Important notice!: This story utilizes language that certain people may find offensive, and deals with aggressive themes generally directed toward a more mature demographic. For these reasons, I have given this story an R rating. It is highly - and I cannot emphasize that enough! - HIGHLY recommended that you must be at least 18 years of age or older if you wish to read any further. If you are a person who gets queasy easily, then you might want to leave while you still can. Please proceed with prudence - but do not say that I did not warn you if you never view pokemon in the same light as before!

A Corrupted Conscience by FatalCalamityz

"Ugh! Goddammit!"

The umbreon winced upon hearing her stomach make that uncomfortable rumbling sound for what felt like the hundredth time today. It had been annoying her for the past hour, and she had been doing her best to ignore it, but as the minutes passed, even she had to admit her hunger was becoming more and more difficult to bear. It was starting to affect her movements, which had slowed down considerably the more tired she became, and she couldn't find it in herself to run. At this point, she practically had to force her weak legs to move, a frustrated grunt escaping her mouth with each shaky step.

"If I don't find anything soon, I'm gonna fuckin' pass out. That's bad - I haven't found Levi yet! I can't rest until… ugh… until I've found him! I… c-can't!" So she continued to trudge onward, in spite of her legs' vehement protest. Levi's whereabouts were of top priority right now. Her hunger could wait.

She walked wearily down a ruined sidewalk cluttered with corpses, shuddering as she passed by each dead body. It still unnerved her to see humans, the creatures she had idolized and thought to be invincible since birth, in such a poor state. With every human face the umbreon concentrated on, no evidence of life could be detected; all that she could feel was death… cold, hard death. Their expressions remained in a perpetual state of despair, their nasty-looking wounds tarnishing their beauty.

'Levi could be one of them…' The umbreon was insanely worried for Levi's safety. However, she quickly realized how stupid and frivolous her concern was. "Agh! No! What am… Ahahahaha! W-What the fuck am I thinking?! He's fine! Levi is fine! A-Absolutely fine! Hahaha! Th-There's no way that someone like Levi would let himself- Urk! Aaagh…!"

Another bad hunger pang. The umbreon groaned. The urge to seek sustenance was getting far less tolerable by the minute, but she had to find Levi first. That was the kicker: only when Levi said so could she feast to her heart's content. No Levi around meant no permission to eat. She couldn't eat until she found Levi. If she could just ignore the pain for a while longer…

"Gah, fuck it!" After a few more minutes of being harassed by her empty stomach, she gave in. "I… I can't take this shit any longer!" A loud and explicit cry laced with regret signified the loss of mind over matter as she ultimately chose to find something to eat over Levi. "I-I'm sure Levi will be perfectly fine… o-on his own for a while," she reassured herself, attempting to restore her confidence, "He's fucking Levi, the best trainer in the world, for fuck's sake! H-He'll be fine! Just fine!"

The decision hurt. Sure, the umbreon felt guilty for deviating her focus away from Levi. "Levi can yell at me… can hit me all he wants - I'm fucking starving to death!" As far as she was concerned, this was just a minor detour in her search. Levi would understand; and if he didn't, then she would let him punish her however he saw best fit.

Looking around, the umbreon realized that she was standing next to a small area at a point where one sidewalk ended and turned right at a perpendicular angle to continue, and opened up in between two buildings, forming a relatively large rectangle on the corner. Several tables and chairs were scattered about the area - some were small, round, and metallic; while one unique table was more lengthy and fashioned out of wood, with seats conveniently built into the structure. A red vehicle rested against one of the buildings, with a large window looking inside to its dark interior, and a big white sheet filled with short clusters of strange symbols the umbreon didn't understand. It struck the umbreon as unusual as to why a vehicle was off of the road, where vehicles normally were, but she figured that, since a human must have operated the vehicle, then this vehicle had to be here for some definite purpose.

