#keisa what the fuck is this

[multibunmuses]

“They were... taken away?”

“That’s right Cyn. You don’t have to worry about them any more. Just focus on me~...”

“Ah... but... where were they taken to?”

“Why does it matter? They’re just people... they’re not like us.”

“ *** ...”

“Hmm?”

“You’re not her...”

“Huh?”

“YOU’RE NOT HER!!”

“Cyn!”

The Incubus grabbed the neck of the Succubus, lifting her up off of her feet and pinning her to the wall. Lavender wings spread open wide, lips curled into a snarl, spaded tail lashing back and forth.

“What are you doing!?”

“TELL ME WHERE THEY WERE TAKEN TO!”

The Succubus reached her hands up, to grab the other’s wrist. He tightened his grip, causing her to choke.

“TELL ME!”

“Why!? They are nothing! You’re a monster, and you always will be! Just like me, and just like every other blood-thirsty creature in this world!”

“That’s where you’re wrong.”

Cyn pulled her off of the wall, tossing her aside and watched as she stumbled a bit to keep her balance. She quickly put a hand to her neck, coughing as her gaze turned back to the Incubus.

“She taught me that I’m not just a monster...”

The Incubus’ hands clenched into tight fists.

“I’ve fucked up in life, but seeing you now? I realize now more than ever... I’m still a living being, just like the people. I might not be capable of ‘love’ in the romantic sense... but I am capable of loving others in a familial sense.”

The Succubus began glaring.

“I am still worthy of life, despite my misdoings... and my friends NEED ME.”

She then charged towards Cyn, claws out. The Incubus could only grab her wrists once she was within range, pulling and turning her, only to forcefully shove and slam her to the ground. He kept her pinned underneath himself, wings casting shadows over them as his tail flicked from side to side.

“You’re not her... I don’t know who you are, or how you managed to take her form... but I do know you’re not actually a Succubus. You know what I can do to you, don’t you?”

“You wouldn’t fucking dare...”

“You’re right... I wouldn’t... what I can do it make you regret fucking with my friends. Tell me where they are, and I may just let you keep your eyes.”

The Succubus swallowed thickly.

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Nico and Keisa sat in a cell together. Iron bars, cement walls, stale air wafting around them. The girl clenching and relaxing her hands, staring straight ahead at a spot on the wall across from them. Quiet. The Feline had his gaze on his paws, flexing them just enough for his claws to poke out through black fur.

There’s a creaking noise, drawing both of their attention. Footsteps clicking against the cobblestone floor, coming closer... closer.

A group appears in front of the bars, wearing cloaks and hiding their faces.

“Open it up, grab the girl.” one of them had said.

Panic settled into both of them. They had quickly gotten to their feet, Keisa taking a stance in front of Nico in an attempt at trying to protect him. Golden eyes narrowed.

The door is opened, and the moment it is Keisa is creating shadow claws from the ground. She manages to grab several of them, to keep them from coming into the cell, however; they had anticipated this.

A small holy trinket is tossed into the cell, a sudden flash of light, and the shadow claws dissipate. The flash disorientates the two in the cell, making it easier for the group to stalk on in. Keisa was grabbed and was being pulled towards the door, to which she did not struggle.

“Stop--” Nico could barely get his voice out there, staggering a few steps-- he reached his paw out. He can’t lose her too...

If only he had some sort of powers too... if only he wasn’t some tiny, weak little Feline...

He could do something to help.

Keisa made a soft noise, she too had reached for Nico’s paw... though they were too far apart.

CRACK

A snap of a whip, one of the cloaked figures coiling back and letting Keisa go.

CRACK

Another released her.

CRACK

The last one let her go, and they all began stepping back.

Incubus.

Another holy trinket was procured, just as it was tossed in Cyn’s direction he snapped his whip at it. With perfect precision, he snatched it out of thin air and yanked it closer, only to take hold of it and keep it in his hand.

“Unless you want to suffer the same fate as others by my hands, I suggest you back the fuck away from that cell.” The Incubus growled, now stalking closer to them. “You know what I can do... and I’m not afraid to do it.”

The closer he got, the further the group stepped back.

Cyn curled his whip back up, attaching it to his belt. Arms free, he was able to effortlessly scoop both Keisa and Nico into his arms. Neither one of them struggled against him, Nico actually curling closer and Keisa wrapped her arms around his neck.

Lavender eyes glared at the group as he left the cell.

“Are you going to attempt to stop me?”

The group did not respond, simply pressed themselves against the wall. The more space they put between them and the monster before them, the better.

“Good.”

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“I didn’t think you’d come back for us...” Nico whispered softly.

The sun had long since set. The moon shone brightly above them, not a single cloud in the sky. The wind was whipping past them as Cyn carried them through the skies. The Large Mire Wolves could be heard howling in the forest below them.

“Thank you...” the Feline continued, letting his eyes drift closed.

“I’m sorry...” Cyn apologized. A deep inhale. “I thought... that if I had her back in my life... that... everything would be okay again.”

“Cyn...”

“I haven’t been honest with you two... and I think it’s about time I was.”

“You gonna talk to us while you’re flying?”

“No... I think once we find a place to land and rest, and make sure you two are well fed, then we can talk.”

“No more bullshit ‘I don’t remember’ stuff, right?”

“Right... and if you hate me for--”

“Shut up! Cyn, what you did in the past is in the past! What matters now is--! Is!! Is that you’re our friend now, and...!! And... I’m happy to have you as a friend...”

“Nico...”

“And Keisa feels the same way!”

The girl was fast asleep in Cyn’s arm; however if she was awake she would readily agree... and they both knew that.

“Thank you...”

“Yeah yeah, whatever... you’re welcome...”

