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Mixturing Moves - Chapter 29
AN: Going to briefly say that after this chapter comes out, MM along with M&T2 will be put on a massive hold due to me wanting to finish plotting the entirety of my two fics' chapters along with the latter three planned fanfics: M&T3, M&T4, and M&T5. I'm doing this because life keeps seeming rather unpredictable these days. So as much fun as writing these fics blind can be, I can't continue writing my fics like this. I don't know how long it'll take me to finish plotting MM plus the M&T series, but do know that I'll fight tooth and nail to get them plotted!
With that AN out of the way, enjoy Chapter 29 and see you all again whenever my fics are plotted into completion!
The crew traverses through the valley: The grass dulling, the trees wilting with a few being on its side. Houses lie around the valley's village—paints having since been dried as they too lie crumble on its side. The crew gazes around, caution scattering over them. It doesn’t help when the sky is clouding the area overall, blocking off the sun’s peaceful rays.
Lucas nibbles his paws, quavering. “Guys…” His eyes turns left to right. “This place is scaring me more and more.” He looks at a nearby tree branch, expecting it to snap: It doesn’t.
No wind blows, no leaves falling—everything is completely muted.
Mark and Natalie scoot close to Jimmy, the two’s ears lowering. “I...got to agree.” The Riolu whines. “Something’s up with this place, and it’s nothing good.”
“Y-Yeah.” Natalie whimpers. “I don’t like how quiet it is.”
“Almost too quiet, if you ask me,” Ashen agrees, folding his arms. “Doesn’t help when the place looks unsettling and barren.”
Claire eyes around, succumbing to thoughts while focusing on the knocked over houses and trees. Her once pepper expression soon devolves into vigilant countenance, the Shinx snarling.
Natalie takes notice, tensing up. “Uh...The lack of excitement from you doesn’t bow well, huh?”
Claire shakes her head. “Not at all, my mistress.” The Shinx glances at a decaying flower, its once white feature diminishing—succumbing to the dark grays. “The presence here are far more negative than I’ve anticipated.” She gets in front of the crew, sheer grimness striking at their view. “I like the disturbance, but I cannot say the same for this environment.” Her head shakes. “I’m not fond of where this may lead.”
“Neither am I, mate!” Lucas chimes in, staring around in uneasiness.
Jimmy nods. “This place is quite perturb.” Shudders. “Not sure I’d want to stay here during any vacation, hah hah...”
“Who in their right mind would!?” Lucas shakes his head.
Claire shrugs. “I mean, I would...once the presence subsides.”
The Furret glances at her. “We know: You’re weird like that.”
Claire rolls her eyes, moving forward. “None of you besides my mistress will ever understand the art of the disturb.”
Mark scratches the back of his head. “Um...Sorry?”
Natalie laughs softly. In fairness, I don’t understand either...
The crew continues on, coming across a curvy pathway: Brief trees shrouding over it. Despite the spiraling path, everyone sees something vague and stoic behind all of those leaves afar. The group trails around the bushes, glancing at the decaying nature around them.
The group soon leaves the path, eyeing ahead at a huge, lone statue in the center of the valley: A humanoid entity poses with its arm extending towards itself while forming a fist with its other hand, the statue drowning itself in dirt and debris. Hexagonal shapes litter throughout its physique, pertaining windows on its eyes while a door resides on its left foot. Behind the statue is a half torn tail, the other half sitting motionless.
“Whoa…” Everyone simply says, astonishment painting them.
“What a huge and amazing looking statue!” Natalie wags her tail.
Mark wags along. “I know, right?”
Lucas whistles. “That thing looking real great, alright!”
Ashen smiles, his hand on his side. “Agreed. Despite the ruined state, it still looks pretty awesome and imposing, in a way.”
Natalie squeals. “It’s so cool!”
Claire nods. “I concur. Perhaps not as cool as the times I’ve spent serving you, Mistress. But I would indeed put something like this up there as one of those ‘cool’ things in this realm.”
Natalie laughs softly. “You and this mistress thing is certainly something alright.”
The Shinx lowers her ears, her head shaking—eyes closing. “It will all make sense soon, I assure you.”
