>>17124124"Tres bien! Alright my son, now all we need to do is acquire one of your kidney stones and use it as a catalyst to jump start the Biopowder to Bordelizer process, then we can continue our trek deeper into the woods and-"
You cough by chance, and that cough is what seals your fate.
In measly seconds, the eyes of every Gible in the entire horde snaps open, and moments later, each and every one of them is surrounding you and Sycamore, bearing their fangs and clawing at the air.
A fucking cough.
"GIBLE!"
"GIIIIIIIBLE!"
"GIB GIB, GIBLE!"
"GIB DITTO GIIIIIIIBLE!"
Your spine /would/ have jumped out of your back by this point, but since it's 3 AM, it's either still asleep from a day of pasta defense controlling, or it's busy slouching down to romance the fuck and then fuck the fuck out of one of your squishy, juicy glutes. Maybe both if it's feeling lucky.
It's Friday-ish so it's likely.
"GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIBLE!"
The horde of wild Gible step closer, chomping, letting you know that they mean business. Scared out of your mind, you turn to Sycamore, "D-Dad! What the hell do we do now?! I mean--HOW DID THEY EVEN HEAR ME ALL I DID WAS COUGH!"
"Calem, you fool! The landsharks, they are LES OREILLES DE LA MAR! Their hearing strengths come from murky mucks we scientists have yet to document. In other words, they're NOT tres bien!"
You clutch his lab coat like a scared little fuck. Since Sycamore dragged you out of your room with just the pajamas hanging on your back, you don't have any Pokemon with you to defend yourself.
Not like that would matter anyways. See, when it comes to bonds, there's always a friend on the realistic lifeline ready to help out.
