Before Weavile could speak, her feather-shaped ears twitched, and her red eyes darted to some bushes. You looked over there, but you didn’t see anything.
“What is—” you started to say.
“Shut up,” she whispered.
A few moments later, you started hearing things too. The bushes rustled, and a group of three Sneasel suddenly jumped out. They were all grinning evilly, and their claws and fangs reflected the moonlight as they quickly surrounded Weavile.
“Gotcha now, lady!” one of them said, in a raspy young boy’s voice.
“You won’t get away from us this time!” another said. This one sounded like a young girl.
The third simply giggled and swung its claws intimidatingly.
Weavile squeezed you in her fist and grit her teeth. You grunted as the pressure increased, but the Sneasel didn’t seem to hear you. In fact, it looked like the young Pokémon had yet to notice you in Weavile’s grasp, or if they did, they didn’t realize you were a shrunken human.
“Back off, kids,” Weavile growled. “I’m not in the mood for another fight.”
“Too bad!” said the boy Sneasel. “We still haven’t paid you back for stealing our food!”
“It wasn’t your food! You stole it from me! I already told you that, stupid kids! I was just taking back what was mine!”
“How were we supposed to know it was yours?” the girl Sneasel shouted. “You left it in some random cave!”
“You should’ve noticed my claw marks on the wall! Idiots! For the last time, you stole my food. I didn’t steal your food. So you all need to leave me alone or I’ll seriously hurt you.”
As the Pokémon argued, you couldn’t help but shudder. If a fight broke out, you’d definitely get hurt as collateral damage. You stammered and tried to beg Weavile not to fight, but before you could get any complete words out, the boy Sneasel suddenly gasped. You looked over and saw his eyes on you.
“Wait... what’s that?” he asked.
“It’s mine,” Weavile growled. “None of your business. Now, like I said, get out of here!”
“How about we take that little thing from you?” the girl Sneasel said with a laugh. “I’d love to see what it is. I bet it’s important if she doesn’t want to give it up.”
“I’ve got an idea,” said the boy. “Hey, lady, if you give that thing to us, we’ll leave you alone and stop pestering you about the food. Either that, or we fight you and take it from you.”
Weavile hesitated. She was a decent fighter, but she wasn’t sure if she could face three Pokémon at once. Even though they were kids, these delinquents were especially strong for their age, and their claws were very sharp. It was tempting to give you to them in order to end their annoying behavior and avoid getting hurt. At the same time, she didn’t want to give up a tiny human who understood her language, because that was such a rare find.
Meanwhile, you looked up at Weavile and gulped. You had no idea what she was thinking, but the fact that she was hesitating made you worry. You only just met her, but you felt safer with a mature Pokémon like her than with a gang of rambunctious, violent kids. You hoped she would decide to keep you.
Finally, Weavile gave her answer.
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