The Night Weasel

#popgoesthesneaselreturns #flocessyranch #Sneaky Interaction

"I mean...if you want me around I wouldn't say no..."

Sal looked downwards, uncertainty on his expression. He did feel more confident, but part of him was still worried about those hunters that had been trying to catch him before. Thankfully it seemed like taking out the tracker from before had ensured that they never found Sal.

Sal didn't want to seem too needy so would try his best to not be a burden. He already felt like he might drag the other two down with how he tended to be. But, he was still determined to try at least.

"Um...it does sound like an important task...but seeing more of the world would be...interesting...I do want to see more..."

Sal also did wonder about the Lucario too. But, when it came to near people or mons Sal tended to be shy so kept his focus on Kianga.

"I promise...I'll try to help where I can. I do...know things I think? Stuff mostly about upper society...had to listen to a lot of people like that."

Sal wasn't sure if such knowledge would be useful but one of his few prides was how learned he was about humans and their cultures. Well, he tried to learn anyway being trapped made one read a lot.

It was less hard these days, the nightmares were still there. Reminding him of the place where parts of him still felt like he never left. The mansion was always there within his head whispering to him to come back home. Yet, that wouldn't happen! Sal wouldn't allow himself to be dragged back towards that accursed place. And with help from Kianga and those close Sal was slowly coming to terms with things. He was by no means able to overcome everything. But, he at least was able to accept Kianga's human form after knowing and seeing it was him.

"It really is you? Sorry...I know we've done this many times. I know how bothersome it must be. I..."

Sal tapped his claws together, he hated being a burden but Kianga truly had helped Sal a lot during the time they stayed together. Sal himself sadly wasn't that good in battles. He could use his moves in unique ways though, like crafting ice statues and using his claws to craft. It showed how much the pokemon was touched by artistry. He clearly had the skills, and been trained in how to use them with just his claws.

It was mostly ice crafting, cultivating it into many shapes with the use of Icy Wind. Sal could create many wonderful things when he tried. He seemed to enjoy doing so as well. But, he would often freak out if he thought too long on his creations. These skills came with a great taint.

Sal could dance as well, but that was a lot harder for him to do. A lot of his bad memories came from the moments where he danced. So, he only was able to show Kianga once how skilled a dancer he was. And following that he became a shuddering mess crying snowflakes from his eyes while hearing phantom piano sounds in the air tormenting him.

It was clear how much Sal had endured at the hands of the one who trained him. He was deeply both hurt emotionally and mentally. Desperate to not feel alone, or feel stone surfaces anytime that happened Sal's panic went into overdrive as he began shaking. He also really hated closed in spaces, they too tended to make him nervous.

But Kianga was aware of some of Sal's main triggers now. But, Sal did have to make it clear that no one ever use a certain word. He didn't want to be called "Beloved" as that was what his teacher called him the most. Sal didn't say the word but he did write it onto paper. And even that made him want to throw up from the revulsion the word gave him.

"I seriously don't deserve this kindness...none of it. But...thank you...I'm sorry for all of this. I know I'm a handful but...I...am so thankful..."

And thus Sal bowed his head to Kianga still trying to stop more snowflakes which were his tears from falling from him.

@flocessyranch

#popgoesthesneaselreturns #flocessyranch #Sneaky Interaction

#popgoesthesneaselreturns #headcanon #emotional abuse #emotional trauma

The Time You Won’t Accept

“I’m here for you…always and forever…”

“What use are you Salvador? You have no emotions! No matter what I do you don’t even cry anymore. Art demands emotions! You can’t create anything worth a damn if you don’t have a balance! You don’t have it!”

“But…I tried so hard…how can I not…”

“You don’t see! You can’t see why I had to do everything! It was all for your growth! You needed to experiance true despair! You needed to be able to understand the darkness of this world! Without both the ugly and the beauty the balance cannot be gained. The ugly has consumed your artistic soul. I pushed you too hard, or maybe you never could become worthy. I wasted all this time and effort on a failure!”

“Beloved…I’m sorry…please let me keep…”

“It is pointless! You are hollow! I’ve driven everything out! If I had both of you it might have been different. But no, that Weavile had to get in the way. It could have worked if you were together! I could have crafted you two into a masterpiece! Something this world had never seen! A true work of art! Think of it, pokemon who can craft artworks like a human!”

