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Warnings[]
poisoning
guns / bullets
Vintage Vindictiveness[]
Cold halls where water runs down the stone to rest on the concrete in small dirty puddles. They ripple as the footsteps of hundreds run through them, splashing the water from their comfort and across the landing.
Hooves clack as it flees, much to its distaste but at the order of the man sat on its back, clinging to its fur.
It wouldn’t have ran even at the beck and call, but this was different. A bleeding wound in the man's arm. Sure , Mishanter was feeding on that for its energy, but the bullet refused to heal over after a certain point, leaving Mishanter unable to remove it completely and unable to feast fully. Something was wrong with this bullet.
As if to prove Mishanter right, Worthless began coughing into fur. Weak, phlegmy coughs.
The monstrosity continues to run towards where the exit door had been, only to find it barricaded with metal bars. It makes a disgruntled grumble as it backs away, ready to turn and look for another, but those men corner it. Their rifles pointed, their bows drawn.
Mishanter snarls and calls into the air, it wouldn't like to use energy it would rather save, but desperate times, desperate measures. Its body phases away as a tens of bullets pierce into stone where it once stood.
In the timeless void of its space and time hopping it can hear him, coughing and whimpering before weakly whispering: “Mishanter…? I feel sick…” as his grip weakens and his body falls sideways from the back of the deer.
Luckily his tail catches the man, wrapping around his grey skin tightly until they make it back to his home. The monster stumbles in its panic once its hooves hit solid ground. It looks around for the small house amongst the trees, when it can’t find it it decides that the best idea is to barrel its way through the forest until it was found.
When the small structure is reached it shrinks its size down to allow it to kick in the door, barging its way in to lay Worthless down on the sofa. Sentinel yells out in fear and rushes to the room to see who had broken in, when he realises the colour scheme he sighs out that worry.
“You’re back early” he smiles slightly, sure, he has a few problems with the deer but he pushes them aside for the most part. “Where’s Worthless?...”
The deer points with one of the hands where horns should be and Sentinel peers around the sofa , eyes widening as he rushes to Worthless’ side.
The man covered in scars lays there, eyes closed as his skin drenches itself in sweat as a small purple hazy patch lays over the bridge of his nose. His mouth rests slightly agape as his chest raises and falls rather quickly yet out of sync, occasionally broken by small whimpers. The deer uses its tail to check the wound on his arm, using a claw to pick out what seems to be some kind of gel from the wound. It sniffs at it and shudders, the sharp and acidic smell piercing through its nose.
The deer casts a glance to Sentinel, who looks up from Worthless.
“Poison?” he asks, when it nods he grits his teeth. On one hand he was proud he could read the deer after so long of just confusedly looking at its motions and listening to its huffs and cries. On the other hand, Worthless needed his thoughts right now.
Taking one of Worthless’ hands into his palm he replies; “Is there an antidote?”
The deer doesn’t respond for a while as it thinks, though eventually it nods, hesitantly.
“So that’s a maybe…” he needed a ‘yes’! Not a ‘maybe’! Still, he doesn’t yell at the deer. “I might know someone– where are you going?” He raises his head as the pokemon trots to the doorway. It looks back at him silently before turning away and proceeding to walk out, growing back to its ordinary height before letting out its roar of a cry and disappearing.
Sentinel sighs and presses his forehead to the hand resting in his palm.
-
Hooves land on concrete. The wind blowing across the grass , making the greenery rustle in response as Mishanter stands outside the gate.
The gate was iron, closed and bolted, the rest of the small castle on lockdown. Small, in terms of comparing it to other castles they had seen atleast. Either way, it was bolted down, he was locked out. Those bolts however were not made to withstand the fury of a miscreated monster as he lowers his head, his body becoming enveloped in pink flames before he dashes into the gate, sending the iron flying off of its hinges and into the air, eventually it lands in the courtyard as the pink flames dissipate from around it.
