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[attr="class","bisc"]This was stupid. Arceus, what had he been thinking!?
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This is what Biscotti thinks as something explodes under his front bike tire. In a panic, he reaches for the big white box shoved in its white basket. There’s no thought for his well-being as he crashes into the ditch.

Sure, delivering baked goods to the soldiers seemed like a good idea. Rustboro and Petalburg weren’t even that far apart. And he was a nobody, who would pay attention to him. But not all weapons needed intent to fire.

His head slams into the ground. But he doesn’t feel any pain—he can’t. He also doesn’t notice as the foliage tears into him like an angry Liepard. All the boy’s labrador eyes see is baked goods raining from the sky. Some of them feature great, big Jigglypuff eyes over a silly smile. A few cookies shatter into dust. The Sinistea patterns he worked so hard to swirl smash into sugar cookie dust on the road.

Biscotti barely notices as a Larvitar cupcake hits his cheek.

He’d wanted to help so badly. To do something to make soldiers smile—just like he did in Galar. But he’d just messed it up.

Wallowing in inadequacy, he watches as dogfights rage in the skies above him.

Ignoring the five-second rule, he reaches for a cookie that'd fallen beside him.

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