THAT SYLVEON
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Hello ladies and gentlemen. My name is LuanOTP, and today I'll be taking you through the 66th chapter of That Sylveon. Well, Fanfiction considers this to be the 69th chapter, heh. Regardless, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Once again, join the server if you haven't. It's the only place where you can find a French Moth, a trumpet-playing Genesect and a Raging Sylveon.
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"Anais…?"
"Mmhmmghm…"
"...Anais…?!" the voice said a little louder. It was clear that this Anais didn't seem to be responsive.
"Mbmhm… No...I… I didn't…!" Anais burbled, stirring about in her blankets for a moment, before lying over on her other side and continuing her slumber.
Giratina sighed, wondering how much longer they'd spend the morning waiting for the Sylveon to awake. Bored, they looked around their surroundings. To the layman, the room was dark. However, for a reality-bending ghostly legendary Pokemon such as themselves, each detail of the room couldn't have been more illuminated.
They gently floated over to her desk. A few books lay strewn about here and there, so at least it looked like there was effort put in - but to no true avail - Giratina saw them all closed, except for one, that looked like unlike anything they had ever seen.
"-Oh!" they blurted quietly, checking behind their wings for a reaction from the Sylveon.
Satisfied, they flipped over to the front cover. A flustered Snivy lay on her back, with a black and midnight purple hoodie wrinkled across her body. "Oh my goodness…!" they whispered inwardly. "So… adult!"
A few suspicious sounds emerged from behind Giratina. They used telekinesis as a means to flip the pages back to a random chapter, before turning around to focus on the waking fairy.
"Mmhr… Mmm… AAAAHHH!"
"WHAT!?" Giratina screamed in terror, turning about.
Anais, who was curled up in her blankets and on the border of hyperventilation, recognised the voice as deep as the void beneath the Distortion World. She squinted for extra measure, and allowed her breathing to settle.
"...Are you fucking serious? Is this supposed to be some kind of a fucking joke?"
"...But you scared me…?"
The Sylveon caressed her forehead fur with her claws.
"What do you mean? You were standing on my bed in the complete darkness - A Legendary Pokemon, by the way - and you expected me not to scream?"
"Yeah but…" Giratina curled their tail close to their legs. "Could you not have screamed a little quieter or somethin'? You startled me..."
Anais decided that this was enough for her, and that she'd get up. She first scoured about for her phone and read the time off the display screen.
"Nine in the evening. Each day just feels like a blur. I don't even think I've eaten anything but Barry's toast." she mused, feeling her damp pillow. "Every day, I cry myself to sleep. What's actually wrong with me?"
Giratina awkwardly shuffled. They weren't sure how to respond. All considered, there was an open book in the room that had the words "dark green chlorophyll around his shaft" written for the world to see.
"Um, do you not have anything to say coming into my room unannounced, Giratina?"
"I wanted to ask you a question, Ma'am." finally said the legendary, uncharacteristically polite.
Anais raised an eyebrow, as if to compel them to continue.
All in an instant, Giratina dematerialised, almost simultaneously to the frantic opening of her door. In rushed her father, looking about the darkness in a worried yet calm manner.
"A-Anais? What's g-going on?" he asked in a tame panic. He then squinted his eyes. "Something feels weird in here…"
Anais snapped her head. She realised her father had just witnessed her talk to the oxygen and other dust particles in the air.
"I… don't even think you wanna know." she murmured, retreating back to her favourite blue covers.
The Umbreon frowned, and decided to enter the room as long as he had the chance.
"Well, u-um. Are you okay, Anais? I heard-"
"Wait, uh, one sec."
Anais used one of her feelers to impressively turn the room light on from her bed.
"Gah! My eyes!"
"Shit. Uh, sorry Dad."
Julley covered his shaking ruby irises, followed by some intense blinking.
"Okay. I'm okay." he reassured her, trying to adapt to the sudden intensity. "U-Um, anyways, I heard some screaming. Is everything okay?"
"Yeah," the teen lied, scarily casually. "I just had a nightmare, that's all."
"Oh. Sorry." he mumbled, unsure how to continue. "Do you wanna talk about it?"
"N-Nah, it's cool." she replied, covering herself with a little more blanket.
