melodic voice of Chatot called from the first floor belowground of the guild as he hopped up the ladder. "What is the meaning of this?!" he said once he laid eyes on the injured infant.
"Well, first we were training at the Marowak Dojo-" "WE DIDN'T KNOW THERE WAS SOMEONE IN THERE-" "and ohmygosh we found this newborn Ralts in-" "SUNFLORA BULLET SEEDED IT TO UNCONSCIOUSNESS!" "And Whismur was doing nothing to help, so I had to rush here-" "IT WAS ALL HER FAULT." The two of them glared at each other at the end of their explaination, before cowing in fear to the way Chatot was glaring at them.
"And so you two were planning to toss this Ralts down to the next floor, aggravating further, since I can't imagine how much you shook him while getting here, injuries that you caused?" Chatot pressed.
"..." "..." the two guild students stayed silent.
"Go grab a reviver seed from the Kecleon shop. And it's coming out of your pay." he barked out, and the two of them dashed away from the guild, leaving chatot with an unconscious and wounded Ralts.
"...a newborn, they said? This is not good, not good at all." Chatot asked to no one in particular, as he inspected. Thankfully the Pokemon in front of him didn't seem too roughed up, despite unconsciousness, but it was still reprehensible for them to act so rashly.
He grabbed the Ralts as gently as he could in his talons, and carried him flying into the kitchen, ignoring Croagunk's interested "Meh-heh-heh... what's going on, Chatot?" and Corphish' "Hey, hey! What's that?".
He entered the room, foregoing knocking on the door, to find a turned around Chimecho using her psychic powers to clean up the shelves. "Leave the berries on the table, Bidoof. Thank you for being such a sweetheart, we'll make a fine dinner tonight."
Chatot coughed, drawing her attention. "Oh. Hello, Chatot. I assume that this is not dinner?" she tittered, using Psychic to fish the pokemon out of his talons before turning serious. "Oh dear."
"Could you see to his recovery? I need to inform Guildmaster Wigglytuff of this. Oh, if this is the son of Gallade of team Raider or Gardevoir of team Charm, how much this will reflect poorly on the guild…" he bemoaned. "Sunflora and Whismur will be on no food for the rest of the week, if that's the last punishment I give out!" he roared, though it came out as more of an angry chirp.
"Nevertheless, the Guildmaster may be able to get in contact with whoever brought such a young one inside of a Dungeon. Irresponsible, the lot of them." he grumbled as he began stalking off.
"This is a baby?" Chimecho gasped. "Oh dear. Made to battle so young... but, found inside a Mysterious Dungeon. Are you sure this Ralts isn't feral?" she said, wary for a moment.
Chatot's eyes softened at that. "Sunflora and Whismur found him in an area where Ralts normally don't appear, but... do keep an eye on this Ralts, just to be sure. Thank you, Chimecho." he said, in way of parting, leaving Chimecho and Ralts alone together.
"Let's see here..." the Chimecho rang, using Heal Pulse to remove some of the injuries that were on the Ralts, who still gave no signs of being less out of it. "Dear, you must be exhausted..." she said, floating him over and out of the kitchen, where she found Croagunk peering in curiously.
"Meh heh heh, I saw Chatot huffing and puffing his way into the Guildmaster's room, talking about irresponsible parents or something. Who's that?"
"We're still trying to figure out." Chimecho smiled placidly. "I will find somewhere for this Ralts to bed down, would you mind looking over them?"
"Meh heh heh, of course. I'll make sure nothing bad happens." Croagunk swore.
She went into her room, placing him down on Sunflora's bed. While she hadn't quite heard what was going on, it was apparently something she had caused, the least she could do was offer her bed.
"Sleep well."
I found myself involuntarily swallowing something tiny. It was the first sensation I got, and I began hacking and coughing, thinking an insect got somehow stuck in my throat, but something clamped down on my mouth and I immediately felt weak as I tried to spit out whatever it was. As I would later learn, I was basically trying to faint myself by spitting out a Reviver Seed, which was… not good.
