This world is inhabited by creatures that we call pokemon. People and pokemon live together by supporting each other, but now the scourge threatens the safety of the entire region. Kohaku has become a dangerous place, where children stay at home and only brave souls go adventuring.
Welcome to KOHAKU. Come for the nightmares. Stay for the tea and crumpets.
The season is SUMMER. It is easy for survivors to forage for food from the land, as there are entire abandoned farms ready for harvest. On the downside, you can smell the corpses.
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the chansey sprang upon the large intestine as if it had been starved for weeks. it ate greedily and noisily.
by the end of the process, J was already frozen in place. he didn't even feel like moving. it felt like something had decidedly sliced him up before attempting to make something out of the crumpled remains.
when the worst of it tided over, he cursed soundlessly under his breath and laid his head on the table in silence.
J said nothing and continued to remain in the same position as before.
this sucked.
chansey looked up and started nibbling on another item it pulled off the table.
5iEQNpza <50 J's, >50 batin's
chansey wished to absorb as much as it could of its god into its own body. it will integrate J into its body and soul. one day it will stand above chansey as their leader. one day it will rule over them. it will be J's finest servant. the only one he will ever need. the one and only.
One incident of J having his organs devoured was funny. Twice was still funny, actually, but also the bit where Batin felt obligated to step in to maintain his alluring facade of "your friendly neighborhood hades agent". He liked to distinguish himself from the more obviously sociopathic ones.
"You're killing him," he told the chansey bluntly. vertigo
chansey gave many damns. about ninety of them, to be exact. it stopped chomping and walked over to J with a concerned expression on its face.
'i am trying to be one with you,' it said, deluded and feverish, 'my love for our lord and savior knows no boundaries!'
J figured that batin probably had a point when he said that the virus amplified the one defining trait that lorded over others within someone infected by it. clearly the chansey had its religious tendencies multiplied thousandfold.
even though chansey had stopped eating, the pain J experienced hadn't.
The duty of the spirit is a greater reward than the pleasures of the flesh. The chansey bounded out of the room happily, pamphlets singing J's praises already appearing in its egg pouch.
"yeah," J grunted, and for some reason, his damaged liver had started regenerating itself. it was almost done repairing itself, but his large intestine was probably a lost cause.
J groaned and said nothing else. he wished he had steel skin or something to avoid such a fate in the future, but sadly, all he had were bone claws and a healing factor. maybe he could invest in some skeletal augmentations at a later date.
Batin stared.
