{pokemon pred, young male and female onlookers, painful vore)
Flexible vines long enough to lash around a car from across an intersection. A reaction time clocking in at under 100 milliseconds. A gripping strength capable of crushing your ribcage if it so chose. Skill honed from a lifetime of hunting down subduing bugs far nimbler than you. And most importantly, a gaping maw ready to engulf you and dissolve your body into
goop. The Bellsprout has all of the tools it needs to devour - not just defeat- you, whether or not it has two evolutions in the waiting. You shouldn't even try to challenge it, lest it end you then and there.
Instead, you let out a desperate call for help, hoping the humans in the building will hear your voice. The moment you shriek out, the Bellsprout lashes a vine around your head, muffling your cry with superhuman swiftness...but not with enough swiftness to stifle it entirely. It turns its head to the side and shivers with a fearful expression upon its head, the Bellsprout's status as an unstoppable predator showing the first signs of cracking. . Its prey might be silenced, but did the humans may well have heard it. Your tiny heart pounds out in fear. The Bellsprout's meal is at stake, but your life is at stake. A silence falls between you, and you realize that the humans have grown silent. One of the gigantic humans , this one likely a female, soon speaks up again.
"Hey...what's that Bellsprout's got?" The voice rings out. The Bellsprout lets out an audible whimper, looking at you meekly, realizing it's been caught, yet still unwilling to let you go. Footsteps. Many of them. Shifting your head about, you catch a glimpse of the sight of six people approaching.
Three of them appear to be of gradeschool age. A pair of boys, one clad in a red and white cap and jacket, along with a pair of bluejean shorts, another clad in green leggings and surprisingly form-fitting black shirt. They are joined by a girl with short, girly-looking shorts and a black and white blouse. These would happen to be three of the newest young hopefuls Pallet Town has to offer: Chase, Trace, and Elaine
Standing about a head height taller than them are a pair of 20-somethings and someone probably in her thirties. One of them needs no introduction. The spike-haired former Champion, Blue, looks on at you with a bit of a smirk. That doesn't seem promising. He's joined by someone about his age, perhaps just a touch older. She's clad in a white short-length labcoat, with a blue turtleneck under it, black pants, and a pendant hanging from her neck. Her hair is similar in hue to Blue's hair...perhaps she's his sister. What was her name...Daisy Oak? Finally, they are joined by a female Scientist in full-length labcoat. She appears to be older than the others, perhaps in her 30s. Her lab coat does have a surprisingly low cut, revealing a pink top that does little to hide her impressive bust. Her hair is equally impressive, neatly groomed despite going down beyond her waist. It's the typical getup you might expect from a female Scientist from Unova...
"He sis. It looks like your bellsprout caught something alright. You sure you haven't been teaching it how to fight?" Blue says, stepping over towards you along with the rest of the group. Soon the six form what amounts to a semicircle in front of the desk where your Bellsprout captor is lurking. Chase points at you, a look of wonder and excitement on his young face. "H...hey! It's a tiny! It really is a tiny!" He says. They have a term for people like you? Trace leans forward, looking at you , hi face also in awe. "Yeah...it is...this is so cool! Hey lil dude...looks like you got caught." The scientist adjusts her glasses. "Fascinating...I had heard that Bellsprout feed on tinies..but I never thought I'd see it in person..." She leans forward, the ceiling lights reflecting off of her glasses ominously. She seems interested in...in...
in watching eat you alive! You look to the others for any signs of sympathy. "Oh! Oh! Do you raise tinies!? I've always wanted a tiny!" Elaine says, looking at you with her mouth open in excitement. The Scientist shakes her head. " This is the Oak Institute of Pokemon studies, not tiny...we buy a few of them here or there as treats, but I think it's more probable that this one could be an escapee?" Blue hakes his head. "Eh. I don't think so. It looks like some straggler thought it would be a good idea to sneak in here...not the smartest move, eh, little guy?" The kids all laugh at the little thing the Bellsprout caught. The Bellsprout simply shakes its head, bringing you closer to its body and holding its leaves around you, guarding its catch.
