Sky's Amulet (Skylox)

Should Be Chapter 11

((OOOOKAY sorry I forgot I had a fanfic to update whoa. I'm trying to update like, ASAP so this will be quite short. No promises, but I'll try to update sooner to make up for the short chapter. Man I actually had to read chapter 10 all over just to remember what happened in my own fic. Anyways, thanks for 2k+ reads uwu))

Days have passed and the frog and mudkip are now human and in suits. The thing is they haven't woken up yet. They're just snoring and taking up the couches. The potion is meant for inanimate objects and not animals after all. Seto never said anything about the potion being harmful to animals and didn't even stop me when I said what I was humanizing. I guess it just takes longer for them. That or they're just lazy.

Ty didn't even care when he wanted to sit on the couch and watch TV. He just sat on the frog's face like nothing was there. That's a lucky frog. Man, now a sleeping humanized animal gets more action than I do. That's not fair.

Weeks later, Ty and I awoke to find the door open and the frog and mudkip gone. We went out to search for them, bringing food and swords just in case the search took longer than expected. We went to the swamp biome nearby to see if they returned there. Of course, the walk there was longer than it should be because Ty still has his strong curiosity with animals. What a child.

Getting what we expected, the two hopped around the lily pads, splashing water at each other and laughing. I went up to them and did the proper greeting and introducing along with explaining how they became human. Ty wandered away while we warmed up to each other. He didn't wander too far though. He just walked along the shore. He started talking to something in the water when I would glance to check up on him, but I didn't pay him much mind. I thought it was just another Enderman, and completely brushed off the fact that Endermen hate water and aren't blue. I was more interested in the conversation I had with the amphibians now identifying themselves as Quentin and Dakota.

They had quite interesting backgrounds actually. Quentin explained to me how it is to be a Pokèmon and how it feels to be forcibly captured and put into battle the first time you come out of a ball. He describes it as something cruel till his former master put him in more battles and he started being more competitive and it actually began to be fun. Now that he thinks of it, he doesn't remember his master ever treating him with love or care, all they did was feed him when necessary. There was nothing but food and battles and the fact that it didn't bother Quentin at that time and he never even thought about it disturbs him. He has no idea what happened to his master or who they are now, he just vaguely remembers them. This actually made me have second thoughts about capturing pokèmon, until Quentin assured me that if he were to be captured again, he'd want the captor to ask for consent to be along side with them and fight battles. He isn't really into the idea of catching animals to make them fight till they have to go to a hospital. But, according to him, pokèmons have their own different reactions to being caught and thrown into battle.

Dakota would tell me about how it is to be a tadpole, and how being able to walk on land for the first time is like a frog's "awkward stage". He told me how flies taste like, which was actually pretty gross. He said his favorite food are dragonflies and beetles. Dakota then told stories about his adventure for new types of food that's way out of a frog's choices of food. He ate things way too bizarre for a frog. Even me! He said he ate a scorpion, a mouse, and a baby bird. He said he stopped his adventure when the mama bird came back and almost pecked him to death. He ran away with her baby in his mouth and into the water so she couldn't get him. Then he stocked to just eating dragonflies. That is, until he ate so much none of them even came around anymore because he practically are them all and none of them could reproduce.

They both insisted in staying at the swamp instead of the house. They wanted to be close to their home and they're totally content with it. But now that they're human, I offered to drop by again to bring some necessary stuff they'd need for survival. Because as humans, eating a raw fly, where ever it could have been, is terrible for the body and they could become sick. They understood, and with their new taste buds, Dakota hated the taste of dragonflies now.

I scoffed in amusement. After a while, I let them be to discover things through new eyes on their own. Then I realized Ty was gone and he was nowhere in sight. I ran through the jungle biome, frantically whipping my head left and right in hopes of seeing Ty. God, I have to keep that guy on a leash. He could've ran into some hostile animals from the mod or a creeper snuck up on him or worse. Maybe he's at home. It isn't too far from here, anyways. But what could've happened that was so important that Ty didn't even bother to tell me he was leaving? I was a bit uneasy about the situation.

