Author's Notes

Hey hey hey, it's me again.

First thing's first: I'm losing my will to write this story, so I might end up starting a new one and shelving this for later. I have a really good idea, maybe less original but something I would enjoy writing more. If any of you actually care (which I doubt you do but idk) keep an eye out on my profile. My lack of will is the reason this chapter is so short. I said I aim for a 2k word minimum for chapter, but this one's only gonna be 300 words it seems.

Also, I should probably address at this point when I write my author's notes.

I write them before the chapter, then go back and edit them as I write, and then finish them up at the end.

Second: Reviews.

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Maxwell's Point of View

About a week had passed since we expanded the tunnel, and progress on my leg was moving swimmingly. I also had gained a better understanding of the pokémon's unique language. I was beginning to get a grasp on basic meanings, though I still couldn't really understand full sentences.

Nothing really eventful happened until the first of many attacks.

See, I couldn't understand the pokémon very well, so I had no clue that I was an unwelcomed presence.

That fact made itself known through upwards of fifteen pokémon all staring me down when I went to leave Daisy's den in the morning.

They were all shouting various things I couldn't understand once they noticed me, starting to move forward.

At the front of the mini-mob was a hypno. He stepped forward menacingly, piercing my confidence with eyes sharper than razor blades.

Frightened, I tumbled backward into the den. All the commotion had awoken Fawn, who looked around in a panic.

She looked at me, silently asking what was going on. I simply shrugged in response. Discontent with that answer, she peaked her own head outside. It was quickly retracted as a blast of fire was sent her way.

Fawn's Point of View

Mac could've at least been nice enough to warn me that taking a look would get me roasted to a crispy zorua marshmello. I mean, he probably didn't know how to tell me, but he still should've.

"The frick?" I asked no one in particular. I wandered over to Daisy, shaking her awake. "Hey, wakey wakey, there's someone out there tryna' cook us!"

She woke up with a start, looking around.

"Huh? What?"

The two of us went outside, staring down the mob forming.

"Fogg!" Daisy shouted, "what is the meaning of this?"

"The human! We want him gone!"

"No! He's harmless."

The hypno stepped forward, looking Daisy in the eyes.

"Harmless? Don't try to tell me he's harmless! I have seen what those monsters are capable of!"

"He's not a monster! Just, go! Get out of here before I tell the elder you're all harassing us!"

Fogg huffed, crossing his arms.

"I'll convince the elder to join my side. You'll see. Come on everyone, let's go home... for now..."

The mob soon dispersed, leaving us to peace.