Anomaly

Chapter 6: The Bonds We Forge

Chapter 6: The Bonds We Forge

The sky was dimming as I made my way through the forest, my thoughts still spinning from my goodbye with Ed. The day had been long, and now the Buzzilatian Forest stretched out before me, dark and looming. Every rustle of leaves or chirp of a wild Pokémon made my heart race just a little faster. The encounter with that Beedrill earlier hadn’t left my mind, and the idea of spending the night in this place sent chills down my spine.

Glameow and Wurmple’s Poké Balls were secured on my belt, but that wasn’t enough to make me feel safe. I sighed, wishing Ed were still with me. The idea of facing the wild, especially in the dark, wasn’t as thrilling as it had seemed back in the professor’s lab.

I glanced up. The sun had nearly set, casting long shadows across the forest floor. It was getting harder to see where I was going, and the deeper I went, the more twisted and eerie the trees seemed to become. My legs felt heavy, tired from the day’s events, and a gnawing sense of unease grew in my chest.

Just as I was trying to calm myself, a low, menacing buzz reached my ears. My heart dropped. Turning slowly, I saw them—several Beedrill emerging from the trees, their stingers gleaming in the fading light. My knees turned to jelly.

It was them. The Beedrill from earlier—and they looked angry.

I stumbled back a few steps, my mind racing. Their sharp wings sliced through the air, and their eyes glinted with vengeance. My breath hitched. What was I supposed to do? They were coming for me, and fast.

“W-Wurmple, help!” I called, fumbling for her Poké Ball. I wasn’t sure what she could do, but I had to try something. With a flash of light, Wurmple appeared, her small body trembling as she faced the swarm of Beedrill.

I hurriedly grabbed my Pokédex, scanning Wurmple in a panic. “String Shot and Poison Sting,” I muttered. Not exactly a lot to work with, but it had to do. “Wurmple, use String Shot! Aim for their wings!”

Wurmple obeyed, shooting a thin thread of silk toward the group. The sticky web latched onto a few of the Beedrill’s wings, but they barely slowed down. Their wings buzzed harder, easily breaking free from the strands. The attack did nothing.

The Beedrill weren’t just annoyed now—they were furious.

“Oh, no,” I whispered. My heart pounded as they closed in, their stingers gleaming. I could feel my legs shaking. There was no way I could fight them off.

Panicking, I returned Wurmple to her Poké Ball. I didn’t want her to get hurt. My mind raced, but I could barely think straight. Should I run? Scream? Nothing seemed like a real option.

The Beedrill had me cornered. I was trapped. The buzzing grew louder, their stingers ready to strike. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the worst.

Suddenly, there was a sharp yowl. I opened my eyes just in time to see Glameow leap out of her Poké Ball, her fur bristling as she faced the Beedrill head-on.

“Glameow?!” I gasped, completely shocked. I hadn’t called for her. She had come out on her own!

Without waiting for my command, Glameow opened her mouth wide and unleashed a blast of icy wind—Blizzard! The freezing gusts collided with the Beedrill, trapping them in a thick layer of ice. I stared, completely dumbfounded as their buzzing slowed, the frost coating their bodies.

“Glameow, how—?” I started, but before I could finish, she followed up with another attack. Her claws glowed with a dark purple eerie light as she slashed through the air—Shadow Claw.

The frozen Beedrill, clearly spooked by the sheer force of Glameow’s attack, hesitated before turning tail and buzzing away as fast as their icy wings could carry them.