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Part Four, and the last part, of my E6.2 story that my teams will participate in.

Team Bug Out (Merchants)
Team Quiet Frost (Rescuers)
Team Cold Blood (Rogues)
Team Imperial Torch (Merchants)

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For this piece I thought I'd try something a little more abstract. I originally made the black goop at the top a dark red, to match the colour of a Scizor's exoskeleton, but it looked too much like blood, So I just made it black. Hopefully it doesn't look that bad.

Off to University tomorrow!

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When the eerie music echoed through the woods, the forest erupted in demented imagery. The inhabitants were haunted by hallucinations, never certain of whether or not something was real. Only the strongest of minds could beat back these illusions.

A lone Scizor tip-toed through the woods, staying cautious of his path. His scarf, a damaged old thing that must of previously belonged to another ‘mon, waved as the wind caught it. It you had not met this Scizor before, you would have thought that the right half of his face was distorted due to the illusions of the forest. Sadly, it really was his face. He had a close encounter with some Heatmors when he was in the Prismatic Jungle months ago after he had a run in with a… rival of sorts. He wanted to end their rivalry, yet the rival in question would not bother. Like what felt so many years ago, his rivalry began, and just as he did back then he freaked out, bringing attention from some hungry Heatmors. When he met his rival again in the Creeping Forest, he wanted to end him, wipe him out of existence, yet he was defeated by a superior(no matter how much he hated to admit it) soldier. Now wherever he went in this forest, he saw the face of the one he hated, mocking him. All he wanted to do was to scream. All he wanted to do was-

“What are you doing here?” a strangely familiar voice barked.

The Scizor turned around, gazing upon the one who owned the threatening voice. He saw a Banette, wearing what looked like the hat of a Cacturne on his head. He wore a blue bandana with a four leaf clover pinned to it. The ghost leer at him, as if he wanted the Scizor dead.

“Who the hell are you?” he asked, leering back at the ghost like he committed a sin.

“You should know who I am. After all, you did try to kill my partner. Ain’t that right, Metallica?”

The Scizor went wide-eyed. Well, as much as he could get, with his eye slightly covered by the molted exoskeleton that seemed to hide his eye from the world. Only family and friends of his past knew of his nick-name. As for claiming an attempted murder…

Arnold smiled as he recognized the former Shuppet that he met in the Prismatic Jungle hanging around Jacob. “So, you evolved, huh?”

“Good, now that you remember me-“

Without any major body movement, Joe floated up toward the Scizor’s face, barely any space between them. “Answer my question,” Joe demanded. “What are you doing here?”

“I think it’s pretty obvious,” Arnold answered, remaining unflinching as he smiled back at the ghost.

“To cause the death of an innocent ‘mon?” Joe said, not amused.

The smile quickly faded from Arnold’s lips. “He is no more innocent than of what you think of me.”

“You already killed another ‘mon before you came here.”

“That fire was an accident and that damned Scyther knows it. He must not tell you a lot of things about his past.”

“He’s told me enough about it to know which side to take.”

“Obviously Banette’s can’t tell the difference between the truth and lies. If you knew how to, you’d be wary of how much you’d trust hi-“

Angered by the words that Arnold had uttered, Joe transformed into a demented form of himself, much like Devonshire does at times. He wrapped himself around Arnold, wanting to keep him close, unable to escape. With one of his hands, he grasped onto the right side of the Scizor’s face, shining a sinister smile. Arnold was not fazed by this. He only stared back as the darkness that Joe had simulated, the heat rising around-

Heat? Why was it getting so hot? The only light he could see was the eyes of the ghost and a purple fire erupting around him. Was he trying to melt him? His right side of his face felt as if the sun was pressing against it as the pain escalated. Soon he could not contain himself. He let out a scream that would have echoed through the forest, yet he couldn’t even hear himself whimper. Was this ghost really hell-bent on tormenting him like this? He wanted it to end. He just wanted to scream.

Without warning, Joe had loosened his grip on the Scizor. The bug let out a gasp, which he was thankful to hear, as he crashed to the ground, landing on his knees and hands, unable to get up. He didn’t need to see his face to know what happened; the pain told him all he needed to know. What was left of this exo-skeleton on his face had melted off, his face no scarred. He would need to check how massive the damage was, to check if the burn could be easily healed or not, whether it was to be healed by a meal of Rawst berries or a lengthy, medical Heal Pulse session.

The ghost stood in front of him, looking malevolent as he saw the damage he gave. “Know you can begin to feel the damage you did to the one who perished,” he said prolifically. “Now you can start to understand how you hurt Jacob.”

