"I do not really like this idea so much anymore," muttered Gizmo, slipping through yet another doorway that led to yet another room in the Beach Cavern. And really, Dolland couldn't agree more.
For a cave, the place had a lot of water; several pools lay in different places, and even the walls seeped water here and there. And there were a lot of water types. Mostly Shellos and Kabuto, but still, there were a lot of them. However, Dolland wasn't planning on giving up just yet; he really felt like he needed to help this little Beldum – no matter how much of a coward he was being. It just felt right, really. Therefore, Dolland kept pressing on – much to Gizmo's surprise a few times – into the next area, hoping that they were closer to the end, where those two mean Pokémon were. [However Gizmo obviously wasn't too egar to get there too quickly.]
It was really confusing, really; it seemed that as they got deeper, everything kept changing. Nothing was the same, which made Dolland quite annoyed; it was hard just getting through one area as it was, but everything changing on them was making it harder than it should have been. After getting amnesia, trying to remember where you are and to watch your back for any enemies was more challenging than it usually was. And the Pokémon there were just as brutal; although they didn't run into many, the ones that they did run into all wanted a battle, and often attacked without warning and even when the two Pokémon didn't see them coming. Dolland was getting quite annoyed with that, too; hasn't anyone ever heard of common curdosy? Obviously not, seeing as how they acted around strangers.
Giving a sigh, Dolland let his eyes venture around the damp hallway they were now in, Gizmo unnaturally close behind him. He was obviously freaked out already by being attacked – even though he said that he had Dolland's back – and was now looking to Dolland for some sort of protection. What kind of protection, well, Dolland couldn't really read minds, therefore which really didn't help much with him not saying anything. And freaking out, you couldn't forget freaking out.
"Oh my Arceus, did you hear that, Dolland?" Gizmo asked a little too fast, stopping in his tracks. Dolland had to stop, too, although it was to try to figure out what the Beldum had said before shaking his head.
"No, I didn't hear anything," he said in a lie, hoping that his companion wouldn't freak out. "You just must be hearing things."
"Oh, I know what I hear!" Gizmo scorned in a slightly angry voice, although still quivering to the thought of being ambushed again.
Merely Dolland rolled his eye, turning to walk again with Gizmo close behind. However, Dolland thought that perhaps that really were hearing things; there wasn't any noise after that as they walked down the hall, the end in sight. So he just thought that perhaps there was nothing to worry about for the rest of the trip. This was a very brutal lie, none the less. Just as they exited the hall into a small room, the sound – more like some sort of cry – went off again. Gizmo eeped as he looked around with an overly-frightened expression. Just as Dolland turned to see one side of the room, he saw a pink flash out of the corner of his eye, and quickly turned to follow it. Gizmo again gave an eep and backed away quickly, almost running into the wall as Dolland came face to face with a monstrously terrible… Shellos. It was a Shellos. And by the look on its face, it really didn't know what as going on either. With Gizmo trembling behind him, Dolland looked around with confusion before looking back to the Shellos. It looked as if it weren't going to hurt them, so Dolland decided to speak up. Again, of course, the Beckon Pokémon was wrong.
The Shellos launched forward with a hard Tackle attack. Gizmo quickly backed up as to not get hit, leaving Dolland to fend for him self. [What a great friend, huh? And he promised to help him.] In a slight panic, Dolland flinched, using his arms to try and cover his body. However, the Shellos easily fazed through with a yelp, Dolland being lucky that Normal Type moves could not affect him. How convenient. After a moment, Dolland shook his head and turned towards the Shellos, of who had gotten some recoil due to the fact that it had rammed into the wall nearby, wobbling as it tried to stand up. It wasn't done yet, and quickly turned back to Dolland for another attack; this one was just a normal attack, meaning Dolland would get hurt. But instead of flinching again, the Ghost-Type gulped and, coiling a fist, went for a swing at the one coming Pokémon. A sudden crackling and sparking sound erupted, and electricity covered his fist.
'Gah….. So I really am a Pokémon,' he said in thought as the Shellos landed with a thud! on the hard ground, whritering in obvious pain due to it not yet being immune to electric type attacks. Dolland merely blinked, now looking to his fist as Gizmo gave first a sigh of relief, then a small cheer.
"Wow, that was kind of cool," Gizmo said as he floated over to his companion, making Dolland have to shake his head in order to pay attention. "Although, you know you probably could have done that earlier to save us some time from battling. But that's okay."
Gizmo giggled, however was still nervous from the battle. And from perhaps Dolland using a random move that he hadn't seem him use earlier. Dolland could only give a small smile back before finally dropping his arm back to his side. Well, at least he knew what little he could do now. He didn't know if there were any more "attacks" he could use, although he had to think about it later; he knew they were really close to the end of this dungeon.
"Now let's get out of there before we get ambushed again," Gizmo suggested worriedly. Dolland merely nodded, and quickly they were on their way, which really no one could blame them; being ambushed was usually a whole lot of crap if thought about it.