“I could already do that…I did it so well…”

“Maybe for the common observer, but no true lovers of art would look twice at your work. You are a machine Salvador, there is energy behind your strokes. It is like you copy everything you see like a robot would. Such works are worthless! You are worthless! I am worthless as a teacher! How could I have failed so badly? This wasn’t what I wanted!”

“I can do it! Beloved…we can’t give up…”

“You are only trying to say what I want to hear. It is too late Salvador! I’ve broken you, and nothing I do will ever fix it. Damn it! I think this is as far as we go Salvador. I shall have to try again, with a pokemon more able to feel. You are not needed, so I shall show you out of here.”

“No! Wait, please! Beloved don’t cast me out! I love…”

The world goes dark the Sneasel then forgets this happened for now. The next time he wakes up he is outside the mansion. Alone, with no home.

Beloved

It should be said, that this word is a trigger for much of Sal’s trauma. If you say it then Sal will break down into fierce shivers and tears. This word was used to bend Salvador to the will of Equinox over the many years he remained trapped within the mansion. If he refused to say it, or respond when that word was said bad things happened to him. Nothing physical, but Equinox would often drag Sal to places where he couldn’t get out. Depending on the severity different places were used, Sal remembers each of those places well. And it causes him great pain.

Now, I hear many of you ask: Why didn’t Sal fight back? Why did he never attack Equinox? The answer to that is Sal was much too kind hearted to hurt anyone. It might have been easier for that to change if he was hurt. Yet, Equinox never did that their methods always revolved around emotional manipulation. They showed equal amounts of kindness and creulty towards Salvador. Along with saying phrases like “It pains me to do this…” or “I’m sorry, my beloved child…” it created the idea that Sal was in the wrong not Equinox. Everything they did was ensnare Sal’s heart and mind until he was completly under their control.

Sal was the student, the child with no where to go who needed to learn. Equinox was the kind teacher who sometimes needed to be harsh to get the message across. It pained them to be creul, but it needed to be done because the world outside the house was creul. Sal owed everything to Equinox, and he was reminded of this constantly. Do you see the fancy house you grew up in? Don’t you feel lucky to be here? Is asking for what I do really so much? These ideas were never spoken outloud, but Equinox’s words and motions made Sal think this.

Suffice to say, saying the word “Beloved” is a switch that will cause agony upon Sal’s mind. He also can’t stand closed in spaces, or stone wall/floors. They remind him of the places he was kept inside of and will cause him to become nervous. Sal is the type to cry out when he’s breaking down, but after a while he will whisper to himself. Shivering is always a clear sign if Sal is upset over something. So keep an eye out for that, and don’t say the word “Beloved” and he should be fine.

Whenever Sal is mentally breaking down, he will imagine that his wrists and ankles are being constricted by strings while the sounds of piano music dominate his ears. They are a sign of the mental damage rearing its head to remind him of what he is trying to repress. Whenever he’s left alone with his thoughts too long. They inevitably return to these images of Equinox. The strings are there! Always!

Who can save him from this torment? Who knows? But, you are welcome to try.

A Frosty Night

“Such a wonderful snowy night…do come over Salvador. Look upon it, this is a work of art. Coldness can be so beautiful, but so deadly. It is the perfect form for which the balance can be achived. Don’t you think?”

(Why is it like this? I don’t know what you want…)

“Yes beloved, it is wonderful!”

Salvador nodded looking towards the snow with a blank expression. This was followed by a childish smile as he bobbed up and down. Equinox nodded at that reaction, they were pleased there had been issues but Salvador was finally coming along well. He didn’t even try to go against their words. What was next? Why, to make the Sneasel their ideal student. Someone worthy of the name Equinox, perfection in all things was the greatest mandate of the balance. To go against that is to spit in the face of art itself. They couldn’t allow that.

“Did you know? Each one of those flakes has a unique pattern. They exist for a mere moment before vanishing. Each small flake is different in everyway. The world would be far better if all beings were like the snow. There would be no imperfection, everyone would be beautiful and ugly. Don’t you think so? My beloved child? A perfect ideal world!”

Salvador stopped looking out the window then went over to Equinox. A bow was given before Salvador said:

(I can say it right can’t I? I’m listening too! Don’t be mad…)

“Yes beloved! Everything you say is the upmost truth. I am humbled to be in your presance! I am so lucky to be loved by you! I love you so much!”