It hadnt made its entrance the most sneaky it could and probably should, but did it care? No. It wasn’t here to sneak around and waste time. It needed an antidote as quickly as possible.
Where would it find the antidote however? It stood there in the open and thought, eyes narrowing as it recalled what had happened not to long ago, where the shot had gone into Worthless’ flesh.
Where was that…
Where had they be–
The lab. There was a lab connected to the library.
With haste it turns its head around, looking for where the library could be situated.
Where would it be in a castle like this?
Think.
Think , where was it? …retrace the steps.
Those pink eyes close as it slows its breath, forcing itself to recall what it could.
When they open he turns to his right, though he couldn't recall it all perfectly he could remember the path he had taken more or less, and the route inside felt like the right match. Shrinking back down to fit past the doorway he marches in, casting looks left and right as he walk.
The sounds of people walking stilled his own as his fur bristled. He stopped and he waited, he listened. Eventually the footsteps got further and further away, allowing him to begin his trek towards the library , or at least his search for it.
Everything looked the same, which began to disorientate Mishanter in the stone walls. Doors looked the same, halls looked the same, even the paintings looked identical.
The library didn’t have a door, he tells himself. It was an open archway , the way into the lab from the library was also not a door, just another archway open to whoever discovered it. However, Once again, Mishanter hears footsteps and voices much too close to continue his hunt. He presses his body up against the wall and listens.
“Do you think that we’ll get reprimanded for the shots we took?”
“Do you think we will? The bullets didn’t leave much behind.”
“We wasted the stock.”
“No, we used the stock. We had intruders, we used what we were given to repel them. I don’t think that’s grounds for punishment.”
“I guess so…”
There was a smooth silence, before fast footsteps approached them, pausing once it reached them. A shaky yet loud voice talking to the ones that had gone silent.
“Did you two see that monster?!” it asks, Mishanter knows he is the one it is talking about as he presses himself ever so harsher against the wall. Looking down at its Xerneas hooves. “It was much different to the ones we’ve seen here!”
“Keep it down, would you?”
‘Sorry- but did you?”
“No, I didn't , I was just shooting wherever I felt like it.” one responds sarcastically.
“Oh…well it was blue and red! It was t–”
“Of course I saw it!” they yell, frustrated. “Fuck, you have got to learn what sarcasm is.”
“Oh…oh right, sorry…”
“Don’t be” the other one tells the nervous voice, a punch rings out (a soft one, but still). “He’s just on edge. With the intrusion and all?”
“Mhm!” the shaky voice responds, much more cheery when it continues. “I remember now actually! I was asked to see if you wanted lunch in the main hall? Everyone else is there now, it’s only you two out here!”
“Lunch? Sorry, we’ve got to keep guard.” the one who was punched huffs. “Don’t need more people breaking in.”
“Come on, don’t be like that, I'm sure there won't be anyone else” the other chuckles. “Let’s get some lunch!”
“You sure?”
“I'm sure!”
“...fine, whatever…” they respond. “Lead the way scientist boy.” After that conversation the footsteps start to disappear into a far off, opposite direction.
Scientist? So that lab would be free now, would it? Mishanter wags its tail as it picks up its pace once more.
Despite being lost in the labyrinth of identical paths and corridors, eventually he sees an orange glow bending around the wall and bleeding onto the path. Peering around the corner Mishanter spots the archway he had been looking for. The orange glow of the library light illuminates the path as he heads toward it, wooden door frame being passed as oak bookshelves and old, dusty and yellowed books surround the pokemon.
This room too was much like a labyrinth , but not in the same bracket of difficulty. A few weaving paths and it was stood in front of that secondary archway, the one that led to where the antidote should be resting.
With no scientist in there to defend it, it should be simple in, out and back home.
Stepping in and pushing the curtain aside, the white light acts like a flashbang of sorts, blinding him temporarily as he rears his head back slightly in surprise, having forgotten about the harsh light. Eventually his eyes adjust and he scans the area, pink eyes landing on a small see-through tube with a clear liquid inside sitting inside of a tray in a locked shelf.