"He he, 'ey, 'ah wonder 'ow much this is wurth," chuckled the Poochyena, wagging his tail as he looked over the relic fragment. "'Ah mean, we can't jist gew out an' sell it if'in we don't wha' it's worth, ya know."
"Oh would you just stop gripping over that," ordered the almost high-pitched Chameleon in a loud voice. "Then maybe I can think." Roman growled, standing up in a defensive posture towards his teammate.
"Well maybe 'eef ye actually 'ad some brains on ya," Roman snarled, the hair on his back rising up to make him self look bigger, "thun we wouldn't be en thus mess, eh?"
"Oh, so now you're blaming me for this?" roared Poison as he too stood up, showing a fist and solid ivories. They probably would have started a full on fight – it usually ended up in that way, they both were so violent – when they heard a shout. Turning to see what was wrong now, it was the Chameleon who gave a smirk.
"H-hey," the Beldum said in a shaking voice, trying to step forward towards the criminals. Not far behind, the Dusclops stood, although looking more concerned than afraid as the Beldum was. "G-give me my treasure back!" ordered Gizmo, although he didn't look too convincing; his whole body was shaking nervously. The Poochyena smirked.
"Well look a' th's," he spoke with a snort, obviously amused. "Looks like th' coward's here f'r his lil' treasure, eh?"
"Yeah, but what is he gonna do about it?" Poison smirked in return. Gizmo merely shook from fright, backing off a little. This made Poison shake his head. "Ha, knew it. Cowards shouldn't try to become heroes." Gizmo made a slight sound – Dolland really couldn't figure out what it was – before shaking it head.
"N-no, I can't b-back down this time," Gizmo stuttered as he tried to put on a brave face, although Dolland could tell that it was just the opposite. Poor Gizmo, it seemed her really didn't have a brave bone in him, not matter how hard he tried.
"Well th'n ya bett'r be ready ta' fight us," smirked Roman, obviously happy that the Beldum decided not to run; it was obvious that either of the two hadn't had a battle in quite a while, and that this was a treat.
Before Gizmo could make a sound, the Poochyena lurched forward, his jaws opening as he launched himself up at the Beldum. Gizmo barely had time to eep, nearly getting hit by the attack if he hadn't of dodged in time. Instantly the Poochyena hit the ground with a thud!, giving a muffled yelp with his face in the ground. Gizmo gave a sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness for my Lax Incense," he muttered; a Lax Incense lowered the foe's accuracy, in which since Gizmo really never wanted to get hit, he carried it for a better chance of, of course, not getting hit. [He was slightly slow, however more agile than his brother, whom was much larger than he should have been, while Gizmo was smaller.]
"Nice job," Dolland complemented with a chuckle, making Gizmo smile slightly.
"Stupid idiot," muttered Poison, his right arm and hand turning a metallic shine as Roman barely managed to stumble back up to his feet, wavering as dirt fell from his face. "Can't do nothing for him self, can he?" With a sudden lurch, the Chameleon dashed forward, holding up his now fully encased arm, a smirk on his face. "Take my Metal Claw!" he announced, dodging for Dolland with a fierce strike.
"Oh no! Dolland, watch out!" Gizmo was barely able to spit out, Dolland turned turning to see what he was yelling about. Gizmo could merely close his eye, not wanting to see what was going to happen. Dolland did as well, however held up his hands in a block….. For nothing.
"What the hell?" shouted Poison in a slightly distressed voice. Dolland slowly opened his eye, to see the Chameleon floating there as he thrashed in mid-air, a light-blue color lining him. "G-get me down from here, or I swear to Arceus…!"
"Wow, Dolland!" Gizmo exclaimed, "I didn't know you could use Psychic!"
"Psy….chic?" Dolland repeated slowly, blinking for a moment. Now that he thought about it, however, the more the Chameleon trashed, the harder it was to keep him up. With a slight face, Dolland gave a huff and pushed his arms forward as he dropped the Psychic. Instantly Poison went flying backwards, landing with a loud crash! into a bunch of large rocks. "Eh, looks like that hurt!" Dolland could only think aloud, slightly flinching. However it was better than them attacking him.
"Hey, that was….! Erp," Gizmo stopped him self as he turned and quickly backed away from Roman, of whom was now able to stand without wavering. He was snarling, which meant that he was obviously not too happy that he had just done a face plant to the ground. [Or should I say face-ground?]
"Why ya lil'…. Who do'ya think ya are?" the Poochyena managed, the hair on his back raising a bit too overly. "None the matter! I'mma get chu' anyways!" With a slight roar, the Poochyena lurched forward, again trying to aim forward to Gizmo. Dolland was about to rush to help him, when within a few seconds, Gizmo's face turned from being scared to false heroism. With a gulp, the Beldum instantly lurched forward as well in a Take Down, and in an instant the Poochyena fell to the ground with a yelp. However Gizmo seemed to be in pain for a moment before shaking it off.