Anais watched her father awkwardly fumble about with his paws, before sighing and taking a seat at her desk. Her heart dropped through her chest, and into her mattress; she knew what kind of conversation was to follow next.
"So, um. I know you didn't… react the best way when y'know… I-I brought up the idea of therapy earlier." said the Umbreon, trying to avoid eye contact. "B-But, your mother and I really think this will be really good for you."
The Sylveon flew back onto her bed, unimpressed that her initial suspicion turned out to be correct.
"Ugh… it's not because I'm trying to be a bad kid or anything, and I know you guys care about me - I just don't wanna go into school and have everyone think I'm Zubat-crap crazy just because I go to therapy."
"A-Anais… no one will think that, honestly." said Julley softly. "P-Plus, you don't have to tell anyone. Whatever goes on can just be between you and your therapist - you don't even have t-to tell your Mother and I."
Anais huffed defeatedly, turning over to her other side so she wouldn't face her father, but the blankness of her bedroom walls. The older Umbreon had a good point, and it made the fairy want to grit her teeth at the very fact.
Maybe it'd be good for me… Feels like these days, I don't have anyone to talk to… But at the same time, do I really need therapy? That's for psychos.
Actually dude - common misconception - psychos are normal people who needed therapy but forgot to go or sumthin'.
You…! Where did you go? You're gonna make my Dad go crazy with all your pranks!
Hey, don't get angry at me! Plus, your Dad is looking at you all funny.
Anais suddenly turned around, locking eyes with her father. He flinched, anticipating his daughter to have some sort of emotional outburst like the one he had seen hours before.
"Umm… S-So…?" said Julley, tentatively leaning forward in his seat.
"Umm, y'know," began the Sylveon, trying to deflect her embarrassment. "...maybe this whole therapy thing isn't an awful idea…"
The dark type smiled, which brought about a warm feeling beneath Anais.
"Y-Yeah," he said excitedly, "it really isn't. I think it could make a real difference. Y'know, since, I uh, there are some issues that require a um… professional."
"Yeah… okay, fine. I'll sign up for this, therapy." she said finally, earning a sigh of joy from her father. "and um, sorry for having an outburst earlier. It just came all at once, a-and…"
The Sylveon trailed off. Julley didn't seem to mind at all. He shook his head as if to dissuade her from continuing.
"H-Hey, it's no worries. I kinda did come at a bad time - I didn't know you and your Mom were having a heart-to-heart, so um… yeah, I'm sorry, too."
Anais smiled. There were many things about the dark type that made her feel nice and comfy on the inside. Her Dad returned the smile, bearing a bit of teeth. The sun may have been setting outside, but the Umbreon brought about a new kind of light to her day.
Julley then stood up from the chair, declaring his departure after a successful pitch. Something about falling ass-backwards into success reminded him of his adolescence.
A couple books fell onto the floor from the desk in his wake. "Oh, sorry," he murmured, attempting to pick them up. Then, he froze once he got a good look at the front covers. One of them was a highschool biology textbook. The other was a different kind of biology book. Regardless, the Umbreon was hit with hesitation, and a hot pair of cheeks. "O-Oh…!"
"Hmm…?" murmured Anais, not exactly paying attention.
Julley stacked his priorities. Likewise, he stacked the books together in a hurry, being sure to put the biology textbook on top.
"Aha, s-sorry about that." he said, trying to remain calm but clearly embarrassed. He put the books where they were found, and scooted toward the door. "So a-anyways, I already spoke to the company, and worked out the pricing. When you get a chance, um, tell me what days would work for you."
"Okay, okay. Thanks a lot, Dad." Anais replied.
"No problem, Anais. H-Have a goodnight, okay?"
The Umbreon slowly closed the door behind him, leaving the fairy alone once again. At least, she was reminded of someone in her corner. There was a weird look on his face while on his way out, Anais thought, but eventually paid it no more attention.
Looking about her room from her bed, the Sylveon furrowed her brows expectantly.
Um, so, are you gonna come back, or…?
Oh yeah! Completely forgot I was there. Your Dad scared the ghost type outta me.
A comedic pop sound occurred, before Giratina took their shape in her room once again. Anais did flinch, but thankfully didn't scream akin to moments earlier. Now that she had a good look at their dreary wings, three pairs of legs and helmet-like head shape, Anais had to admit that the Legendary was a little funny lookin' for a Pokemon.
