@mahlna IS TRYING TO MURDER ME
It was just meant to be simple. Bad things didn’t happen in the Pokemon world…right? They all just got along and had battles sometimes, then laughed it off and one person gave the other money and they said goodbye. That’s how battles were supposed to go.
Now, it feels as though she’s been PUNCHED in the chest, and it actually takes her a full minute to realise there’s a handle sticking out of her fucking body. Panic is her first reaction, Moon dropping to her knees and shrieking at the top of her voice. The noise cuts out half way, the burning feeling of using air from her injured lung making her cough and splutter as she doubles over. Arceus, she can feel the metal inside her body but she doesn’t know whether or not to take the weapon out of her.
“Help-” she wheezes pathetically, trying to shout but the pain is far too crippling.
He’s pawing through a paper bag as he bumps the door open, long fingers shuffling through the boxes of junk that it contains. Dunk-a-roos, pop tarts, some gushers... and ah, at the bottom, there are the capri-suns, stuck beneath all the rest.
“Hey, Moon, I brought you a treat --”
It’s meant to be a SURPRISE, much like his sudden appearance in her home, unannounced and unlikely to be stopped by a simple ‘no’. He had knocked the door open without much thought to it’s state, but if he’d been paying attention... he would have seen how it looked TAMPERED with, how the signs were THERE.
But he didn’t. He didn’t even hear her.
“Moon? I know you’re home -- your dumb hat’s on the counter, y’don’t leave without it.”
He expected teasing. Maybe for her to jump out and try and scare him,
Not this. Not her, crouched on the floor, clutching at her chest.
The bag, the boxes, the treats and the snacks -- it hits the floor with the pit of his stomach and in an INSTANT he’s across the room, the time and the steps it took to get there forgotten in his panic.
He’s supposed to know what to do. This isn’t the first time he’s seen someone stabbed, and he should... he KNOWS that he needs to do something, he... he has to get her to HELP.
“Shit... it’s okay -- it’s gonna be okay, I’m here. I’m gonna get you help -- but I gotta move ya. W-we can’t keep you here, it’s - - fuck.”