PMD - Cost of time

The Loner

A young weedle was quivering and sobbing in fear, as a group of aggressive pokemon approached her. She couldn't do anything other than pray for some kind of miracle, hope for something that would save her from the wild ground types which were coming closer, presumably wanting to kill her. She closed her eyes as she slowly came to the realization that there was no one there to save her, and more likely than not, nobody would come for her either. She didn't tell anyone where she went, and by the time someone would find her, if that ever were to happen, she would most likely be long gone. Aside from the footsteps of the approaching sandshrews and sandiles, she also heard other footsteps. Heavier and more intimidating footsteps, also coming closer at an alarming rate. But when she opened her eyes again, she didn't see a giant nidoking, swampert or krookodile, but instead a blastoise running as fast as it could, with a pink scarf indicating that he was not a wild pokemon, but instead likely there to rescue her.

The Blastoise shot hydro pumps out of his cannons, precise enough to only hit the wild pokemon, but not the weedle. He blasted away the pokemon attacking the weedle, while just shoving away any of the ground types that tried to attack him. Both the pokemon he hit with the hydro pumps, as well as the ones he merely shoved to the side quickly evaporated into smoke. Once he was close enough, the blastoise quickly picked up the weedle.

"Don't worry, I got you, and I'll get you out of here." The blastoise spoke in a strong, yet calming voice, as he tightly held the little weedle in his arms, so it wouldn't fall down. She felt secure in the arms of the big pokemon, at least compared to previously, and just tried to relax as the water type did his job.

The Blastoise glanced around, before running deeper into the dungeon they're in, hoping to find the exit. He could easily deal with the wild pokemon without even using any of his actual attacks, so it was only a matter of time until they reached the end of the dungeon, and the way out that comes with it.

"Oh, thank you so much!" The beedrill already repeated herself several times, but she really couldn't thank the Blastoise enough for bringing her daughter back. "Could I maybe invite you to dinner? Saving her from that dungeon must have been tiring! How about you rest at our house? We have a free bed for you and-"

"No, it's okay." The Blastoise slowly shook his head. "You don't need to do anything for me. It wouldn't be fair to expect a reward for something I volunteered for for free. Also, I don't want to make this day any more exhausting for you than it already is."

"You wouldn't be a bother at all, but I get it, you're probably pretty busy, and I don't want to waste any of your time."

"Right… Busy…" The blastoise scratched the back of his head, trying to come up with more specific reasons as to why he couldn't stay. "Anyways, I gotta go now… You know, do some… Busy stuff…" He gave up on making something up.

Ignoring the weird phrasing of what he said, Blastoise turned around and left. It probably would've been nice to accept the Beedrill's offer, but Blastoise knew that the longer he would stay, the more it would hurt to say goodbye. Even if this mindset led to him being very lonely for the past decades, centuries even, he thought it was for the best. The majority of his life was filled with pain and grief, and the only way out was cutting most people out of his life, since if he never got attached to anyone, he wouldn't be sad when they inevitably left him for good for one reason or another. He would look for people in need, help them, and then leave before they could create any sort of connection. This was his life, and he wouldn't dare change anything about it.

He walked around, without much thought of where to go. Maybe he should just head home for the night, afterall he already completed a mission, and that is where most people draw the line, but then again, he would probably have time to do other stuff too. But then, before he could decide on what to do,  the blastoise could hear somebody calling out for him. He looked around, until he could see the amped toxtricity shouting for him.