(OOC: Warning: LOOOOOONNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG)
Ambrose, feeling ill, passed out while in the Pokéball. He was quite hurt by the oversized seafood entrée, and he needed to sleep. Besides, rest was how pocket monsters naturally regained health. Well, at least monsters like Ambrose.
Ambrose lightly re-opened his eyes. ….This is wrong.
He stood up, realizing he was no longer in the Pokéball. Instead, he was in the middle of a clearing. It seemed oddly familiar, but not quite. It was the wrong season, too. The air had a dastardly chill to it, obviously hinting that winter was coming. Ambrose held himself and shivered a little bit. Ambrose turned himself completely around. Right there in front of him, was the Mightyena camp he'd been at hours before. Bloody blimey, this place again?
Ambrose placed his hands on his hips and was extremely annoyed. What, the girl thought she could just release him here and take off with the egg? Dang it. Well at least I don't have to worry about it-
Canine footsteps started to become present behind him. Just what I needed. Something obviously wants my day to go completely wrong.
Ambrose turned around to see that his assumption was correct, it was a Mightyena. It was feminine in shape and looked like a middle-aged adult, so it couldn't have been Cobalt. There was something odd on her back. It looked like…. a bulge? Sort of like a Numel hump. It teetered back and forth as the dog walked.
Ambrose looked back at the camp. Probably going back home…. But from what, exactly? Ambrose remembered that it was usually males that went out and hunted and the females took care of the camp and kids, as Cobalt said. But, she does look fairly strong built. Maybe she's an exception?
Ambrose didn't really care for the slightly sexist order of the Mightyena, but maybe they weren't so stubborn with their code. They were filthy mutts, but, there had to be some decently intelligent ones that would see that some males are better suited for chores and raising kids and some females were better off hunting. Ambrose stood and stared at the Mightyena. She was shifting her eyes and head constantly, never missing a beat. Was she nervous about something?
"Hey," Ambrose said. "Have you seen a human with an egg around here?"
His voice echoed with odd intensity through the landscape. Even so, the Mightyena didn't reply, or even act like he was there. Seriously? Throw me a bone here, will you?
"Hey!" He said again. Again, no response from the woman.
Bloody moron. Best not to waste my time. Ambrose started to walk away, but found himself walking into an invisible wall. What the-?
He turned to the female Mightyena again. She was much closer now, and the lump on her back revealed itself to be an egg. It had red splotches on it that used a gradient to fade naturally into the black color. Wait a minute. That's my egg!
"What do you think you're doing, stealing my egg? Give it back!" Ambrose said angrily. He didn't know why exactly, but not having the egg made him slightly furious. And as tested and proven before, the woman didn't even acknowledge he was there. "What is your problem, lady?!"
There was the sound of something slashing through the air and a loud thud to Ambrose's left. There was a muscle-bound male Mightyena in front of the woman now, causing her to stop with a little accompanying gasp.
"Hey! You, male dog! Get my egg for me, will you?" Ambrose asked the mutt. No response or notice. What's going on here?! Ambrose crossed his arms in annoyance and smugly looked the two.
"You there. You're invading on Mightyena territory. State your business." The male one said.
Oh, she gets the chance to state her business, but I get mouth-lifted to the camp center. Stupid dogs.
"I- I was just passing through." The woman whimpered. "I need to get my egg to safety. I don't want trouble."
"Well you got trouble, lady. Men! Surround her!"
Suddenly, an entire group of Mightyena pushed through the air and ran to form a circle around the female Mightyena. One of them pushed down Ambrose, causing him the lay on the ground.
"Bloody mutts!" Ambrose said, cursing them all. He watched as the woman panicked as she was surrounded while he picked himself up.
"Please, just let me go. I mean you no harm." The woman cried.
"Well, that's good. But we were getting pretty hungry. So, it's better we eat you now and satisfy our need and your punishment."
Crap. This woman had his egg! If she goes, it goes. "Try me, you moronic lot of you!" Ambrose said, marching towards them. It took him a second to realize he hadn't moved an inch. What's with these walls, anyway?!
"No, no, I just need-" The woman was able to say people the group pounced on her. Her screams shook the very air they traveled in, being accompanied by the snarls of the Mightyena tearing her apart and the squishing her flesh in their teeth.
"Dear Arceus." Ambrose said, being cursed to watch what was happening. The woman's screams eventually ended with just a gradually fading gargling sound, the poor hyena being silenced by the rapid flow of her blood to her throat. The group started to disband from the murder, saying things like "That was sure weird. Did she look like that before we attacked her?" "The meat was different. I liked it!" and various satisfied laughs.
"Hey guys, let's keep this egg and wait until it hatches to eat it." The original male Mightyena said, putting the egg on his back. "Or maybe, I'l give it to my son. I'm sure my boy would appreciate this baby as his first kill when his teeth finally grow in."
"You filthy bastard!" Ambrose said to the mutt, "Give me my egg! I'm its parent! Hey! Get back here, coward! I'll cut your throat! Hey! Hey!"
