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8/11/2025, 3:32:32 AM
Previous thread's Lucario story: https://pastebin.com/dNfCG4se

Please join in and offer suggestions and ideas for story beats, characters, slice of life scenarios, etc. I'll write another snippet to continue tomorrow.

>You had never been in a real fight.
>Sure, a few scraps as a kid.
>Insults, pushes, angry glares that felt world-ending back when school was the entire world.
>The fast heartbeat, bristled hairs, and sweaty palms…
>The world narrowing to just you and the mean kid…
>Nothing compared to this.
>You wished you thought about that before jumping.
>You landed gracefully on all fours, unnoticed.
>The trio continued their metallic meal.
>Aggron towered over everything nearby like a steel fortress.
>She ripped and sheared a truck apart with claws that tore metal like paper.
>You did not want to get close.
>You edged forward, paws raised in a non-threatening gesture.
>To draw her attention, and hoping not to startle her, you let your aura pulse gently.
>A soft blue glow enveloped your palms and faded away.
>Three pairs of blue eyes focused on you.
>Two were wide and petrified.
>One was furious.
>Aggron lumbered forward, putting her massive frame between you and her children.
>You did not want this to come to blows.
“Look, hey…”
>Her growl rumbled like thunder, even this far away.
“I don’t want to fight, okay? See?”
>You raised your paws higher.
>Aggron scowled and swiped her heavy arm in a wide arc.
>An oddly human gesture.
>Like shooing a fly away.
>The universal sign for “get out of here.”
>That raised your hopes.
>Maybe she couldn’t talk, but perhaps she wasn’t completely feral.
“You have to move, alright?”
>She roared loud enough to make you wince.
>”No. You move.” Was your interpretation.