Guzma x Reader The Earth's End

I

It was hard to believe that only two months ago this place was known for its beauty. That clear water ran in small streams and the ground was in some places choked with lush undergrowth.

But now most of the plants were poison or killed by the blasts, with the only safe thing being a few tough bushes and barely-regrowing ferns poking up though the earth. Trees survived better than anything, surprisingly, but even those weren't exactly in the best condition.

Where once wild Pokèmon meant a small inconvenience at worst and a new friend at best, they were now the harbingers of death. Overgrown bodies, twisted limbs, jaws with giant teeth meant to rip flesh from bone, every dog or cat-like Pokèmon were the worst. Their sense of smell was unrivaled and they had no other thought than the primal urge to feed.

And Arceus, they were fast.

Flying types made going out alone extremely dangerous, and Bug types were known to drain a person to nothing in less than a minute. Everywhere you went there was death, and pain, and destruction.

More than once, you'd considered just letting them eat you. But you were far too stubborn for that.

The only Pokèmon untainted by the radiation were the ones in PokèBalls, and a lot of those got real sick after being exposed to the outside world one too many times.

It had almost killed you when you had to bury your Arcanine. You'd found a little sapling to plant over his grave. It was beautiful now.

One of the hardest things to do was find enough food. All the markets and Pokèmon Centers were looted and robbed almost immediately, so now there were only uninhabited houses to rummage through, and not many of them were available. The big cities were the places that were hit the hardest, the ones where the most people would be killed.

So now you moved as quietly as you could, down what was left of Route 17, praying there would be something, anything, in the old Police Station down the road. Rain started to fall, only in a drizzle at first, but you had the feeling it was going to get worse.

You kept casting glances up at the cloudy sky, watching for a hint of the sharp-beaked death that flew up there. But this time, the danger wasn't a mutant out to devour your corpse.

When someone grabbed hold of your wrist, your immediate response was to wrench yourself away and go straight for the throat. These days, humans were just as dangerous as the things that hunted them.

Your attempted death blow was blocked and you were knocked aside once again, allowing you to actually see who it was that touched you. There were actually four of them. Four dirty, half-clothed men, who obviously hadn't seen a woman in Arceus knows how long.

You hissed in an attempt to look threatening as they circled you, laughing and licking their lips.

"Well, ain't you a purdy thang!"

"Wanna play for a bit, girly?"

"How about we go somewhere quieter, huh?"

You whipped your head from side to side in an effort to keep all of them in your sights, panic going steadily up. But one against four is almost impossible odds, and you had no kind of training to protect yourself from this kind of attack.

One distracted you in front while another jumped on you from behind, his filthy reek making you gag. The others helped hold you down, pulling at your clothes, your kicking and screaming doing nothing.

You managed to bite one in the arm and he howled like a wounded animal. The slap to the face that followed sent stars dancing across your vision.

What a way to die, eh? After surviving hell itself, this is all you get. You grit your teeth, trying not to show your terror.

And just when you thought that your death was here, another crew erupted from the trees and scraggly bushes on the edge of the road, overtaking the four men and beating them down. One helped you to your feet, even going so far as to try and dust off your filthy clothes.

There were five of them, three boys, all with blue hair and blue eyes, and two girls, both with hot pink hair. Most of their clothes colors seemed to be shades of black, though white and grey were present as well.

"Are you okay miss?" One of the bluenets stood awkwardly in front of you, like he wasn't sure if the concern would be welcome.

"I'm fine... I think. I'm (Y/N). Who are you?"

The boy motioned around his group and said, "Us boys are J, K, and M, the girls are Y and Q."

That was really weird, but you weren't going to say that to the people that probably just saved your life. But why would they? They didn't know you, had never seen you before in their lives, so why? What did they want from you?

You narrowed your eyes and took a step back. "I don't have any food, if that's what you want. Don't have much of anything, really."

J shook his head. "Naw, we ain't here for that. See, these guys were in our territory, and we got some rules about that. We'd have left 'em alone, just let 'em go on through, but you break the rules you pay the price. We're gunna have to take you all back Home, let our boy Guzma give a verdict."

"I am not going anywhere with you." You spat the words, taking another step back.

J held up his hands in a placating gesture and said, "Now, don't be so hasty. Our boy's gunna need you to tell him what happened, see, so that these guys get what's comin' to 'em. You can leave right after if that's still what you want." Seeing your obvious reluctance he added, "And we'll feed ya."

You finally gave in, letting J take your arm and lead you along while the others bound and gagged your attackers before forcing them to walk.

Your thoughts whirled. What was going to happen? Where was their home? How many of them were there?

And who was Guzma?