That earned a pat on the head. A minor pat nothing more, wasn’t like their student made any worthy art as of late. Salvador could create beautiful things he was talented enough, but where was the ugly? The balance was askew, without calling forth the ugly there could be no balance. Salvador was lacking, still lacking what was needed even now. What a disappointment.

“Hmm, well that is enough looking outside. We have lessons to take care of. Shall we try piano? I feel like that might be a good topic for today.”

(I hate the piano…why do you always….)

“I’d love to! I love you so much beloved! I wanna learn! I’ll do good!”

There was a slight sigh of disgust from the masked human, Salvador always laid on the praise too much. That wasn’t what they wanted, why didn’t he see? Why didn’t he get it? They’d done enough to make it clear hadn’t they? That praise wasn’t what they wanted? Where was the rage? The hate below the surface? The passion? Was Salvador incapable of hate? No, surely not!

“Follow me then, we shall play the song from last time. Then we shall eat, then we shall go to the ice rink. I could do with seeing how well your skills are growing. You do make me proud my beloved child.”

Salvador followed behind the well dressed lord of the mansion. From that point the Sneasel became a doll following orders to make the lord happy. Little did he know this wasn’t what the artist of balance desired. Not even close…

Waltz Of The Flowers

Unlike the nightmares Salvador had in his sleep, there was a different feeling to this dream. A joyful expression, a burst of color, humans looking upon him in awe, then a song unlike the song Sal heard in his breakdowns. No, this was a song of beauty, a rare moment of joy. Salvador was reminded of a better time, one of his performances for the guests. As sick as it made him feel now, there had been pride in the dancing skill shown here. He was also in his favorite place in the mansion. The gardens, they were so beautiful. Everyone sat in a circle around Salvador as he bowed. His parent was behind him bowing as well. Salvador was in a costume, one of a prince with a flowing blue cape.

“And now, put your hands together for Waltz Of The Flowers performed by my child Salvador Equinox and me. Thank you all very much…”

Music

A gloved hand took the claw as the two entered the roles needed for the waltz. They had practiced for many hours within the mansion. It had been like all the other lessons: horrible, creul, harsh, yet in this moment dancing with his teacher. Salvador felt the pain melt away, in this moment he and his teacher were one. Putting on a performance together, to show the world the beauty of their combined skills. The humans were entranced, each movement was perfectly timed. Sal was thrown, dipped, then pirouetted. Sal was given the female role of the waltz meaning he had to move through the air with grace. While Equinox held him up and lead him through the dance. Both parts were needed, as it was impossible to dance a waltz alone. Both parts were needed to complete one another. It spoke very well to Equinox’s view of the world. How there were two sides to everything, waltzs were of that same worldview.

When the performance concluded, Sal was thrown high into the air before landing with all the grace of a true artist. Everyone applauded, they stood up clapping with such ferocity it drowned out the words Equinox said next from prying ears. Only Salvador got to hear the praise of his parent for his work.

“Did you see them Salvador? Did you see their eyes? Looked at how they fixated on your every movement! For those moments, you were the center of their world. Not one looked away! Their adoration for you! Don’t you see? This is what it means! This is the balance! The perfection I aspire for you to reach! I am proud of you! Oh…my child…I’ve never loved you more…I’m sorry…I was so hard…forgive me…I love you…”

In that second the Sneasel saw it, genuine happiness on his teacher’s masked face. And then they hugged him, hugged his small body to theirs stroking his head while doing so. Salvador felt himself crying, this performance it was one of the rare moments where he felt love from Equinox. Was it a lie? Those words they spoke sounded so real, so much emotion. so much kindness. Why? Why did everything have to be like this? Creul to the point of madness, yet giving Salvador these glimpses of a life where he was loved. This only hurt Sal more witnessing this memory, for it meant that even now part of him hungered for his teacher’s love. Despite what Mirage did it still lingered. A faint taint of that desire, he wanted love from the one who raised him. Any child would want love from the one they considered their parents. Sal still saw them as that didn’t he? After all the pain? After all the agony? Why?! WHY?!