Unfortunately, just like everywhere else, this area was not exempt from the same destruction of property and cluster of corpses. Some tables firmly stood in place with all four legs on the ground, while others lay on their side; some appeared to still be in perfect condition, and few had been destroyed completely. The vehicle also showed signs of wear, with dents in its side, its red paint had been chipped and scratched, and one of its tires - the one that looked more flaccid out of the two - looked as if someone had sliced through it with a sharp blade.

The scent of decaying flesh was strong - not that the umbreon minded. She was used to this kind of atmosphere. But among the rotten smell, a noticeably different aroma caught her attention. It smelled… sweet? 'What the fuck? What could possibly smell sweet around here?' She followed the scent to the wooden table that had somehow avoided any serious damage. It was coming from over there. With prudence, she climbed atop the seat, for fear it may collapse; luckily, it was firm enough to support her, and she identified the source of the strange smell. It appeared to be coming from a triangular object that sat on top of a white disc. The disc was stained with dirt, water, and a weird orange substance. The triangle was covered in some white gooey substance, with a hint of red liquid underneath. The white stuff was decorated with some black ring-shaped objects and green strips of some other thing, both of which the umbreon failed to recognize. At least those brown things looked somewhat familiar, like a two-dimensional mushroom.

This object was obviously some sort of food. Why else would it have a strange hole in it, where presumably somebody had taken a bite from? It did look pretty good, anyway, something that would help cease the internal torment. With every fiber of her being desperately craving sustenance, for a fraction of a second, the umbreon felt compelled to eat… whatever this tasty-looking triangle was.

But she knew she couldn't - or, she knew she could, but that she also knew that she wasn't allowed to. Levi would never permit her to eat this. This was undoubtedly "human food," and for her, a pokemon, eating "human food" was like sacrilege. It was strictly prohibited. Even if she was slowly starving to death, stuck in place from hunger-stricken fatigue, crying out in agony, mere minutes away from dying, and some piece of "human food" lay before her, she would have to ignore it. No matter how pleasant it smelled, no matter how tasty it looked, no matter if it was as a morsel as small as her paw or a full meal the size of her head - she couldn't have it. Again, she could; only she would be severely punished if she did.

It was simple: she was a pokemon, not a human; this was human food, not pokemon food.

So she averted her hungry gaze away from the human food. Her stomach continued to grumble, as if it was arguing with her to break this code, but she fought against the temptation. If she wanted to satiate her hunger, she would need to find something else. Something more… appropriate for pokemon.

Luckily, she found something about the area that fit that criterion. Lying on its back in the middle of the area was a mankey - one that, like the pokemon and humans surrounding it, was long dead, killed by some unknown assailant. The umbreon padded closer, observing the mankey's corpse. It bore the same kinds of injuries as those on the dead bodies around it. But what made this corpse different was how it was missing one particular body part. In the middle of the mankey's face, where a large, pink nose usually was, a bloody hole that went deep into the fur and flesh was in place of it. The nose had been torn out by its killer. Its remains reminded her of a similar mankey she had killed in a particularly rough match of years past. It was such a humiliating yet hilarious state of defeat, the umbreon couldn't help but chuckle. A memory flashed through her mind, one where she had killed a rival trainer's mankey several years ago in a particularly rough match. She remembered the gruesome state she left the mankey's body in, but it paled in comparison to this mankey. She envied the killer's sense of humor. But this was more than just a corpse… this was the perfect meal, just what she needed.

"Yeah, this'll do…"

With a sinister grin stretched across her face, she feverishly sank her fangs into the mankey's meat, tearing out a chunk of flesh and began chewing. Her eyes closed, as the flavor of the meat filled her mouth. She sat, sighing dreamily as she enjoyed every savory millisecond. Each bite was heavenly. Although the familiar feeling of guilt once again pained her heart for doing something against Levi's orders - eating without his permission - she figured whatever punishment Levi had in store for her was worth this wonderful meal. A strong rush of energy pulsed through her veins upon each bite of delicious meat, relinquishing her hunger and rejuvenating her spirit, and she was determined to finish all of it. By the time she was done, this mankey would be nothing but a skeleton, devoid of any flesh and fur.

