Cresselia92
Monster Coach
- Pronoun
- she/her
“…What.”
A chilling dread seeped into his bones and his heart thumped in his chest, almost piercing his ribcage. Silver stared at the others in disbelief, as if he had just received the prognosis of a terminal illness.
“In-infected…” Silver turned to Archie with a snap motion, gnashing his fangs and narrowing his eyes, a dangerous red light glinting into them. “Everyone’s infected with shadows?!”
So, all his caution and carefully calculated risks with everything had been for naught?! Burning anger tingled in his skin, eager to pour out through some outlet. However, Silver didn’t really have anyone to unleash his anger on.
Who was to blame? Steven for being indirectly responsible for the first meeting with a Shadow Pokémon? Or Archie because he did something that spread the shadows to Betelgeuse? Or maybe himself for agreeing to try to help that world? But nobody could have predicted any of that, so what… how could he… augh!!
“Excuse me a sec… I… I gotta…” he growled, his voice trembling with barely restrained spite. Unable to hold back the surge of emotions anymore, he bolted out of the room and slammed the door shut.
And so he unloaded his frustration all at once. A rampage of furious screams, foul curses and quick slashes resonated from beyond the protection of the door. But soon, the yells turned into wails, and after a final slam of a fist, everything grew quiet.
The door opened once more. Despite holding the usual neutral expression, the lack of light in Silver’s eyes made him look like a criminal sent to the gallows. Sluggishly and emotionlessly, he slumped on the first seat he found and held his head in his paws, covering his face with his claws.
“Gods… oh, by the gods, and freezer, thunder and fire…”
A chilling dread seeped into his bones and his heart thumped in his chest, almost piercing his ribcage. Silver stared at the others in disbelief, as if he had just received the prognosis of a terminal illness.
“In-infected…” Silver turned to Archie with a snap motion, gnashing his fangs and narrowing his eyes, a dangerous red light glinting into them. “Everyone’s infected with shadows?!”
So, all his caution and carefully calculated risks with everything had been for naught?! Burning anger tingled in his skin, eager to pour out through some outlet. However, Silver didn’t really have anyone to unleash his anger on.
Who was to blame? Steven for being indirectly responsible for the first meeting with a Shadow Pokémon? Or Archie because he did something that spread the shadows to Betelgeuse? Or maybe himself for agreeing to try to help that world? But nobody could have predicted any of that, so what… how could he… augh!!
“Excuse me a sec… I… I gotta…” he growled, his voice trembling with barely restrained spite. Unable to hold back the surge of emotions anymore, he bolted out of the room and slammed the door shut.
And so he unloaded his frustration all at once. A rampage of furious screams, foul curses and quick slashes resonated from beyond the protection of the door. But soon, the yells turned into wails, and after a final slam of a fist, everything grew quiet.
The door opened once more. Despite holding the usual neutral expression, the lack of light in Silver’s eyes made him look like a criminal sent to the gallows. Sluggishly and emotionlessly, he slumped on the first seat he found and held his head in his paws, covering his face with his claws.
“Gods… oh, by the gods, and freezer, thunder and fire…”
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