Ambyssin
Gotta go back. Back to the past.
"You'll just die a spiritual death. I hear those are quite painful for ghosts."
"You'll just die a spiritual death. I hear those are quite painful for ghosts."
Necrozma chuffed. "People who claim to like me have a terrible habit of dying."
She turned back to Astrid. “Sure! Well, you can explore and I’ll keep you company. It all looks the same to me.”
"Wait, you got to sign up? Voluntarily?"
Please do not be reckless with those bodies. I don't think you understand how hard I worked to make those.
Cynthian stared at him, dumbfounded, then he laughed nervously. "I was under the assumption that everyone else came here of their free will too. Is that not the case for you?"
"Holy hell, just how many people did Diyem bring here? We're basically his private army!" he whispered to Cynthian.
"Well they say there's strength in numbers, and honestly I'd rather have more companions to rely on," Cynthian whispered back with a wink.
"The... Prism mon is Necrozma. I believe you've also met him before, Curio, that is if you remember that night too."
Cynthian let out a scream that sounded more like a squeak. He frantically shook his flower repeatedly and then he distanced himself from Flame hid behind Curio.
"You didn't have to do that!" Cynthian said with a frown. "I could've gone up in flames, you know?"
A moment later, he realized who he was cowering behind then swiftly moved away from Curio. "Excuse me."
“Watch it, you potted plant.”