"I knew I shouldn't have trusted you with Metagross!" Matt shouted while petting his steel/psychic type, glaring at Tord. The Norski rolled his eyes while dusting off his uniform. He threw a pokebean for Flareon to catch in it's mouth.
"Just be thankful I didn't melt the thing," Tord sneered back at Matt, Flareon agreeing by sneezing out a small flame. Matt was the only one that didn't hate the Norwegian commie, because of his neutrality to fire types (Tom and Edd are both weak to Tord's flames). The only Pokemon that Matt has that is weak to fire is Metagross, and he thought it was a good idea to let Tord watch the steel type while Matt was getting take-out. The ginger kept petting his beloved floating computer, it making a whirring noise, presumably purring. Flareon accidentally burnt the poor thing while playing with each other, Tord not watching them of course. Or he didn't care.
"Are you okay now, Meta?" Matt asked his fellow psychic. It nodded slightly, floating away to go somewhere far away from the fire master, possibly to Tom's room (to cool down ;3). The psychic sent a short message to his companion with his telekinesis to watch out for Weavile and to not get hurt by the dark type. He then grabbed his satchel with his other Pokemon and went over to Edd's room, where he was drawing in his bright room with plants growing in every corner. Matt had to squint his eyes at the harsh light from being in Tord's dark room, the only source of light was the torches on the walls.
Edd usually let all his pocket monsters roam free around his room, so the ginger was greeted by Trevenant and Sceptile, both being happy at the sight of him. Matt smiled and brofisted the two grass types. He walked over to his friend and sat in the extra chair next to Edd's desk. Everyone knew not to interrupt the artist when he was in "the zone" so the psychic looked at his necklace to see what Metagross was doing. He saw the psychic /steel type communicating with Tom's Froslass. Matt smiled seeing Meta safe in Tom's room. He jumped a little when he heard Edd talking to him.
"What happened this time?" He asked Matt with a smirk. Edd knew it was with Tord. Every single problem that happened with their Pokemon had to do with Tord.
"Tord's Flareon burnt Meta..." Matt said sadly. This was the first time Metagross got hurt, because it was too smart to get hurt in the first place. But it let its guard down around the eon, them being friends. Matt just wished that he could see the future, so nothing bad would happen to any of his Pokemon.
"Tord's an asshole, Matt. You shouldn't be surprised a problem happened to you with him," the gardener patted the ginger on the back, putting a small smile on his face. Edd's basically the group's therapist, helping everyone's problems, even Tord's.
"Thanks Edd, you really-" Matt's sentence got cut off by a message from Metagross.
It sounded scared.
Matt rushed out of Edd's room, grabbing his satchel in case he needed to fight. Edd let him go, knowing Matt's got it. The gardener turned back around and continued drawing, not worried about the situation too much. 'He's definitely got it, I'm sure,'
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WHOOOOO THAT WENT OFF WITH A BANG! So, I'm planning on continuing this story in a few days, gotta update my other story too, y'know? And I wanted some suggestions and requests for this story. If you have suggestions for my second story, comment there. I don't want them mixed up :/
See ya dudes later!~
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