Arnold lifted his gaze from the ground, a mix of bewilderment and rage etched on his face. “Understand how I hurt him? You know jack shit about the past we shared, don’t you?”

Joe was getting sick of being left in the dark, not knowing what people are talking about. “What the hell do you mean?” he asked, interested in hearing what the Scizor had to say.

Through clenched teeth, the Scizor began to tell his side. “I trusted him,” he started to growl. “I trusted him like a brother, and he spat on me, like I wasn’t with him for his life. I gave up who I was, and he pushed me aside. He didn’t even give me a reason!” Tears started to form around his eyes. The burnt eye let out a red hued tear, obviously stained with blood. “He gave everything up tied to his old life, he never wanted to see me again.”

“I’m sure he-”

“SHUT UP!! You don’t know. You don’t know anything!”

The outburst left Arnold in a crippled state, unable to utter another word. He started to sob, no longer able to hold it in. At first Joe thought this was a guise, an attempt to make Joe turn on Jacob, to plant an ambush on the Scyther. But the feelings of sadness and hatred emanating from the shell of a former warrior, feelings he always avoided, were so strong on him. He meant every word. Every one of them.

Joe slowly faded into the forest, not waiting for another word. He was confused, whether or not he himself had just harmed an innocent ‘mon. He drifted off to find his partner, leaving Arnold to mumble his thoughts over his rival and his fate.

Instead of an ambush that was planted, it was the idea of concerning over Jacob, of why this rivalry even started.

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It had been half an hour since Joe had left him, and Jacob had grown worried for his puppet friend. The Scyther had been dropped off at a strategic point ten minutes ago to ambush the Zoroark should she come his way. He was worried Joe would get lost in the woods, causing more frustration for him.

A rustling of the bush behind him put him on edge. Jacob turned to see what was coming for him, spying upon a familiar face.

Jacob calmed himself as Joe emerged from the bush. “’Bout time you showed up,” Jacob said. “You would of missed the party.”

“Just my luck,” Joe said, hiding his discomfort over the situation he was just in.

“What did you go chasing after anyway?” Jacob asked.

“It was an illusion that tricked me. I got out of it though, as you can see.”

They spent the rest of their time in silence, waiting for the signal. Waiting for whatever may come.

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Description
Part Four, and the last part, of my E6.2 story that my teams will participate in.

Team Bug Out (Merchants)
Team Quiet Frost (Rescuers)
Team Cold Blood (Rogues)
Team Imperial Torch (Merchants)

FIRST |PREVIOUS |NEXT|LAST

Cameo Request Poster (ALWAYS OPEN)

For this piece I thought I'd try something a little more abstract. I originally made the black goop at the top a dark red, to match the colour of a Scizor's exoskeleton, but it looked too much like blood, So I just made it black. Hopefully it doesn't look that bad.

Off to University tomorrow!

======

When the eerie music echoed through the woods, the forest erupted in demented imagery. The inhabitants were haunted by hallucinations, never certain of whether or not something was real. Only the strongest of minds could beat back these illusions.

A lone Scizor tip-toed through the woods, staying cautious of his path. His scarf, a damaged old thing that must of previously belonged to another ‘mon, waved as the wind caught it. It you had not met this Scizor before, you would have thought that the right half of his face was distorted due to the illusions of the forest. Sadly, it really was his face. He had a close encounter with some Heatmors when he was in the Prismatic Jungle months ago after he had a run in with a… rival of sorts. He wanted to end their rivalry, yet the rival in question would not bother. Like what felt so many years ago, his rivalry began, and just as he did back then he freaked out, bringing attention from some hungry Heatmors. When he met his rival again in the Creeping Forest, he wanted to end him, wipe him out of existence, yet he was defeated by a superior(no matter how much he hated to admit it) soldier. Now wherever he went in this forest, he saw the face of the one he hated, mocking him. All he wanted to do was to scream. All he wanted to do was-

“What are you doing here?” a strangely familiar voice barked.

The Scizor turned around, gazing upon the one who owned the threatening voice. He saw a Banette, wearing what looked like the hat of a Cacturne on his head. He wore a blue bandana with a four leaf clover pinned to it. The ghost leer at him, as if he wanted the Scizor dead.

“Who the hell are you?” he asked, leering back at the ghost like he committed a sin.

“You should know who I am. After all, you did try to kill my partner. Ain’t that right, Metallica?”

The Scizor went wide-eyed. Well, as much as he could get, with his eye slightly covered by the molted exoskeleton that seemed to hide his eye from the world. Only family and friends of his past knew of his nick-name. As for claiming an attempted murder…

Arnold smiled as he recognized the former Shuppet that he met in the Prismatic Jungle hanging around Jacob. “So, you evolved, huh?”

