It’s late, and Andres mayhaps was a little tipsy. Not the best combination when you were walking home alone. Or well, in his case, hotel. Chuchi padded behind him keeping an eye out while Andres moved slowly, squinting through the darkness. The fat Eevee kept him close to the streetlamps, occasionally eyeing the darkness for threats. She was always eager to pick a fight and Andres’ ability to attract trouble only enabled her violent urges. [break][break]

The blonde stumbled to a crossroads and began to turn the corner before noting part of the streets was blacked out. Lights were off and he could barely see some of the cars parked down the way. That’s definitely not the way to the hotel, right? He looked at Chuchi who was already facing the right way home. Something safely lit and following the main strip. He’s about to follow when his weak heart jumps a little at the sound of something slapping the concrete and then the noise that followed after it. Straight out of a horror movie type behavior. [break][break]

He’s about to keep going away, far away form that when Chuchi moved forward, sniffing at the air before inching closer and closer through the darkness. “W-Wait! Chuchi!” the blonde whisper screamed as he followed the normal type. He’s not exactly happy about this, but Chuchi’s already halfway gone and he isn’t about to end up alone on a creepy intersection. The pokemon, for her part, pads without fear towards the two strange smells before her before stepping into the sticky and warm ooze on the ground. “Chuchi c’mon-” Andres hissed before he turned on his phone light, suddenly shining the spotlight on Jasper and the horrible source of the warm ooze under them. “I don’t th- CARAJO!” Andres yelped in surprise as he approached the red puddle, Chuchi sniffing at it and the poor trainer near it. “A-Are you ok?!?”


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Of course, she’s not ok. Andres isn’t either, grimacing at the gruesome scene. “Here, get off the ground.” He said offering the trainer a hand before shining his phone light on the gruesome scene. There, mixed with the grime and filth of the sidewalk was a puddle of dark red. It had clearly been there for a while since the edges were a little dry, leaving behind whatever was mixed into the substance. Chuchi was diligently sniffing at it and even attempted to lick the substance before Andres snapped at her. “Don’t you dare, that’s fucking gross Chuchi!” [break][break]

The obese pokemon huffed at him before circling towards the lump of flesh Jasper had fallen on. Its covered in a bloodied tarp and its pretty big. He’d say almost adult sized. “Oh Gods, what the fuck is that?!” Chuchi growled at him, trying to get him to calm down. Dead bodies were nothing new to pokemon born in the wild after all. “Holy shit, what did you do?!” he continued circling the corpse and Jasper before looking back at them. “I’m not about to be accessory to this, Chuchi we gotta go.” There a pause suddenly. “Oh….wait….sh…should we call this in though…? To the cops I mean…?” He didn’t want to stand around with the police for 4 hours tonight though.


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At least she wasn’t injured. All the red on her was from the body on the ground. That’s good. He didn’t have to worry about her bleeding out and explained TWO dead bodies. “Well, how am I supposed to know that?!” Andres hissed back as she claimed her innocence. And to be fair, he believed her. What sicko would purposefully lay all over their own victim? She sounded upset and he doubted she was the killer in question. She wasn’t looking at him, just the mess on the ground. [break][break]

The body made a gross squish when she kicked it. Andres gagged. He didn’t even know he had that reflex. “W-What do you mean no-” before he can finish the sentence, they’re already on him…hugging him? And then he felt the stickiness of the blood beginning to coat his back and chest and he grimaced. To anyone passing by it might’ve looked like a couple of lovers in the darkness, having a little bit of PDA in the shadows. [break][break]

He can’t undue the damage, but he can cop a feel of the stranger’s ass as they grossed him up. “Hmm, a little small but firm.” He noted before she backed off. He did as well expecting a slap or punch to the nose for his insolence. But if she was gonna get handsy with him, so was he. “Lift?! Where? Exactly?” he asked though he was already assessing the corpse while Chuchi backed away to find somewhere to drop the damn thing. “What’s your plan after? We’re COVERED in blood? What’re we gonna say, guerita? Oh, just heading out to our shift at Spirit fuckin’ Halloween!?”


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Andres, who had little to no experience dealing with criminal activity shut up quite easily at the shushing form Jasper. He watched her, practically pouting as she tried to figure out their way out of this now that he was implicated thanks to the fresh blood on his sweet digs. “Jeez ok…” he mumbled as she continued being the brains of the operation. He let out a muffled yelp, just barely catching himself as she tore his clothes. His eyes widened and he felt the sweet relief that it had most definitely NOT been anything Supreme. [break][break]

“Ok…ok…taking the Spirit Halloween idea seriously sure…” he frowned at her putting a hand over her own shoulder and ripping down what he could. “What do we do about the body though? Just?? Leave it? We’re gonna leave footprints!” he hissed as her as he carefully tried to pull at things that wouldn’t completely unravel on him and make him look like a total creep. He sent a silent prayer she wouldn't beat his ass. It'd been her idea after all.


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Before Andres could complain or panic anymore, he felt a sharp pain in his foot and clamped a hand over his mouth to keep himself from screaming. The stiffled scream made his cheeks poof out like pikachu cheek pouches. “What the fuck?!”the blonde hissed as she got to work examining the lump under the sheet. “Was that really necessary, guera?!” he added quietly balancing on one foot to reach and squeeze his pained foot.
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At least she had a plan. He tilted his head as she considered it before nodding at her. “N-No…that sounds pretty good an option. The pokemon around the docks can take care of it…problem solved.” He should be horrified he was even saying that, but better this than to get caught with a dead body. “We’ll just sya we’re moving around props or something.” He added quietly as he began the work of making sure they could even grab the fucking body without getting leaked on. Unless directed, he would continue to move the body in an attempt to carry it to its final resting place.


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They were on the same page at least. Move quietly, dispose of this thing, and maybe reveal what they did on their death beds. She let out a Decidueye and he gave it a quick wave. Chuchi stared up at it, eyes glinting curiously. As she spoke with her pokemon, Andres and his own kept the look out for passerby though it seemed unlikely this late, on a fucking Tuesday of all days. Was it Tuesday? He was pretty sure. [break][break]

“Shut the fuck and freeze, got it.” He whispered back, already hefting the corpse off the floor and following her lead with their flying friend above. With that, the four of them crept through the streets. Thankfully, not too long. The docks were nearby. He could tell by the sound of waves lapping at rows of yachts. Again, pretty much deserted. It’s either too cold or too weekday to be out here. Whatever the case, its lucky for them. As they moved towards one of the more shadow-covered sections, he whispered “I need a fucking drink to calm my nerves after this. 7/11 better be open.” With that he’s more than keen to open up the tarp on his side and just let his half of the corpse roll out. It does. And the blonde is disgusted and horrified to see a mangle Gardevoir head loll out of the fucking tarp. “Holy shit!” he hissed barely able to closed him mouth to keep form screaming.


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Andres looked over at Jasper and nodded. “Fuck it, Wawa it is. I’m not too picky.” He said with a tired grin. He’s glad at least that despite her ease at figuring out a plan to dispose of the body, she’s still grossed out at the sight of it coming out of the tarp. They finally reached their destination and readied to swing the damn thing into the water. With one, two, three swings the body is throwing into dark waters and Andres can only pray something made chum of the psychic type. [break][break]

“Let’s move.” He whispered, not sticking around long enough to see if something came to pick off the dead pokemon. He would stick to Jasper as they made their way back out quickly and stealthily. He tried not to say anything, taking commands form her and her Decidueye as they put distance between themselves and the scene of the crime. Once far enough, he let out a sigh and nodded over at the woman, “So…Wawa?”


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