Giratina stretched, as if teleportation had some sort of physical strain on their body. Well, not like Anais would know. She definitely would like to know, however.
"So dude, how was things with your Dad?" they greeted, introducing themselves to the room with a spread of their wings.
Anais shook her head, saying, "Okay, cut that shit - I still have a bone to pick with you, remember?"
Giratina looked at Anais as if she was a maths problem.
"Y'know, when you woke me up?"
They hadn't done as much as one line of working out.
"And you scared the living shit out of me?"
"Ohh…! You mean when you scared me, dude."
Gritting her teeth, Anais realised that she was going to have to be the bigger person between herself, and the Pokemon that ruled the Distortion World.
"Okay, what the fuck ever, man. All I wanna know is what you were doing there."
"Um, can I get an apology, first?"
"What? Okay, fine. I'm sorry."
Giratina made what Anais assumed to be sounds of joy. Since, they had no mouth of which to bear a smile. "See?" they said, almost mockingly. "Not too hard?"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, man. So, what gives?"
Giratina sat on their rear end. It was a little bit uncomfortable. From the teen's perspective, she was hoping the Legendary wouldn't cause a hole in her floor.
"Ah, so I actually wanted to ask you a question."
Anais raised an eyebrow. Giratina continued.
"Damn, that's a lot of sass. Anyways, how would you prefer to learn about the death of a loved one?"
The Sylveon looked away in thought about the best possible way to receive such information. Maybe, postcard? Perhaps an email? Of course, she'd want it to be presented such th- Wait, what? She snapped back to Giratina, and blinked profusely.
"I-I'm sorry, what? Has someone died or something?"
"That's not what I said, I'm asking how you'd want to receive the news. Open your ears, bud."
Anais leaned forward onto her front two paws, desparately. "Okay, but even so, why would you ask that question if nobody I know died?"
"Oh… Oh, I get it now. Shit, that's a really good point."
The Sylveon was in between a facepalm, screaming to the ceiling, and straight up fainting.
"Okay, Giratina. Enough bullshitting around. I need to know what's going on."
The Legendary groaned, "See? This is exactly what I was trying to avoid! Maybe I could write it on a postcard, or maybe an e-mail…?"
"C'mon! Just tell me!"
"Alright! Alright…! It was your aunt. Aunt Zoey?"
The Sylveon's blood fell from her face, and into her tail. Now, she truly was feeling faint.
"A-Aunt… Zoey…? No… I-It couldn't have been because of me…! Please, don't be fucking with me, Giratina."
Giratina shook their head, looking away, "Sorry man, wish I was. But hey, y'know, she was a real looker when she came to my front desk. But then I was like, hey! I know you! You're important! Then it clicked in my head. Didn't really know who to tell, so I thought I'd tell you since you're pretty good at keeping secrets, right Anais?"
Giratina looked at the fairy's unconscious body.
"Shit. I should've just posted…!"
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Entering his house without a skip in his step was very uncharacteristic of the Jolteon. He fumbled about in his greasy white mane until he found his keys.
While raising them to the height of the keyhole, Cooper lost focus, losing sight of what is right, and dropped the keys. This was shortly followed by an unceremonious clasping sound.
"Dammit-! Why are they only designed for Pokémon with thumbs?!"
He opened the door moments later, and looked at the time on a watch he also kept in his fur. It was quarter to midnight. His face dropped once he realised how long he'd been at work.
"Hmm… a little late to be going anywhere…" murmured the electric type, replacing the watch with his phone. "Then again, late start tomorrow, I could just sleep…"
His ear twitched moments into creeping silence. He looked up toward the upper landing of the staircase. A light source amid an ambient though audible chant of excitement.
The Jolteon rubbed his paws against the velcro-like welcome mat beneath his feet. Plasma sparked between his digits, before his body twitched in sudden excitement.
"Urgh…" he moaned, "that should keep me going." before galloping up the staircase to pursue his curiosity.
Now on the first floor, Cooper stood outside his only daughter's bedroom. He rapped a couple times, before politely chiming, "Can I come in?"
