Me: Muwehehehehe...
Star: Kekekekekeke...
Me: MUWEHEhehehehe...
Star: KEKEKEKEKEKEKE-
Me: Star, stop it. You sound like a gengar.
Star: You sound like you're choking.
Me: ;_;
Star: ;D
Me: ...Muwehehe...
Star: Kekekekekekeke-
Fang: AWOOOOO-GAH.
Star: BATTLE CRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!
Shard: WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE.
Me: I've skipped an afternoon nap. :)
Star: WE ALL HAVE!
Fang: That's the face of insanity, young Pokeymanz.
Me: Which one?
Fang: This. :)
Me: Ohhh. :)
Star: :)
Shard: *Explodes*
Me: And thus concludes the Random Hour. Thanks for tuning in, fellow madmen and madwomen! *Waves spatula in farewell and proceeds to slap Star with it*
(Looking back on this A/N, I realize how stupid and random it actually is. Too lazy to change it... You're welcome. ;P)
Shard's POV
There was no sand. There was no ocean. There was no blood. I awoke to a new scene, a pleasant scene, with comfortable bundles of straw and distant specks of sunshine highlighting dewy grass and diverse flowers. The material tucked around my aching figure should've felt comfortable or, in the very least, safe. Though I felt cold; cold and dark and alone. My first impulse was to panic, and I didn't know why for a moment, but my tear-marked cheeks and missing necklace and missing friends soon reminded me of a bitter reunion. Memories I wished never existed twisted across my pounding head, and images clear as lakes manifested in my thoughts: a fanged grin of rotten, jagged teeth; shallow irises of gold; a static-laden mane...
I had nearly died during the night-only a bloody jaw's length away from Arceus' painless haven. Answerless mysteries and questions cascaded my mind. The frustration of it all evolved into horrific torment and I anxiously gripped brittle tufts of straw, fighting the childish tears that threatened to dampen the ground once more.
Ever since Thunder had settled in Sugarcane, I realized my life spiraled through dreaded change, and the grudging luxray's attacks would only become more frequent. The greedy electric-type valued popularity over any Pokémon's life and so I could never feel secure, not even when rimmed with warm, plush straw, since a beast with deranged bloodlust prowled. It terrified me that this nightmare structured my life. In a haste to find answers, I scrambled up in a flurry of tawny bedding, roughly scraping my paw pads against the freezing ground of slate, but none of my stressful questions could be eased since the den was empty.
Almost empty.
"P-Peta-?" A coughing fit pained my lungs. With such a strained throat, I couldn't so much as yelp or squeak in alarm at the leafeon's bandaged limbs or marred pelt or unconscious state or... or anything about her. Even a pitched squeal would've reassured me better than the frail rasp purging itself from my chest. Comparing myself to my friend, though-my silent, limpid, broken friend-had me quaking with tears. I had the ignorance to feel so awful, so incredibly injured and desolate and oppressed earlier, despite not a scratch grazing my skin.
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Thunder and Ice (Jolteon x Glaceon) {Pokemon}
FanfictionSugarcane Forest. It's home to a timid, self-conscious Glaceon, a manipulative Luxray, and a quirky Jolteon that's new to these trees. After moving, Thunder never expected such horrific chaos-or to be engulfed right into it. Now turmoil ensues and T...