“Ahhhhhh…huuuu…Equinox…did you love me? I’m so confused…I’m truly insane…what does it mean? I know you meant it, you had to. But, you hurt me! Why were you so kind? Then so creul? I can’t believe it was all lies. Someone tell me, please…let me know the truth…I have to know why…please…”

Then, it occured to him. The gardens, the only times Equinox showed kindness was when they were in the gardens. Any other time, there was a coldness but when they were in those fields of flowers they were a kind person. Salvador felt strange upon realising that, like he uncovered a scary truth. It was like there truly were two sides to Equinox. The kind side, and the creul side.

What did it mean? The Sneasel still didn’t know…

Twisted Love

Music

The lunatic was playing that song again, while the nightmare of Salvador’s former life came back to torment him. The strings were upon his wrists and ankles. They pulled him upwards like a puppeteer would while moving a puppet from one scene to another. That’s what this felt like, a twisted puppet show where Sal was forced to relive memories of his past. Could he still not move on from those times?

It wasn’t the garden or a frozen lake, but rather the statue room. Each floor of the mansion Salvador “lived” in was dedicated to one form of art. Salvador remembered that Equinox the human that kept him trapped for so many years was not the first Equinox. There were others before them, and each one of them created the works that were displayed on each floor of the mansion. Salvador spent his life looking over those creations. There was no denying that the previous Equinoxs were artistic geniuses. However, in all the time Salvador remained under the boot of this current Equinox he never saw any of their personal works. Those were kept within the basement level, a level so well protected that Sal never saw what was down there. He was told going down there, was the worst taboo.

“What is it my precious child? Do you desire to know of our ancestors? Those who carried the name of Equinox before me? These statues are wonderful to look at aren’t they? To know that the history of the other Equinoxs didn’t vanish. That is what every true artist wants Salvador. They desire their art to live on forever. This house, is the greatest collection of art to ever exist within the entire world. But, not just anyone is allowed to come here. It is a privilage only special people can attain, I will never sell these pieces. However, I do show them.”

“Oh really? Will I get to meet these people? It is ever so quiet with just the two of us here! Having other people would be amazing! Please, do tell me!”

A gloved hand ran its way along Salvador’s head. The act made the Sneasel want to throw up, but as this was playing out like a memory everything would happen as it did within this moment. The Salvador of this memory was a fool who believed that he was loved by Equinox. That he was their child, someone who needed to be protected them from the horrible world outside. In reality, he was a prisoner. Salvador went over this many times within his own head. Was he trying to understand Equinox’s motives? To see why someone would kidnap a Sneasel from their family at birth. Trap that same Sneasel inside a mansion for years on end. Then, raise the Sneasel like a human teaching it so many subjects about art.

Where was the logic? If Equinox desired a pokemon to mold into their own image why not buy one? Or catch one like other humans did? Why kidnap one from his real family? Trap him inside and never let him go out? Leave him alone for days on end if he ever went against their wishes? Brainwash him into thinking he was loved? Fashion him into a doll that did what was asked without question? Why did they do it? WHY?!

(Why go to all that effort? What did you want? Why did it have to be me? You’re not just insane! You wouldn’t have done all this without some goal in mind! What was it?! I want to know! Why did you do all that to me?! Why why why why?!)

The darkness slowly took over as Salvador swam through his own thoughts.

#popgoesthesneaselreturns #digidweebs #Sneaky Interaction

It wasn’t easy to leave behind what was once the center of your life. Even following the many years this Sneasel wandered he couldn’t shake off his misery. His heart was a broken mess, one that he could only hide behind a mask. This same mask was what he used to lie to others. There was barely a time where he wasn’t making use of his mask to survive. Purely so he could keep distancing himself from the human he once adored. His desire was to forget that monster.

In this moment however, Salvador let the mask down and slept peacefully on the grass. He had recently been near a human town and got chased away. Nearby to him was a bag of food he stole. It smelled very nice. Sal liked his freedom above all else. It was a new experiance one he relished from the bottom of his heart.

He intended to eat that food later, but for now it was unguarded.

@digidweebs

They had played this little game of theirs for a long time. Playing into the character that Sal created for himself. Acting like he was so confident, so sure, so full of passion when in reality he wasn't. He was a coward deep down someone who could only trick to get what he wanted. He was running from something, from someone. But, that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy this fun while it lasted. When the time came he would likely disappear making sure Ari didn't get dragged into his mess. Speaking of today Sal had made a trap out of a tree stump.