Yveltal claws yank the lock and chain from the glass as it's pulled open, one scooping up the liquid and reading what it said on the vial. Antidote. This was the antidote.
Now, he needed out.
Sure, he could head out the way he came in but he had decided that was far, far too many guards for his liking. So to the right he turned, pushing open the door and stepping into the dark room, the next exit illuminated by a door light.
Something felt wrong.
A screech of pain is overshadowed by the sound of firing guns.
Mishanters legs collapse, leading his body to crash down, his face smashing into the concrete floor with a hiss.
He squirms, kicking his legs under him. Pain tears through them and he cries out his agony, the lights that switch on blinding him, making it ever so slightly worse as he continues to writhe, the antidote held tightly in his tail.
When his eyes adjust for a second time he sees guards, he sees many of them, but not many of them are holding guns, instead the only ones actually holding their guns were holding what looked like mini cannons mounted on a gun's handle and trigger.
The monstrosity growls and whines, looking back down to its legs to see the damage.
Metal nails, large grey metal nails were embedded in his harsh leg skin, having pierced right through the shins.
Something about them was clearly different from normal bullets. They had used gel bullets to shoot at Worthless, leading to him getting poisoned, so these too must have a special purpose. He could heal himself of them though, just as he could any normal bullet. Of course he could, right?
Pink flames appear around the nail like bullets, trying to force them out. It was working. Slowly yet effectively. It was taking more force than usual however, an aspect that wasn’t lost on him. Though as those bullets were halfway out, another couple of shots ran out.
Another animalistic scream of pain and those pink flames vanish, black legs now pierced through with four more of those metal nails.
Mishanter whines, breath uneven as he pant, glaring weakly at the guards. None of them stepped forwards until the guns were lowered, only then did one holding a cane with an ornament atop it in the shape of a bird step out from the crowd. They were what one would think of when they thought of a wise old man.
Still, they press their cane into the ground beside where they pause.
Mishanter blinks up at them, glare remaining. They smile.
“Why did you return, beastly one?” they ask. “I thought you would have been afraid to step foot here again.”
Mishanter doesn’t reply. Instead he just glares. These people knew why he was here. They knew what they did to Worthless. They had shot him on purpose after all. They had poisoned him on purpose after all.
“Ah, the poison…of course.” They hum. “It’s a shame we had to resort to such measures, but you see… when someone breaks into our home, we like to make sure they won't return." They tap on the ornament on their cane. “It would seem like that only works on humans and ordinary monsters.”
The man with the cane steps closer, Mishanter curls into himself slightly.
“But you’re certainly not ordinary, even more un-ordinary compared to our ordinary!” They laugh. “We prepared these nails for legendaries and mythicals quite like yourself, incase we ever ran into any…openly vengeful ones.” The cane is pressed to Mishanters belly where the black veins wrap around to connect the blue body to the red tail. “Even then, compared to the legends and the myths, you are a strange strange one. Would it even be fair to call you one of those?”
Mishanter grits his teeth, any energy he had was gone, he would have whacked this man away if he had the strength to move those red claws. All the strength that remained was kept to his tail, clutching tight around the antidote.
The man taps the vein a few more times before the end of the cane is pressed to the floor again, the man dropping to his knees to kneel and observe his catch.
Mishanter squirms again and growls at the presence.
“You look rather..inorganic. Despite the flesh and bone you’re clearly made of.”
Mishanter shudders this time. He did not need to be reminded of his own accursed existence. He didn't need to be reminded of how he wasn’t meant to exist in such a form, or how he was formed from those who had their lives ripped apart and sewn back together.
He wasn’t organic, but he too wasn’t inorganic. He was in the middle, something created from that which was organic and revived in an inorganic way. His skin, his feelings, his thoughts. They were organic.
Or were they?
