GOD
He/Him
41
December 25th
Spikemunth
Northeast
Monster
Rocket Beast
I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.
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Shred
PRISMATIC PENITENTIARY
POSTED ON Apr 7, 2024 21:12:01 GMT
Nestled under the desk like a frightened child, you watch the elevator descend.
The three Pokemon standing atop it aren't familiar to you, at least, not at first. But as the gigantic hound steps forth, the memory of unidentified pawprints on Route 112 squirm in the back of your mind. Is this bloated mutt the source of those markings? Was it somehow involved in the Toxic Chain incidents of the past month? It has to be. There's no way it isn't. Then, assuming your theory is right, and Arceus knows that's a big assumption... Then that'd mean you're in--
Your thought is interrupted as a tray of mochi is slid into your cell. Your first instinct is to stomp it, to grind it into a fine paste beneath your heel, and kick what dregs remains through the cell bars. In that sense, it's fortunate you weren't served first, because that gives you the chance to see the price of rebellion. The sight of one poor son of a bitch getting mangled by that bastard hound are enough to temper your defiance.
The choices before you are clear: Eat it, or die. Not much of a choice, is it?
As the slaughter ends and mealtime begins, you emerge from your hidey-hole and approach the mochi. Carefully, you grab a piece, ripping it and ripping it until only the smallest of scraps remain. Then, with much hesitation, you shove the tiny piece into your mouth and choke it down.
Eating it is agony. Even a solid as soft as this feels like a shard of glass tumbling down your wounded throat. You never thought you'd long for the inoffensive modest soups of yesterday, yet here you are.
And as you finally force it down, your Toxic Chain mutates into a too-short tether to your cell. Looks like mealtime is over. Now it's time to get to work. But right now? That's the last thing on your mind.
"...I'm going to finish what I started." You murmur to Lulu Flint, though you don't make eye contact. "Figure something out. Please."
You know she's going to hate that. You telling her what to do, especially in such a vague and aimless manner. And yet, despite that, nothing she can say will change what you're going to do next. Nobody in this world, not Navy nor howard slayte nor declan walsh, could stop you.
At first, you seem to work. You smash clumps of rock as best you can with one arm, brushing small nuggets of dynite ore and chips of crystal into another. But after a few minutes or so, you break into a particular hefty boulder and find just what you're looking for - A glimmering purple Tera Shard, with a jagged edge and a sharp point.
You glance over to the mutt as it blusters about, meddling in the work of your peers. You grip the shank tightly in your hand.
You won't let them take you from you. You won't be their slave. You won't let them steal your individuality. You won't let them turn you into a cog in their machine. You won't let them subject that to everyone else, either. You'll do it. You'll do what everyone else is too afraid to do. These bastards are going to find out that Shred Zeppelin keeps his promises.
So, as the dog turns its back, you lunge forth. Wordlessly, you stab towards the dog's neck, aiming to puncture both his Toxic Chain and his jugular in a single strike.
And for your efforts?
CRACK. You feel your ribcage shudder as a massive green fist slams into your chest. The air is forced from your lungs. The Tera Shard falls from your hand as you hit the ground.
STOMP. A gigantic green foot stomps on your shoulder. You try to scream, but without the breath to do so, all you can manage is a strained cough. As you look up at the silhouette of your warden through bleary eyes, you think you can see a hint of an amused smile among those fangs.
PUNT. But amusement doesn't last long, especially for one with a whole ward of prisoners to torment. Your limp body is kicked like a can in the road, and comes tumbling to a halt right back where you started - At the feet of Lulu Flint.
All that struggle, all that sacrifice, and in the end?
All it took was one punch.
All it was worth were a few meagre seconds of distraction.
TL;DR - Shred eats the tiniest scrap of mochi, tells Lulu to solve problems while he does something stupid, finds himself a Tera Shard shank amidst the ore, IMMEDIATELY TRIES TO STAB OKIDOGI, and boy oh boy does he get his shit rocked SO BAD (B-but at least it was a good distraction right? Right???). Lulu Flint Oi9UgAty
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