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Olivia extended her index finger, offering a perch for one of the buzzing Fairy / Bug-types to perch. Sure enough, a member of that tiny swarm came down from its playful flight to regain its composure on the nearest steady surface it could find. Olivia looked on with a wide grin as the adorable little thing groomed itself clean. She couldn’t help but let out a big “Awww!” as the thing turned about to face her.
For the minutes-old Cutiefly perched on her finger, that coo of adoration was the very first loud noise it’d ever heard. Immediately its instincts kicked this entire situation into a new perspective. This wasn’t a tree branch at all. No, this was what looked like a predator several times the size of the little bug, jaw agape, and perhaps ready to lap it into her maw. Panic set it. Involuntary defense went into action!
A split second later and a horrid cloud of spores went erupting out of the tiny bug! A noxious wind of yellow plant gunk mixed with a Fairy Wind attack was sprayed right into Olivia’s open face! The mini smokescreen instantly sent Olivia into a horrid coughing fit like none before as the spores shot into her open mouth and into her body. She’d never had a Pokemon do something like that right in front of her, gross! The woman clamped her hands over her face and coughed for all she was worth, trying to get as much of those noxious spores out of her as fast as possible.
As minor an inconvenience as it seemed in the moment, this was it. The untamed magical powers of a juvenile Fairy-type Pokemon were that final cut needed to slice the rope and send all of existence into a horrid peril. The magical energy from the Fairy-type move would turn Olivia into something far beyond her wildest imaginations.
