The fire type spun around, heart dropping.
Was his sneaking all for nothing? Was this a failure?
There, in front of him, was Dwight.
The Sylveon didn't seem shocked he was up, just concerned.
The fairy-type Pokémon reached out a paw to him. "Do you need something, Pulse, my friend?"
Pulse reminded himself that he no longer had to be friendly to the pink fox.
He bared his fangs to the unsuspecting Sylveon.
"Yes, I do need something from you, Dwight." Pulse rumbled simply as he lowered himself to the ground.
He prowled forward, the Sylveon becoming slightly frightened as slowly crawled towards him.
He unsheathed his claws.
"W-what do you n-need?" The Sylveon wondered, stuttering over his words due to the fear Pulse was bringing to him.
"Me? Oh it's simple. Two things, actually, dear friend." Pulse growled, purposefully dragging on the word friend.
This made the Sylveon gulp in fear, backing away slightly.
"What do you need? Just tell me!" Sylveon begged.
The niceness in the Sylveon's voice was gone now, replaced by not only pure fear, but with something just as powerful as fear: desperation.
The need to survive was a huge thing. It can make any nice Pokémon turn to it when they were threatened or when someone they loved were threatened.
In this case, it was Dwight's life that provided this desperation.
Pulse adored the feeling of overpowering his opponent.
He never thought he would, but he loved it.
He took a step closer, which naturally enforced the Pokémon in front of him to step back in fear.
Earlier, he couldn't get close enough, but now he knew who he truly was...now it's pure bliss.
Pulse purposefully left Dwight without an answer.
He only snarled as Dwight began to shiver in fright.
Dwight backed away once more, halfway into his room by now.
Pulse chuckled.
"M-My wife is in there! I'll go get her!" Dwight barked out.
He was about to collapse, and Pulse knew it.
The fear was making his legs weak.
We can't have weak Pokemon now, can we? That's annoying. I knew there was something annoying about you, and I finally figured out what it is. Pulse thought as another growl rumbled in his belly.
Pulse then smirked as realization hit him like a Poke Ball to a wild Pokémon.
This Sylveon was lying. His wife wasn't in there.
Also, his wife was a heavy sleeper anyways. She wouldn't wake up even if her husband screamed bloody murder.
Or maybe she would, but her being in a different room would definitely benefit Pulse and his killing spree.
"Your wife? I can easily overpower her and you at the same time. And your daughter? No matter how powerful she is...let's just summarize it: I will destroy you no matter how many Pokémon you have. I may be one Pokémon, but I am willing to go through more than any other to get what I want, and what I want is quite simple. You know what I want, so why don't you give it to me?" Pulse suggests with a sadistic smile.
"All you Houndour and Houndoom are alike!" Dwight flashed.
"Strike one! How dare you assume! No Houndour or Houndoom put me up to this. I am a Houndour, but I could even be a starter and this would happen." Pulse snarled.
Pulse jumped forward at the Sylveon, tired of just talking.
The Sylveon screeched loudly as he opened his jaw, reaching forward, and just grabbed onto his ribbons.
Pulse pulled the obviously doomed Eeveelution by the ribbons, pulling parts of the ribbons apart. Blood gushed out the ribbons, and the Sylveon howled loudly with pain.
"Help! Help!" He yipped, pawing furiously at Pulse's face.
Pulse knocked him over with ease with his paws.
Dwight landed on his back, trying to scramble to get up.
His attempt was halted as Pulse slammed a paw on his stomach, not caring if he was destroying organs as he hit the caring Sylveon.
Dwight roared with pain.
"I have a few favors to ask of you. Now I know you obviously know one, so I won't mention it now, but I want to make it clear this is what I want from you..." pulse rumbled.
"What do you want? Just take it from me! Just let me and my family live! What did we do to deserve this?!" Dwight begged with panic in his voice.
Pulse growled, his nose wrinkling in disgust.
Even in a life threatening situation this Pokémon couldn't help but be a nuisance.
He was selfish for wanting him to spare him and his family.
Pulse curled his claws, digging them into the Sylveon. Blood welled near his stomach. It was slight, but it was still enough to get emotions out of the Sylveon.
He didn't want panic or bargaining. What he wanted was more than just pure panic or something along those lines.
He knew he probably had it by now, but he wanted to please himself.
He wanted this bastard of an eeveelution to admit he was selfish and to be afraid. He wanted him to fear him, to clearly express and remark on that fear.
Fast footwork could be heard from nearby.
Someone must have heard Dwight's cry for help.
Pulse felt a rumble begin lowly in his throat.
Just another nuisance I'll have to deal with.
Dwight began calling for whoever it was louder, but Pulse quickly gained onto his plan, shoving a paw in his mouth.
"Don't you dare make a sound, or I will end you!" He snarled.
Dwight continued to make noises, but his voice could barely be heard. It was all muffled.
"I'll make this quick." Pulse remarked in a whisper.
"Hello? Dad?" A voice whispered out within the halls. "Are you okay? I heard you shouting for help?"
The paw steps were quickly approaching the room.
Pulse growled.
He didn't have enough time for his whole stupid monologue.
"I'll make this short. I want you to fear my pulse." He rumbled longingly. "And I want you to die."
