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7/6/2025, 12:55:08 PM
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>>6270473
You feel sick. And angry.
How dare some random fuck hole try and catch Latias.
The anger is joined by guilt.
She's your responsibility. Your partner. Henry entrusted you with her well being and safety.
That she ran away from your home is no fault of your family. It's your fault, as surely as if you'd missed one of your father's 'sure thing' investment schemes.
You can't stew though. Details. You need details if there's any prayer of you fixing this. Brutalising the asshole who tried to steal Latias can wait. You need to find her and make sure she's alright, first.
"Please, tell me everything that happened." You say after taking a deep breath in and letting it out slowly in an effort to abate the guilt and hot rage you feel bubbling up inside you.
Your father nods and outlines what happened - Chloe and Tom were out in the back yard, playing with their pokemon when Latias joined in.
Your father didn't think anything of it, really - your home is on the outskirts of town and Latias was being careful to avoid hurting Chloe's Vulpix or Tom's Sobble, so he was focused on trying to get some work for the next few weeks around town on the local message boards.
According to what Chloe had said, their playfight had been interrupted by a guy about your age crashing into the yard with a Tyranitar which had bodied Latias into the house, before Kay O-o had interposed himself and given Latias the room to escape and disappear.
Despite the clear experience gap, Kay O-o actually managed to knock the Tyranitar back, but he was injured in the process.
Your mum was looking after him and while he might have a few scars from the encounter, he's otherwise fine.
When your father confronted the youth about his actions and the damage, he'd simply shrugged and written a cheque to cover the damage before noting that 'Latias weren't family pets' and that 'it was just a waste to leave one languishing like this one was. so he was going to actually use her properly.'
"Did you get this cunt's name?" You ask coldly, your mind filled with thoughts of stepping on some smug rich prick's neck, or caving their skull in with your bare hands until they were an unrecognisable smear on the ground.
(Part 1)
>>6270473
You feel sick. And angry.
How dare some random fuck hole try and catch Latias.
The anger is joined by guilt.
She's your responsibility. Your partner. Henry entrusted you with her well being and safety.
That she ran away from your home is no fault of your family. It's your fault, as surely as if you'd missed one of your father's 'sure thing' investment schemes.
You can't stew though. Details. You need details if there's any prayer of you fixing this. Brutalising the asshole who tried to steal Latias can wait. You need to find her and make sure she's alright, first.
"Please, tell me everything that happened." You say after taking a deep breath in and letting it out slowly in an effort to abate the guilt and hot rage you feel bubbling up inside you.
Your father nods and outlines what happened - Chloe and Tom were out in the back yard, playing with their pokemon when Latias joined in.
Your father didn't think anything of it, really - your home is on the outskirts of town and Latias was being careful to avoid hurting Chloe's Vulpix or Tom's Sobble, so he was focused on trying to get some work for the next few weeks around town on the local message boards.
According to what Chloe had said, their playfight had been interrupted by a guy about your age crashing into the yard with a Tyranitar which had bodied Latias into the house, before Kay O-o had interposed himself and given Latias the room to escape and disappear.
Despite the clear experience gap, Kay O-o actually managed to knock the Tyranitar back, but he was injured in the process.
Your mum was looking after him and while he might have a few scars from the encounter, he's otherwise fine.
When your father confronted the youth about his actions and the damage, he'd simply shrugged and written a cheque to cover the damage before noting that 'Latias weren't family pets' and that 'it was just a waste to leave one languishing like this one was. so he was going to actually use her properly.'
"Did you get this cunt's name?" You ask coldly, your mind filled with thoughts of stepping on some smug rich prick's neck, or caving their skull in with your bare hands until they were an unrecognisable smear on the ground.
(Part 1)
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