"Hello, Mi-"

"OH SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I swore blindly at the feminine voice, banging against various walls of the submarine and not realising how strong my bubble was. Evidently, that soup was going to get me killed. After sinking down a hole and sleeping on a bed of seaweed for a second, a lone Pokemon who was now sharing the bubble with me had held me against the steel walls of the submarine. I didn't expect her to elbow my eye, cleaning it out of the remaining spice. I was blind for a few seconds, thanking the Pokemon more than once until I suddenly got the urge to kill.

I gasped. "Desia..." She was unimpressed, staring at me while the shadowy aura around her was giving her an unnatural contrast. "...what the HELL are you doing?! Coaxing me by spicing the soup and trying to guilt-trip me, after rubbing my eyes and the... experience of unnatural pleasures of being organic and not just a steel Pokemon anymore, and... er... you're still bullshitting!"

"I could do much, [i]much[/i] better than that, you pathetic ball of scrap. I could've ended you, right here, right now." I sniffed, hard. Maybe that was the remaining spice, maybe that was poking me in a soft spot. Which she somehow knew. "But, instead, I'm coating my limb in that spice you say belongs to me. How ironic. You're so stupid by blaming everything on me, and I prefer not to know how you've gotten so ugly within a day or two." I would've used a pun for ironic. Maybe 'iron-ic.'

"Oh you. Being all fancy by calling me all of the above." I whacked her clean limb away, getting three claws out of my face. She took it as a threat and prepared to lunge at me until I started to talk. The eeriness of the submarine was disturbed by creaking. "What is it? You're not here to kill me, yet you're going to once we meet again." By talking to her, I was risking everything. I could've at least tried to shock her, but at the moment I was doing the opposite of making sure I didn't. What a fateful mistake... I think the glowing purple scar on my face influenced me, but I would never know.

"I've got a proposition: you help kill Davis, I'll let you live for now. Otherwise you've got 'goons' right outside that creaking door you just glanced at." She chillingly said, wiping her arm on the algae-covered surfaces of the submarine.

It terrified me how much she knew about me, so much so as plucking words from my narration. [s]"...what the hell, BAN HER!"[/s] "...excuse me? Davis is dead, and now you expect me to excavate his remains and overkill them? Seems legit."

She face-clawed, sighing to the point where it disturbed her thorax. "No, you idiot. He's alive, and I could care less. I know you wouldn't, though. You spent all your young life near that deceptive bastard... looking for him too." I was trembling (with excitement), although I couldn't let that show. I zapped my magnets together, just to warn her to get to the good stuff already. "Oh, fine, since you're in a hurry and I just cannot wait to tell you. He's on an island relaxing with Milloon, the REAL one. You're just a weak clone to fill in for his pet." I shut my eyelid.

"...can I kill you now, for shaming a friend of mine as if his death wasn't already painful enough? You dare use this time of peace to continuously INSULT US?!" I was holding back tears, inhaling deeply so my own thorax wouldn't collapse from despair. "You, despicable-"

"Bitch? I've heard that word more than any other woman should. I'm just smiling at how you would react to finding out you've been replaced... by the real you. The island's not that far from here, being a far distance from you and your friends if you go far enough ahead..." She was chuckling, looking away at me as she somehow didn't feel odd for spending such close time near me. I felt as if this conversation was beginning to end. "Oh, you can go tell all your little friends about this. Maybe they won't think you're my accomplice. Your choice. Now go, before those 'goons' get mad for calling them that." She 'goons' loudly. I was almost dead from not properly breathing as I escaped her cackle and 'goons' while I escaped the submarine.

...

Here I was now. Further ahead would lie Davis' supposed residence. She could've been right, not killing me until the last minute... maybe she was just trying to get into my head. Either way, if I solved my piece of this journey, then at least I would have one less thing to worry about. For now, it was happy times, just owning the trio of Pokemon. "You his friends? Oh good, I was hoping for an introduction." Oddly enough, I retained her voice, or at least the style Desia talked like for a second.