"So what you're saying is..." Clovis began.
"Yeah," Odette replied, nodding toward the camera of her phone.
"Some madlad blasted ya with an icy flame," Guzma continued.
"Yep."
"And your bite wouldn't respond to the cream," Clovis added.
"Uh huh."
"And on top of that people are going missin' and this only happened in the first place because y'all are tryna figure out who's doin' it," Guzma finished.
"Basically."
"And you're not even in our world right now," Clovis interjected.
"...yeah. I think you two got the gist," Odette groused.
Neither of them said anything. Odette went on gnawing at her lower lip as she stared at their blank faces through her phone screen. After a while, they looked at one another. Suddenly, Guzma left the view, and she heard the sound of their bed blankets rustling.
"Alright, I'm callin' a helicopter and we're comin' to get ya," he said sternly from off camera. Clovis's expression quickly morphed into one that was a tad angrier.
"My
ass we're calling a helicopter," he spat. "Call a fucking boat."
"What,
why?"
Clovis wildly gestured to himself with his free hand, the camera shaking with the force of his movement. "Guz, what good am I going to do in rescuing her if I'm
throwing up all over the place?"
"Shit, you're right. Speedboat it is."
Odette rolled her eyes and exhaled loudly. "Guys, nobody's flying or sailing in to 'rescue' me. I couldn't even tell you where I am. It's one of those multiverse things, remember?"
Clovis sighed gruffly as he began to rub at his eyes. Meanwhile, she could hear Guzma cursing to himself. However, that quickly morphed into the sound of him rushing back over to the bed. "
Oh," he shouted. With some more rustling of the blankets, he crawled back into view.
"I did one of those before I met either one of ya," he said excitedly. "We played Lycanrock. If there's a girl there with orange hair--I think her name started with an R--it's
her. Get rid of her, then it'll be fine and ya can get the
fuck out of there."
He suddenly narrowed his eyes as he began to rub at his chin. "There was also this fuckin' bird who threw me across the damn town. Watch out for her too; I'd suggest clubbin' her a lil'."
Clovis's eyes widened. "
Who threw you? Are you
okay?"
"̴W̷A̷I̵T̵,̷"̸ Odile sputtered as she jumped onto Odette's infirmary bed. She didn't bother to be careful as she leaned into her lap, doing whatever she could to get in view of the camera.
"̸D̶I̷D̷ ̴T̵H̵E̶ ̸B̵I̸R̸D̶ ̸L̸O̴O̶K̴ ̵L̸I̶K̷E̴ ̶Y̸V̸E̸L̴T̵A̶L̵?̷"̷
"Holy mother of fuck
, yes," Guzma gasped.
Odile proceeded to snatch the phone out of Odette's hand.
"̴G̶U̶Z̷M̵A̷.̷ W̸E̴ ̶N̴E̸E̶D̵.̸ ̴T̴O̵ ̴G̶O̵.̴ ̷O̴N̷ ̵A̶ ̶B̶I̵T̴C̵H̴ ̶H̶U̸N̷T̴."̴
"
Guys," Odette yelled. She'd been trying to be quiet and mindful of her fellow injured trainers, but her irritation was getting the best of her. It was hard enough to tell them everything as it was. When all fell silent, she lowered her voice. "I love this bonding moment," she snatched the phone back, "but there's no Yveltals here. And there's no girls with orange pigtails. But I'll keep my eye out."
Clovis took a leveling breath and held up one of his hands, as if he were trying to settle a crowd. Or himself, because his eyes were waltzing with absolute panic; it was clear as day, even through the phone. "Okay. Let me just go down the list. Besides your burn, are you hurt?"
"No."
"Has your blood pressure dipped?"
She hesitated. "Once, but it was only for a second."
His frown deepened. "Have you gotten into a fight with anybody?"
She bobbed her head for a second, considering her response. "Technically, no."
He responded with was a deep, anxiety filled sigh. "I need to figure out how to universe hop on my own. All this is doing is making my chest hurt, mother
fucker..."
