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This was fine. Zane was probably overreacting. Everyone hallucinated themselves every once in a while. At least, everyone beaten within an inch of their life by a swarm of shaymin he knew had. Maybe Diyem had decided to return the favor of Zane’s insult ridden form of piety. You’ll die. “Okay...

Can't sleep yourself away. Zane tentatively took the poison seed, but held it in his paw. He asked for some water to help wash it down and didn't want to ask how the goodra got it for him that quickly. At a glance, it certainly seemed like water. He didn't look long enough to see his reflection...

Rest in bed, sleepyhead, while their eyes watch on with dread. Go to sleep, count mareep, just to die beneath the sheets. “Cell!” Zane shouted. A quick glance around the room brought his self awareness back and his voice down. “All these pokémon,” he whispered, “they’re all injured—” so easy...

“Like shit. Bring me a drink, bitch.” Zane burst out from his covers, “I didn’t say that!” he plead. With the covers gone, he didn’t have a hint of blue in the corner of his eyes. It was right next to the goodra. He was right next to the goodra, blue fur, fat figure and all, but only for a...

Zane was dead. Even as his eyes opened, every inch of his body ached for an end. “You need a drink,” his voice told him. He nodded along, barely registering that someone was next to him. His head hurt too much to notice or care. Whoever they were, they were right. “I always am.” “Can it,” Zane...