"Oh, excuse me? Hello!"

The umbreon perked up, alarmed by the sudden voice. Her head instantly jerked in the direction of the voice that had disturbed her feast. There, watching her, stood a tall pokemon with a blue, rocky body, and what appeared to be a tattered white robe that was stained with dirt and a few specks of blood, both of which stood out against the bright cloth. The pokemon had a forlorn look in his eyes, but bore a friendly smile, as if it was excited to see her. Though, he still looked a little perturbed by her unsettling appearance, especially her missing eyeball. She stared quizzically at the stranger, having never seen this species of pokemon before; but if she were to guess, it had to be a fighting-type, a type she recalled that she - a dark-type - was weak to. Nevertheless, she did not let that fact intimidate her.

She prepared to fight. Her body was crouched low to the ground, ready to pounce and make the first move. Her sole red eye glared into this moron's soul, her fiery gaze locked onto his more anxious look. With claws outstretched and a wicked grin across her face, she assumed her battle position, mentally picturing herself dismembering this loser to pieces! However, the stranger stopped her before she could attack.

"Hey, hey, hey! It's okay, it's okay! I ain't gonna hurt you! I just wanna help!"

Didn't want to hurt her?! Blasphemous! No pokemon would approach another, unless they sought a fight. So to see a pokemon claim otherwise… it was borderline laughable! True, while staying vigilant as she stared her foe down, a few dark chuckles managed to escape the umbreon's mouth. Here, a pokemon stood - a fighting-type, no less - before her, and he did not want to fight. A fighting-type that didn't want to fight?!

Without warning, she erupted into an unstable eddy of emotion. Her raspy giggles boomed into loud shouts that echoed into the distance, and her yellow rings began to flash erratically to reflect her emotions running rampant. The thought that a fighting-type pokemon didn't want to fight her amused her that much. It was just too hilariously ironic!

Then she remembered that she needed to focus. If Levi was here, he would tell her to "shut the fuck up and laugh about it when it's over." So, slowly, she willed herself to cease her horrific laughter, regaining control over herself. Her brief episode of mania seemed to leave its impact on her opponent, for he looked even more reluctant to engage her in vicious combat than before. The umbreon sneered. He might have a type advantage over her, but he looked genuinely frightened for his life - he had a reason to be afraid, for he was about to die!

"Whoa! Hey, you okay?" the stranger quickly spoke. "D-Don't like the way you lookin' at me right now…"

"Ha! What's the matter? Not so bold without your trainer around to lead you, huh? Coward!"

Her loud boast made her foe flinch. He took two precarious steps backward, his hands open and placed in front of his chest, palms facing her. He still looked hesitant to approach her, but the fear in his eyes was seemingly replaced with modest anger. "Hey! You-" he looked quite incensed now, but drew a deep breath before he could finish what he was going to say. "Well, as a matter of fact… I don't know where my trainer is. Jonah… We got separated during the damn attack by some deranged wild pokemon."

'Heh, I know what that pain feels like…'

The stranger wasn't done talking. "What about you? Ain't you looking for your trainer, too?"

'Trainer… Levi…' At the mention of her trainer, a familiar image filled her thoughts, one of her and Levi. He lay on the ground, with her lying against his chest, giving her the best view of his perfect features. His cool hair… his beautiful face… his adorable smile… those enchanting blue eyes… and the pleasant smell of his favorite cologne. Such a provocative scene was a recurrent fantasy for her, one she had had plenty of times before, which was why it was so vivid. She knew that it was weird to think of her trainer in this way, but she couldn't help but feel her legs, as toned as they were, lose all their strength when her nose detected Levi's scent getting closer.