It would be fine to sit down on, wouldn't be able to tell anything was wrong. But, the moment just another small amount of weight was added. The person sitting would get their rear stuck. Meaning Ari would be in an ideal situation for more fun. It was always fun to mess with her.

Yet, there was a way to dismantle to trap from inside the stump. Sal didn't intend to keep her there forever just so long as it remained fun. He had left little crumbs of his presance around which he knew she would chase. And being as skilled in traps as he was this stump wouldn't appear out of the ordinary in the slightest.

@multivergentrp

#popgoesthesneaselreturns #multivergentrp #PMD Verse

-- rp: @popgoesthesneaselreturns

popgoesthesneaselreturns:

"I trust you...though we've not known each other long. I always felt a strong connection to pokemon like you. I once fell for a Zoroark but it didn't work out. I don't want to be tethered to anyone anymore." Sal would always choose freedom over being connected to that tyrant that he once adored so strongly. He would be free even if it came at a cost. He was always willing to make that jump at anytime. "I want to be able to stay with you without it hurting anyone." Sal just wanted to belong somewhere for once. Being alone and isolated nearly broke him, he never wanted to be that way ever again. This one last chain was all that held him back now. "So please, do it for me. Set me free finally from that human who hurt me. From the human who took my trust and turned that into a means to control me. I don't want to feel like this anymore."

Kianga listens, and his heart aches for Sal. He recalls this is a reason he felt so strongly about saving as many pokemon as possible just before Parker set his mind straight. She, too, had been the person that Kianga could be for Sal -- a savior, and so, he doesn't hesitate, only telling Sal this; "Please brace yourself." With that said, he yips to his pack to gather things to help comfort Sal while he raises his long, sharp nails and begins the process of slicing at his ear. A long, deep cut is made on his ear, and he knows it will hurt, he knows it will bleed.

Feeling for it, it takes a bit for him to find it, but once he does, he growls, removing it and yipping to a Zoroark to take it. Several Zorua and Zoroark crowd around it, yipping and snarling while a few others begin helping Sal with recovery by providing natural salves from plants and also cleaning it with licks. Kianga wastes no time, his bloody paws snatching the tracker up and crushing it in one of his paws.

Two Zoroark come up in particular in which he hands it too. "Take this and discard it far away from here." They nod before zipping off into the distance.

#popgoesthesneaselreturns #flocessyranch #Sneaky Interaction

Sal bears the pain as best he could, honestly this was the first time he had something of an operation like this. If it could be called an operation, Sal was aware of such things since he had read books on such subjects. Though, it was mostly just as a form of drama occuring within a romantic story of doomed lovers. To feel it firsthand was much different more visceral and real. Almost too real, yet this had to be done if the Sneasel wished to grasp at freedom.

"Ahhh...it hurts...ugh...."

Sal grit his teeth while the operation kept going on. He tried to think about something else, his dreams of better things, his desire for a better life, anything to take his mind off of this. Kianga was being careful Sal knew he was being as less hurtful as he could. But, it still hurt! It hurt so much! Let it be over soon! Please Sal was begging.

Then, it was over Sal felt the device leave where his ear was located. And when that happened it felt like a weight was lifted from him. Instantly he felt relief both from the pain but also an emotional weight. One he has been carrying for much longer.

"Thank you...I'm so...happy...now I'm finally..."

Sal almost passes out from the pain but still held on barely.

@flocessyranch

@nufimuses

#popgoesthesneaselreturns #impmon icons

@nufimuses

#popgoesthesneaselreturns #impmon icons

Continued from here.

Boy did Sal miss this, even if they fought all the time it was nice to see someone he knew. Sal had been able to calm them down by stroking their heads before, but maybe Sal might be able to calm them down faster if Sal stroked them in an exact spot like just behind their neck. That spot was usually a bit of a weakpoint so stroking there might calm them down better. Besides, Sal liked to be kind.

"Come on you two...you remember this right? My touch?"

Sal reached his claws up to stroke the spot mentioned before the area just behind where the two's necks would be. A softspot that might create calm within the two. Or just allow them to not be so mad for a moment. Sal wanted to speak to them again not get ignored cause they were busy throwing insults at one another.