I stared in confusion and panic at my surroundings. This isn't my room. Or my house. And in front of me was a massive (we're talking more than twice my size) humanoid toad. It was blue, tall and with yellow eyes and black arms.
"Meh-heh-heh, easy there. Swallow." I was reluctant to follow the advice of an antropom- a Croagunk, right. It was a Croagunk. A Pokémon.
I raised my hands to stare at them, and finally taking notice of the red horn coming out of my forehead and the green hair that I'd kind of just ignored.
As memories flooded me, I realized only now that my nose is just two holes in the middle of my face, and covered by fur. Ugh.
"Meh heh heh. You good?" the Croagunk said, as I was eventually forced to swallow. I noted that he was emanating an aura of being absolutely chill, which made things slightly better, though there was a sea of emotion out there for me to lose myself in that was giving me a headache. I tried to focus on him.
"...yeah." I muttered. "Where... am I?" I asked. I wondered if this was a Pokémon trainer's house, or something. But that would mean...
My blood ran cold as I had a realization. "Was I caught?!" i looked at him frantically, trying to read his expression, though I realized that it was easier to read his mood. His chill shifted to a moderate confusion.
"Meh heh heh. Why, you do something bad, kid?" I was confused now. "A criminal right out of the eggshell? Should i report you to officer Magnezone, meh heh heh?" he chortled. I just stared at him.
"Come on. Chimecho will want to see you, and I have a Swap Shop to set up." he said, grabbing my hand (how did he do that without fingers?) before having me stand up, only for me to forget how to walk. Embarrassing.
Walking on two legs that lacked the muscle to lift myself was easier when my mind wasn't being constantly assaulted.
After a few… rather embarrassing moments I managed to get myself to walk as well, with Croagunk's help. And so, I trudged along. As we moved, I quickly realized that I was going to be overwhelmed by the emotions that were felt in this place. Worry, interest, boredom, a frankly staggering amount of happiness, and... guilt?
I turned around to face the source of that last emotion. It seemed that it was in one of the other rooms of this... cave thing that looked really familiar.
"Who's there...?" I asked. There was no one else visible, but they were the closest besides Croagunk. I was hit by twin waves of panic coming out of the room, and I felt the need to hide behind the Poison/Fighting type. It sort of worked, if I focused on him.
"Hm? Ah, that's just Sunflora and Whismur. They were the one who brought that Reviver Seed I gave ya." I tried to picture the pokemon he was describing, and realized that one of them was the one who knocked me out. "Meh-heh-heh, come out you two. You're scaring the kid."
Ever so slowly, I saw two Pokemon come out of the hole in the wall. The same flower one, even taller than Croagunk, and a pink one with yellow ears and weird cross eyes, also almost twice as tall as I was. I realized that I'd become really, really small, which was annoying given that ... someone, whoever it was to quiz my soul, asked me specifically about height.
I don't really want to think about that.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so so sorry!" the Sunflora began crying at the same time as the Whismur shouted. "We didn't MEAN TO HURT YOU!" and now my ears hurt just as much as my heart did. "You're not angry at us, right?" Sunflora added again.
"...it's okay... please don't be sad..." I tried to tell them, mostly for my own sake and trying to tune out their emotions. I found myself slumping to the ground as I stopped actively focusing on the act of standing up by reinforcing my leg. I really, really would've enjoyed if they stopped being so fucking sad since it was actually reflecting on my own being sad as well and I couldn't focus on the happy emotions coming from the other room or Croagunk's chill with them so damn close.
There was a momentary stretch of silence as relief replaced the sadness emanating from the two of them... and then they cried some more. "THANK YOU FOR FORGIVING US!" they went, though thanks to some quick maneuvering on Croagunk's part I avoided being hugged, though now I was being lifted what might've been just a meter and a half but felt like so much more.