Yet with those happy thoughts also came the painful memory of the last time she saw Levi, a considerably more ugly image. His hair disheveled, his skin soiled with blood and bruises, his designer clothes ripped and ruined, his face drained of color as tears trickled down his cheeks, and his gargled pleas for help as all life was forced out of him by some vile ivysaur.

Her coy grin changed into a look of fear. "Levi…" came her silent reply. With a cough, she continued, "Need to find… L-Levi!"

The stranger turned his head. "Is Levi your trainer?"

"Y-Yeah!"

"Hey, I'm looking for my trainer, too! What are the odds of that?" He smiled to reflect the cheerful connotation of his statement, only to realize how unusual his attempt at humor sounded, given the circumstances, and he suddenly became more reserved. "Uh, pretty high, I-I guess… heheh… since, uh… c-cause o' what…" He didn't finish his sentence. He felt too awkward, if not from thinking carefully before his words left his mouth again, then definitely from the angry glare and fierce scowl the emaciated umbreon was giving him. He quickly realized that this was definitely a touchy subject for her just as much as it was for him. Now was probably the best time to change the subject. "Hey, do you think we should, umm… team up, and… look together?"

The umbreon cringed. 'Not happening!' she thought. Showing empathy toward another pokemon was stupid, one of the most blatant signs of weakness a domesticated pokemon could express. Putting another mon's well-being above your own only proved to be a bad distraction to the training of both mon involved.

But aside from shameful… it was also a major offense. If caught by Levi, both pokemon would face brutal torture, like a perilous situation where only one pokemon could live, lest both die, for example. Fights to the death were also common, generally reserved for more well-acquainted pairs. The umbreon remembered watching countless pairs of "friends" be dragged to one of these executions, begging for their lives along the way, as if their situation wasn't embarrassing enough. It was rough, but Levi's message was clear: there was no benefit from befriending another pokemon.

"No," she flatly stated. "I'll look on my own."

The strange pokemon's smile turned upside-down into a frown, clearly not expecting the response she gave. "Oh, uh… B-But if we look together…"

"NO!" she interrupted, repeating her statement with more conviction. "I said… NO!"

Her outburst seemed to leave him even more dejected, like he was about to walk away. He took a few steps until he turned back to face her again, his hand placed behind his blue head. "You sure?"

She growled ferociously. This stranger was annoyingly persistent, and it was making her furious. By now, her frustration had reached a point where she wanted to kill him so that he could stop bothering her. The thought of tearing her claws into his ugly face and gauging out his stupid eyes was tempting. The only thing that kept her from assaulting him was the fact that he and her had basically the same objective: they had both been separated from their trainers among the chaos, and were trying to find them. But was the thought of disobeying Levi worth it?

"Ugh, fine," she muttered, "But only until I find Levi."

The stranger looked happier. "Yes!" he exclaimed excitedly, much to the umbreon's confusion. It was unusual to see a pokemon approach her and not want to hurt her, and even more so to see one try to go against pokemon code and look excited to befriend her within a minute of meeting her. It was all just too weird, and she didn't like how weird it felt.

She managed to gingerly stand up, approaching the stranger with caution, still debating whether she made the right decision or not.

-oOo-

The umbreon padded down a ruined street, a few feet behind her temporary partner. Her olfactory sense was hard at work detecting Levi's scent. Their search took them deep into the dark remains of Sunshadow, and they thoroughly investigated any streets, buildings, and alleyways they encountered; but so far, neither had found their respective trainer. As time passed, their hope steadily began to diminish, but neither were ready to give up.

Most of the time, the two searched in silence, but every now and then, the blue-skinned stranger cut the silence with a witty remark about their situation, or a story from the travels of him, his trainer, and his trainer's other pokemon.

He had explained that he was a species of pokemon known as a sawk, and that he - like she had presumed - was a fighting-type. "Must be because I know how to sock 'em real good! Eh?" He seemed pretty proud of his joke, the complete opposite reaction of the umbreon's disgusted groan. "Oh, come on! I put a lot of thought into that pun!" He remained humble, repeating the joke in his head and giggling about how funny it sounded, paying no heed to the death threat the umbreon muttered under her breath.