His thoughts were not his alone, he himself isn't anyone, he isn't anything. He himself is the outcome of an inorganic experiment with organic material. These thoughts are the merged echos of those he was born together from, but were they only echos? Were they echos or were they what they truly thought. Thoughts mixing together into an incohesive cohesive mess of a thought. But these thoughts like his alone, though, again, how could they be if he wasn't truly himself. He is two, three yet one all the same.
The emotions too, the emotions were surely that of who he was born as, born as three into one, yet one as the three. He was not the three, he was the one, yet the one was made from three and so the one must be three. But then, if the three is one and the one is three then why does the one not represent the three and the three not represent the one?
Was he himself, separate from the three, a conscious feeling being born from suffering…or was he just the fusion ,the amalgamation of those that he had been created from?
The cane pokes his stomach again and he snaps from that trance he had locked himself into. His face was wet, but his breathing was rather tame.
“We shall keep it here until the lab is prepared.” The cane man speaks to everyone in the room, Mishanter listens in.
“Yes sir!” the scientist yells out before running off, through the door Mishanter had entered from.
The cane man looks at Mishanter. Brown eyes meet pink as the man smiles. The many footsteps of the other guards disappear out of the room until that man too stands and leaves with them, the light shutting out as they flip the switch and close the door.
Mishanter writhes once more. The pain still shocking his system from the motions, yet he continues to move, craning his neck down to bite onto the nearest metal nail in his left leg with his teeth. Slowly he pulls it out, the ends of it barbed, tearing at the inside of his skin. He cries onto the nail yet continues to pull on it until it clinks when it's dropped onto the concrete.
With adrenaline beginning to spike, with energy slowly returning he grips onto another nail with his teeth, slowly pulling on it, feeling it rip his skin until that one too clinks onto the floor. Another burst of adrenaline, another burst of energy.
Power inhibitors. They were blocking his energy, his power for his attacks.
Smart, he must give them credit. Out of all the things he had been hit with, this was new.
His blood drains from the wounds, soaking the floor in red, which , over time , began to turn light lilac-purple before drying a darker purple.
Pulling the final nail out he watches those bright pink flames return, burning the wounds shut as they heal. Adrenaline masks the pain, but it also clouds his mind. Vengeance clouds his mind.
The clacking of his heels sounds similar to that of the nails as they had once hit the floor. He squints at them in anger and kicks them aside, hearing them bounce off the wall from the force before scattering on the ground. His focus is on the ground however as glowing pink eyes illuminate the concrete and quickly dried blood.
They were going to use him for another experiment? What were they going to do? Were they going to be the ones to undo what she had done, tear him apart at the seams and return his pieces back to their rightful owners. Their rightful owners who must be rotting away into the depths of the earth ,polluting the soil with anger and hatred.
Anger and hatred.
Anger and hatred that he feels in his heart, in the heart that was stolen from another. A heart that should be full of love and kindness for it to grant the most lovely of wishes. A heart that was now soaked in venom for the moment as it burns bright with the fires of malevolence.
The door to the room opens, the light is switched on, the guards fill the room.
Pink envelops the pure white in his eyes as the light bursts overhead.
Screams. Cries. Pleads.
Mishanter feasts on that suffering.
The glass that remains buried in one's throat, another's chest. Those nails hammered singley into eyes, hands and stomachs. Charred corpses that smell like rot already.
Red hands of horns grip onto the body of one, one who calls for backup before their entrails spill and slop onto the floor, body flung aside as regular bullets attempt to pierce through fur, only to clatter onto the floor as a metal sheen glows around it. The head of the ferocious monster turns to them, eyes piercing their very souls before the red hands grip onto them, squeezing them, spraying their blood over the walls.
Blue fur too is marred with the spray as the corpses join the others on the floor.
Backup arrives, what a shame.
Pink fire encompasses them as bullets ricochet the room. The pink fire envelops them as they scream. The pink fire dissipates as a snapping noise rings out.