"…"
Having received no response, he tried again, and again, before concluding he'd have to enter the room on his own accord. Cooper paled, before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
"Please, Arceus. I've walked in on too many Pokémon doin' it. Not now."
Dauntlessly, albeit carefully, Cooper opened the door, and peered into his daughter's room.
He saw the mane of Chloe's hair obscured by her gaming chair. She reclined on her bed close to the warmth of another furry individual, who was extremely engrossed in a video game from the monitor across them.
"Oh, so that's what you guys - Hold up - is that StarDelphox 64?!"
Chloe whipped her head around in surprise, rotating her chair. "D-Dad!" she exclaimed, "Man, can't you knock?"
"Firstly, that's not how you speak to your Pop, Chloe," Cooper began, eliciting a groan from his daughter. "Secondly, this is two-player, right? Lemme get on! I love this game!"
Both Chloe and Cooper gasped as Raidon narrowly avoided an incoming asteroid.
Returning back to reality, the Zoroark rolled her eyes at her father while saying, "That's a different mode… That you have to unlock by beating the main game. Could you maybe come another time, or something?"
"Why, are you guys doing something I'm not supposed to know about…?"
"No, I just… !"
*BRING… BRING… BRING…*
The noise cut the Zoroark's whines in twine, coming from a desk drawer directly beneath the computer. Chloe stayed still like a statue, leaving her father to stare at her, waiting for a response.
"Okay, okay, whatever. You two can play." she said, getting up from her chair and reaching into the desk for her phone. "We've been at it for hours now anyways. I could kinda do with a walk."
Cooper beamed, before hopping into her daughter's chair. "Mhm, a walk? You sure you aren't going out to see your boyfriend, or anything?"
The Zoroark cut the ringing sound, and went around collecting a few things around her room, stuffing them into a messenger bag. "Yeah, right. Ain't got time for a relationship right now." she mused, grabbing a bandana and a pen from a section in her wardrobe. "Even if I did have one, not like you'd know."
Upon hearing that, Cooper's ears fell disappointedly. His eyes fell upon Raidon first, who was still preoccupied with taking down a rival space mercenary in the game. He then swivelled around to leer at his daughter.
"Y'know, Chloe." he started, making Chloe roll her eyes and groan, knowing where this was going, "You ought to learn about respect. Your Mom wouldn't be happy to hea-"
"Ugh, enough, Dad. I'm sorry. Can I go now?"
Knowing that was the best he'd be getting from his daughter, he sighed, "Well, could you at least tell me where you're going?"
"Friend's house." she replied, rather brisque. "I lied about the walk."
"...Sure. Just make sure you're safe, Chloe." he said sceptically, yet unbothered. Turning to the immersed pilot Raidon Atos with a grin, Cooper exclaimed, "Okay, Raidon. It's you and me. Let's egg these bogies."
Raidon nodded eagerly, then returned to the action. Chloe gave one last look at the Luxray, before huffing, turning and leaving her room. It was funny how quickly she had been replaced.
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Outside, the sun had just beat the moon to the horizon, leaving behind a twinkling jade twilight. Meanwhile, a Zoroark slid through the shadows of the streets, keeping their bandana up and their gaze down. Once they reached an alleyway, they made a speedy right-hand turn, and disappeared into the shadows.
Climbing up a level, they vaulted through an open window on the first floor of a seemingly empty building, landing on the floor with the thump from the impact.
"Shit." they groaned, dusting themselves off. "There needs to be an easier way to do this…"
The Zoroark found themselves, once again, in a familiar large room with a passcoded hatch. They punched in the code perfectly, as if they had done so thousands of times before.
*Click*
The dark type smiled. That would never get old. The hatch opened as expected, revealing a metal ladder. They hoisted themselves down, but closed the hatch entrance on their way down, and pulled a lever close to the side of the ladder.
Upon reaching the end of the ladder, they took a gasp in as the cold metal tiles met the beans of their hind paws. A dirty steel door now stood between them, and whatever light was beckoning her from a gap at the bottom of the door.
They raised their claws, then rapped on the metal in a particular pattern, though indiscernible to most.
"Four in a row. Lucky us, huh? Because we sure do love waitin' on you!" a deep voice rumbled through the metal.