Then the sawk stopped walking, a look of surprise on his face. "Oh, just realized: I haven't introduced myself yet! Heh, whoops!" The sawk laughed nervously, embarrassed that he had missed that. "There you again, dude, forgettin' the most important thing about meetin' a new pokemon! Haha! Silly you!" He turned to the umbreon, who had stopped just as soon as he had. "My name is Victor. Nice to meet you!" As he stated his name, he stood still, closed his eyes, and brought his palms together in front of his chest. Then he bent the whole upper half of his body at a slight angle before standing up straight again.

When Victor opened his eyes, he yelped in shock when the umbreon suddenly lunged at him. She leaped up onto his chest, digging her claws into his gi. The damage was minimal, however, for the sawk's rocky skin proved difficult to penetrate. Subsequently, the abrupt tackle didn't seem to bother Victor, who was quick to push the umbreon off of his body and onto the cement below, where he hastily restrained her with a hand on her back and an arm wrapped around her neck in a chokehold to prevent her from getting back up.

"Hey, cool it, yo! Cool it! The heck wrong wit' you?"

The umbreon tried to move, but it was no use. The sawk's grip was too strong. The type advantage was in full effect. As she squirmed, she began to yell. "If you wanted a fight, sawk, you should have just said so!" It was hard for her to talk with the sawk's arm wrapped around her neck, but she wasn't scared. She wasn't going to let a measly pokemon boss her around - only Levi did that! "I'll gladly fuck you up!"

"Haven't I made it clear that I ain't gonna fight you?" the sawk defended himself, "I'm only doin' this 'cuz you attacked me! What was that even for?!" He pulled his arm tighter around her neck, for fear of her striking again.

"You honestly think you're smart… with whatever the fuck that weird gesture was?" the umbreon responded in between pained gasps for breath. "You don't… intimidate me!"

"Intimidate? I wasn't trying to intimidate you! That was a friendly gesture!"

"W-What?"

"Yeah! I bow all the time - at the start of a pokemon battle, greeting a human of authority, or introducing myself to a new member of Jonah's team. I wasn't tryin' to intimidate you; I was just tryin' to make you feel welcome! Plus, it makes me feel cool!"

Cool? No, having ice-types blast bone-chilling air flows onto your body was cool; nothing about the sawk's odd gesture made her feel cool. "Ugh, y-you're so… weird…"

Victor sensed that she was on the verge of passing out, so he released his grip and let the umbreon get back up. He still kept his guard up, just in case she was tricking him. Yes, she had attacked him, but it was just a misunderstanding - nothing to get too upset over.

"Oh, and don't call me 'Sawk,'" he reminded her, "I thought I already told you my name."

"Huh? Name?"

"Did…'Kay, redo: Hello! Nice to meet you! My name is Victor." Victor bowed again, per what was normal for him, and luckily, the umbreon didn't react with violence this time.

"Victor?" she repeated.

"Yep! Trainer named me. Pro'ly 'cuz I aim for victory every time I compete! Haha!"

Lame excuse of a joke aside, Victor did manage to clarify some of her confusion. 'Oh, his trainer must be one of those trainers, the ones who get too attached to their pokemon and give them a name. The weak ones…'

"Hey!"

The umbreon realized the sawk was talking to her again. His voice also sounded much friendlier than a minute ago, as if their scuffle had never occurred. "You haven't told me your name yet."

"Just call me 'Umbreon.' I don't have a name," came her blunt reply.

Victor raised an eyebrow in shock. "Really?"

"Yep."

"So your trainer, uh… Levi… didn't name you?

"Nope. Levi calls me 'Umbreon.'"