He continued to talk.
"I couldn't care less about your daughter being dead for certain reasons I won't say out loud, but I'll let you know that you and your family are fucked dead or alive. At least, your daughter is fucked dead or alive."
Pulse hated how long he was rambling for.
Pulse wanted to say more, but the thumping came from outside the room, and a Pokemon quickly ran inside.
Pulse wasted no time.
He quickly lifted a paw right as the Jolteon nearby began to realize the situation.
"I knew you were evil!"
Pulse smirked evilly.
"Yeah? But you're too late!" He barked as he brought down his claws, quickly ripping at the Sylveon's throat.
He pulled it out whole.
Oh. I didn't mean to rip it out like that. I only meant to give a killing blow, but this works as well.
Blood began to gush in extensive amounts from the fairy-type's throat.
A loud wail broke out from the Jolteon's throat as she launched herself at Pulse.
"Nooo! You monster! You'll pay for what you've done to him!"
She easily knocked him off of Dwight's slowly dying body, the Sylveon still chocking for air.
Pulse silently kicked her off of him with all fours.
Despite his self inflicted wounds stinging, he was still strong enough to kick her off of him without trying to hard.
Pulse cackled with laughter.
He knew the strange Sylveon was a huge liar.
He thought he knew what true power was, but he didn't have the paws to grasp it. And his daughter was no exception.
"I won't! But you will!" He barked, quickly making a hasty retreat into the hallway.
"Oh, no you don't! I won't let you get away with this!" She barked, springing after him in a desperate attempt at catching him.
He bunched his muscles with ease, easily making longer strides than the female and finding himself lucky.
He started laughing, and ran into the room.
How was she even still asleep after this? Well, it didn't matter to him anyways.
He was in the room of Celosia.
Arceus sure was blessing him today.
Well, Arceus probably wouldn't bless him like this for him. This was an act of violence after all. This didn't matter to him anyways. All he cared about was getting revenge on every single Pokémon that had a good life, even if they had nothing to do with him.
What the Pokémon world has done to itself was all it's fault for being judgmental fools.
He didn't find any value in being silent.
He wanted to hear this victim to scream like Dwight did in his last moments.
If Dwight's death filled me up with this much ecstasy, I wonder how much thrill I'll get from killing his wife?
Pulse shivered.
Who cares if this Pokémon was nice to him, he wanted to feel her blood in his claws and see the blood spurting from her body like it did with Dwight's.
I have to be quick. Izar will catch on quickly, and she's pretty fast already. I probably won't be able to outrun her, but I can still overpower her enough to let Majnun do whatever creepy, disgusting shit he wants to do.
Pulse climbed onto the bed. It was taller than him, but just barely.
Pulse then stumbled as the bed flattened under his paws as he walked on it.
This would surely wake up Celosia, wouldn't it?
Sure enough, the female's beautiful dark brown eyes opened up, blinking in surprise as she spied Pulse.
"Is something the matter?" She asked him, rubbing her eyes that were bleary with sleep.
Her eyes widened as her eyes trailed him down to his paws.
"Wh-why are your paws bloody?" She wondered as Pulse hovered over her.
He grinned.
"Take a guess, you stupid Flareon." He growled, raking his claws across her face. He didn't care if blinding her was unfair. It made it twice as fun to blind the opponent.
Well, that's what he found out right then.
The Flareon let out a startled, yet pained cry as he did this.
She gasped, pressing a paw to her face, and quickly trying to get to her paws, shying away from Pulse in realization.
"Y-You! You killed someone! I don't know whether you killed my husband or my daughter, or both, but you will pay for this you dirty family killer!" Celosia snapped.
Ah, yes.
While some Pokémon cried out in a desperation to stop one from Murder, another one will always feel that hatred in their soul.
A hatred so powerful, that it can turn a nice Pokémon into a being of pure terror.
It seemed this is what's happening to Celosia.
He took away someone she loved, and that made her selfish.
I wish this could end in another way, Celosia. Maybe at some point we could have been friends, but you are selfish too. You must die.
Pulse growled, shoving a paw against her throat.
She didn't even flinch however.
"Of course I killed someone." He barked proudly.
"How can you be proud of that?!"
Pulse groaned. There she was, the other Joltik in his side.
He turned around to her briefly.
Celosia was now standing on the bed somehow in a battle position. She was ready to fight him.
He snorted.
She was in no position to fight him. She was weak without her vision.
"Why wouldn't I be proud?" He wondered, puffing out his chest as he turned back towards Celosia, easily batting her off to the side, making quick work of her death by sinking his fangs into her throat and biting down.
Easy.
He didn't bother listening to the pain.
He just watched as the Flareon before him twitched viciously before falling limp at his side.
"Now to deal with you, you stupid Jolteon." He growled.
The Jolteon jumped at him.
He jumped in return.
He won, though, in the end.
He grabbed her by her shoulders, and thrusted her against the wall with a sadistic grin.
"Now what do I do with you?" He wondered as he quickly dug his claws into her, raking both her shoulders at the same time.
He was quickly shoved away with a horn that ripped at his flesh.
He screamed as he was flung across the room.
This wasn't the plan! This wasn't the plan at all!
You betrayed me, you stupid fucking Absol!