The Zoroark lowered their bandana, revealing a toothy smirk. "Forgot you were keepin' a score." she remarked, "So do I gotta go home now, or are you gonna open up?"
"Yeah, yeah, gimme a sec…"
Various clicks, clanks and clangs sounded from behind the door. The Zoroark folded their arms impatiently.
"Hey, Loose…?" they called out, saying, "Are you groping a Klefki back there?"
"Depends," replied Loose, "is your Mom a steel type?"
The Zoroark dropped their smile, shoulders and gaze all in one. Something about that retort made their insides feel like they were turning upside down. The feeling was so strong, they had completely forgotten to reply.
The door opened with a long, ominous creak. A large, bulky, and tall Midnight Lycanroc was revealed, illuminated by the backlight of the room behind them.
"Somethin' wrong, Ceebee? You're usually quick with them chops of yours." asked Loose, blurring the lines between empathy and provocation.
Ceebee, the bandana-clad Zoroark, raised her eyes to make contact with the Lycanroc. Suddenly, she was back.
"Yeah, just tired from waiting years for you to unlock a damn door."
Loose smiled, and laughed, "Heh, there it is. C'mon in."
The Lycanroc moved aside for Ceebee to stroll into the large base. Her eyes adjusted to the bright light, and upon doing so, she froze. At least a dozen pairs of eyes, from a beaming Liepard to a muscular looking Gogoat, stared deeply at her.
All in one sudden moment, the room erupted with praise and applause, someone even going as far as dashing a cup of beer into the air. Alcohol, AB, I know - crazy, right?
Ceebee, flustered, clenched her teeth. She braced for impact, as the aforementioned Liepard, accompanied by a few other colleagues, clamoured around her.
"You got 'em, Ceebee!"
"Heck yeah, boys!"
"That was kinda hot… ngh…"
"They're on the run now, eh?"
The Zoroark whipped her head from side to side, dying from over-stimulation. She shouted with a voice louder than those around her, "What the fuck is going on!?"
Loose came from behind- woah. Um, Loose came from behind, and threw his arm around Ceebee's shoulders, while also shooing the congregation away from the Zoroark.
"They're talking 'bout the op - they hadn't seen ya since we headed out for it." he spoke closely into the dark type's ear, as to not get drowned out by the now incessant cheering.
"The… op…?"
Loose rolled his eyes, joking with his deep gravelly voice, "Geez, you hit your head on the way down, or somethin? The op you 'n' I just went on. The one Moodas calls, 'Operation Beanspill'. You know what I'm talkin' bout', you took care of that there Luxray, right?"
Ceebee's eyes dilated. Now, the memories drowned her headspace. She had forgotten how recent that was, or better yet - what weight that event carried. The Luxray's sorry face came back to her in the form of a still image.
A sigh left her maw, as the feeling of regret filled her stomach. "Yeah," she replied, "I remember now. Yeah, don't worry about the Luxray either."
Loose raised an eyebrow. "You sure, chief? You're lookin' off today."
"Yeah, yeah. What about you? Did you get the candy back?" asked Ceebee dismissively, though the discomfort hadn't truly left her.
"Heh, all five kilograms," the Lycanroc said with a scoff and smirk, folding his arms. "Have a look over there."
Ceebee followed Loose's clawed digit, which pointed toward a familiar Gogoat.
"Huh? N-Zó? What about them?"
"Nah, man. I'm not talking about N-Zó. Behind him."
Ceebee stepped a little to the right. Past the heads of many Pokemon, she finally saw what the rock and dark type was talking about. 10 taped boxes sat above a table, intact and unscathed.
"Well damn. Good going, Loose." remarked the Zoroark to her taller companion. "I hadn't even deeped why we were after those bastards in the first place."
"You better believe it, 'cause we stuck our necks out for that one." he replied, as a Liepard sashayed over to the duo.
"Ayy!" called out the Liepard, swishing their tail from time to time. "I dunno how yous did it, but ya did it!"
"Um, thanks, Moodas." Ceebee mumbled, still fazed. "I'll be honest, I completely forgot that shit went down."
"No biggie, Ceebs." said Moodas, grinning and bearing his pearly-white teeth. "Did this big guy show you what he brought home that night?"