Mark, Natalie, Lucas, and Ashen quirk their brows at the lynx. Cryptic much? they all think.
Cerise is too busy gazing at the statue, contemplation creeping over him. He looks at the torn tail, the serpentine wings, the protrusions striking from its neck and head—he’s entranced by it all. His head tilts, quietness spiraling.
That is until he conveys a silent, “Hmm…”
Jimmy’s hands rest on his hips. “Pretty magnificent, huh Cerise?”
“...Yeah.” Cerise crawls forward, stopping himself. “It’s pretty intriguing. And…”
Jimmy eyes the blob. “And…?”
Cerise stares at the statue for what felt like hours more. “And fami—“
“Z...ar...e...”
The voices.
Cerise looks off. Huh…?
“...yg...d…”
The voices grow.
Cerise grunts. Ugh...What in the—
“Z...ar...e…”
“...yg...d…”
“Z...ar...e…”
“...yg...d…”
The blob pants, clenching his singular eye shut. What is… He whines.
The voices heighten, repeating those same words over and over in the blob’s head. Cerise stares down, his eye shooting open: Expanding, paranoia commencing. His ‘tail’ clenches his head, the blob quivering and shaking—whimpers escaping.
The gang looks at him into confusion, Natalie lowering her ears. “Um, Cerise?”
The voices… Cerise sweats, the blob’s pupil shrinking, the voices never stop speaking those words: Over and over, louder and louder. He swerves side to side, a pit in his stomach succumbing ever more into distress. The voices. The voices. The voices. THE VOICES. He whines once more. THEY. CAN’T. STOP.
Claire frowns. “It seems our companion here is undergoing something…” She lifts a paw. “Abysmal, per say.”
“Oh really, mate? I thought he was thinking about going on a nice vacation to a resort island!” Lucas throws his arms up. “No flipping KIDDING he’s going through something bad: He’s panicking like crazy!”
Claire glances at the Furret. “Cease your sarcasm, mortal.”
Mark shrugs. “I mean, he has a point about Cerise obviously not looking so well.”
A snarl escapes the Shinx, her glare shooting at Mark. “I didn’t ask for your input.”
Lucas blinks. “Wait, did someone actually agreed with me for once?”
Ashen lifts his paws up. “Guys, relax: Us getting heated isn’t going to help Cerise’s panics. We need to stay calm so that we can calm him down, too.“
Phwish.
The group flinches, all looking around.
“Where...did that noise came from?” Ashen questions.
Jimmy glances. “Quite the valid astute question, my dear Linoone friend.”
Their attention are then stopped at a destroyed house: Being on its side just like any other home here. The difference is that it trembles and shakes before stopping altogether. Claire tilts her head, quirking her brow.
“How...odd.”
“Did that strange noise came from there?” Mark questions.
Lucas squints at the jackal. “Since we’re lookin’ in that direction, I’d say so.”
Soon a flat blob emerges from beneath the house, residing in front of the crew. It has a hexagonal abdomen much like Cerise’s, but colored green instead of red. It squirms and crawls gradually to the group, the swishes and squishes emanating from it.
“Huh,” the crew says, turning their attention to Cerise. The blob gazes upon the flat blob squirming its way, his eyes broadening into pure anxiety.
Natalie lifts a paw. “Hey Cerise, are those more of your kind?” He doesn’t answer her: Sweats trailing down his face while he whines at the creature ahead. Right when Natalie is about to question further, more of those flat blobs usher out of the same house. “Huh?”
The entities crawl and crawl more quickly than the flat blob in front of the crew. They collide into it, piling in size—growing, pulsating. The blobs turn into a bipedal formation—consisting of just them. Whatever these beasts are, stunning the gang in awe.
“This...is quite freaky.” Claire frowns. “Very unorthodox, even for my own tastes.”
“Um, guys.”
Claire provides Ashen the side eye. “What is it, mortal?”
Ashen points around. “There’s. More of them.”
And correct the badger-weasel is: More of those biped-humanoid blobs come exiting out of the knocked over houses, some even bursting the doors open.