For my part, I was finding this whole sequence thoroughly unpleasant, but I was also too confused to voice my complaints. Croagunk must've still picked up on this though, because he began carrying me away all the same, leaving the two crying Pokémon behind.
"Meh heh heh. For the record, their punishment was your choice on what to give, though I assume that they're on their way to telling Chatot that you forgave them to try and get out of it." At the glance I gave him, he continued. "They're not bad Pokémon though." I cocked my head to the side. That… sounded unpleasant. "Are we going there?" I pointed to the door where the happy emotions were coming from in lieu of an answer. I really wanted to go there, especially after whatever that was with the other two Pokémon.
For a small breakdown of what I felt... it's hard to describe it, to be honest. I was simply feeling the happiness that came from there, and while it was separate from my own emotions and I was aware of the distinction between them- there was still the rush of serotonin and dopamine that I could feel, and the moods of others are very literally infectious.
"Meh-heh-heh. Sorry kid, but the Guildmaster is busy talking right now. And Chimes wanted to see you." I made a quiet sound of displeasure at that, but I didn't think I actually had any say in the matter right now. Not sure who Chimes is though.
We walked (after I was set down) into a sort of dining room area, where berries of many kinds were being floated around, sliced by some magical (psychic?) force and put into bowls. A brown, massive, by my standards, beaver-looking Pokémon was staring in wonder, and I was inclined to agree, and not just because I was sharing a bit of his own emotions.
I could also feel faint amusement coming from a white, small, circular floating pokemon with a sort of cloth-like looking (Flesh? Skin?) tail trailing under it that ended in red, and a yellow... bell, I think, coming from the top of its head. It had yellow eyes and a smile that I could only describe as derpy.
"Ah, you're finally awake, dear." I suddenly felt something pick me up, though nothing was touching me, as I was lifted into the air much in the same way the berries were. Her amusement changed to something like... if I had to describe it, the emotion that comes immediately upon seeing a rabbit or some other kind of cute animal. "Awww" is my best way to describe it, which was more than a little weird to feel towards me. "Are you hungry?"
Right on cue, I felt my stomach rumble. Oh. I might've been more hungry than I first realized. When did I eat that Oran berry? But regardless... "Where are we?" I asked.
"Don't worry about that right now. You're safe." She said, in something that was in between a coo, a reassurance and the tingle of a bell. I was getting a bit annoyed, to be honest, at both the manhandling and nobody telling me anything. I might be a baby in body, but still, this was not cool.
I was floated over to the head of the table, at the position nearest to where the remaining berries that weren't cut up and put into a bowl was. "Just a moment." she said, and I got my first real look at the room.
There were windows out into... the sea, I realized, though it was too dark for me to see much. A miniature, volcano-looking spring of water was near the entrance, and there was a massive table made to accommodate a lot of people- or rather, Pokémon, though it was rather low and I could reach it easily by standing on a stool. The whole thing was in a cave where roots burst from the ceiling, and plants and flowers came out of the floor. It was all very scenic and very rustic.
Chimecho announced as she floated over and outside of the room, while the Bidoof and the Croagunk took their places at the table, in the middle and staring at one another at ends of the long table. Did it mean that there were specific spots?
"Everyone! Thanks for waiting!" Chimecho called out. "I finished making dinner! Come on, dinner's on and we have a special guest! "
From the whole building, I felt an explosion of feeling that forced itself in my concentration so strong that my legs gave out. It was hunger, excitement, satisfaction, all sorts of things mixed together. And thus I hid under the table, which barely had any room for me to fit under.
A stampede of pe-Pokemon, arrived at the table, and it began erupting into unintelligible chatter as I stayed hidden and tried to tune out the assault on my brain best I could. Eventually though, I heard a melodious voice that broke through those of the others. "Where is our new friend?"