"Can I keep it?" "Can I?" "I wanna keep it too!" The kids are all so excited at the prospect of keeping you. This is getting worse by the moment! You're not the only tiny person? They're raising tinies? Giving them to Pokemon as treats? Three giant kids jockeying for the chance to get you as a pet? What have you gotten yourself into? This certainly isn't the world you remember! Now you're about to be some kid's pet!
But alas, your fate turns out to be worse even than that.
"Now, hold on. Bellsprout must have worked hard to catch the tiny...this'll be the first tiny it's ever caught. It would be damaging to its psychological welfare if we just stole its meal. I should know." Daisy says, causing the kids to frown slight frowns, and sending you into a mortal panic. You would scream if your mouth wasn't still obstructed by vines! "Okay..." Elaine says, the other kids frowning as well. Blue pats her head. "C'mon. There are wild tinies out there too. Think of this as motivation, right? You're all gonna be Pokemon catching champs in no time, so catchin' Pokemon's going to be barely an incovenience, right? " The three look at him with uncertainty before nodding. "Right! Hey! I bet you two I'm gonna be the first to catch one." Trace boasts. Daisy smiles at their enthusiasm before speaking up "That's the spirit, you three. Now...Bellsprout...don't you worry! We're not going to take your meal from you. C'mon. Eat up!"
The Bellsprout turns its attention to the six faces gazing at it, bowing shily , looking down at you as if you were some sort of comforting teddybear. Your only hope is that Bellsprout will spare you. You shiver as it lifts you up. You catch a glimpse at the six giants gazing over at you. Blue is smirking. Daisy is petting her Bellsprout's head, and the scientist is adjusting her glasses as she leans forward, front and center. Elaine extends a finger out to pet at your tiny face. "Bye bye little guy....be a good meal for Bellsprout ok?" she says, shifting from petting you to pinching roughly around your head, coming close to crushing it in the process. Chase and Trace take a turn at you as well, alternating between petting you and playfully flicking you. "Tough luck little guy!" "Yeah! You coulda been my toy instead if you were smarter!"
Completely defeated, you get one last look at the crowd before the Bellsprout plunges you into its pitcherplant like maw, completely engulfing you. It releases you from its clutches and you surge towards its open mouth, only for the opening to seal tight and the Bellsprout to angle its head upwards. Almost immediately you feel the plant's corrosive digestive juices seep onto your form. No longer silenced by the plant Pokemon's clenching vines, you scream out in agony as the juices work away at your nearly nude body...but your cries, already reduced to relatively quiet squeaks due to your tiny size, are muffled into tiny MFFs by the plant walls around you. You struggle to climb out of the Bellsprout's maw, but your hands burn with agonizing pain just from clinging to the pitcher plant's squishy acid-coated interior.
You make a desperate attempt to leap out of the pitcher and manage to get your arm out through the tiny opening the Bellsprout is left for you and manage to succeed in getting your wrist out. "Oh my! Look...it's trying to get out!" Elaine gasps. "Big deal. Thing's clearly out of its league. " Blue retorts The Bellsprout quickly part its lips, sending you tumbling back down . You land on your back, already badly weakened, and flail about in an attempt to get back up...but by now, it's too late. You're in pain from head to toe. Your ability to resist has weakened to the point of hopelessnes.
All you can do is lie down and wait for the Bellsprout to claim you.
"Hey Trace...how long do you think the little thing's gonna last? Maybe an hour?" "No way! Five minutes tops." the boys speculate, prompting an answer from the scientist. "Mmm...kids...you know that ordinary pitcher plants take weeks to digest these things, right?" The three children gasp. "No way!" The Scientist laughs. "Oh, no, you misunderstand. A Bellsprout's acids are muuuuuch stronger than a pitcher plant's. I would say the tiny should stop kicking in about ten minutes, then be nothing but goo in about thirty." Yes...you concur with the scientist. It's been a few minutes and you're already in utter agony, on the verge of fainting from the pain. Their voices begin to grow incoherent as you lie within the digestive chamber. The kids begin playfully poking at the Bellsprout to check for any signs of your struggles.
Soon, you pass out for good, your body reduced to nothing more than nutrient matter for the plant. Blue, Daisy, the scientist, and the kids continue with their days almost as if nothing happened. The kids will all later grow to become powerful trainer and enslave more than their fair share of tinies, but that's a story you won't have the privilege of hearing.
YOU DIED.
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