Victor was surprised, but decided not to be too judgmental. It wasn't uncommon to encounter a trainer who did not name his or her pokemon, preferring to call them by their species names instead. A little insensitive to the pokemon and a sign of a lackadaisical attitude on the trainer's part, in Victor's opinion; but he figured that whether a trainer gave a name to a newly-captured pokemon or not was strictly up to them. It changed nothing about the strong bond between a trainer and pokemon, which Victor regarded as superlative to a unique name.

The nameless umbreon continued. "Why would I need a name, anyway?"

"Well…" Victor thought, attempting to explain the importance of the subject. "Uh… It's a bit of a trainer-pokemon tradition, you know? It's a bit difficult to explain; but, I'll try!" He crossed his arms as he debated the best possible way to explain the purpose of a name. "Let's see… I think a name serves to help differentiate someone from the rest of their species. Like, you know how when, uh... when humans have babies, and they want to make that baby unique among all other babies? Well, I think that's why humans give that baby a unique name. Umm… and trainers do something similar when they capture a new pokemon; they want to make that, um… that pokemon unique among their species, so they give them a name to help differentiate them from other members of their kind. Think of a name as... like, a term of endearment!"

"As a term of… endearment?"

"Yeah, exactly!"

"I don't get it."

"Ay, don't worry about it."

At Victor's words, the next few seconds passed by in silence, with not another word from the umbreon nor the sawk. Of course, it wasn't long until Victor broke the silence yet again, with another question for his new friend.

"Can I give you a name?"

"Huh?"

"I said: can I give you a name?"

"No," she quickly replied. "Didn't I just tell you to call me 'Umbreon?'"

"I…" Victor stammered, taken aback by the nameless umbreon's aggressive tone. She had already attacked him once; he didn't want to do anything that might accidentally anger her again. "Y-Yeah, I know… But, I don't… I don't like that, ya know? Callin' another pokemon by their species name sounds… silly to me."

He braced himself for her to jump up at him with claws and fangs bared a second time. Luckily, he felt no such ambush, for she remained still where she stood. But she had that familiar fury in her eye, glaring up at him with a look of pure hatred.

"Call… me… 'Umbreon!'" Her fury was evident in her words, and the rash tone she said them in.

Victor stepped back, but didn't feel ready to comply yet. "But I don't wanna…" said the sawk, "It just don't cut it for me."

The umbreon growled. She had had enough. She started yelling, "Look, idiot: if Levi were here, he would want you to call me 'Umbreon,' and nothing else! I don't care if your trainer gave you a name, but I'm fine living my life without one!"

With her outburst, Victor appeared to have been rendered too scared to talk, and the next minute passed by in silence. Of course, that didn't last long.

"Ya know, I was… only tryin' to do somethin' nice, ya know?"

Ever so slightly, the sawk's words ate at her deteriorating patience. When she agreed to let this fucker accompany her, she did not agree to have him bombard her with topics and questions she was uninterested in, and had no idea why Victor thought it was acceptable to talk to her and expect a response each time. She hated the sound of his voice. All she wanted was to never hear it again.

"But… i-if that's… fine with-"

"Augh! Fine!" she yelled. "If it'll satisfy you and get you to shut the fuck up, yes - you can give me a name."

Victor flinched upon hearing the umbreon's profanity, but was nevertheless still excited. "So yes?"

"Whatever. I don't give a fuck."

"Alrighty!" Victor looked giddy like a kid at the opportunity to name the umbreon. "I'm gonna give you the awesomest name in the world! Woo!"

'Oh, boy…'

So the next few minutes passed by without a word from either pokemon, Victor focusing on what the perfect name for his new friend would be. 'Let's see… Umbreon… Bre…' He found himself fixated on that "bree" syllable. What kinds of names could be based off of that… and were they good names?

The first name that came into Victor's head was Sabrina. 'Sabrina the umbreon…' Victor smiled. He liked how the name sounded - one of those names that rolls off the tongue well, like water cascading over a rock. She also sort of… just looked like a Sabrina. 'It sounds good. I think she might like it!' But before he could request it to her, he was curious if there were any other names he could work with. Just like in the heat of battle, all possible options needed to be considered before a firm decision could be made!

