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For a moment Dave's blood ran cold, then hot. So this was it, huh? She'd shown her true colors. What better to expect from the fucking God Squad? The gall of this cheery cult pretending they were friends. He wanted to tell her exactly where to shove it, but he didn't. His mouth had dried up, an...

"Brisa... what?" She was bedridden? "Where is she? Jesus Christ. People explode? What's overuse? Who the fuck are you and why should we trust anything you say after you pull this shit?"

Dave narrowed his eyes at Maple. "Okay, so overuse does what?"

"So... just being near somebody with Radiance pushes it onto you? So it's infectious? And you think that's great and you should expose us all to it?" Dave gave Maple a flat stare. "And you still haven't told me exactly what the fuck you mean by overuse can harm yourselves." He was silent for a...

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 looked with dismay at the others touching the light one after another (had they all lost their damn minds?) but looked up at Truffle's words. "Hey, I've got this move Odor Sleuth. Is that going to be able to sniff her out?"

Dave stared at him. "Look, you want us to touch and take in some dodgy-ass light that, what, 'overuse can lead to harming yourselves'? And it's fine and dandy because you think it comes from your god? Am I seriously the only one who thinks this rings about fifteen different fucking alarm bells...

Oh, Jesus fucking Christ. What the fuck. Dave felt his hackles rising. "Okay, so, let's say hypothetically I don't want to be inducted into the radiance cult?"

Dave remained tense and on alert where he was standing, heart pounding. "What the fuck was that?" he snarled, looking at Maple. "You said you knew that thing." He paused. Legendary Pokémon. The dream and nightmare things from bedtime stories and cutesy picture books. The idea of them just being...

"Hey, what the fuck? That's not a fucking Pokémon I've ever heard of." Dave stepped back, baring his teeth. The run-away instinct was there in full force - but the thing wasn't even attacking. Just taunting them. "What do you want?" he growled. "Are you here for the shadow slugs?"

"Whoa, what?" Dave looked from Brisa to Truffle. "Okay, shouldn't we be looking into what the hell's going on with that, then?" Only then there was a strange, disembodied laugh that sent a shiver down his spine, the hair rising on his back. At Cabot's words a dim memory came back to him. "Wait...

Dave spoke up after Chatot's introduction. "Yeah, uh. So why are we assuming people disappearing has something to do with Pokémon going gigantic? Is there some evidence that it's related? Because it doesn't sound very related. "As for what we know..." Dave looked irritably around. "Kind of...