>>15274668>>15274898>>15275168http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lJVMNLKyQwUThe figures meander closer and closer. They have no face, no discernible features at all other than the goopy flesh they're constructed out of and the lone eye stuck in their stomachs.
You lose control of everything the moment a figure retracts its eye from his tummy,
and replaces it with a long, LONG, tongue that's dribbled in saliva."Alright, that's it! Miss Leading, take out Fennekin and tell it to use Sunny Day, we're not letting this creepy forest get to either of us!"
She's hesitant, but she manages to return to her senses in time, "Right, Fennekin, go!"
"Froakie, you too!"
"Fenne, fennec!"
"Froaki, froak, froa!"
At the sight of Pokemon, the flesh blobs get unruly. Slits in their heads begin to perforate a severed bond between halves. Disturbed and deranged, they screech as loud as they can, flailing the top halves of their heads.
Inside their heads is vomit-inducing array of spikes and thorns, leading to an unstable boil of a core. You swallow the breakfast you're about to regurgitate, and focus on the monsters themselves.
"Water Gun!"
"Frooooooooooooooak!" he spits out a powerful gush of water, corroding any blob that comes within contact. It's a stark contrast from the rain already going on as you speak. Maybe a simple drizzle isn't enough to melt them?