“E-Eh!?” Mark flinches, he and Natalie hurdling close to each other alongside Claire.
Phwish.
Phwish.
Phwish.
Every steps and stomps they take, their squishes radiates and emits unsettling energy. The blob figures gang up on the crew, everyone tensing in concerns. Mark, Natalie, and Lucas shake with terror.
“Wh-What are those things!?” Mark exclaims, backing away.
“I don’t know, but they’re sure creeping me out with this bizarre transformation!” Natalie whines.
Lucas suddenly latches onto Ashen, his arms slithering around the latter’s neck while tears streaming down. “WAAAH! I DON’T WANT TO DIE!”
Ashen groans and grits his teeth, tapping Lucas’ arms. “Lucas. I can barely breath, oof!”
The Furret frees his Linoone brother. “S-Sorry bout that, mate!”
Cerise stands still: Trembling, shaking, trembling, and shaking.
“Z...ar...e”
“...yg...d…”
Those voices keeps forming within his mind, louder than before: The blob remaining in place helpless at it all, his eyes widening till no end—all while the entities begins to form claws. The combined cells has no facial expressions, gazing into the crew with utmost eeriness.
Claire clenches her teeth. “Stand back!” She pushes the creatures with Discharge, her red electricity sprawling all over. This, however, does nothing: The cells stomping and inching forward. The Shinx flinches. “That...didn’t work?”
Natalie flings her Shadow Ball, one of the cells lifting its hand and Protects the attack away. The Zorua stares with dread. “Those guys can learn Pokémon moves!?”
Mark positions his bow towards one of the figures, his arms shaking before firing his magical arrow. It punctures the figure, a hole appearing initially before regenerating itself. Mark’s face warps into dismay.
“These...things.” The Riolu shakes. “They can use Pokémon moves and regenerate their wounds on the spot!”
Natalie bites her lower lip. “What the hell are they!?” The monsters march forward, the crew backing themselves into their personal corner. “What should we do!?”
“If only I know, Mistress…” Claire lowers her ears, frowning. “The fact they’re not affected by my Discharge is quite the problematic discovery.”
“No kidding.” Natalie gnashes her teeth, sweating.
The Shinx caresses her chin, frowning. “How can we defeat them, hmm...”
Jimmy eyes down Cerise, trembling. “M-My friend! Can you use that one move from the Cloyster Kingdom again?” The Heracross backs away, lifting his fists glaring at the cellular monsters. “We really need that right now.”
“Genuinely, mate!” Lucas agrees, he and Ashen clinging to each other.
Cerise continues to shake and shake, his mind echoing the same cryptic words ad nauseam. Jimmy stares at the blob once more. “Cerise, please!” The Heracross clenches his teeth, eyeing one of the figures raising its arm. “They’re nearing us!”
As the figures continue approaching, Mark shouts, “THAT’S IT: I’M SHOOTING THEM LIKE CRAZY!” The Riolu rapid fires his arrows, stunning the entities. He then snarls at the crew. “EVERYONE: RUN!!!”
Without a second thought, the crew dashes out of the once cornered spot: Jimmy snatching Cerise up along the way. They stare ahead at the large statue, Ashen pointing.
“Let’s go over there!” he says. The crew nods, continuing onward. Soon more of those cell-combined entities show themselves, stopping the group’s path. “Shoot.”
“L-Let’s go uhhhhh,” Lucas pauses, looking quickly before staring at some other road beside him. “That way!” Once everyone tries to leave, more of those figures show up. And then plenty more on the other side behind them! More and more of those figures keep popping into existence!
Ashen grinds his teeth, nibbling his claws. “Crap.” His eyes enlarges, quaking. “Crap crap CRAP!”
“Oh sweet baby Pirate Sea, we might be screwed!” Lucas whimpers.
“Not like this…” Jimmy gulps, clenching his scarf. “I can’t die in this horrifying manner!”
The creatures corner the crew again, everyone’s backs against each other. They eye their blob friend, his pupil shrinking into panic wonderland.
“Cerise! Please use that Earthquake-like move again!” Mark clasps his paws together, moving his hands back and forth. “I’m begging you!”
