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He called Nova a good boy. There was a protocol for that. ... Tail wagging!

"I can and have killed for my team," Nova mumbled, before glancing at one of the other statements in the strange... not-a-pillar thing. He tilted his head up and opened his beak wide. "BARK! BARK BARK BARK BARK!" In a quieter tone, he added, "Woof."

"A... battle?" Nova stepped back. "No, that doesn't sound like a good idea. Make the... weird thing delete it."

Songs? The pillar wanted... singing? Nova looked left, then right. He was no primarina. Or even a chatot. Maybe that was what Nova needed to not be so... on edge. Something ridiculous. "My funny valentine. Sweet, funny valentine." Oh god, what was he doing? What was he doing? He sounded...

Person after person. Soul after soul. Meandering toward the strange pillar. Most seemed happy. Whimsical, even. But it was too many at once. Lots of people. Potential danger? Confusion? Nova stepped back, ears and head crept drooping. Body language saying not to approach. He glanced at the...

"Arrivals?" Nova narrowed his eyes. "So, you two are behind this?" Was this some sort of kidnapping? "Explain yourselves."

"Wasn't talking to you," Nova said to Shiron. "That's the Phantom." He pointed a right foreleg at Arctozolt. "A zicklezolt head and arctoveil rear reeks of mutation. A corroded soul that—" The type: full staggered back. No, no, no, no. Why was he doing this? Trying to make everyone fear him...

The thing was just annoyed. Just ann— No. It dropped profanity. It was clearly hostile. But its movements didn't— Hostile, hostile, hostile. "Stand back and drop the dirty language or I will take steps to make sure your threatening behavior is neutralized." Nova's cheek bolts flickered like...

"There is no such species designation in my database." What was he saying? Why was this stupid programming bubbling up now? Fight it, Nova! This wasn't him. It hadn't been for... for... How long had it been anyway? How long— "Mutant. Phantom." His blue eyes flickered. "Your soul must be...

It sounded sincere enough. Flustered, uneven tone. Suggestive of fear. Nova still felt... off, but his body was still larger. Way larger than a marshtomp's... and far, far bigger than the ducklett that showed up not long after. "What's going on here?" His blue eyes darted around. "Where are w—"...

A voice. Voice meant another body. Hostiles? Nova scrambled to his feet, head crest fanning out. Marshtomp. Water/ground. Usually with Torrent. Slow and clumsy. Grass strikes from behind optim— No! No, no, no. He couldn't think like that. Why were those impulses bubbling up now? Whoever this...

Chains. Thick and heavy. Dragging him down. Down, down, down. The surface— the light grew farther and farther. Sealed by chain— no, a red chain. Weaving over and over upon itself until it blocked out everything. No sights. No sounds. Emptiness? Trapped within a void? ... No, he'd felt this...