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Zak and Horizon watched Red transform, one disinterested because that form was overstimulating and worsening his already unbearable headache, and the other still under the effects of his "Lack of fear" potion from before. "That is hardly even a Pokemon," Zak muttered, rubbing the sides of his...

Zak didn't put up fuss this time, it'd be best to just get it over with. Maybe if he didn't mull over it, he wouldn't get something bad. The potion he got looked rather thick, like a syrup, and it didn't look like it'd do him any harm. The smell though... Little did he know he was absolutely...

"Oh yes, approach the worm after your literal blood bath. Surely that will end well," Zak scoffed, watching Zygarde with visible distaste. Or as much or little distaste a Mega Altaira could show. Whether the effect was amplified or not, Zak did not care, he wanted to be normal again. Or at least...

Zak was keeping mostly to himself for a while, but the game was still going on around him, and for once, he didn't need to drink. "I have joined a team, and I have acquired a lesser, but I have yet to allow another to look after my well being. Not willingly, for Horizon--" he looked at the...

For a moment, Zak lived in his lapse of intelligence and thought none the wiser, literally. But, he quickly remembered how the game worked, and facepalmed. Winged. Whatever. He was upset. "Gods..." Horizon was more on the ball than Zak, however, and tossed a potion towards the now-Altaria. The...

"Finally, we are not ones to drink this time," Zak sighed, wiping his forehead. "I would have fought tooth and nail to maintain this form, unless the next I received was my glorious and terrifying original state." Horizon kept shadowboxing, working up a sweet. He was really enjoying having...

Zak let out a surprised choke, and upon seeing where he was being carried off to, gave a confused look to Altair. "I, appreciate the turnaround, but yo--" Zak fell on his face, his horns being the only thing to keep him from entirely faceplanting. "--Honestly I would say this fits the settings...

Zak blinked, looking around him before pointing at himself. "Me? I mean, obviously, I've always looked more than ideal for those below me but... Admittedly, I can confess I do not look my best right now. Or I certainly do not feel as such." Zak cleared his throat, putting on a proud, toothy...

Zak stayed by Horizon's side, that healing glow still remaining, and grimaced when the next person went. Yet another potion for the pair to drink, and it felt like Horizon was just destined to always get the short end of the stick. The Vaporeon looked up to Horizon's face, brushing his own...

Zak sighed, gritting his teeth. "Hate of the gods, that's another drink for us, Horizon." "Already on it," Horizon sighed, pulling another two potions, one more viscous and... slimy, for lack of a better term, and the other just kinda brown. The dragon gave Zak the not-slimy looking one...

Zak had never ran so fast in his life, panting and gasping for air as he bolted through the halls. The moment he found the stairs, he practically threw himself down them. And the the next flight, and the next. He threw himself down at least five stories, and with a sore and aching body decided...

Horizon was sitting on a comfy sofa, kicking his feet and listening to everyone talk and have fun! And also Antares being bullied by Altair! Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.... The Dragonite blinked, realizing the game had continued on. "Hey, Zak? Isn't a physical altercation a fight?"...

"Charm of the gods," Zak whistled. "I'm surprised his cult isn't multiversal, with a pitch like that."

"Wow! Humans really are just weird everywhere!" Horizon clapped his hands together, a distant look in his eyes. "I suddenly don't feel safe here any more!" Zak hummed to himself, shaking his head. "Fate of the gods, remember who you are and what level are in comparison to the other worms. There...

Horizon watched, conflicted with how much he wanted to be tossed himself, and how angry seeing Altair toss Antares got him. He knew the bird was trying to riles Antares up, or maybe just naturally being unfriendly, and Horizon didn't like it at all! What a jerk! "Now now, Grunt. Remember who is...

"Does it count if I've never been in bets before?" Horizon asked, humming. "I have also never lost any bets, the few I have chosen to partake in," Zak said, sighing, disappointed. "I suppose it was too much to expect to try one of those potions from this one's questions... Oh well."

Zak shuffled, a pleasant look on his face. "Ah, if this is how you plan on warming up to me, I would say nearly a fraction of a hair there! Perhaps there are something to be redeemed within you after all!" "Ooooooo, is it bedtime already? Guess we can call this a sleepover, huh! But uh...

Horizon let out a terrified peep, covering his face. "I-I swear I didn't mean to! Honest!" Zak bopped him on the back of the head before he whined too much. "At the very least pretend to have half the righteous pride as me? We can't joke about being on the level of the worms forever, Grunt!"...

"Splendid! An activity for worms I am entirely unfamiliar with!" Zak laughed, then deadpanned. "Hope of the gods, it is surely more amusing than it sounds?" "I don't think I've ever played it, so I wouldn't know," Horizon shrugged. "To no one's surprise, you met very few others before you were...

Zak hummed to himself, licking the back of his paw once more. "I would not dream of it, wisp. I have far better subject to spend the effort on. Much like that Hoopa, whenever they decide to reveal themselves!" "I wonder if they're getting any snacks," Horizon muttered, drooling very slightly...