“Yes, please!” Natalie pleads. “I don’t want to die!”
“I have yet to see such a move myself, but I urge you to—“
Lucas shakes the blob. “USE THAT DAMN MOVE ALREADY, MATE!” he yells, cutting the Shinx off.
Cerise quivers more and more: The continual ‘Zare’ and ‘Ygd’ plaguing his poor mind, having zero pauses whatsoever. The green blob sweats, whimpering nonstop. He stares into outer space, his eye widening beyond belief.
What does it mean what does it mean what does it mean—
Cerise feels as though he’s going to explode.
“Z...ar...e...”
“...yg...d…”
“Z..ar..e..”
“..yg..d…”
“Zare.”
“Ygd.”
“………”
Cerise gasps.
“Z.Y.G.A.R.D.E.”
Everything deafens itself around the individual: His gaze on the monsters walking close to him and his friends, ignoring the cries for help. All he can think of is one thing and one thing only:
Zy...garde?
Soon a ton of hexagonal lights showers down onto the entities: Separating them, the flat blobs scattering. Everyone looks around, blinking.
“Hmm?” Mark tilts his head. “What just happened?”
“Where did that come from?” Claire questions.
“COME OVER HERE, QUICK!” a feminine voice shouts with all her might, everyone flinching.
Turning towards the direction of the voice is a green ‘leash’ canine creature who looks similar to Cerise’s canine form: Hexagonal eyes, green paws and all. Everyone stares at the creature nearing the statue’s entrance in astonishment.
“Hey: Don’t she looks like Cerise’s powered up form?” Lucas asks.
“Yeah, she does!” Ashen blinks, rubbing his eyes as if making sure this is real life. “I thought only Cerise himself can transform into that.”
The canine stomps, keeping the door open. “Hurry up before those Cellpedals rebuild themselves!”
“Cellpedals?” everyone asks.
“I’ll explain everything once you’re inside the statue.” The canine snarls, green light shining around her—hexagonal shapes shielding across her. “Now please hurry!”
The crew eyes down the fallen blob entities: Catching on to them reconstructing themselves. Without wasting more time, the crew escapes from their circle and makes a mad dash towards the statue—Jimmy grabbing Cerise once more.
The Cellpedals finish rebuilding themselves, unsheathing their claws. They march after the crew.
With that AN out of the way, enjoy Chapter 29 and see you all again whenever my fics are plotted into completion!
Chapter 29: The Nocturne Valley.The crew traverses through the valley: The grass dulling, the trees wilting with a few being on its side. Houses lie around the valley's village—paints having since been dried as they too lie crumble on its side. The crew gazes around, caution scattering over them. It doesn’t help when the sky is clouding the area overall, blocking off the sun’s peaceful rays.
Lucas nibbles his paws, quavering. “Guys…” His eyes turns left to right. “This place is scaring me more and more.” He looks at a nearby tree branch, expecting it to snap: It doesn’t.
No wind blows, no leaves falling—everything is completely muted.
Mark and Natalie scoot close to Jimmy, the two’s ears lowering. “I...got to agree.” The Riolu whines. “Something’s up with this place, and it’s nothing good.”
“Y-Yeah.” Natalie whimpers. “I don’t like how quiet it is.”
“Almost too quiet, if you ask me,” Ashen agrees, folding his arms. “Doesn’t help when the place looks unsettling and barren.”
Claire eyes around, succumbing to thoughts while focusing on the knocked over houses and trees. Her once pepper expression soon devolves into vigilant countenance, the Shinx snarling.
Natalie takes notice, tensing up. “Uh...The lack of excitement from you doesn’t bow well, huh?”
Claire shakes her head. “Not at all, my mistress.” The Shinx glances at a decaying flower, its once white feature diminishing—succumbing to the dark grays. “The presence here are far more negative than I’ve anticipated.” She gets in front of the crew, sheer grimness striking at their view. “I like the disturbance, but I cannot say the same for this environment.” Her head shakes. “I’m not fond of where this may lead.”
“Neither am I, mate!” Lucas chimes in, staring around in uneasiness.
