"Welcome to our humble abode, Pulse, was it? Anyways, I'm so sorry for what happened to you. I knew I should have insisted you and your friend should have stayed with us. You seemed awfully alone in that forest with no parents, are you traveling alone together? I know you mentioned another name, but I was curious if you were only with some kids like you." The Sylveon yipped.
You know, even though Majnun is a creepy asshole, at least he didn't pry too much into my private life. I am not mentioning to this simpleton that I am on the run from a stupid lizard and a weird Dodou.
Pulse kept it together, barely.
He sighed.
"No, we're with a grown up. That's Ulysses, but we were alone in that forest. She ran away, and I had to bring her back. She probably told you this". He informed.
That much he can share.
As weird as Ulysses was, he did say he was thirty years old, so that made him an adult. Technically, he could also be a legal guardian of theirs.
"Where are they, then? Shouldn't you go bother them instead of finding us?" Izar snapped angrily.
Pulse pretended to be hurt by this.
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't really have much of an option. He lives in a treehouse, so I can't really climb up it as fast as running and losing them. I was lucky I found myself here. Sorry I'm wasting you're time. I'll go die in a hole or something."
He forced his tail to drop and forced himself to have a sad expression on his face.
On the inside, he was laughing at how the Jolteon seemed shocked, almost feeling bad she had upset him before growling at him.
"You see what he did father?" She asked him.
Dwight laid one of his ribbons on her shoulder.
"You're too paranoid, dear."
Dwight then padded past his daughter towards the Flareon.
The Flareon had glasses on, and she seemed to be regarding Pulse for a moment before approaching him and Dwight.
"Hello there, kid. I've heard all about you from Dwight, though from what he told me you seemed grumpy." The Flareon greeted cautiously, yet friendly.
She seemed more worried about hurting him than anything else.
She seems really careful, and caring towards others. Pulse noted as he dipped his head in greeting.
"Oh, hello there." Pulse rumbles in a deep and silky voice.
"Sorry, I was grumpy. I'm not normally that grumpy."
His gaze turned away.
Yes I am. Hard life and all. I only deserve the best. Pulse convinced himself.
"Yeah, you spooked our daughter. Though, she's spooked by every Hoothoot that hoots at her." The Flareon laughed with a chuckle.
Pulse decided to laugh along with her.
"I would be spooked myself." Pulse agreed with a fake gentle smile.
I can't believe I'm about to say this.
"I mean, if a random dark type came into the forest, blazing in fury about their friend running away and making them worry, then of course I'd be afraid. The wrath of a Pokémon can certainly be scary." Pulse agreed.
Izar just huffed, looking away annoyed and in disbelief.
Pulse could hear her mumbling stuff under her breath.
"This Houndour...Can't believe...I know he is."
Pulse snarled under his breath slightly.
If there was anyone who would get in his way, this Jolteon would.
He flinched.
I promised...secretly... Majnun I wouldn't touch her. He thought as the Flareon touched him lightly with her tail.
"Now, I've been told your name is pulse. Has my husband introduced me? He always forgets these simple things. Especially the things like putting away the soap. I always have to clean up after him."
The Flareon giggled at her husband.
"No I don't know your name, and I bet he's a handful." Pulse rumbled in fake amusement.
Your death will be far more amusing than the soap. But that's quite interesting what some random Pokémon are willing to tell a stranger.
"He certainly is..."
The Flareon trailed off before jumping up.
"Dang. I'm becoming almost as forgetful as Dwight. My name is Celosia. It's very nice to meet you, Pulse. What a nice name you have if I do say so myself. So many fire types are named either Blaze, Flame, or something along the lines of that. My name in fact is basically saying flame." The Flareon introduced with a soft smile.
Pulse noticed Izar slowly backing away from him.
"Izar! That's not nice! Show him where he will stay for the night. We will take care of his wounds tomorrow." Dwight yipped.
The Sylveon yawned brightly as he stumbled a bit.
Celosia caught her husband with her paw.
"Let me guide you to bed. I don't want you going on your own. It's hard enough for you to focus on any certain task besides talking."
Pulse was confused.
Celosia turned to him in sudden surprise.
"Oh, sorry about that. He's just...had a rough life is all." Celosia informed him.
Not that I care about his rough life. His life isn't interesting enough to me for me to even investigate it. He's going to be dead soon anyways. Same with you, though you are a nice lady.
Celosia turned back around, putting a paw around her husband's torso.
She then helped him stumble into a nearby room.
Pulse could hear Dwight collapsing and a loud snore came from the room.
I almost feel bad for wanting to kill you both, but that's almost. You're still annoying. And a lot more open than I am.
Pulse gritted his teeth as Izar glared at him.
"I know what you're pulling, you hell dog, but I won't let you!" Izar bared her fangs at him.
Pulse shied away, acting.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He replied nervously.
"You're here to ruin my life." Izar informed him with a growl.
"Ruin your life? Why would I want to ruin your life?" Pulse wondered.