The Mightyena finally went over the slope and disappeared back into their camp. Furious, Ambrose cussed under his breath and turned back to look at the woman who previously stole his egg. A blood covered corpse littered the floor, but it wasn't like a disfigured Mightyena. It had long, puffy red hair hiding most of its body from afar. Its figure was that similar to a human, but completely black.
Then it got up. Confused, Ambrose continued to stare at it. It didn't move at all besides the slight twitches of it trying to balance itself, obviously having difficulty to stand after being ripped to shreds. It was dead silent, not even the sound of the wind that was obviously blowing made a sound.
"….Hello?" Ambrose said.
What Ambrose saw next was the unrecognizable bloody face of the woman, her mouth gaping and shouting a rough, cackling scream that echoed all around Ambrose and scared him to his very core.
A couple of red flashes completely took over his eyesight, along with an annoying tune.
"Your Pokemon are at full health, Delilah!" a woman's voice said.
Ambrose opened his eyes. It was a dream? That was extremely vivid for just a dream.
He felt movement and was apparently in a tray of some sort. The said tray was given to Delilah and she re-equipped all of her Pokéballs to her belt.
"Thanks, Nurse Joy. I appreciate it." Delilah said.
"I see you got an egg there, too!" this Nurse Joy pointed out.
"Yeah, the odd 'Spinda' I just caught in the woods on my way here was carrying it! Talk about lucky."
"What's so odd about it?"
"Here, I'll show you!" Delilah unequipped Ambrose's ball from her belt and shouted "Come out, Spinda!"
Ambrose was launched like a rocket in a beam of red light. It blinded him until he found himself standing on the counter of the Pokemon Center, the red light disappearing.
"Wow! Just look at it! It has actual eyes! What a rare find!" Nurse Joy said, looking at Ambrose with happiness for Delilah. "Hey there, little guy."
"Wha- I," Ambrose started.
"Heh, he looks confused to what just happened to him. I bet he's never even been to a Pokemon Center before." Delilah bent down to be at eye level with Ambrose. "We put you in that special machine over there to heal you to full heath, Spinda."
Ambrose shoved his shoulder in front of Delilah, showing resentment. "I know what you freaking did, wench. I'm not stupid, unlike you, you dimwitted waste of oxygen!"
"Don't worry, it's supposed to be helpful," The girl replied.
What? That didn't make any sense. Why did she- oh right. She only hears "Spinda." I can't get a break today. She probably thought I said "I don't trust it" or something. This is annoyingly hilarious. Ambrose rolled his eyes at the girl. The girl smiled as she interpreted it as spunkiness. She stood right up again, and looked at Nurse Joy.
"So yeah, I don't know what the egg will hatch into, but it sure is warm! I can literally feel the pokemon moving in it!
Egg….? Egg! My egg! She has my egg! Ambrose quickly shot his face in the direction of the girl. He hadn't noticed that she still was holding it, it wrapped up in a towel.
"Hey!" Ambrose said, raising his fist to the girl.
Delilah looked surprised at Ambrose. "What is it, boy?"
Ambrose wasn't going to play any games anymore. He jumped up and smacked the egg out from under the girl's arms. It flew slightly into the air, and Ambrose managed to catch it.
"….ey~"
Sigh, you're welcome. Bringing himself out of that slight trace, and looked angrily at Delilah and shoved his arms containing the egg away from the girl. Delilah was dumbfounded, and looked down at her arms which only contained the towel now. She looked at Nurse Joy, who giggled after coming out of the same expression.
"He seems very protective of that egg. It's probably his." She said.
"….I didn't see that coming. Usually all my Pokemon come out of battle mode once I catch them."
Well think again, you wh-
"It probably just isn't used to being captured quite yet. But I'm sure that's nothing a little disciplinary training can't fix." The nurse said.
Ugh….
"Well, I guess I should be happy! I've got two unique black-and-white Spindas. Maybe I'll trade the other one for something really nice."
Wait, she's willing to trade off a newborn and take it away from its father? What kind of human does this?!
"I heard that Spindas with heart on them are sometimes traded for Bagons nowadays. Maybe you should look up that, you never know if it's going to be that special!"
Apparently all of them.
"Sounds like a plan! But it's probably best for it to hatch and be around its dad for at least a week. Hm, maybe I'll give the cutie to my Mom as a present instead. She always wanted a unique pet."
Ambrose jumped off the counter. He didn't want to hear any more of this awful drabble. He headed for the door of the establishment. It was about time to re-find his sidekicks. Delilah ran and confronted him playfully.
"And where do you think you're going, my dear? You haven't even met my entire team!"
"Piss off!" Ambrose said, trying to get past the girl. Delilah picked him up from the back and lifted Ambrose into air. What am I, a teddy bear?!
"Now, now, darling. Training can wait until later. For now, let's wait out the storm."
Ambrose growled, and she responded with a giggle, thinking it was just feistiness. Delilah walked down stairs and they ended up in a large corridor, filled with doors. Delilah walked a bit and turned to her right, opening the door.
