The red desert burned everything, including the lone pikachu trekking across its wind-swept sands. The fine grains stuck in her fur and turned her orange and irritable. The parching heat drove her further into the unfamiliar city, as did her search for the human friend who had left her behind. April was only supposed to be gone for a minute to retrieve her pokéwatch before they resumed their journey. But that had been last night, and now Cream feared for April’s safety. The little pokémon darted into a shaded alley that looked like every other she had seen so far — and realized she was being followed. Sand-muted footfalls crept towards Cream from the alley entrance behind her. She looked over her shoulder and saw a two-headed thing with long legs, short feathers, enormous feet, and long, sharp talons. It stilled. Then, the beastly bird let out a harsh, whooping shriek and charged. Panic seized the smaller pokémon, and she bolted down the alleyway, the monster’s footsteps and harsh
Guy collapsed onto his bed with a sigh.
It had been a long, long day.
He tugged off his gloves and let them fall onto the bed next to him as he contemplated simply sleeping in his clothes. It was tempting to just lay there, but he knew Pere would never let him hear the end of it. So he sat up with a groan and began working his boots off - Score, his feet were swollen - as he wondered how things could've possibly gone any worse.
First, there'd been that mess in the kitchen early that morning with the new cook thinking he was flirting with her - which was completely untrue, by the way, he really had been just complimenting her haircut - and
I am possesed of an urge
to throw something at you
To shriek
and scream
and howl
and wail
You have been unfair to me
And in spite of my rage and fear
for I know these are selfish of me
What you have been through is
undoubtedly much, much worse
I received only uncertainty from you
Unwelcome news that has made me hate you
Even though you and I both know
That I love you, Little Brother
Dear Friend
But you received that news first
And I know you must be afraid
Though you speak of the goodness
of pizza
And appear to be in a Good Mood
You must be afraid
Anyone would be in your place
But I know you very well
And I know that you prefer
to hide