>>15765459"Cancerous! We're here!"
The Crobat rubs his forehead, wobbles around, and makes eye contact with your faggot face, "What?! Calemson, we had a deal! Bomb the nest, forget about me! This is a suicide mission, son!"
While you confront critically injured bat, Swoobers takes the time to go full competitive and set-up some dual screens.
"I don't think I can do that, general. I'm too much of a nice guy to just let your enemy's entire empire blow away in smithereens without you alive to lead your own. If we do this, we do it together!"
General Cancerous scowls a very tsun scowl, he looks away, "Ahh, I see, son...You're one of THOSE guys... Frankly, I've been around the block. I've seen a lot of ambiguously aged boys in my day. I've seen stoic hardasses, chill dumbasses, tacky lost puppies with grandpa hair, nervous wreck pussies, tryhard romantic normalfags, and strawmen bishies. AND IN AAAAAAALL THAT TIME, of witnessing all of that, son. Never have I met a boy who wanted to help and help AND help, just because he WANTS to help, and more often than not get the short-end of the stick fifty-fifty percent of the time."
As you apply a Super Potion to him, he flies back up, "You really DON'T think about yourself at all, do you son?"
You pause, glancing at the empty potion bottle, then to your messenger bag, which contains Froakie's pokeball and his fainted little self inside, as well as a pokeball containing worn-out Dedenne, you then turn your eyes over to Cancerous, and ultimately:
Miss.