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The kid was the first to respond to Noah’s concern. She crawled out of her tent and showed off a bleeding arm. Noah shook his head. That wasn’t good. Not at all. Hell if he knew how bad it really was, though. He certainly wasn’t a doctor. If it wasn’t going to kill her, then she needed to clean it off as soon as possible. Though to be fair...with that look on her face, she seemed dead to the world anyway.

The kid then introduced herself as an Ivy Aspen, which when paired with her green hair, was just cheeky enough for Noah to want to punch both of her parents in the throat. Ivy didn’t even fit, if you asked him. She seemed like more of a “Mary” or a “Jane”, really. 

In the silence that followed, Noah’s attention slipped back to the goddamn ground having just moved. There seemed to be a bit more damage than he had originally thought. There was whatever had cut the Kid, obviously, but upon closer observation, Noah noticed that branches had fallen all over the makeshift campsite. A particularly nasty looking branch had landed right where Noah had almost put his tent...but he reconsidered when one of the others claimed a spot closer than what he would have been comfortable with. That was an eerie feeling...if he would have been quicker on the draw, he’d have likely been smashed beneath the fucker…

A chill ran down Noah’s spine.

Trying to get his mind off that, Noah tried to see how the others were doing but... quite a few were still missing. The Lesbians, Fuckboi, and the Kid were around...but no sign of the others. That probably wasn’t good…

Noah’s next question slid out without him even realizing he had said anything, but the bleeder answered yet again. Well...if you could even call her smartass remark an answer. Noah scowled, 

[color=529447]“No shit. But when’s the last time you felt an earthquake in fucking [i]Johto[/i]”[/color] he hissed. To tell the truth, he had never felt an earthquake before. If he was lucky, he’d never have to feel one again. That shit just did not sit right with him.

The kid released her fluffy Pokemon which just...stared at him. Fuck the earthquake, this...THING was much more unnerving. In a group with an actual literal ghost as a Pokemon, that little ball of fluff should not be the creepiest thing around. Noah felt as if a part of was actually dying simply by looking into its eyes. He looked away and fidgeted uncomfortably. He then retrieved Bowser’s pokeball and returned the little guy. All of sudden, Noah really just wanted to be anywhere but there.

Hell, if it wasn’t getting to be so dark, Noah would have been totally down to get moving again. The sooner they got to Goldenrod, the sooner he would be free of the Dreadfluff. Oddly enough, that little thirty minute nap, the earthquake, and the soul-crushing fear was actually pretty energizing. Whoddathunkit?

So, Noah channeled that energy in the best way he could: he began to rebuild his “tent.”

And if the motherfucker fell down again, he’d burn the whole goddamn forest to the ground.


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