"Meh-heh-heh. Hiding under the table, Sir." I saw the snout of the Bidoof and the head of a Diglett look and notice me. "Yup yup, he's here." Uh-oh. Ratted out.
Suddenly, without so much of a heave or anything, the table was lifted from one of the ends, revealing...
"Hi, friend! No need to hide!" what I realized, after focusing on him a little, to have been the source of the super happiness that I sensed earlier.
"Hi." I waved, still feeling somewhat sick but feeling better from sheer emotional osmosis as I focused on the Guildmaster himself.
And now, I could see the eyes of the entire Wigglytuff guild on me. Perhaps it took me a little longer to realize what this place was, given the clues, but everything was overwhelming.
At least it was the better of the Pokemon Mystery Dungeon games.
"Hey!" Wigglytuff waved cheerily back at me.
"Uh- aaaah-" I said as I suddenly began floating again, arriving next to Chimecho, who had "sat" herself next to where my spot was. And by sat I mean float.
...and then Wigglytuff began speaking again, after setting down the table surprisingly gently.
"Ahem!" he cleared his throat. "My friends, today I have an announcement-" He was cut off by a loud rumbling of his own belly. "Ooooh, hungry. Chatot, do we have to make the speech now?" he asked.
There were some hushed words being shared between Wigglytuff and Chatot, though I couldn't hear them. I still felt supremely uncomfortable at being in the presence of so many creatures.
"Ahem! Friends!" Wigglytuff begun again. "Today, we have a new friend who'll temporarily be staying here at the guild." he pointed at me. "We found Ralts here in a dungeon. Our hope is that this is all a giant misunderstanding, but..." his lip trembled a little, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. "Being left alone is a very sad thing. So, everyone... at least for now, our guild will have a guest!" Wigglytuff went back to cheery. "While it may not be under the best of circumstances, let's all make sure to help Ralts feel welcome!" his paw went in the air in a sort of fist pump.
And then the guild exploded into cheers and "Yeah!"s, and I found myself inadvertently cheering along, even through my annoyance at being essentially reduced to being told what to do.
But the cheers were cut off by the rumbling of everyone's stomach in unison. There was a weird moment of silence, before Chatot stepped forward, raising a wing. "And now, we eat!"
The guild exploded into way louder "YEAH!"s at that, as we began dining.
The situation escalated quickly.
Crunch-munch! Chew-chew! Snuffle-slurp!
For all that I felt myself slipping into the guild's good cheer and my unconscious... something, (I probably should've realized sooner that Ralts were spontaneous empaths, but for some reason the realization came to me like "Ah". I'd been doing it for all this time now, why should I be surprised?) I forced myself to think about what the situation was.
For all I knew, I could be the human that needs to save the future... at the expense of their own life. But it feels wrong, mostly because of the circumstances regarding my situation. First of all, the fact that I was born out of an egg. Eugh.
Chimecho using Psychic to dunk me in the sea and wipe the gunk off of me was not appreciated, even though I was given appropriate warning and was at no risk of drowning. Especially when I saw two glowing yellow things, only to later realize those were Lanturns.
I have no idea where the guild actually found me, which I assume must've been a dungeon rather than some random ass cave I'd thought before. And the ones who found me...
Sunflora and Whismur. There was also this little detail. As of right now, the guild's Loudred was not yet a thing. However, it can't be too far off, since Bidoof is here and he was the last before... two generic world saviors whose species is yet to be determined.
There's that problem too. I could befriend the Relic Fragment's carrier, but that could jeopardize the whole future. I could jeopardize the whole future, though I hope there's little chance of that.
Also, the human. I definitely want in on his circle of friends, assuming that they are not me. Though I'm completely scared of the idea of them touching me and causing a dimensional scream. That sounds like something that would happen.
Also, about Sunflora...
Well, I was rooming with her. Or specifically, I was rooming with Chimecho because by some unspoken (or spoken while I was unconscious) agreement, she became my sort of caretaker. I turned to look at the sunflower, though I couldn't see much from outside the window.