"It's me Sal, I'm back again. I missed you both a lot!"

Sal tried to hug the back of their necks too as he did this.

@aresite

#popgoesthesneaselreturns #aresite #Sneaky Interaction

-- rp: @popgoesthesneaselreturns

popgoesthesneaselreturns:

"Again, I thank you. I know how annoying it likely is. I don't like to be a bother but if you're willing then yes let's begin." Sal moved his head over towards Kianga. He likely would have to cut into part of his ear. The part where it was most likely where the tracker was located. Sal was pretty sure it was located there given how much his teacher tended to touch that area. Sal took a deep breath as he waited for Kianga to start. The antipation of the pain was almost as bad as the pain itself. Tomas wasn't used to being hurt. Yet, he did intend to bare this pain as much as possible to finally be free. One had to take risks to get anywhere sometimes. He did trust Kianga enough for this, all that could happen now was to begin.

"It is alright." He reassures. He patted the ground for Sal to have a seat, and once the Sneasel is comfortable, only then does he begin to feel the cut part of his ear. He's cautious, and only stops when he feels something, taking a moment to run his paw over it one more time just to be sure there's a bump there. "... Yes, I do feel something. It's not exactly beneath the surface, but I do not think it will leave any lasting damage minus a scar if I tried to see if I could lance it out."

That being said, he'd leave Sal the choice if he wanted him to try. "I will stop if you wish me too mid procedure, but before I even start -- Are you sure you are okay with me removing it?"

#popgoesthesneaselreturns #flocessyranch #Sneaky Interaction

Sal would always choose freedom over being connected to that tyrant that he once adored so strongly. He would be free even if it came at a cost. He was always willing to make that jump at anytime.

"I want to be able to stay with you without it hurting anyone."

Sal just wanted to belong somewhere for once. Being alone and isolated nearly broke him, he never wanted to be that way ever again. This one last chain was all that held him back now.

"So please, do it for me. Set me free finally from that human who hurt me. From the human who took my trust and turned that into a means to control me. I don't want to feel like this anymore."

-- RP: @popgoesthesneaselreturns

popgoesthesneaselreturns:

"I'm sorry...I truly am you know? I wish I could just get over it. Say hey teacher was a bad person but not all humans are bad! I was always treated like a doll you know? They would dress me up, make me dance, make me bow, I had to go along with it for years. If I resisted or made a mistake...they would...lock me in rooms all by myself. Until I learned to listen...I still...am worried that I'm still there...even now...that I never left...that this...is all a dream...a wonderful dream..." Sal shuddered once more, he grabbed onto Kianga almost like he was imagining being there right now. He teared up shaking profusely. "They would play...a piano...so loudly...you could hear it anywhere...they were punishing me...I had to be good or they wouldn't stop...they never hurt me...just...lock me away..." He knew this would come out sooner or later. He knew how horrible it sounded, how messed up it was, he didn't want to think about it. To let himself remain a victim of that horrible person. But, it wasn't so easy to let go of such terrible experiances. Some never could.

Kianga gave a gentle pat to his back. He understood some things could never be healed from, but he wished, somehow, he could help Sal to at least be comfortable when in the presence of humans... and yet, he didn't push Sal. Instead, he decides to make do with what resources he has. "Well... let me give it a try then as I am." He would wait for Sal to give him the okay before he proceeded any further.

#popgoesthesneaselreturns #flocessyranch #Sneaky Interaction

"Again, I thank you. I know how annoying it likely is. I don't like to be a bother but if you're willing then yes let's begin."

Sal moved his head over towards Kianga. He likely would have to cut into part of his ear. The part where it was most likely where the tracker was located. Sal was pretty sure it was located there given how much his teacher tended to touch that area. Sal took a deep breath as he waited for Kianga to start. The antipation of the pain was almost as bad as the pain itself. Tomas wasn't used to being hurt.

Yet, he did intend to bare this pain as much as possible to finally be free. One had to take risks to get anywhere sometimes. He did trust Kianga enough for this, all that could happen now was to begin.

dimensionhoppinghybrids

popgoesthesneaselreturns:

“If you bring me along with you, you’ll attract more of those people. I don’t want to be a bother…still I do want to leave. This city was an attempt to me to lose the people who were after me…that proved to be a mistake.”

