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Wait, holy shit. What the hell was Maple? Dave took a step back without thinking about it, alarmed. No regular-ass Smeargle could... what the fuck. "...Hold on," he said when he finally digested what she'd just said. "Against Bahamut?"

Dave jumped as Maple appeared out of nowhere, his fur standing on end, and irritably tried to get it to smooth itself back. "Don't play dumb. I didn't fucking agree to this. You did something to me even though I said no. And you said, what, overuse can harm yourselves? That's the vaguest terms...

Dave only made a quick visit to the Hidden Quarters to leave Squiggly there ("I'll be back later and then we can get you out of the damn jar, all right?") before heading back out. He had something more pressing to attend to. He shoved open the door of Wigglytuff's Guild as decisively as he...

Dave sighed. “Yeah. I guess.” With that, he accompanied Owen back to the Dojo, along with Squiggly the Shade.

“Oh, Jesus Christ.” Dave rolled his eyes. ...But they probably should have a name for it, shouldn’t they, if only to be able to talk about it. He sagged. “Look, it’s just, we can call it Squiggly or something. Squiggly? You okay with that? Chirp once for yes.” He looked back at the Shade in the...

Dave looked at the Shade in the jar. "...Just to be sure, one chirp for yes and two for no, is anyone coordinating you?" He scowled at Owen's suggestion. "I... look..." He looked at the Shade's wriggling form again for a few moments, reluctant. Was he seriously stuck with it? Why wasn't it...

Dave stared at the jar. One way or another, he was inclined to believe it, that it had no idea what they were talking about. "Do you know how many other people have been possessed?" Probably not, at this point. "Are you at all coordinated? Like, is there somebody telling you to infect...

"We're not letting it out out. I'm not dumb. We can put it in a nice cell or something. Somewhere it can at least, you know, turn around in?" He scowled at Soda. "Look, it understands what we're saying, answers questions and can do mental arithmetic. Does Arceus teach you it only counts if it's...

Dave hesitated. It was sapient, understood math. The notion of keeping it in a small jar was... uncomfortable. On the other hand, it was also a fucking brain slug that possessed people, and just letting it out because it was cute would be idiotic. "Hey. We can get you out of the jar, but only...

Dave's ears perked up at the three chirps. "Huh. What else do you understand? What's two plus two? Do you have a name?"

Dave blinked as the Shade chirped at him. Oh. Oh no. Had it just imprinted on him? Had he just become responsible for another grotesque horrorblob in a jar? Somehow he didn't think this one would grow up into a merely slime-covered kid. "Uh." Even so, his mind buzzed with what this meant...

Dave looked at the squirming Shade for a second, then glanced back at Owen before turning to Soda. “Hey,” he said. “I don’t know about your universe, but where I come from we think it’s bad to intentionally leave people to die, even if they’re shitty. Fancy that. Did Arceus ever figure out that...

Dave winced as he looked at the struggling Shade. "Hey, Soda, got any way to capture that thing? Or do we just...?"

Soda? Soda was here. Why did the fucking God Squad have to intervene, of all people. Whatever. He charged towards the Garchomp, hoping to get an Assurance in while the golden barrier was still protecting him.

"Nip, attack!" Dave yelled. Shit. What was Owen doing? Was he seriously going to try to attack, while already skewered on the Garchomp's claw? Dave glanced from him to the Garchomp now stalking towards him, took a deep breath, and tried to replicate whatever it was he'd done to make the Radiant...

Dave probably looks like this when radiant. All that static electricity radiance

"Hey!" Dave barked at the Garchomp, his fur fluffed to make him as big as possible, standing on end with static energy. "You know what? I saw your fight with that Arbok and you're a fucking disgrace. Can't win a normal fucking battle without cheating, huh? Nice work, jackass." The Taunt laced...

Dave punched the badge ungainfully with his paw, selected the tracker, punched whichever dot was closest. "Hey! Little help in the marketplace? There's a Garchomp trying to fucking murder us, or an Arbok. Tell Diyem! Get everyone who can!" He could go, like Owen was saying. But Owen probably...

Dave froze as the Garchomp charged at him, panic shooting through his body. The instinct that said run away pumped energy into his legs, prepared him to bolt out of there. And yet something stopped him anyway, rooted him to the spot, a curious sudden blazing conviction, something hot and bright...

Dave stepped back as the Garchomp noticed them. How strong was this thing? He concentrated on his nose, trying to smell its power - but also take note of whether it had a distinguishing scent, something he could use to find other infected. He eyed the tea-selling Charmander approaching. "Hey...