Yes, I was left outside the window to dry up after I was then dunked with a bucket of non-salty water. I'm not sure if I appreciate it. Chimecho seems sure enough in her psychic grip and Sharpedo Bluff's weather was mild enough that it wasn't exactly uncomfortable, but manhandling was manhandling. Pokémonhandling?
I sighed. I was now full, and the lull of the wind was kind of nice, but I wasn't tired after having woken up only less than an hour ago and it was pretty cold, for all of the mild weather Treasure Town seemed to boast. What season was it even? Did the Pokémon world get seasons?
So many questions that I couldn't even ask.
Sunflora was looking... alright, if slightly uncomfortable. She seemed to wilt (hehe) a little under Chimecho's gaze.
And then I was flying back into the window, not of my own volition, and was let back on the ground. This time, I only wobbled instead of falling to the floor, managing to remember about focusing on walking. That was also weird, but I had found no answers for the fact that I'd suddenly feel weak as shit if I didn't focus on a given task. It was kind of aggravating.
"There. Feel better? " Chimeco asked me, smiling widely. And derpily.
I glared a little at her , before turning to look for a moment towards Sunflora... and how uncomfortable she was.
I was not one to help others much. That part of my character hasn't really changed with my... metamorphosis. However, I was now being kind of forced to try and make sure that others were fine, since their feelings were forced at the center of my attention.
"Hey?" It was funny that I was the one that was always most disarmed by my voice, given the titular move. I kept expecting a somewhat deep thing, not particularly but definitely not a pitch so high I could break glass. I'm pretty sure I could do that even without exerting myself.
"Oh gosh!" Sunflora was somehow startled by my presence, despite me literally having walked up to her. "I mean- he-hey!" she laughed nervously.
"Why are you sad?" I asked her somewhat bluntly. It was the same sensation as before, but I thought they'd been alright now with the fact that they'd been forgiven.
"Ah- oh my gosh, am I that transparent?" She said, bringing her two "hands" to her face. "Urgh..." she muttered.
"I'd told you so. " Chimecho trilled smugly.
"Chimechoooo." Sunflora whined. "Oh my gosh, how do I explain this... I messed up." She said.
"Because you shot me?" I asked. The wince I received in return was only half-satisfactory, since i felt it too. Damn it. I couldn't even sass people.
"Well, that's only part of it. We had to rush to get you here, and... I may have accidentally destroyed the Marowak Dojo." she muttered, shame that I wasn't feeling creeping into my brain. "Whismur wanted to prove himself against dragon-type enemies before his evolution, and now I've gone and messed that up." tears were starting to form at the corners of her "eyes".
I was stunned. Fuck- alright, Loudred was not THAT important, but butterfly warning! Butterfly warning!
Fuck, I've gone and messed it up already, I'm such a fffffffff-
Defuse. Defuse. This shame isn't my own. It's Sunflora's.
I tentatively went to hug the flower, despite the awkwardness of it. "It's okay. You didn't mean it." I said, kinda hugging the Pokémon that was so much bigger than I was.
I felt my grip slacken for a moment from having to process the influx of emotions that emanated from her point blank- surprise, awkwardness, even more shame, and a tiny bit of hopefulness. I forced myself to power through that.
Eventually, she hugged me back, and her emotions stabilized into a nice feeling of hope mixed with slight worry, which was sorta better than before. "You're right." she told me. "I'll go apologize some more to Whismur tomorrow, and then we'll find some other way to kick dragon butt."
Suddenly, I was lifted off the floor from the surprisingly strong grip of a flower as another sensation came, a faint sense of amusement. "Oh my gosh, you're so cute. I'm kinda glad I shot you now, you know?" she joked.
...wow. WOW. I know she didn't mean it that way, but man, you can hear CPS coming all the way from here two floors into the ground. PPS? Pokè Protective Services?
