This choice: Not my concern," the creature begins to leave. • Go Back... The strange creature just turned around and began walking away, "Of makers, I want naught to do. Makers that are tiny as well. Moreso experiments they doubtless did to make tiny makers."
Realizing the creature is leaving, you hesitate then decide to call out. After all, you are a minute human with no ability to protect yourself. Anything could just step on you and end you without trouble, "W-Wait! Don't leave! I need help! Please!"
"Makers care naught. So, too, do I not care. Why should I? By makers, I was made and by makers was I entombed. Left forgotten. If help you need, find it elsewhere."
"I had nothing to do with any of that! Please, I'm sorry for whatever happened, but I didn't do that," as you plead with the creature, you find yourself curious. Humans made this... Pokemon? How and why? But that would have to wait, "Please. Night is coming and I'm so small. I'll freeze to death if you don't help!"
You pleading almost seems to have an effect, as the Pokemon hesitates, "Not death via freezing. Hypothermia would be your demise. Even so... Cruel it would be to leave without aiding if this was a chance punishment. I myself had none in my suffering... But fine. Tonight and tonight alone may my den be yours. Now come," the Pokemon starts walking away again.
You stare after it before calling out, "Wait! I can't keep up with you like this!"
"No. It is doubtful you would," the Pokemon sighs and stalks over to you. It lowers its head so that one of the long branches on the collar-like part of its helmet was next to you, "On."
You get the feeling to that are you are already on thin ice with this... whatever it is, so do as it demands. Upon you clambering onto and wrapping your arms about the helmet branch, the Pokemon sets off. You glance back at your bag and hesitantly ask, "What about my bag? It has-"
"No. The contents of the bag are useless for one such as myself. Whomever you trick into pitying you in future may recover it for you," with that, the Pokemon leaves all your stuff and makes its way to where it call home. Which turns out to be an ancient ruin with an old laboratory hidden within.
The Pokemon weaves its way through the lab with ease, eventually arriving at a room with a number of tubes and machines you couldn't even begin to guess what they were used for. The Pokemon you were ride makes its way to what looks to be a bed made of old lab coats. Laying down, it addresses you, "Tiny maker. Off," upon doing so, you get a lecture, "My den is this old maker experimenting place. Sleep here if you wish. You will touch not my space of rest nor myself. When come the morning, you will leave. Am I understood?"
"Y-Yes," you manage to say despite the Pokemon's latent hostility.
"Acceptable," the Pokemon curled up on its bed, leaving you to decide your next course of action in peace.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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