"Um, no…?" said the Zoroark, worriedly looking up at the mischievous Lycanroc. "Oh, this isn't gonna be another jump-in, is it?"
"Ahaha, nah, but you know, if you waaant…?" sneered Loose.
Ceebee sighed, brushing her hair with her claw, "Just show me this fucking surprise or whatever."
The Zoroark shrugged, returning to his stone, blasé expression. "Alrighty then. Moods?" he said, "Ya mind leading the way?"
Finally, the embarrassment was saved for Ceebee. The Liepard nodded his head, and headed off to the left. Peering over her left shoulder, the Zoroark watched as Moodas approached a door.
Previously, behind the door led to an office that held a multitude of filing cabinets. Ceebee paled, remembering how heavy a mere metal cabinet could be, let alone twelve of them. She saw Moodas stood on his hind paws to give himself a height boost, and leer through a transparent plastic opening contrary to the cold steel door.
She met Moodas' ruby irises. His glare and roguish smile beckoned her toward the door. She then peered over to her right to look at Loose, who released her from his embrace with a gentle push. Now, curiosity was getting the better of her.
Ceebee walked toward the door. Moodas moved out of the way for her antsy eyes to take a look, and so she did.
She squinted, and found the room to be extremely dark, but just about visible for a Pokemon such as herself. As she remembered, the room was barren of furniture. Though, there was a lone chair on the middle right-hand side of the floor, where the light from her peripheral waned in intensity. Her vision rose, and she found that the chair wasn't empty. Bound to the wooden frame was a quivering Empoleon, who shook as if they were fished from a freezing cold pond. Their fins were wrapped so tight to the mahogany, she could see small dents appear in its metal body. Their feet wiggled in resistance every so often, yet to no obvious progression. To top it all off, the Empoleon was restricted from the sense of sight, courtesy of a hastily ribbon of duct tape stuck across their eyes.
Ceebee gasped, looking left and right at her two beaming colleagues. "Okay, before I step paw in there, I need to know - this still isn't a jump-in, right?"
Loose crossed his arms and shook his head disappointedly, mumbling, "Man, you really need to know how to let go of a grudge. No, Ceebs, that 'Mon in there is a fuckin', dirty, Johto Nine-Stars employee, or whatever."
The Zoroark furrowed her brows. She knew what that meant.
She turned back to Loose, who was leaning on the wall. He stretched his neck, speaking gruffly, "Found him passed out in the van during Operation Beanspill. His bu-"
"Okay, okay, wait-" butted in Ceebee, glaring intensely at the Liepard now. "Why on this damn planet did you call it Operation Beanspill, of all things?"
Moodas squirmed under the dark type's presence.
"'Cause I spilled da beans…"
Loose and Ceebee stared at the Liepard. Now that they thought about it, neither of them was sure when exactly they had become acquaintances with Moodas.
"Okay, well it's official." interjected the Lycanroc, "Anyways, during the op, he was knocked out in the van when we tossed it off the road. I'm pretty sure he had a buddy with 'im, but he must've booked it by the time he realised they'd been had."
Ceebee tugged about with the bandana around her neck, murmuring, "Hmm… I see." She then took a moment to think, before continuing, "Did he have any goods on him?"
"Yes… Our five kilos." joked the Lycanroc, earning a rather unamused expression from the shorter Zoroark. "Aside from that, nah. Kinda smelled, though."
"Well, should we shake 'im down?" asked Ceebee.
"By that, if you mean I shake him down while you ask the questions, then sure." sighed Loose, pulling out a similarly coloured bandana from his fur, and wrapping it around his maw.
Ceebee stretched her arms, and took a deep breath. Next, she turned to the Liepard, who had a look of excitement on their face.
"Okay Moods, open the door for us."
"Sure… wait - Do you guys need to wear your bandanas if he's got a blindfol-"
"Moods, open the damn door."
"Okay, okay… he can't even see you guys…"
Moodas ran to another section of the main room, weaving in and out of Pokemon, and thus out of sight. Before Ceebee had any time for small talk with her partner, the Liepard returned, with a key in his mouth.
"Try not to, y'know, make a mess." warned the Liepard, skillfully opening the door by inserting the key into the keyhole using his teeth.
The large, bulky door moved loudly, not without putting up a fight, but with the help of Loose, Moodas was able to pull the entrance open.