"I'm not. When you people come back home with injuries, it's up to me and Togepi to heal you up, let alone when you bring outsiders..." Chimecho interrupted. "That was a really touching moment, but I do believe it is time for sleep, right?" she smiled.
"Togepi?" I asked. I... didn't remember a Togepi?
"An apprentice of the Guild, though she rarely stops by, which makes my job even harder." though she didn't do it, I could feel the idea of an eyeroll pop up in her mind. "Anyways, sleep. Chop chop."
"You're right..." Sunflora grumbled. "Oh my gosh, we could take you to see Treasure Town tomorrow!" she said. "It'll also help with any gossip that I'm a kidnapper..." she continued sheepishly.
"You did kidnap me though." I rubbed it in a little.
"Nooo, don't say that!" it was worth to feel her embarassment. "Definitely don't say that when we go out tomorrow!"
"That sounds like a plan." Chimecho said, taking me and putting me on a straw bed. Kinda uncomfortable.
"I'm not sleepy though." I told her.
"I sure am-" her voice was cut off with a loud yawn, which was made kind of funny by a bell *ding* at the end.
"Okay." I told her back, not sure why that was relevant. I was used to spending nights up, and-
"Hgwaaaah." it was like hearing a baby goat yawn, except it was from my throat. "Oh. Did you-" but then Mr. Darkrai arrived (not literally), and with that my consciousness left.
Omake: In which Chimecho wasn't quite joking when she asked if Ralts was for dinner.
Canon Level: Evil Derpy Face (1/10)
"Are you sure it was alright to use Yawn on him, Chimecho?" Sunflora asked. Sure, her friend had used Psychic all the while to carry the Ralts, but it wasn't quite the same thing.
"Well, how else would we have him stay still?" Chimecho asked as suddenly rushing in the room were a series of knives.
"Wha-what?!" she gasped.
"It's been a long while since I tasted Pokémon flesh…" she said, slurping at her own saliva dribbling out of her mouth as she showed far more teeth than Sunflora ever knew she had.
"Chimecho, what are you saying!" the Grass Pokémon tried to shake her friend out of her bloodlust, but the Psychic type was well and truly insane.
"Come on, Sunflora. Do you not also hunger? Did Chatot not send you to bed without dinner?!" she shouted.
"Y-yes, but- that is no excuse to eat babies!"
"ARE YOU CALLING ME A COMMUNIST?!" Chimecho roared.
"I'm calling you a cannibal!" Sunflora shouted back.
"Oh. Hehe, that is alright. I'm not willing to share though." she said, lifting the body of the sleeping Ralts. "It's been… so long since I've tasted flesh… did you know, Sunflora? Before I came to the guild, that's when it was… I was a feral back then, struggling to survive in Drenched Bluff…" the Wind Chime Pokèmon hissed. "BUT NOW! NOW AGAIN I HUNGER!"
"Chimecho, you're scaring me… aaaaaaah!" Sunflora rushed out of the room, leaving Chimecho to her prey.
"Good… now, you're all mine… all…" she smiled, her usual derpy smile, as the knives began edging closer to his skull. "We're gonna have to cut out that crystal… I've never had Ralts, I wonder how deep this goes?" she said, examining the red protrusions. "Only one way-"
"Yatta!" Sunflora rushed back into the room, wielding a bucket of water and completely soaking Chimecho with it. "Oh my gosh, Chimecho, get back to your senses!"
"...oh dear." all of the knives cluttered back to the floor. "I think I'll go back to sleep now too. Thank you Sunflora." she said, and promptly crashed on her own bed after having gently lowered the unaware Ralts back in his straw bed.
Sunflora huffed and puffed, looking out of the window. The moon was almost full in the sky, it was a close call.
Only she, out of the whole guild, knew that her friend was in fact a Weremon.
She had since learned to sleep with one eye closed.