Mishanter looks up to the ceiling.
A rumble echoes through the building as a large metal stake much like the smaller nails digs itself into the floor, piercing right through the red tail holding the antidote, the small bottle being dropped and rolling across the floor. Energy that had been brought back with a rush was quickly sapped away again.
Mishanter writhed once more, cried, screeched. Noone was there to taunt him, noone was there to help him.
There was no way he could get free from this alone.
So, in the darkness he waits, laying there, shivering, the whites returning to those eyes as he weakly calls out in his monster tongue for someone, noone by name, but anyone by definition.
It was him this time who coughed, blood splattering over the ground, merging in with the red.
Was that it? No…surely not. He wasn’t destined to die here was he? He wasn’t– he wasn’t created to die here, like this. To become a corpse amongst those he had slain. This wasn’t his purpose. This wasn’t how he was going out.
He attempts to stand, but it fails, leading to him dropping straight back onto the concrete. Blood runs from his nose and mouth as he coughs again, the sound of footsteps catching his attention but not enough that he needed to turn to it. He was too weak for that.
When the door opens, there's a small light that enters, that of a torch, a wooden one with a fire on the end.
“Well , i never thought i’d see the day.” he recognises that smug voice. He wants to turn but he can't.
“Looks like big scary Mishanter got caught in a trap. How sad… i thought you were smarter than this.” he doesn’t need to turn to see who it is as the owner of the voice enters his view, black jacket…purple, yellow all around. Claws made of bone poking from his wrists. Mishanters pink eyes glare up weakly into purple and yellow before his head drops back down.
“Missingno…” he forced out in a whisper. The glitch chuckles.
“Mishanter, i’m disappointed.” They smile and cross their arms. “Here I was thinking that you were off making someone else's life hell but in reality you were stuck here, pinned down like some kind of butterfly!” he hums “they need a few more pins for that actually…”
Mishanter squints, not able to look up at him, but Missingno got the message despite that.
“So, what was it? Were you trying to grant someone's wish, or were you just causing trouble”
‘Neither’ Mishanter thinks, Missingno seems to get the vibe.
“Neither? Then what else were you up– ah, i see~” he purrs “your little plaything got hurt, so you were trying to fix it! That’s why I can't see him, where did you leave him? By a tree? In a river? On a car?”
‘Home’ Mishanter closes his eyes. ‘He is not a plaything.’
Missingno cackles “well if he’s not a plaything, then what else would he be? Your host, your pet, you–”
‘My Owner.’
Missingno stays silent after that, at least for a couple minutes, but when that voice peeks up again- it’s low and angered.
“Owner.” he grits out. Mishanter wants to see what expression he wears yet even when Missingno grabs his deer-like chin in a crushing grip, he still can’t see it. “Well isn’t it nice to know that your owner is probably coughing his throat raw at home as the poison runs its course? Oh, let’s not forget the rest of what poison does to the body. He’s already weak isn’t he? And without you there, his body isn’t being kept alive as much. If your grip falters too much then I'm sure he’ll just keel over.”
Mishanter tries to growl, but he’s too tired.
“Though that spike in your tail is stealing your energy isn’t it? If so, do you really think you still have your grip on him?” Mishanters eyes widen in realisation and fear, Missingno laughs bitterly at that, though ecstatic at his fear, his sadness, his anger. “Oh no, I'm right aren’t i? You can’t feel it, because he’s become unchained. Just like everyone else you chained to you. Won't that be a hassle to put right?”
Mishanter feels his face getting wet again, Missingno clenches onto his jaw just slightly harder.
“Why not just give up here?”
Mishanter shakes his head, getting it dropped back onto the concrete.
“Of course not.” Missingno hisses. “You’re far to fucking stubborn.” he takes a step back. “As admirable as that is, I hate it.” he gestures to Mishanter with a hand. The monster that had entered along with Missingno, the one that had remained just out of sight in the dark, finally appears.