Jimmy nods. “This place is quite perturb.” Shudders. “Not sure I’d want to stay here during any vacation, hah hah...”
“Who in their right mind would!?” Lucas shakes his head.
Claire shrugs. “I mean, I would...once the presence subsides.”
The Furret glances at her. “We know: You’re weird like that.”
Claire rolls her eyes, moving forward. “None of you besides my mistress will ever understand the art of the disturb.”
Mark scratches the back of his head. “Um...Sorry?”
Natalie laughs softly. In fairness, I don’t understand either...
The crew continues on, coming across a curvy pathway: Brief trees shrouding over it. Despite the spiraling path, everyone sees something vague and stoic behind all of those leaves afar. The group trails around the bushes, glancing at the decaying nature around them.
The group soon leaves the path, eyeing ahead at a huge, lone statue in the center of the valley: A humanoid entity poses with its arm extending towards itself while forming a fist with its other hand, the statue drowning itself in dirt and debris. Hexagonal shapes litter throughout its physique, pertaining windows on its eyes while a door resides on its left foot. Behind the statue is a half torn tail, the other half sitting motionless.
“Whoa…” Everyone simply says, astonishment painting them.
“What a huge and amazing looking statue!” Natalie wags her tail.
Mark wags along. “I know, right?”
Lucas whistles. “That thing looking real great, alright!”
Ashen smiles, his hand on his side. “Agreed. Despite the ruined state, it still looks pretty awesome and imposing, in a way.”
Natalie squeals. “It’s so cool!”
Claire nods. “I concur. Perhaps not as cool as the times I’ve spent serving you, Mistress. But I would indeed put something like this up there as one of those ‘cool’ things in this realm.”
Natalie laughs softly. “You and this mistress thing is certainly something alright.”
The Shinx lowers her ears, her head shaking—eyes closing. “It will all make sense soon, I assure you.”
Mark, Natalie, Lucas, and Ashen quirk their brows at the lynx. Cryptic much? they all think.
Cerise is too busy gazing at the statue, contemplation creeping over him. He looks at the torn tail, the serpentine wings, the protrusions striking from its neck and head—he’s entranced by it all. His head tilts, quietness spiraling.
That is until he conveys a silent, “Hmm…”
Jimmy’s hands rest on his hips. “Pretty magnificent, huh Cerise?”
“...Yeah.” Cerise crawls forward, stopping himself. “It’s pretty intriguing. And…”
Jimmy eyes the blob. “And…?”
Cerise stares at the statue for what felt like hours more. “And fami—“
“Z...ar...e...”
The voices.
Cerise looks off. Huh…?
“...yg...d…”
The voices grow.
Cerise grunts. Ugh...What in the—
“Z...ar...e…”
“...yg...d…”
“Z...ar...e…”
“...yg...d…”
The blob pants, clenching his singular eye shut. What is… He whines.
The voices heighten, repeating those same words over and over in the blob’s head. Cerise stares down, his eye shooting open: Expanding, paranoia commencing. His ‘tail’ clenches his head, the blob quivering and shaking—whimpers escaping.
The gang looks at him into confusion, Natalie lowering her ears. “Um, Cerise?”
The voices… Cerise sweats, the blob’s pupil shrinking, the voices never stop speaking those words: Over and over, louder and louder. He swerves side to side, a pit in his stomach succumbing ever more into distress. The voices. The voices. The voices. THE VOICES. He whines once more. THEY. CAN’T. STOP.
Claire frowns. “It seems our companion here is undergoing something…” She lifts a paw. “Abysmal, per say.”
“Oh really, mate? I thought he was thinking about going on a nice vacation to a resort island!” Lucas throws his arms up. “No flipping KIDDING he’s going through something bad: He’s panicking like crazy!”
Claire glances at the Furret. “Cease your sarcasm, mortal.”
Mark shrugs. “I mean, he has a point about Cerise obviously not looking so well.”
A snarl escapes the Shinx, her glare shooting at Mark. “I didn’t ask for your input.”
Lucas blinks. “Wait, did someone actually agreed with me for once?”
Ashen lifts his paws up. “Guys, relax: Us getting heated isn’t going to help Cerise’s panics. We need to stay calm so that we can calm him down, too.“
Phwish.
