"It was supposed to be a easy recuse mission!"
"I know, I know, you don't have to tell me twice or for the millionth time!"
"THEN WHY ARE WE RUNNING AWAY FROM A HYDREGION?!"
"Um…guys…?"
Smeargle, holding Pichu's hand whilst she ran, turned to look at the tiny electric Pokemon. "We're good, we're safe! You don't have to fear anything!" She exclaimed, nervously.
"Um…"
"PANSEAR! Can you get a clearing around this cave?!" Smeargle cried, turning back around to her partner.
"Sorry…" Pansear merely shook his head, running on all fours. "I'm out of clues," he shrugged.
Smeargle stared. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE OUT OF CLUES, WE'RE ABOUT TO BE CHOMPED OUT BY A DARN HYDREGION!"
"I'M SORRY, I GOT NO BERRIES LEFT SO NO LAST RESORT!"
"DON'T YOU HAVE A…um…EXPLOSION MOVE?!"
"NO…?"
"Um…" Pichu looked back, only to be immediately granted a sight of a rampaging Hydregion. That was truly a sight to behold for someone as young as Pichu was. But that wasn't exactly all as well.
"I JUST-UGHHHHHH!"
"You think we should've taken another mission?"
"The…treasure one?"
"Yeah, that one! It seemed more fun!"
"There's a Voltorb dead ahead," Pichu pointed ahead.
Smeargle looked down, "there's a what-"
Back at Spark Hexs, in the only clinic in the small yet huge town, Garbodor had to take a step back. She was a doctor. She helps people. She was with the guild.
Now then…
"You two," she pointed at Smeargle and Pansear, Venomoth overlooking the two's injuries. "Accepted a mission, a literal quest, to get Raichu's daughter scarf back and by some miracle, you got chased by a Hydregion?"
"Only in Scraplet Cave," Smeargle nodded her head. Pansear nodded too, whispering out a small 'the wild Pokemon there are quite dangerous!'
Deep breath, Garbodor. "At least Pichu's safe. I'm just more concerned about the both of you. You're still trainees and yet you've already failed your first two trails!"
"I wouldn't exactly say failed!" Pansear smiled, leaning forward. "We just…blanked out! Our minds went 'poof,'" he made a small explosion, closing and opening his hands up.
"What Pansear said," Smeargle chimed in, crossing her legs as she leaned back. "We're…trying to improve," her eyes dared not to see Venomoth or Garbodor. "If you'd like, we could go, I mean we're already practically heal-"
Venomoth smacked her.
"OW!" She cried, rubbing her head, then turning to the moth. "The heck was THAT FOR?!"
"What was that for? What was that for?! Maybe take this a little seriously?!" Venomoth smacked her again, with a little more impact this time around. "Are you not worried you'll get the boot?!"
"Me and Pansear will be fine," Smeargle crossed her arms, side-eyeing Venomoth. The Bug type didn't find that convincing enough. "I promise you Furfrou won't kick us out-I bet it on the Creator's soul!"
Venomoth chuckled, "hmmm…You know you shouldn't be asking for a God's help." He fluttered over to where Garbodor stood, right next to her.
"Better than asking for the God of Chaos for help."
Walking back to the Explorer's Guild, Pansear just wondered how terrible the day went. A terrible berry forgery, and a even worse recuse mission. He knew that being part of the guild, or even a team for the matter, wasn't easy but this was ridiculous!
No wonder why Venomoth was worried about them getting kicked out. But at the same time, the moth was also concerned for Delphox.
Pansear really didn't like Delphox.
So as he and Smeargle reached the top of the hill, where you could get the best view of Spark Hexs as possible no matter if it was day or night, his stomach hit a pit.
"Hey," just before they entered through the building, Pansear had stopped Smeargle, grabbing her hand.
She looked at him, confused but still listening. "Yeah?"
"Do you think…we may get kicked?" He asked.
Her face twisted, into a scowl. "Of course not! Are you still hung up over Venomoth's words? If so, forget what he said, he's a sidekick his words don't matter!" Smeargle exclaimed, picking up her tail in frustration. "We're gonna climb through the ranks, I guarantee it."
Pansear still couldn't shake off his thoughts, "Are you sure? Obviously positive?" He asked once more.
Smeargle frowned, but not out of annoyance. "Yes, I'm sure! I'll even ask the God of Harmony to bless us for our journey! I'm sure he'll understand, maybe he was like us once," she shrugged her shoulders.
For a minute, Pansear couldn't help but laugh over the fact about the God of Harmony being a regular Mon. Doing day-to-day chores, talking with others, going on a dungeon or two.
He found that hard to believe though, as the God of Harmony had a monotone voice. And multiple child with him.
But Pansear still couldn't help but laugh, making Smeargle surprised. Finally, the beagle dog wrapped a arm around her companion. "Come on, we're gonna walk through these doors and sleep. It's already late, and I'm sure everyone else is already here waiting for us. Tomorrow's gonna be better."
He smiled, nodding with a new found spark, "yeah! It'll be like cracking open a Oran Berry, then making the most delicious poffin! Or maybe a pokepuff…? I do hear pokepuffs are much easier, but at the same time, berry juices are way easy to make…" He began to rumble on, mind lingering around.
Smeargle smiled, "Man, maybe I should have cheered you up using food as a metaphor. That seems way more effective."