She had not noticed at first, but the bag that she had been carrying was suddenly feelingâŠwet. When she looked at her hands, she knew that she hadnât gotten him hurt that easily had she? It was squishy, the bag was cold and it was NOT her bag. She nearly immediately dropped the bag and in doing so, broke the bag open which was soon followed by a horrendous stench and she brought her paws to suddenly cover her face, only there was something, she didnât know what on her paws. She immediately threw her arms out infront of herself and then wriggled back quickly starting to back grack. When she took the bag off and she looked around. Someone swapped the bag on her? How?! Who the hell did that so quickly?
She was seeing a ton of mon and there were some that were turning their noses up at her and making a look on their face and a few not-so-nice comments about the âreekâ her paws were stained with some kind of nastyness and that bag she had been swapped with also had something gross in it. She really didnât want to know what was in it. To be frank, the smell was⊠Well, excrement is the only thing that came to her mind. It was giving her a bit of nausea. Did a mon really give her a bag of shit to swap out for her own bag?
Growling under her breath, she was going to have to go into the sewer, really? She definitely didnât want to go down there, but where else would a stench like that come from? It was still making her nose burn even, but if some mon had taken the bag, whether on accident or not, thinking there was food or money in it. It didnât matter. She was searching in the alley way to see if she could find anything, somewhere they might have run to hide with the bag, or hell even where they could have come out of hiding. Her ears flicked lightly âDamnit, how the hell did this happen..â
That little Phascomon had trusted she would help him, and here she goes losing him in a city where there are angelic mon about, mon that would just kill him without a second thought to it. She wasnât in a panicâed mode, not yet at least. They had to be hiding somewhere nearby, where the mon was able to slip by without her noticing. Though she had been a little panicâed. She was trying to retrace her steps, walking back and forth while thinking, when did she take off the bag? Mentally she retraced her steps but there was a sudden disgusting whiff that made her gag and she put an arm up over her face for a few seconds. Looking around, a burst of some kind of âcloudâ just came up from between two sections of building, it was a small spot, far too small for her to fit in with her current form.
There was a filth-covered hole in the ground, with no grate that led downward, she couldnât particularly see where, but she did notice that there was a padding of fresh, wet very small footprints that disappeared into the mucky alleyway she had tried to cut through to get away from the crowds. âThat settles it, then⊠Iâm going to the sewersâ  She knew there were mon given the job of cleaning and the general upkeep of the sewers, plus for a âcleanerâ look in the city the power was all run underground as well. There would be openings that she would be able to fit in.
As more time passed, she was going to be finding it more difficult to track him down, however. She knew where an entrance had been, as long as they didnât change that too she knew where to go and it wasnât that far away from here.
Quickly she moved back into the crowd, and while slipping by and through the group of other mon, she managed to grab a nice scarf, which wouldnât stay that way seeing she would use it as whatever kind of filter she could manage for herself in the sewer. The mon she stole the scarf off of, it was just decor anyways, some human world bit to dress yourself up..supposedly. This entire town was built on âthis is how itâs done in the human worldâ after all.
There it was, a large garbage chute, literally anything and everything could get swept up in there, she remembers smaller mon accidentally going through this part and getting swept inside. Which is probably why they built around it to conceal how âuglyâ it was, didnât help with the smell in the area, but they were close to where the original part of the town, that had been utterly destroyed, was once at. She walked up to it and hesitated, walking back and doing a half circle pace âIf youâre not down here and I do this for nothing⊠Iâm going to be so pissed off!â  She knew sheâs talking to herself, but there wasnât any helping it as she closed her eyes, sighing âOkayâŠâ  Moving toward the chute and resting her left paw on the top of it as she peered inside for a moment and then she sat down on the edge and slipped down into the chute.
The Phascomon reached the end of the chute with a heavy thud rather than a splash. He was so relieved, yet in such pain from the landing. It got worse when that damn Neamon finally dropped and landed smack dab on top of him.Â
The sewer itself was a huge tunnel that was made of some kind ofâŠmetal? It didnât seem to rust or corrode with the water though. Various pipes of different sizes spread all through the tunnels like the roots of a tree. There were also markings on the wall, all painted on in different colors, reds, blues, yellows and even orange. Was this official navigation for the Mons that worked here or something for Mons like this Neamon to follow so they couldnât get caught stealing?
The tunnel was apparently, very, very deep as well. There appeared to be two metal walkways at either side of the tunnel, which he couldnât be more thankful for right now when he saw how much further of drop it wouldâve been into the water below.Â
Surprisingly, the sewer itself wasnât dirty. It was almost spotless actually, even the water was relatively clean and clear but that horrendous smell was still there. Holy fuck, what was that smell, what WAS it? Â
The Phascomon couldnât stick with that train of thought for too long when the stench hit him again. He had to close the bag up more, as tightly as he could. Did this thing not have a sense of smell? He couldnât even swat at them because he was covering his nose and holding the bag shut. He wanted to just hold his breathe but he feared tasting the air if the smell alone was this terrible. What kind of Mon would drag food down here let alone stolen goods? Did they know he was in it? They had to know he was in the bag. Maybe this was a trap? Get him down here and try to choke him out with the smell of the place?
This Neamon wasnât being gentle in the least bit with the bag and they brought it all the way down here to this hell of stink-dom, there was no way theyâd bring food or goods here. He hoped they werenât that stupid anyways.
He wasnât sure what their intentions were but while he was thinking it over (and dying in the stench of the sewer) the Neamon had hoisted the bag back over its head. The Mon quickly turned tail down the large tunnel which made the Phascomon dig his claws into the bag. Oh please donât trip, please donât trip! One wrong move and this Neamon would be sending him to him stinky grave.