“Good, now that you remember me-“

Without any major body movement, Joe floated up toward the Scizor’s face, barely any space between them. “Answer my question,” Joe demanded. “What are you doing here?”

“I think it’s pretty obvious,” Arnold answered, remaining unflinching as he smiled back at the ghost.

“To cause the death of an innocent ‘mon?” Joe said, not amused.

The smile quickly faded from Arnold’s lips. “He is no more innocent than of what you think of me.”

“You already killed another ‘mon before you came here.”

“That fire was an accident and that damned Scyther knows it. He must not tell you a lot of things about his past.”

“He’s told me enough about it to know which side to take.”

“Obviously Banette’s can’t tell the difference between the truth and lies. If you knew how to, you’d be wary of how much you’d trust hi-“

Angered by the words that Arnold had uttered, Joe transformed into a demented form of himself, much like Devonshire does at times. He wrapped himself around Arnold, wanting to keep him close, unable to escape. With one of his hands, he grasped onto the right side of the Scizor’s face, shining a sinister smile. Arnold was not fazed by this. He only stared back as the darkness that Joe had simulated, the heat rising around-

Heat? Why was it getting so hot? The only light he could see was the eyes of the ghost and a purple fire erupting around him. Was he trying to melt him? His right side of his face felt as if the sun was pressing against it as the pain escalated. Soon he could not contain himself. He let out a scream that would have echoed through the forest, yet he couldn’t even hear himself whimper. Was this ghost really hell-bent on tormenting him like this? He wanted it to end. He just wanted to scream.

Without warning, Joe had loosened his grip on the Scizor. The bug let out a gasp, which he was thankful to hear, as he crashed to the ground, landing on his knees and hands, unable to get up. He didn’t need to see his face to know what happened; the pain told him all he needed to know. What was left of this exo-skeleton on his face had melted off, his face no scarred. He would need to check how massive the damage was, to check if the burn could be easily healed or not, whether it was to be healed by a meal of Rawst berries or a lengthy, medical Heal Pulse session.

The ghost stood in front of him, looking malevolent as he saw the damage he gave. “Know you can begin to feel the damage you did to the one who perished,” he said prolifically. “Now you can start to understand how you hurt Jacob.”

Arnold lifted his gaze from the ground, a mix of bewilderment and rage etched on his face. “Understand how I hurt him? You know jack shit about the past we shared, don’t you?”

Joe was getting sick of being left in the dark, not knowing what people are talking about. “What the hell do you mean?” he asked, interested in hearing what the Scizor had to say.

Through clenched teeth, the Scizor began to tell his side. “I trusted him,” he started to growl. “I trusted him like a brother, and he spat on me, like I wasn’t with him for his life. I gave up who I was, and he pushed me aside. He didn’t even give me a reason!” Tears started to form around his eyes. The burnt eye let out a red hued tear, obviously stained with blood. “He gave everything up tied to his old life, he never wanted to see me again.”

“I’m sure he-”

“SHUT UP!! You don’t know. You don’t know anything!”

The outburst left Arnold in a crippled state, unable to utter another word. He started to sob, no longer able to hold it in. At first Joe thought this was a guise, an attempt to make Joe turn on Jacob, to plant an ambush on the Scyther. But the feelings of sadness and hatred emanating from the shell of a former warrior, feelings he always avoided, were so strong on him. He meant every word. Every one of them.

Joe slowly faded into the forest, not waiting for another word. He was confused, whether or not he himself had just harmed an innocent ‘mon. He drifted off to find his partner, leaving Arnold to mumble his thoughts over his rival and his fate.

Instead of an ambush that was planted, it was the idea of concerning over Jacob, of why this rivalry even started.

------

It had been half an hour since Joe had left him, and Jacob had grown worried for his puppet friend. The Scyther had been dropped off at a strategic point ten minutes ago to ambush the Zoroark should she come his way. He was worried Joe would get lost in the woods, causing more frustration for him.

A rustling of the bush behind him put him on edge. Jacob turned to see what was coming for him, spying upon a familiar face.

Jacob calmed himself as Joe emerged from the bush. “’Bout time you showed up,” Jacob said. “You would of missed the party.”

“Just my luck,” Joe said, hiding his discomfort over the situation he was just in.

“What did you go chasing after anyway?” Jacob asked.

“It was an illusion that tricked me. I got out of it though, as you can see.”

They spent the rest of their time in silence, waiting for the signal. Waiting for whatever may come.

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