Gabrielle? Nope. Too sweet-sounding - it did not match her tough, take-no-prisoners attitude. Aubrey? Nope. Too sophisticated - which this umbreon was clearly not. Briana? Definitely not! Too obvious! Victor contemplated Bree, as well, but the idea was almost immediately shot down, since he failed to see the creativity in naming a pokemon simply after their default battle cry.

Left with no other option, Victor prepared his answer. Here it was - the moment of truth.

"How about… Sabrina?"

The umbreon's ears perked up. Victor still looked nervous, no doubt from her hostile attitude from earlier. "I-I mean, I don't- Y-You don't have to like it. I-I can… come up with…"

"No it's fine…" the umbreon remarked. "If you want to call me that, I don't really care."

"So yes?"

"Y-Yeah…"

The biggest grin stretched across the ecstatic sawk's face. He was worried about how she would react, so he was relieved to see her so accepting toward her new name.

However, the umbreon was just glad that he stopped talking. That was the only reason she agreed: to avoid Victor pestering her with the question later and wasting her time, so she granted him permission as soon as he asked so that he would remain quiet for the rest of their search. Umbreon, Sabrina, or whatever… her name was the least of her concerns at the moment.

The two continued to walk down the street in search of their trainers. She was still hesitant to accept the new name Victor had given her. It felt weird, wrong almost, to have been given a name by another pokemon. 'Sabrina… Sabrina…' She repeated the name in her head over and over. 'You know, oddly enough, I... I think I'm actually starting to like the sound of it! I wonder what Levi would think…'

"Look, you shouldn't feel intimidated around me," Victor said. He noticed Sabrina still held an apprehensive stance and changed the subject accordingly, doing his best to make her feel calm. "I already said, I ain't gonna hurt you. I know I got the type advantage, but I would never hurt any pokemon, uh…" The word 'weak' came dangerously close to exiting his mouth, but Victor deduced that that would definitely offend Sabrina, and make her more upset. He settled for the more neutral phrase "...in the condition you're in. You already look roughed up enough as it is."

Sabrina only glanced up at Victor as the two walked. She didn't reply, preferring to stay silent.

"You don't talk much, do you?" said Victor.

'No, really? You just now realize that, idiot?' Copious amounts of sarcasm laced her words, but she kept them to herself. Her only physical response was a nasty glare up at Victor, who was rendered silent by the snide look. 'Good… Maybe he'll finally shut up!' She wasn't used to all this conversation. Pokemon didn't normally walk up to her and want to talk. Usually - no, always - they were itching for a fight.

All of Levi's pokemon were like that - abrasive personalities, competitive by nature, and finding joy in belittling those weaker than them. It was a common occurrence for fights to instigate when Levi wasn't around, with big pokemon challenging smaller pokemon. She was no exception, often being challenged to brutal fights to the death by other pokemon. Victory meant Levi's approval, a loss meant humiliation. She knew she was Levi's favorite pokemon, and among his strongest, both facts of which she made sure all of Levi's other pokemon knew; otherwise, she wouldn't be targeted as much as she was. Luckily, she always won.

Hearing Victor talk about the relationship between himself and Jonah's other pokemon made her very confused. From what it sounded like, there was no apparent rivalry between Victor and Jonah's other pokemon, which left her dumbfounded at the thought of so many pokemon… getting along? She cringed at the thought, but quickly let it slide. How Jonah trained Victor was none of her concern. She didn't want to know, and she didn't need to know, either. 'Jonah sounds like a bad trainer anyway!'

With that, Victor seemed to get the message that he wasn't going to be engaging in any conversation with Sabrina, so he ultimately stopped talking altogether, and the rest of their search proceeded onward in silence, much to Sabrina's relief.