Loose stepped through, followed by Ceebee. Behind the large Lyrcanroc, the Zoroark couldn't see a thing aside from his wide, furry back muscles. Once he stepped to the side, Ceebee got a good look at the defeated Empoleon in the shadow cast by her own frame.
Immediately, they came to, and started flailing wildly, screaming and sputtering all the while.
"Hmm…? Q-Quoi…? Q-Qu'est ce que je fous là? Ou'est l-MMM!"
Loose visibly cringed, quickly running over to the chair to hold him in place, as well as his beak shut.
"I probably should've gagged him." admitted Loose, not enjoying the feeling of a struggling beak within his claws. "C'mon, hold still, you."
The Empoleon didn't seem to rest. If anything, their struggle for freedom continued ten-fold.
"Mind giving me a hand, Ceebee?" asked the Lycanroc, having half a mind to bite down on the Empoleon's head.
Ceebee sneered, and cracked her knuckles. In sooth, she had been waiting for a moment like this to reappear for a long time. In two fluid movements, she readied a closed fist, then sent it flying toward the Empoleon's stomach.
The blindfolded Empoleon let out a muffled groan, followed by silence and cooperation. On the other hand, Ceebee clutched her right wrist, and bit her teeth.
"...Fffffuck…!" she screamed internally.
"Yo, I didn't know you were just gonna up and punch a steel type. I thought you were gonna… I dunno, do some Ceebee magic?" mused Loose, cringing twice now. "It was kinda badass, I'll give ya that."
"I don't know why I did that either - I can only give sweet low kicks." she moaned, flicking her hand up and down. "Okay, whatever," Ceebee said inwardly, turning her attention to the incapacitated Empoleon. "We're gonna ask you questions, and you're gonna answer to guarantee your safety. Got it?"
The bound victim made a muffled sound. Between Loose's firm grip, it was a cry of compliance.
"Great. So, who are you?"
The Empoleon immediately gasped for air once released from the Lycanroc's crude hold. "Eugh," they moaned in a deep, female register. "I don't know who you are, so why should I tell you that?"
"Fine," declared the Zoroark. "My name is C. I'm a Pikachu. My friend behind you is named…?"
"Hi, I'm L." said Loose, waving his hand unnecessarily. "I'm also a Pikachu."
"Big claws for a Pikachu, do you not think?" remarked the water and steel type.
Loose dismissed Ceebee's humourless glare, saying. "Oh, lighten up, Rambo."
The Zoroark sighed, "Well, do you wanna give us a name?"
"No. Next question." coldly replied the Empoleon.
"Who do you work for?"
"Ta mere."
Ceebee raised an eyebrow, before looking at Loose.
The Lycanroc sheepishly looked away, before answering, "Your mother."
Gritting her teeth, Ceebee felt her arms shake and claws brandish themselves. Though it was only for a second, any longer and she knew she'd burst from outrage. Thankfully, she remembered what happens when you try and punch a metal wall, and satiated her anger.
"Bitch…" she whispered to herself, before voicing aloud to the Empoleon, "Okay… I see how it's gonna be; you're pissed." in a tone behind gnashed fangs. Looking at her colleague, she said, "L, I'm gonna take a break. Could you make sure she talks when I get back?"
"Got it." Loose wandered from around the back of the chair to escort the Zoroark out. "Never hit a woman before, but there's a first for everything, I suppose."
Ceebee stepped through the metal doors, meeting an awkward expression on Moodas' face, who waited outside with anticipation.
Hearing the door close, and the darkness settle in, Loose smiled maliciously as he began to feel more and more in his element. He took a deep breath, and cracked his knuckles.
"By the way, between you 'n' I?" he whispered, uncharacteristically softly, "I used to be a pacifist."
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Okie, that should settle the score. I did a lot more in one day than I did the last, I don't know, amount of months. A massive thanks to my discord server, That Universe, and everyone that's still reading up to this day. I know for a fact I wouldn't be able to do it without you.
There was supposed to be a post-credits scene, but I got too lazy. So, I encourage you to use your imagination! In this scene, Julley nearly steps on a gstunfisk! That was a close one, Julley!
Take care everyone.
-LuanOTP