Arriving home, I could head Ty's gentle laughter behind the door. Opening it, I found him on the couch sitting next to a blue man. His shade of blue is hideously recognizable. In fact, he is nothing but that ugly shade of blue from his sweater to his pants to his skin and even his hair. Literally everything about him is blue. Terrifyingly recognizable tentacles sprouting from his back laid disgustingly all over my couch. It's slimy and shiny texture not easing my thoughts on the couch being clean now that the horrible creature has sat on it. The moment I looked at him, I knew who he was, and I immediately hated him. I hated how he is even in my house. I hate how he's talking to Ty. I hate him himself. That stupid fake "greeting" smile he shot me. He's hiding something. I know it. It's all just for show to make Ty believe he's a good person.

"Hey Adam! This is-"

"Get him out of here." I interrupted. I brows furrowed. I didn't even care that Ty left without me knowing. I want this poor excuse of a living being out of my house. "What?" Ty was a little worried. Scared, even. He glanced quickly at the piece of shit on my couch and gulped. "Adam, he's okay. He's my friend-"

"Don't you fucking dare call that thing that." I stopped talking to Ty and directed my attention to the asshole mouthed creature. "Get the fuck out of here." I raised my voice a little, daring to step closer. "Adam! Stop-!" Ty tried holding me back. The bastard scoffed and shook his head. "Hey, man, I don't know what your deal is-"

"You know fucking well what my deal is! Get out before I make you!" I was starting to yell. I was so clouded with anger that I paid no attention to Ty's pleading eyes and hugs to hold me back. "Okay, sure, I do. But I'm not like the ones you're mad at." The shit head kept his cool. I hated that. "If anything, I would've kidnapped your boyfriend here, but I didn't. I could steal all your butter and swim away with it. But I didn't. You can trust me." He smirked. I huffed angrily, wanting to punch that smirk right off him. "I don't care. Get out!" I was starting to push Ty away, ignoring his terrified pleads to leave him alone. No, it, alone. "You're making this harder that it should be-" it began. "Get the fuck out!" If Ty didn't have his hands on my wrists restraining me from punching it, I would've already. "Your boyfriend wants me to stay." He glanced at Ty. "Don't even look at him. Get. Out." A hand escaped Ty's grip. I grabbed it by the collar. "Don't come back. Don't even go anywhere near here. Stay the fuck away!" My other hand escaped his grip an I punched it in the face before dragging him out my door and literally throwing him out. I closed the door before Ty could get out to help it out.

"Adam what the fuck are you doing?!" Ty yelled at me. "Don't you dare ever talk to it again. Don't even look at it. And I do not want it it in my house ever again." I said like a stern mother. "He's okay! He's cool! Why can't you just put aside your stupid hate for squids and just let it go for once?!" Ty reached for the doorknob. I grabbed his wrist and pulled it away from it. "No. You're not even gonna go out to console it." I tried to not yell at him. I talked in a harsh tone through my teeth. Ty looked up at me in both anger and fear. "Forget about it. Go do something else." I instructed him almost angrily. I loosened my grip on his wrist and he took his hand back slowly, obviously scared of me. He kept eye contact with me till he slowly walked up the stairs to play on the computer in my room. I locked all my doors and windows, closing the blinds and even padlocking the doorknobs shut.

I looked over to the couch that is damp not only with water, but whatever that gross slimy shit that those stupid tendrils made. I made my way upstairs, going into my room to find Ty under the bed sheet covers instead of playing on my computer. I sat above the covers, cooling down from how angry I was to simply see it in my house. It isn't okay. It just isn't. Especially the past we shared. I don't hate someone like that for no reason.

"Adam, do you know him? Why do you hate him?" Ty said quietly, peeking out of the bed sheets.

And it certainly isn't something I wanna talk about

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