Sal was happy to be saved like he was, but he hated that Bellum got hurt because of himself. It wasn’t Bellum’s problem yet try as he might to reason that Sal couldn’t help but want help. He had been alone for so long, he was trying to deal with everything by himself. It was proving to be too much.

The Sneasel would be foolish to turn away help at this stage. Not when the stakes were so high, above all else Sal didn’t want to be dragged back home.

“I will go with you, I pray that you don’t feel you made a mistake.”

Bellum gave him a firm look. “You don’t have to worry about that. Come on.” He said as he reached out a hand so Sal could climb onto his back and hide in his jacket. He didn’t mind at this point, and was the safest place for him.

After he felt Sal was secure, he walked away. It took them a while to get to it, but Bellum took him to a vehicle that looked, for a word; Mean.

The car was jet black with a logo of a burning fox with horns, on the hood and sides. Well polished and clearly well loved, then he entered the drivers seat after unlocking it, and putting Sal on the passenger seat.

The car on the outside had tinted windows, so no one could see them inside, and the car was cool, and the leather was.. Well it looked expensive, and it was a lot wider at the back passenger seating too then to be expected.

“This is one of my babies.” Bellum told Sal, “And you don’t need to worry. This baby is bulletproof. Did the work myself.” He said, tapping the window. “And soundproof.” He said with a chuckle. Thinking of how that had come in handy in the past in more.. Wild encounters in the backseat.

“Now. What I am about to tell you will sound wild, but.” He said as he looked at Sal. “I can take you, to somewhere completely different. Continent, or a different reality from this one. Where Pokemon rather then humans are the only things that live there. Where you can be free. Or, go to a similar place like this, but where you aren’t hunted.” He told him. “Or, you can stick with me, I can take you to just some normal place, and we can do whatever. And you can be free however you want.”

He said all of this, to give Sal a choice. A choice, to be free and how.

#popgoesthesneaselreturns #dimensionhoppinghybrids #Sneaky Interaction

"I do want to stick with you, but the problem is...I don't know what I want. I've spent my whole life just being jerked around by strings. Now that they're gone I've no direction. And while I am happy about that its also scary. You come to expect that somehow things will always stay the same you almost find comfort within it. But, when things do finally change its like the whole world turned upside down."

Sal hadn't willingly left the hell he was thrown into. No, his "teacher" threw him out when it seemed like they didn't get a certain result that they seemed to want from Sal. There was more to it of course, more Sal was repressing because if he remembered it would break him.

"You can't tell me anything I wouldn't believe, there are times I prayed to all the legendary pokemon to be sent anywhere that wasn't the mansion I grew up in. I was that desperate, but now I am out...well things just seem more scary...I think part of me would have never left. I still think part of me is still there and I'll just wake up there with this all being a dream. It has happened before you know?"

Sal's dreams were sometimes his only escape, back within the mansion they had been a constant source of much joy. Yet, outside it was the opposite he had nightmares all the time.

"I wish I knew what I wanted...it would make it much easier..."

@dimensionhoppinghybrids

-- rp: @popgoesthesneaselreturns

popgoesthesneaselreturns:

The very idea of that sent a chill down Sal's spine. That was a was strange occurance given that he was an ice type who normally should never feel chills. Yet, it was chilling because it meant having a human look at him. It meant having a human touch him. He shook his head back and forth, he couldn't take it! He couldn't!

"If its something inside, I'll find it myself! I have an idea where it is...I mean its logical right? I know where they would...where my teacher would pat me the most...they would want to know its there so..." The head, his teacher always made special note to stroke his head a lot but most often his ear. The one that was smaller than the other but held more flesh to it. Sal had read books where it was common to use the ear as the place where most tags were placed on pokemon. "My ear is the most likely place, it is a spot that would check on a lot." Meaning that if someone touched it they likely could feel it there. Sal wasn't willing to have a human touch him but Kianga could check.

He closes his eyes, contemplating the current situation. Helping Sal and protecting his family's abode were aligned interests now. "If you believe it is your ear, and you will not allow a human to help, I suppose I might be able to just feel with my claws... but my sense of touch when I am in human guise is much more perceptive." He never understood why, but that was just how he was made. Therefore, he never really questioned it too much.

He hoped this problem for Sal would be resolved quickly.