“I hate you.”
Mishanter chokes as a spear-like tail bursts through his fur, his veins, his bones; red-purple blood flying out of the wound from the momentum as the glitchmon then withdraws it, leaving a gaping hole in Mishanters chest. Blood spills from the wound and further from the mouth, trickling onto the floor as footsteps begin to leave. No goodbyes, no what-could-be-final words. Mishanter coughs, a squeaky noise in his throat resulting from damaged lungs.
He tries, he really does. But he’s too tired, too weak.
If he could become taller then he would have a chance to pull that stake out of his tail but he can’t , he just can’t.
He can’t.
He can’t do anything.
And it’s starting to scare him.
Face getting wet again as he tries so very hard to pull himself along, if he can rip his tail in half on the spike then he could heal it back up once he got his energy. He had to try, he had to try anything. He needs to get home, he needs to get back. He needs to give the antidote to Worthless, he has too, surely there’s a way. He can’t die like this, Worthless can’t die like this.
His face is soaked with blood and tears and he lets out a weak pitiful, sorrowful cry.
Worthless doesn’t deserve to die like this, because he was bought here. It was Mishanters idea, it was all his fault. Arceus if you’re listening let him get the antidote back to him, let him at least save one more person. Please.
He can’t move anymore, weak and tired. His eyes fall shut.
-
Sentinel jumps at the sound of the door being booted open for the second time today. He shields Worthless with his body as a strange man with spiky hair who looks way too similar to Worthless but not at all familiar steps in.
His face is split in half more or less, one side looks like blue, one looks like who Sentinel would guess is red. He’d heard of others like him, but he’d never seen one. Guess this was that day for him to finally meet one of these others.
Small pink glowing boxes flicker about on and around the blue as he looks around,panting heavily like had run a mile. Spotting Worthless the scowl on his face softens.
“Forgive me for -that-” he gestures to the door with his head. “But where’s Mishanter?”
“Who–” Sentinel starts, before stopping and restarting the sentence anew. “He didn’t say where he was going, he just up and left. He’s looking for an antidote.” Sentinel responds, the stranger steps over to Worthless and Sentinel gets in their way.
“Move.” they hiss.
“Who are you?”
“GreRe.” they respond, glaring at Sentinel. “I recommend you move out of the way so that Worthless doesn’t end up dead.”
“Is that a threat?”
“He’s dying of poison. You really think I came all this way to kill him?”
“How do you know him?”
“We’re friends.”
“How can I believe you?”
GreRe opens his mouth to yell at the guard as he grabs the front of the tallers clothes, but the sound of a weak cough interrupts the breakout of a fight as they both look down at Worthless.
“He’s- ‘elling the –’uth” Worthless is too tired to form full sentences and Sentinel steps aside, letting GreRe drop down to his knees. He grabs onto the poisoned wound and looks at it. He clicks his tongue and makes a trilling sort of noise. From outside an odd looking pikachu runs in, its pink eyes (despite them being oddly pale now, which even upon first meeting Sentinel can tell is wrong) telling Sentinel all he needed to know as he kneels down too.
The pikachu sniffs the wound, shakes its head, sneezes then looks at GreRe, nodding its head.
GreRe nods and looks to Sentinel.
“We’ll be back as soon as we can.” he looks to Worthless, then back to Sentinel , the witch attempting to fall back asleep. “He’ll be alright, promise.” he assures Sentinel before hopping onto his feet, the pikachu running out of the house with GreRe following close behind.
Sentinel watches them leave before sighing and turning back to Worthless. He puts a hand on his boiling, feverish head and frowns.
“Do you want a drink of water?” he asks softly, which he gets a response to.
A soft nod, a weak “yeah…p’ease”
-
Everything spins behind the deers eyelids, its consciousness being pulled under into a coma as the seconds drag on.
He can barely react to the tilt of his chin, an item pressing to his lips, a liquid flowing down his throat.
He can’t hear them either, everything is ringing.
