>>56793303Pausing, Bernard both allows his stomach to ruminate and his thoughts to collect. “Tell me,” he starts, “who are you three, and why do you think those titles matter?”
Of course, the first to speak up is the white-dressed blonde. “My name is Lusamine.” She astutely answers.
Second comes the black-coated blonde, whose own words are humble and smooth. “I am Cynthia.”
Lastly is the brunette, whose voice is nearly lost beneath all of the stomach mass and lady lumps. “You should… call me… Hilda.”
Sure enough, all of the names are familiar. Lusamine is the famed president of the Aether Foundation, an Alola based Pokemon Research group. Cynthia is the champion of Sinnoh, her power and consistency known across the globe. Hilda is the recent champion of Unova, but she gave up her title to journey with some friends. Apparently, invading Bernard’s island was her definition of a good time.
“Very interesting,” he starts, “but none of that matters to me. Two of you are nothing but glorified, over-honored trainers while one of you experimented on Pokemon without morality and without love.”
All three of his prey are silenced by the statement, with Lusamine even producing an audible gulp. “T-That was a mistake.” She stammers. “W-What we did in the past has been done, but that doesn’t mean we can’t-”
“Have a use for me?” He interejects again, just in time for his stomach to call out with another rumbling-
Ooouuuurrglooouurrrrrrk…
The growls are meaty, chunky, needy signs of his guts requiring a significant release. “I assure each of you that you will not pass without use. I will make sure every calorie and every ounce of meat is well purposed. I can also assure that you three will not be missed.”
This clearly startles Hilda, who gasps in the back of his stomach. “W-What are you talking about?”
