AU - May we die in the forest
Who: A wild Ivysaur and everyone who crosses his path
What: Your nature walk just got more interesting
Where: FDC woods
When: He'll be here all week until he's murdered
Warnings: Fighting, swearing, violence towards flora, Death
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What: Your nature walk just got more interesting
Where: FDC woods
When: He'll be here all week until he's murdered
Warnings: Fighting, swearing, violence towards flora, Death
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Funny how it all seemed to revolve around one spineless trainer. No, he was far from spineless. He had watched him with that Wartortle of his, and a quiet whisper had crept around his heart in a voice that was not entirely unlike his own. Would he have been happier if he had chosen someone else? He could not identify where that thought had come from. He hadn't meant Red. Was he testing his own loyalties? It didn't matter. He was Red's pokemon. That was all he would ever need.
… Yet he could not stop the bitter taste that rose in his throat as he watched them. It was frustrating. Frankie did not like frustration.
A distraction was in order. Conveniently enough, a place like this was swimming in rumours to investigate. Some of them were more true than others… He was still quite upset that someone had the gall to announce that they were there. Hmph. But placing aside his annoyances, one had caught his attention. Someone slashing tires and unruly Ivysaurs in the forest attacking humans? My, my. Taking a personal interest in it, Frankie had started to idly keep watch in his spare time. It never took too long for something to happen whenever someone wandered too far in unaware. Really, there wasn't anything very remarkable about it. He was just some punk.
… But then he got involved. Of course he would. He was too nice not to leave such a creature alone. He would hold out the olive branch of peace and extend the hand of friendship. Offer sweet words of kindness.
Watching those sweet sentiments-- ones that part of him so desperately desired for some reason he could not fathom-- be offered to another saur pushed things past their borders. Heat flowed through his veins and the bitter taste of jealousy was thick on his tongue.
It was confusing. Frankie did not like confusion. He did not understand it, and it lead to a very human emotion: that which could not be understood needed to be removed. This strange feeling inside of him needed to go. He could not be loyal to Red if it persisted. There was a simple solution to this. If he removed the other flower from the picture, that would ease his own frustrations and crush the other boy's happiness. He could not long for something that was not there.
And so he waited. The afternoon dragged later. Green finished with his visit, leaving the edge of the trees to return to the embrace of his team in the school. Good. Frankie idly straightened his tie as he waited. One moment… two moments… Enough time passed, and he strode into the treeline.
Come out, come out, wherever you are…
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Friday morning, he had met Green. The stupid little trainer had fed him leftovers.
Saturday morning, for reasons beyond his own understanding, the Ivysaur actually humoured the notion of seeing if he would show himself again. And he did. With fresh potato croquettes. The Ivysaur had actually chanced eating in the human's presence and it was... not unpleasant. He didn't stay very long, even though it was obvious the human was growing more curious about him.
Sunday, despite himself, the Ivysaur was beginning to grow curious as well. Green had delivered breakfast again. Strange, stupid, somewhat endearing little trainer.
The Seed Pokemon watched him walk back to the school, his back retreating into the distance. He lingered at the edge of the forest, lost in thought - what exactly was it about that human that confused him so much? He seemed different from the other trainers here, still soft and insecure. The Ivysaur felt no threat of subjugation from Green when really, he was simply a naive rookie.
Plus, Green never pressured the Ivysaur to leave the comfort zone of his habitat. Their meetings were always in the same place - at the cusp where the forest bled into the school trails. Safe, neutral ground.
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It was such a shame that this forest was never mentioned in the rumours.
But even then, it was still a safe place. Especially with such a fierce little watch dog at its borders. Who wouldn't feel safe? Clearly that's why Frankie was walking through the trees so freely. There was nothing at all to worry about here.
He knew where the pink bud was. A bit too close to the treeline for Frankie's comfort, but he didn't mind. His feet took him farther into the trees. He knew it was only a matter of time before the little guardian knew he was there as well. He'd come to him, guns blazing. He knew he would. It was like clockwork.
There was a human walking wherever he pleased in his forest, after all.
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Didn't take long at all for the sound of shoes treading atop old twigs, grass and soil to put the Ivysaur on alert. Duty called to him, and his musings on Green were quickly put aside. He darted back into the thick of the forest, eager to put any new trespassers in line.
A rustle in the bushes, downwind of where this new stranger roamed. Ivysaur watched him, trying to suss out his intentions for being here. He didn't seem lost at all - in fact, he walked around with not just a sense of purpose, but a sense of belonging.
And his smell... he smelled like flowers. Not the chemical that human women drenched their scent in, he smelled like real flowers. Familiar. The Ivysaur would've almost gone so far as to say it was comforting, if he didn't know any better.
There were Pokemon at the school who wore the guises of humans, he'd learned that. But the Ivysaur already gotten his hopes up on finding another one of his kid earlier that week - he was hesitant be so optimistic again.
He crept closer, tailing the human like a leafy shadow. Curiosity was making him bolder.
