"Okay, Serperior, the sun's goin' down", Oshawott murmured under his hiding spot. A Mincinno, with his extra large ears, heard the remark. "Aye Boys", He said, "Found 'Im!". Oshawott started to sweat as they walked to his hiding spot. Now, this would have been the point where you would ask "OSHAWOTT, WHY AREN'T YOU USING THAT SHELL OF YOURS TO DEFEND YOURSELF?!" Well, Oshawott can transform his shell into a Sword-like object, a skill that has less of a chance than being shiny. If Oshawott uses it in battle, his life will be ruined, it's almost too powerful to have. Oshawott could kill them just by thrusting it. He doesn't want that.
Oshawott was so busy reflecting on the fact that he could kill them, that he forgot he was being dragged to about a month of pain. "Do you even have any more hiding spots left, faggot?", a Tyrogue started 5 inches away from Oshawott, as he was being held down. "Like, seriously, this is the... 6th year mark as we started fixing your face?" he said, even closer now. "Just give up, man, niggas like you are the kind of thing this world don't need" Tyrougue then spat on Oshawott's face. he turned and said 4 words that made Oshawott almost sick. "clean 'Im up, boys".
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Oshawott x Snivy
RomanceA suicidal Oshawott feels he is bringing nothing to the world. For the past 6 years, he has been brutally beaten constantly. As he's about to slit his wrists, he finds that maybe some pokemon aren't that bad...