He feels that spike in his tail moving however, he weakly cries, feeling someone hold his head close and stroke his fur after doing so, a wetness being sprayed on it before being smoothed in. Slowly his hearing returns, the sound of metal on metal ringing out repeatedly in time with every motion of that stake.
“--ckily Evechu was able to find the scent of the poison, which led me here to the antidote. Then they seemed to pick up on your scent or something and led me in here. Luckily someone left a torch behind in the distance, spotted your tail-”
As GreRe talks to Mishanter the metal noise continues until finally the stake falls onto the floor, dust ringing out as it clatters. Evechu lands on all fours and sprints to Mishanter, nuzzling its nose and static-y red cheeks against his face lovingly.
“Yeah, he’s still alive buddy, don’t worry…” he tells the frantic Evechu, whose pink eyes are starting to slowly return to their vibrant state.
The injured tail and hole in his chest start to heal, getting faster with every second. Energy starts to re-form inside him, those watery pink eyes look up GreRe. GreRe smiles warmly and hugs onto Mishanters head. His own eyes start to well up and eventually drip with tears as he tries to silence his sobs. Mishanter closes his eyes and purrs, the wetness of the tears dripping on his head not bothering him as he rests there.
“Alright, a-alright… let’s get you home!” GreRe grins , sniffling and wiping his eyes. Mishanter nods and Evechu lets out a happy sound.
The red tail scoops up the almost forgotten antidote as Mishanter shakily stands, his free red arms picking up GreRe and Evechu before bellowing his cry and leaving that cursed realm.
Landing back home Mishanter helps GreRe and Evechu off his back, almost collapsing as he does so before managing to catch himself, slowly lowering himself to the ground to rest, still not fully recovered.
GreRe walks to the door he had kicked in earlier, finding it still open. He peeks in and spots Worthless remaining on the sofa, Sentinel wiping his face with a cold, wet towel.
“Hey” GreRe calls, stepping in. Sentinel turns to him and catches the antidote when its thrown to him- wasting no time in opening it and putting it to Worthless’ lips. GreRe watches as Worthless slowly gulps down the liquid until the vial is empty. It can’t taste good by the way Worthless gags, but it’s better than being poisoned. Worthless coughs a few times and Sentinel pats his back before rubbing it, talking to him quietly as Worthless nods a few times.
Once they’re done with their conversion, the Sentinel looks up at GreRe again.
“Did you find Mishanter?...”
GreRe nods “he uh…” he scratches his head. “He risked his life for that antidote.”
Sentinel blinks at GreRe before bowing his head.
“Don’t feel too bad about it, i think he felt responsible, it was his own choice.” Evechu chirps when GreRe pauses. “Yeah, and he’s alright now, he’s just resting outside. We found him pinned down, stake through the tail. Wasn’t pretty.”
There’s a sad silence in the air, which GreRe breaks with a salute and a “was nice to meet you” to Sentinel before he and evenchu leave the house and presumably that world, hopping back home, at least that's what Sentinel guesses.
Sentinel takes a moment before he pushes himself off his knees, stretching as his arms and knees pop and click.
The guard slowly walks to the door to peer out of it, spotting the telltale pattern of Mishanter as he lays there right beside the treeline, eyes closed and relaxed despite the shivering. Sentinel whistles and one eyes opens, looking over at the man as he waves him over.
“Come in, Worthless needs you.”
Mishanter does as he's told, although he struggles to keep his balance as he shortens his height and steps into the house.
On the sofa Worthless is laying, he smiles and opens his arms to Mishanter, the deer blinks before continuing over, climbing onto the sofa and shrinking his form down to that of a german shepard as he rests with Worthless.
Sentinel smiles and sighs softly, closing the door and locking it behind him as he joins the two on the sofa, picking up a game controller and turning on the TV, both of which were stolen from elsewhere, but that never mattered as Sentinel casts his glance to the sleeping witch and his familiar.
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