The group flinches, all looking around.
“Where...did that noise came from?” Ashen questions.
Jimmy glances. “Quite the valid astute question, my dear Linoone friend.”
Their attention are then stopped at a destroyed house: Being on its side just like any other home here. The difference is that it trembles and shakes before stopping altogether. Claire tilts her head, quirking her brow.
“How...odd.”
“Did that strange noise came from there?” Mark questions.
Lucas squints at the jackal. “Since we’re lookin’ in that direction, I’d say so.”
Soon a flat blob emerges from beneath the house, residing in front of the crew. It has a hexagonal abdomen much like Cerise’s, but colored green instead of red. It squirms and crawls gradually to the group, the swishes and squishes emanating from it.
“Huh,” the crew says, turning their attention to Cerise. The blob gazes upon the flat blob squirming its way, his eyes broadening into pure anxiety.
Natalie lifts a paw. “Hey Cerise, are those more of your kind?” He doesn’t answer her: Sweats trailing down his face while he whines at the creature ahead. Right when Natalie is about to question further, more of those flat blobs usher out of the same house. “Huh?”
The entities crawl and crawl more quickly than the flat blob in front of the crew. They collide into it, piling in size—growing, pulsating. The blobs turn into a bipedal formation—consisting of just them. Whatever these beasts are, stunning the gang in awe.
“This...is quite freaky.” Claire frowns. “Very unorthodox, even for my own tastes.”
“Um, guys.”
Claire provides Ashen the side eye. “What is it, mortal?”
Ashen points around. “There’s. More of them.”
And correct the badger-weasel is: More of those biped-humanoid blobs come exiting out of the knocked over houses, some even bursting the doors open.
“E-Eh!?” Mark flinches, he and Natalie hurdling close to each other alongside Claire.
Phwish.
Phwish.
Phwish.
Every steps and stomps they take, their squishes radiates and emits unsettling energy. The blob figures gang up on the crew, everyone tensing in concerns. Mark, Natalie, and Lucas shake with terror.
“Wh-What are those things!?” Mark exclaims, backing away.
“I don’t know, but they’re sure creeping me out with this bizarre transformation!” Natalie whines.
Lucas suddenly latches onto Ashen, his arms slithering around the latter’s neck while tears streaming down. “WAAAH! I DON’T WANT TO DIE!”
Ashen groans and grits his teeth, tapping Lucas’ arms. “Lucas. I can barely breath, oof!”
The Furret frees his Linoone brother. “S-Sorry bout that, mate!”
Cerise stands still: Trembling, shaking, trembling, and shaking.
“Z...ar...e”
“...yg...d…”
Those voices keeps forming within his mind, louder than before: The blob remaining in place helpless at it all, his eyes widening till no end—all while the entities begins to form claws. The combined cells has no facial expressions, gazing into the crew with utmost eeriness.
Claire clenches her teeth. “Stand back!” She pushes the creatures with Discharge, her red electricity sprawling all over. This, however, does nothing: The cells stomping and inching forward. The Shinx flinches. “That...didn’t work?”
Natalie flings her Shadow Ball, one of the cells lifting its hand and Protects the attack away. The Zorua stares with dread. “Those guys can learn Pokémon moves!?”
Mark positions his bow towards one of the figures, his arms shaking before firing his magical arrow. It punctures the figure, a hole appearing initially before regenerating itself. Mark’s face warps into dismay.
“These...things.” The Riolu shakes. “They can use Pokémon moves and regenerate their wounds on the spot!”
Natalie bites her lower lip. “What the hell are they!?” The monsters march forward, the crew backing themselves into their personal corner. “What should we do!?”
“If only I know, Mistress…” Claire lowers her ears, frowning. “The fact they’re not affected by my Discharge is quite the problematic discovery.”
“No kidding.” Natalie gnashes her teeth, sweating.
The Shinx caresses her chin, frowning. “How can we defeat them, hmm...”
Jimmy eyes down Cerise, trembling. “M-My friend! Can you use that one move from the Cloyster Kingdom again?” The Heracross backs away, lifting his fists glaring at the cellular monsters. “We really need that right now.”
