You looked over your shoulder at Weavile, a sad look on your face as you silently begged her to save you. You had a bad feeling about what these kids were planning. But the older Pokemon just kept her arms crossed and watched.
“Are you really a human?” the boy Sneasel suddenly asked.
You looked over at him and nodded. “Y-yeah, I am. But, uh... please don’t hurt me!”
The three Sneasel seemed surprised that you could understand them, but before long, they all laughed at your response. “You’re pretty wimpy,” the boy said.
“Yeah, but that means he’s not gonna fight back!” said the girl Sneasel, still holding you tightly in the grip of her two paws. “We can do whatever we want with him. He’s gonna be a great toy!”
“Or a cool pet!” said the boy Sneasel.
The third one just grinned and nodded.
You gulped, feeling even more nervous about this. Before you could complain about it and ask them to treat you with some more respect, the girl Sneasel nodded at her friends and then ran off, carrying you into the forest—and away from Weavile. You could hear the other two Sneasel following close behind.
You were shaken around a lot in the girl Sneasel’s grip, but you tried to relax and hope for the best. At least the trio didn’t seem interested in eating you, but being used as a toy or a pet was demeaning, and it could result in you getting hurt if these three got too rambunctious. You felt like it would’ve been safer to stay with Weavile, and you were upset that she would abandon you like she did. Now, there was nobody to save you from these three young Sneasel.
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