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His steps had acquired a quiet echo behind him. Frankie couldn't help but smile a bit to himself. The watch dog was right on time. After a bit of this following game, Frankie came to a sudden stop and turned to take a look behind him. Now where... Ah. There. He looked directly in the Ivysaur's direction so there was little mistake that the fellow knew exactly where he was.
"If you're going to make the effort of following me, you should at least say hello."
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Still high on contentment from a less-than-disagreeable meeting for breakfast. Enough to make him go soft, he realized with a hint of irritation.
Taking a few steps back, the Ivysaur tried to find his edge again. Red eyes narrowed, bristling. "Who the hell are you?"
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"No one in particular," he replied casually, moving his hands in front of him to straighten one of the cuffs of his sleeve. At least no one this particular Ivysaur was worth sharing a name with. Not yet, anyway. Maybe if he put on a good show and gave Frankie a few smiles, he'd dignify him with a name he'd be able to hate.
"is this how you always greet people? It's quite the warm welcome."
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The Ivysaur's ears perked just slightly; this 'human' understood Pokemon speech. Well enough to take up conversation, even pick up profanity. And he smelled of his kind. Against his better judgment, a mote of optimism blinked to life again.
He wasn't ready to come out from behind his wall of suspicion just yet, but cracks were starting to form in his defenses.
"I don't greet humans. But you're not, are you? You're just lowering yourself t'wearing their skin."
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"It's much better to think of it as adding another skill to your set."
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Well, those did sound like something the Ivysaur would call him. He held his tongue in annoyance - he didn't like the other's haughty tone, the way he laughed. Was that something he learned off playing human too long, or was he naturally just conceited?
It didn't seem like he was interested in the Ivysaur's opinion, at any rate.
"Why?" He couldn't fathom a reason any Pokemon would need such a skill. "Just t'go to that dumbass school?
"You're an Ivysaur, aren't you?" And Ivysaurs didn't go to school, as far as he was concerned. Ivysaur was a job in of itself.
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Oh, but a lot of those were things he shouldn't really be sharing with the Ivysaur quite yet. So he simply shrugged. "We can just say it seemed like a good idea at the time, and it certainly hasn't proved otherwise so far."
Here he gave a slow smile. "But you're correct. I have been for quite some time." The days of a sweeter dispositioned Bulbasaur were long gone, faded with the crossing of Nugget Bridge years ago. "Does my form offend you?"
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It was wrong and unnecessary, no matter what the advantages were - and any Pokemon who stooped to such measures only dishonoured their own pride. What a mockery of the self it was. Disappointing that the first Ivysaur he'd met in years had lost himself in human skin. Did he even remember how to be an Ivysaur anymore?
(Then again, the same could've been said for himself. It'd been too long since he had been amongst others of his kind, social and free of hate.)
"Humans are disgusting. I don't care why, turning into one's just fuckin' unnatural."
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If he hated this human appearance so much, it was going to stay right there. He already knew exactly what he was, so the sweetness would still be there. The thought kept Frankie's smile a pleasant one as he feigned an interest in something just beyond the Ivysaur.
"Hm. You seem to be getting along just fine with that other human."
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With a scoff, what little enjoyment he did take from these breakfasts got tossed aside. Even if Green was admittedly not unpleasant, dismissing him felt easy. "Whatever. Not my idea. He's just an airhead who doesn't know when to quit."
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Something in Frankie's expression had darkened. The comment, much like the whole scenario, shouldn't have bothered him. It wasn't his human this punk of an Ivysaur spoke of. It wasn't his human giving the other flower his attention. Why then? Why was he filled with the desire to make the Ivysaur regret he had ever said them? They shouldn't have gotten to him but they had slid under his skin so easily. The feeling to defend felt bizarrely instinctual. That mouth needed to be silenced.
It was treason to the highest degree and he knew it in every part of him. ... This would be incredibly satisfying.
He had turned fully, starting to take deliberate strides towards the Ivysaur. That smile remained, but it no longer held any of the pleasantries it had moments before. It was starting to become rather unsettling. "That's right," he agreed softly, stopping just short of him. "He doesn't know when to leave things to themselves. He's able to see the good in pokemon. An admirable quality, even if it's faulty at times."
Oh what was that creeping along the ground. Was that a vine? Oh wow it was totally a vine and it was moving on it's own and... Oh. Hey, Mr. Ivysaur, it was heading straight towards your feet.
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The air around the humanized Pokemon seemed to grow suddenly cold - the sudden shift in his demeanor was enough to make the Ivysaur freeze like a Stantler in headlights. He blinked, a slow feeling of dread washing over him.
His instincts were urging him to run as he normally did in any sour situation, but his feet weren't moving. There was just a block in his head that couldn't understand the idea of an Ivysaur attacking another Ivysaur. It defied their nature as he knew it. They weren't hunters, they weren't aggressive amongst each other in a pod.
Humans hurt and betrayed things, yes. All he knew of evil was of humankind. But he never fathomed any Ivysaur, or any Pokemon for that matter, could learn their capacity for pure and simple cruelty.
So he didn't notice the vine until it was a moment too late. How was he supposed to know even humanized Pokemon could use their attacks?
"Wh--?!?
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