Snivy woke up, soaking, freezing, scared. She looked up, and Oshawott was staring straight ahead, again with that scared look in his eyes. Snivy noticed his stained fur. "Oshawott..." Snivy tried to say something, but was interrupted by him. "I killed him." Snivy's eyes widened, while her pupils shrank. "I killed that boy." Snivy looked around, and saw Tyrouge lying there, with a large stab mark going through his back. Both of them started to sob. "Oshawott, why?!" Snivy said through tears and hyperventilation. " THEY WERE GOING TO KILL YOU!! I'M NOT EVER GOING TO SIT THERE AND WATCH YOU GET HURT!" Snivy pulled Oshawott close with a vine. "Just calm down, lets work through this." Oshawott soaked his face in the water of the fountain.
Once Oshawott got back out, Snivy noticed something peculiar. The gash wwent all they way through Tyrouge, It was too thin too get his shell through, and too deep for it to go through. "Oshawott, what did you do to him?!" Figuring he had reached rock bottom, he pulled off his shell, covered with blood. He gave it a little swing, and a foot-long, cyan blade came out of the top of his shell. Snivy gasped " I-Is that..?" "Yes." Snivy forgot about this when she shivered. It was a cold Winter night, around 20 degrees, and here was Snivy, a cold blooded animal, wet. She needed warmth. Oshawott noticed this. "Don't worry, I know someone who can help you and I. She might be at a party right now...."
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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...