“Genuinely, mate!” Lucas agrees, he and Ashen clinging to each other.
Cerise continues to shake and shake, his mind echoing the same cryptic words ad nauseam. Jimmy stares at the blob once more. “Cerise, please!” The Heracross clenches his teeth, eyeing one of the figures raising its arm. “They’re nearing us!”
As the figures continue approaching, Mark shouts, “THAT’S IT: I’M SHOOTING THEM LIKE CRAZY!” The Riolu rapid fires his arrows, stunning the entities. He then snarls at the crew. “EVERYONE: RUN!!!”
Without a second thought, the crew dashes out of the once cornered spot: Jimmy snatching Cerise up along the way. They stare ahead at the large statue, Ashen pointing.
“Let’s go over there!” he says. The crew nods, continuing onward. Soon more of those cell-combined entities show themselves, stopping the group’s path. “Shoot.”
“L-Let’s go uhhhhh,” Lucas pauses, looking quickly before staring at some other road beside him. “That way!” Once everyone tries to leave, more of those figures show up. And then plenty more on the other side behind them! More and more of those figures keep popping into existence!
Ashen grinds his teeth, nibbling his claws. “Crap.” His eyes enlarges, quaking. “Crap crap CRAP!”
“Oh sweet baby Pirate Sea, we might be screwed!” Lucas whimpers.
“Not like this…” Jimmy gulps, clenching his scarf. “I can’t die in this horrifying manner!”
The creatures corner the crew again, everyone’s backs against each other. They eye their blob friend, his pupil shrinking into panic wonderland.
“Cerise! Please use that Earthquake-like move again!” Mark clasps his paws together, moving his hands back and forth. “I’m begging you!”
“Yes, please!” Natalie pleads. “I don’t want to die!”
“I have yet to see such a move myself, but I urge you to—“
Lucas shakes the blob. “USE THAT DAMN MOVE ALREADY, MATE!” he yells, cutting the Shinx off.
Cerise quivers more and more: The continual ‘Zare’ and ‘Ygd’ plaguing his poor mind, having zero pauses whatsoever. The green blob sweats, whimpering nonstop. He stares into outer space, his eye widening beyond belief.
What does it mean what does it mean what does it mean—
Cerise feels as though he’s going to explode.
“Z...ar...e...”
“...yg...d…”
“Z..ar..e..”
“..yg..d…”
“Zare.”
“Ygd.”
“………”
Cerise gasps.
“Z.Y.G.A.R.D.E.”
Everything deafens itself around the individual: His gaze on the monsters walking close to him and his friends, ignoring the cries for help. All he can think of is one thing and one thing only:
Zy...garde?
Soon a ton of hexagonal lights showers down onto the entities: Separating them, the flat blobs scattering. Everyone looks around, blinking.
“Hmm?” Mark tilts his head. “What just happened?”
“Where did that come from?” Claire questions.
“COME OVER HERE, QUICK!” a feminine voice shouts with all her might, everyone flinching.
Turning towards the direction of the voice is a green ‘leash’ canine creature who looks similar to Cerise’s canine form: Hexagonal eyes, green paws and all. Everyone stares at the creature nearing the statue’s entrance in astonishment.
“Hey: Don’t she looks like Cerise’s powered up form?” Lucas asks.
“Yeah, she does!” Ashen blinks, rubbing his eyes as if making sure this is real life. “I thought only Cerise himself can transform into that.”
The canine stomps, keeping the door open. “Hurry up before those Cellpedals rebuild themselves!”
“Cellpedals?” everyone asks.
“I’ll explain everything once you’re inside the statue.” The canine snarls, green light shining around her—hexagonal shapes shielding across her. “Now please hurry!”
The crew eyes down the fallen blob entities: Catching on to them reconstructing themselves. Without wasting more time, the crew escapes from their circle and makes a mad dash towards the statue—Jimmy grabbing Cerise once more.
The Cellpedals finish rebuilding themselves, unsheathing their claws. They march after the crew.
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Species Unspecified / Any
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 45.5 kB
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