Once they got inside, Ambrose was seated on the bed and Delilah went back to close the door. The room was fairly roomy and cozy, and the bed was paradise compared to his leaves back home. How he wanted to lie down and roll around in it. But now was not the time for pointless ecstasy. Nor did he want to give off the vibe that he was started to warm up to his situation, which he certainly was not.
"Okay, time to meet your new friends!" Delilah said, taking off four Pokéballs from her belt. "Come out guys!"
The trainer threw them up in the air, and the all released simultaneously. The technology was amazing and admirable, but notheless morally questionable to keep Pokemon prisoner. When the red lights vanished, they revealed the playful Vulpix and Strong Crawduant from earlier, but also a timid Snorunt and Graceful Chimecho.
"So! Role call! Fluffy the Vulpix!"
"Hi!" It said, directly addressing Ambrose with a smile that made him shutter.
"Sweetheart the Chimecho!"
"Here, my master." it said mystically, twirling in the air as it did so.
"Scaredo the Snorunt!"
"Ah! Don't call me so suddenly like that!" it said, shaking like a leaf in a hurricane.
"And last but certainly not least, your conqueror, Aquata the Crawdaunt!"
"Sorry about earlier. Just following orders. Heh." It said with a smile to Ambrose, obviously asking for his forgiveness.
Ambrose took a second to look at them as a whole. All bloody moronic peons.
"Okay! Now we need to give these two a name!" Delilah said with disturbing enthusiasm.
"My name is Ambrose Flannigan, you bi-!"
"How about Teddy?" The Vulpix suggested.
"No, no, I think Gill is much better fitting," Aquata said.
"Hey! Idiots! My name is Ambrose Flannigan!" Ambrose said with anger. He was done being ignored by these pathetic excuses for existence. Silence befell them all.
"Nah, Amcoze Flanni-whatever doesn't have that certain special ring to it," The Chimecho said, shaking itself and making a bell-like sound.
"First off, yes it does, and second off, like I care! It's my name."
"Yipe! Stop screaming! It's frightening me!" said the cowardly Snorunt.
"Gain a backbone, you shrimp!"
"I've got it!" Delilah said suddenly, not having not paid attention to the conversation the creatures around her were having. "How about Alberstein? You like it, boy?"
A- Alberstein?
"No! My name is Ambrose Flannigan! A, M, B…."
"That does it! Your name is Alberstein!" Delilah said in joy.
What in the bloody world is going on?!
"And our egg friend over there will be named, um…. Eggles!" He said, giggling somewhat.
"Over my dead body it will!"
"….ep."
Dad is a little busy making sure you don't end up with a moronic name, sweetheart. Hush.
"Oh, I see. Your its dad so you want to name it. Well, um, sorry to tell you, but I'm both you guys' trainer now. So.... tough luck. Sorry!"
"You freaking-!"
"Okay guys! I'm going to go hang out with the other trainers upstairs. Have fun socializing and getting acquainted!" Delilah said, closing the door behind her; leaving Ambrose all alone with the group of monsters. There was a bit of awkward silence for a moment.
"So what's inside the egg?" Fluffy the Vulpix asked.
Ambrose sighed, defeated. "I don't know. However, I did get my scent on it so now it's going to hatch thinking I'm its fath- Scent!" Ambrose said, picking up his egg in panic. "Don't say that she got her filthy scent on it!"
Ambrose looked around frantically for a way to tell if she did. He wasn't good with smelling scents- The fox! Close enough to a dog.
"You, fox," He said as he jumped off the bed and approached the Vulpix. "Can you smell very good?"
"Why yes I can!" She happily replied. "In fact, this one time-"
Ambrose threw the egg to her nose. "Smell it and tell me if your trainer's scent go on it."
"Um…. Okay." The Vulpix said, confused to why that would be a bad thing. She smelled it quite thoroughly. "Unfortunately, no, her scent didn't rub off on it. There is absolutely no Delilah on this little guy."
"Probably because of the towel she wrapped it in before." Aquata added in.
Oh thank Arceus. At least one thing worked out for him today. It's a good thing my daughter won't hatch thinking that Delilah….
How did I know it was a female? Weird. Notheless-
"Also, it smells like it's going to hatch tomorrow! Congratulations! Delilah will be so pleased!" The Vulpix said.
"Yeah, yeah, by the way, can you- can you tell me what's inside the egg?" Ambrose asked. Why not? Maybe she knew more about eggs than Cobalt.
"Okay!" She said, resuming her smelling. "Hm…. definitely dark type. It also smells a lot like a fox, like me! From what I can tell, it has…." sniff "red fur on it. That's all it notes."
R- Red fur? His mind shot back to his dream earlier with the red-furred corpse. Did the egg's history play before his eyes? Was that- was that the little one's actual parent?
"And it's almost screaming that it wants to meet you and hug its daddy! You must take good care of it."
"Y- yeah." Ambrose said, withdrawing his egg.
"Dark-type fox, hm? That sounds like it's going to be a wonderful addition to Delilah's team," said the Chimecho, blissfully twirling around itself in the air above them.
"Wouldn't say that too soon, I might end up having to kill Delilah by day's end." replied Ambrose. His egg warmed up and positioned itself back into Ambrose's fur.
"….ep."