"Take Down gives recoil to the user," he seemed to explain as Dolland stepped forward to see if it was alright. "That's why I don't like using that move; it always seems to hurt me more than it does the opponent."
"Who's gonna be hurting more, hot shot?" came the sudden voice of Poison; he stood in a slight mess several feet away from the rubble he had create when he smashed into the rocks. He now had a sour look on his face, and it looked as if obviously he wasn't going down without any revenge to the two noobs. "Oh, I believe it's you. Now if you don't mind getting you shit straight, you can give up now or die."
However he barely gave them time to think, as his cheeks suddenly puffed up. With a large breath, he sputtered a large blast of fire forward, the walls of the room lighting up more than usual due to the reflection. Instead of dodging like Gizmo had done, Dolland held up his arms with a brave face, half expecting Psychic to do it's work. However he merely got blasted backwards, barely able to stay on his feet. He managed to catch him self on a large boulder by balancing and kicking forward with his feet. But it looked as if blocking with his hands wasn't such a good idea; they looked slightly burnt, and they hurt to clench. Poison gave a smirk.
"What? All burnt up?" he snorted with obvious victory in his eyes. "O f course; doing a stupid thing like that will only get cha' hurt, kiddo." Kiddo? Oh, he seriously did not just call him that. That was kind of rude, really.
"C'mon, ya'll 're n'ver gonna win," Roman announced, barely able to stumble over to his companion; he looked more injured than Poison, however he must have been more headstrong to keep him up this long; his front left leg looked more injured than it should have been.
"W-who says?" Gizmo barely was able to say, again shaking with fear. Well, what a hero huh? Dolland managed to walk forward, however now his back hurt as well. He had to stop nearly a few feet behind the Beldum, it was starting to hurt him a little too much.
"Says us!" Poison laughed, before looking towards Roman. "'Ey, how about our little combo in order to finish them off, huh?" he smirked. Roman nodded eagerly.
"C-combo?" Gizmo stuttered, backing up a bit. "W-what kind of combo?"
However he got his answer sooner than wanted; suddenly Roman turned and kicked up a whole of a lot of sand than once could handle, as Poison let loose a large amount of fire from his mouth. The heat and fire lurched the sand forward, crystallizing it into large and sharp pieces of glass that looked as if it could really hurt somebody. [Which it most likely would of course.] Dolland could only fearfully see that because he was farther back than Gizmo, that it would hit him first; that and it was mostly aimed at him as well. And it didn't look as if he were moving anytime soon.
"Gizmo, watch out!" Dolland managed to shout, however the attack was too close, and Gizmo could only turn and flinch as he waited for the on coming attack that honestly never came.
In a flash of anger, Dolland closed his eye tightly as he tried to concentrate on using Psychic. He didn't want his friend to get hurt. However, what he used wasn't entirely what he had planned. Rocks went flying, and the next thing he knew, Gizmo was okay; and strangely, the other two weren't. They were surrounded in a pile of rocks – or at least some – as it looked as if both were hurt.
"That hurt," Poison groaned. "Yup, that defiantly hurt." As the two tried to stumble up, obviously loosing balance a couple of times, Gizmo looked at his companion with shock.
"D-Dolland," he stuttered, "w-what was that? A-and how'd you do that?" Dolland could only blink as he asked him the question, not knowing fully how he did it, either. He looked down at his hands, then back up to Gizmo, but before he could try and find an answer to his question, there came a spat from the Chameleon.
"Stupid, do-gooders, in our way!" he said in a very displesant voice, and at first Dolland was worried that he would attack again. However, he reached back for something, the next thing he knew, that Relic Fragment was skidding to a halt in front of he and Gizmo. "Take yer stupid….. What ever it is! We don't need it!"
"Y-yeah!" stuttered the Poochyena, seeming to barely be able to stay on his feet as he growled nervously. "L-let's get outta here!"
Quickly enough, they took the cowardly way out; dashing out the exit before the two could realize what had happened. Dolland blinked; did they just win? Yeah, yeah they did. He thought. His thinking, however, was interrupted by Gizmo giving a cry of glee as he lurched forward, picking up his Relic Fragment before anything else could happen to them and it.
"Eeee!" the Beldum practically squealed; making Dolland stifle a laugh. "I can't believe I got it back! I can't believe it!" After a moment of gloating his triumph, he turned to Dolland with the upmost look of thanks. "A-and thank you, too, Dolland. I don't think I could have gotten it back without you."
"Oh no, it was nothing," Dolland said. "I was glad to help. But…." The Ghost type looked around the cave wearily, noticing that they could see out into the ocean. "… You think we could maybe get out of here before we finish this conversation?"
"O-oh! Yes, of course!" the Beldum laughed as he learched forward and made it way towards the exit, Dolland close behind.
Overall, it was fun. Even though neither of them wanted to admit it.
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