Nate hesitated a moment longer. The poochyena had a point, after all. There wouldn't be anything all that sketchy going on here if the smeargle's lot didn't seem quite so invested in making sure everybody touched the light. Best thing to do would be to try to leave, and if they didn't make a fuss about it, it was probably fine. Or better yet somebody else could try to leave and he could see what happened instead.
With Diyem reluctantly admitting that the light probably wasn't harmful, though, and a couple suckers trying it with nothing worse than scorched fingers, Nate was getting impatient. Yeah, still weird, and probably best not to take the smeargle up on her offer, at least for now. But he was already in deep shit as it was, and was he really going to sit around and whimper about what-ifs when everybody else was walking out of here with fuckoff cool sword powers? Fuck no. If he was stuck in this shitty dimension anyway, at least he could be stuck here in style.
Nate shoved his way to the front of the group, reaching out to touch the ball of golden light.
With Diyem reluctantly admitting that the light probably wasn't harmful, though, and a couple suckers trying it with nothing worse than scorched fingers, Nate was getting impatient. Yeah, still weird, and probably best not to take the smeargle up on her offer, at least for now. But he was already in deep shit as it was, and was he really going to sit around and whimper about what-ifs when everybody else was walking out of here with fuckoff cool sword powers? Fuck no. If he was stuck in this shitty dimension anyway, at least he could be stuck here in style.
Nate shoved his way to the front of the group, reaching out to touch the ball of golden light.