twistedshades:
The fear I tasted from here was so delicious that I moaned out like a banshee, my roar filling the area with nothing but despair! The trees themselves began to shake as if laughing at the poor Pichu before me, and as they trembled with no remorse the wind, which was as cold as the arctic, began to howl around us. This poor soul was perhaps under the care of someone or something much stronger than it. They were both her benefactor AND her guardian, making sure that alllll her doldrums and tantrums were under a stern, watchful eye of both kindness and guidance. However, what I loved so much about this was the fact that it was these types who were so d e f e n s e l e s s. The ones they clung to failed to teach them how to survive and they, in their ignorance, grew so accustomed to the fact that someone so powerful would blanket them with protection.
If only she had known that I was here to fuck her up.
âOhhhh, donât you WORRY, baby doll! Why donât you s m i l e for meâŚ?â I allowed my tongue to practically m e l t out of my own mouth and rest right at our feet. In seconds this tongue had then extended as if I were some ungodly Lovecraftian creature, its stench so foul that it could bring tears to anotherâs beautiful eyes! This thick and smiley tongue then began to encase itself around the poor Pichu, its tight grip so firm and so unrelenting that it was as if I was attempting to squeeze the very life out of her. Glitchâs taste had also began to strike into me, and upon realizing how pure and fruitful her soul was I shuddered once again! She was perfect, I knewâ an absolutely d e l i c i o u s morsel that would make my undead heart t h u m p.
âDooooonât you worry,â my voice called in the wind, its haunting chill welcoming itself not into just the Pichuâs ears, but also her mind itself. âIâll take V E R Y good care of you! Youâll be miiine forever. Weâll play, and laugh, and play, play, play. Doesnât that sound F U N!? We can keep each other company F O R E V E R~!â
    {/Glitch was indeed under the care of someone bigger than her. However, heâs been training her to protect herself. Heâs been teaching her to hunt, to gather, and everything in between. Thatâs why he trusted Glitch to stay on her own for short periods of time. However, he was always quick to come back. But he wasnât this time. If anything, she was hoping that the Raichuâs scent would scare the strange PokĂŠmon away. But maybe he couldnât smell it over his own stench! It smelled so bad it made the tiny Pichu gag. It was so awful, how could anyone live smelling like this? How could a poison type not smell themselves and just immediately want to jump in a lake and scrub all the filth away? From the sides of her fur, the Pichu went to pat at her chest slightly as if to try and help clear her airways of this horrid stench.
     It didnât help, of course.
     When asked to smile, the tiny chu shook her head. She didnât want to smile. She didnât feel like smiling. Glitch was scared. The next thing she knew; she was ensnared. Quickly she began to struggle in the strangerâs hold. Trying to get out, trying to wriggle her tiny body out of it as much as possible. But he was like an Ekans! He was holding her so tight!
     She didnât want to go. He was scary. She wanted Thor, she wanted all her friends from the forest. Big brown eyes began to water as she lowered her head into her paws and began to sob. She couldnât move enough to get a Volt Tackle going. And if she used Thunder Wave, there was a chance sheâd be stuck in his hold with no way to get out of it. She was out of options! Glitch could get close enough to use Sweet Kiss on him either. Thinking on that, sheâd rather not kiss a PokĂŠmon that smells that bad. Maybe asking nicely will get her what she wants. First though, she has to stop crying.}
     âI wan- I want to stay here!â