"Ya sure that's not just all the pecha smoke in your lungs?" Guzma asked flatly. The look he received in response was one Clovis had only started making once they started dating. A glare that was endearing as it was absolutely horrific. But all it did was make Guzma snicker.
"I'll go sleep in the guest room," Clovis threatened. "And I'll take the weighted blanket with me."
At that, Guzma suddenly looked extremely offended. "No, it's
my weighted blanket. Ya even had it embroidered with my name, ya heartless bitch whore."
"If you're going to insult me, at least do it in Kalosian like we've taught you."
Guzma's eyes widened in onset fear. "Uhhhhhhhhhh..." he stalled. "
Saaaans...coeurrrr..." he scrunched his nose in concentation, "
chienne...poutine."
Odette stared at the screen, almost as hard as Clovis had been staring at Guzma. It wasn't long before they both started giggling.
"I said
'poutine'
on purpose, ya Kalosian
freaks," Guzma screeched over their quiet laughter. He jabbed a finger into Clovis's cheek, which only increased the volume of his giggles. "You are a
bitch plate of fries with cheese curds and gravy. Suck my ass, both of ya."
"You tried. That's what matters," Odette chuckled.
"Well, you're both smilin' now; that's what matters," Guzma replied before blowing her a kiss.
"̶G̸e̵t̴ ̸a̵ ̷f̵u̶c̶k̷i̷n̵g̷ ̵r̶o̴o̶m̵,̴"̶ Odile gagged, shoving her head under a pillow.
Fuck. Odette would keep saying it; she'd keep thinking it. She wished she was back home with them. But that prospect seemed further away than ever before.
"It was needed, so I appreciate it," she said, ignoring Odile's words. "Clearly there's too much happening here for me to remember how to laugh."
That got another sigh out of Clovis. "Well, what do you know so far about the missing trainers? Any leads?"
"Yellow 'mon. Psychic energy. Weird smell in one of the missing person's rooms. Cops here know jack fucking all, or are purposely keeping shit from us."
She began to rub her temple. "I need Noel here; we'd have figured this out already. I don't have some big rich organization backing my escapades here, either, so that's definitely not helping."
"Well, you've got the scariest fuckin' 'mon I've ever seen and the most polite 'mon I've ever seen, so nobody's even gonna think about fuckin' with ya," Guzma said. "That's already an advantage."
He really tried, but Odette could hear it in his voice. It sounded more like he was trying to convince himself of that. She decided not to point that out, for all their sakes.
"And you're sure that the one who got shot isn't doing it?" Clovis asked. He sounded cautious, and she knew why.
Nonetheless, she flinched a little at the question and was quick to start shaking her head. "You would think, but no. Just insane."
"I'm sorry," Clovis said strongly, as if trying to backtrack. "I just...wanted to be sure."
"I don't blame you. I'm alright, I think I just need to sleep it off."
He deserved it.
"Yes, ya do," Guzma said, nodding. "Sleep it off, and from now on, I want hourly text updates." His shoulders suddenly tensed. "Just so we
know you're okay, and...since we can't come get ya, y'know?"
He very much did not like saying that. She couldn't help but frown.
"I'll do you one better; every 45 minutes," she said. "I'll set a timer or I'll have Enora remind me."
"That'll definitely put me a little more at ease," Clovis agreed.
Next thing she knew, they were silent. It was a heavy silence; one that she managed to feel through the phone screen.
"I'm still here. I'll be okay, and you can call me whenever. It's okay," she said.
She took a very deep breath. "I love you both."
Rare words to come out of her mouth. She'd have much rather thrown her arms around both their necks and littered their dumb stupid faces with kisses. But she very well could not do that at the moment, and she hoped the words would be a good placeholder for that instead.
"I love you more," Clovis said.
"I love you more-est," Guzma said.
She didn't realize just how much she needed to hear them back, either. But she suddenly felt like she might be able to sleep tonight.
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