"You came into my life briefly, and then you came back into it. You didn't seem interested in us earlier, and now you're here yolking it up with my parents. You're purposefully becoming their friends!"
Wow. She's smart.
"A Pokémon like me has to get all the friends they can. Especially since I look all scary." Pulse rumbled as he stared her directly in the eyes.
Izar gazed in a different direction.
"Why do you judge others based on their appearances, huh?"
"..."
"That's what I thought. Humph! You're all the same. My classmates, my parents, you, heck if it wasn't for the friends I do have I basically have nothing. You...you're a spoiled brat. Hope you enjoy acting like a child."
Pulse was seething with anger.
It was returning.
He stomped away before stopping.
All he had to do was wait for the judgmental bitch to go to sleep and then he can start his slaughter.
And I don't feel a twinge of remorse for what Majnun will do to her, even though it is disgusting.
Pulse felt that she deserved it.
She gets spoiled all her life, and then it all will be taken away from her.
Everything: her parents, her lifestyle, her sanity, her—
Yeah I'm not going to think about that sin.
Celosia padded back to him with a sigh.
"Sorry," she breathed.
She seemed out of breath.
"He wouldn't let go of me."
She huffed, closing her eyes before smiling.
She stretched open her eyes and approached Pulse.
Ew. Too close.
Pulse stared at her.
She was pretty short for a Flareon.
Pulse was slightly more taller than her.
But she's way taller than her own daughter. She's like a Joltik.
Celosia touched him with her paw.
Ew. Touching.
Pulse tried not to appear repulsed by the idea of being touched by this Flareon.
"Come with me," she mewed. "I'll show you to your room."
The Flareon removed her paw from his shoulder and begun to lead him to a different area of the house.
He had to walk past the kitchen and the living room before approaching a hallway.
"That right there is Izar's room. She doesn't like to be bothered much. She's shy." Celosia barked, pointing to a room as they stopped.
She noticed Pulse's expression.
"But, if you need anything she might be the first to wake up. Besides Dwight. Heh. I'm a heavy sleeper myself." Celosia informed.
Ugh. Is she purposefully wanting to give me information to help me destroy them? But that's nice to know.
"But," Celosia started with wide eyes. "You probably don't want to know that. I'll just show you to your room. You must be tired."
Pulse shrugged.
He wasn't particularly tired.
He was in slight pain, but he could ignore it. After all, the pain will go away when the annoyance leaves.
He smirked to himself as he followed behind the unsuspecting parent.
That annoyance, is Dwight. His wife is fine, but I suppose I can play to Majnun's appeal for just one occasion. It's not like I have to live with this guy on my tail all my life.
After a couple more paw steps, Pulse noticed another room.
He was curious, though he wouldn't pry into their life like they did with his.
It was an empty room, mostly. It did have a bed. Was it perhaps the guest bedroom?
Pulse shook his head. It was none of his business and didn't change anything.
Celosia was also glancing towards the room quickly, but her gaze turned back ahead as she continued to walk on.
The next room was the one she stopped by.
"This will be where you stay." She told him. "I would let you stay in the other room, but it's not ready." She told him.
"That's fine. This is fine." He barked.
She smiled at him, happily.
"If you need anything, like I said, please do go to our daughter first. She might stay up a bit later reading in her room, but don't let that bother you. Good night!" The Flareon chirped as she walked back into the living room, disappearing.
Pulse walked into the room he was 'staying' in.
It was a pretty nice room.
Pulse didn't hate it surprisingly.
It was a beige room with a stone flooring.
It looked kind of like a dungeon room.
Pulse smiled.
It's not like I'm going to get any sleep. Might as well continue to admire the room some more.
The ceiling was pure white, and the room was well kempt.
There was a bookshelf in the corner full of stories.
Pulse shrugged.
Might as well do the same thing she's doing before I find the perfect time to jump on them unprepared.
Pulse padded over to the bookshelf, picking out a book that was titled: 'The Legend of Darkrai and Cressilia.'
Something about the book had spoke to him, so that's why he decided to read it.
There was another on Palkia, Dialga, Arceus, and Zygarde, but he was more interested in this nightmarish pokemon.
Sounds like someone I would like.
Pulse read through the story.
It was about a Cressilia and Darkai. Obviously.
It foretold about the dark nature of the dark type Pokémon, Darkrai, and about the dreamy nature of Cressilia.
Cressilia was a Pokémon of dreams, while Darkrai of nightmares.
It told horrible—well, Pulse thought they were cool, but the story described them as horrible—tales about Darkrai putting people into endless sleep.
It is said that Darkrai is a being of evil.
This made Pusle angry.
And what if the Darkrai is good? Is this Pokémon forced to be evil? Because he's a dark type?
After a bit more of reading and a couple of hours passing by, Pulse figured git was about time to start his mission.
He turned off his light, and snuck out the door, attempting to hide all noises he made.
It was successful.
He held his breath as he passed Izar's room, which still had the light on for whatever reason, and he just reached the room he saw Dwight collapse in, when a voice stopped him in mid paw step.
"Pulse?"