>>58535335>TQIf Avery were to murder (You), he’d get one of his pokemon to do the dirty work for him. The most likely scenario would be him inviting (You) over for a cup of tea. He just got an expensive luxury blend imported from Kalos. It has to be brewed in a certain way and he would be honored to have (You) try it with him. (You) wouldn’t know anything about that anyway, and since he’s such a gentleman he’ll have his Slowking brew it for the two of you. After much waiting Slowking comes to where the two of you are sitting, levitating two teacups. At Avery’s insistence, (You) get yours first. (You) take an eager sip, first wincing when you burn your tongue on the hot tea and then cringing at the taste. It’s terribly bitter. The bitterness is an acquired taste Avery says, good for the gut. He sips from his own cup and says that he’s used to the taste.
A few minutes later and (You) feel a stabbing sensation in your stomach, groaning in pain. (You) try to ask for help but instead of words, blood comes out of your mouth and spills onto the dainty Floette patterned tablecloth, ruining it. (You) start to choke on your own blood and the only sounds you can make are gnarly gurgles. Avery sips his tea. That’s the last thing (You) see before you keel over.
Disposing the body would be as easy as tying bricks to your feet and letting your corpse sink to the bottom of the Loop Lagoon. Magikarp and other pokemon will feast on (You), taking care of the remains. He’ll say that the two of you went out to train, but a particularly nasty Tentacruel nabbed you and as much as he tried, he couldn’t fight it off. A terrible way to go.
He doesn’t have to worry about (You) usurping him in the dojo anymore.