[hantuyangsepertiburung714]

I still don't know what is this hell of a badge shape

[multibunmuses]

Woke up again in the pouring rain, I feel the windows shake, thunder in my brain.

The shadow overtook him, bleeding into his skin and bones, his muscles and nerves. A wicked grin spread across his face, eyes once a soft lavender turn a murderous red. Wings extend to their full length, spade-tipped tail flicking back and forth.

Every thought is like a hurricane, Destroying everything but it leaves no trace.

Sharp teeth sink into the arm of a human, she screams. He knocks her over and dominates over her. The stench of blood fills his nose.

Four walls made of skin feeling paper thin. Don't know if they can take what they're holding in.

Her flesh is ripped from her bones, her voice is lost in the static of his ears. He can’t stop it, the shadow is controlling him. He stands above her, wiping his mouth of her blood... smudging it.

It's death-threat, déjà vu, out for blood again. It's out for blood again (it's out for blood again)

Sharp teeth sink into skin again. Into skin. Into fur. Into feather. Into scales. Into the people. The people, over and over and over and over--

I'm a cage, I'm a prison for what no one sees, Ashamed like I'm sleeping with the enemy.

Like a ghost watching his body commit these atrocities, having kept the monster down for so long-- only for it to emerge on it’s own and do as it pleases with HIS body.

No one believes me, but I'm six feet deep. It's a monster made of memories.

‘Stay safe’, she would always tell him. ‘Don’t let it out. Please stay alive.’

I COULDN’T KEEP IT IN...

It's alive, like a parasite inside of me, And it feeds off the trauma of what used to be.

‘RUN!’

‘GET OUT OF HERE!!’

‘DON’T LET IT OUT!!’

‘PLEASE STAY SAFE!!’

But there's no shred of evidence 'cause I don't bleed. From this monster made of memories.

‘You must have consent.’

‘You can’t seduce them.’

I TRIED I TRIED I TRIED I TRIED. I WAS SO HUNGRY I DIDN’T MEAN TO HURT ANYONE...

My darkest own made a creature, That feeds on the fear of everything I can't forget.

‘IT’S THAT INCUBUS!’

‘GET HIM BEFORE HE KILLS ANYONE ELSE!!’

‘MONSTER!’

‘MURDERER!!’

‘CYN, RUN!’

It walks beside me, gun against my head. So I look terrified 'til I've paid the debt.

‘It’s going to be okay...’

No it’s not!! He’s killing everyone in MY body!! I can’t stop it! It’s moving without me wanting it to! There’s so much BLOOD!! 

PLEASE!

Four walls made of skin, feeling paper thin. And I know they can't take what they're holding in. It's death-threat, déjà vu, out for blood again. It's out for blood again.

He feels the thick bile raising in the back of his throat. The disgusting feeling as it churns and twists, finally the black sludge passes his lips-- onto the ground at his feet. It reeks of blood and rotting flesh. Just like like last time... the putrid stench of it and the way it made his body ache and mind blur. 

I'm a cage, I'm a prison for what no one sees, Ashamed like I'm sleeping with the enemy.

‘She doesn’t talk...’

‘The people who sold her to me told me that...’

NO NO NO NO!! YOU KEEP AWAY FROM HER, DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER!!

And no one believes me, but I'm six feet deep. With a monster made of memories.

‘You don’t know a thing about what I’ve been through! Outcast because my fur is black! A ‘bad omen’ among the Felines! I don’t want to hear shit from you!!’

I’m a MONSTER... I’m not even one of the PEOPLE... but... your feelings are still valid. You were still hurt, I’ll still be here for you...

Up all night 'cause I can't sleep. With a monster made of memories.

“Come on Cyn, all of these years you’ve been alive, have you done nothing exciting?”

I have... but ‘exciting’ isn’t the word I would use...

Keeps me scared, so it can feed. It's a monster made of memories.

“I mean– what about sex, huh? I’ve seen the scars on your wings, so that means something had to have happened right??”

I COULDN’T TELL HER ‘NO’... 

Up all night 'cause we can't sleep. With a monster made of memories.

“You saved Keisa, what about that story?”

One good deed does not make me a good person... I am still a MONSTER...

Keeps us scared, so we won't speak. It's a monster made of memories.

“JUST SAY SOMETHING, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!”

I CAN’T I CAN’T I CAN’T I CAN’T I CAN’T ICAN’TICAN’TICAN’TICAN’TICAN’TICAN’T

I'm a cage, I'm a prison for what no one sees, Ashamed like I'm sleeping with the enemy. No one believes me, but I'm six feet deep. With a monster made of memories.

STOP KILLING THEM!! LEAVE THEM ALONE!! STOP HURTING THEM!! STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!!

It's alive, like a parasite inside of me, And it feeds of the trauma of what used to be. But there's no shred of evidence 'cause I don't bleed. From this monster made of memories.

Everything goes still. Like a wave everything comes crashing down. The Incubus is suddenly back in control of his body, dropping to his knees.

There is nothing around him. There’s no taste of blood in his mouth. Cloak had been discarded at some point, leaving only his backless crop-top and harem pants. His body is coated in sweat.

Up all night 'cause we can't sleep.

Cyn slowly raises his hands up, pressing the palms of them against his eyes. With a deep inhale, he rubs them.

With a monster made of memories.

His hands move from his eyes, and all the bodies that were littered before him were gone.

Like magic... like it had never happened.

Keeps us scared, so we won't speak.

“Cyn, are you okay...?” Nico tilted his head a bit, glancing down at the Incubus. “You just suddenly spaced out for a moment there... then dropped to your knees.”

It's a monster made of memories.

“Yeah, just felt light-headed for a moment...” Cyn responds, breathing out a heavy sigh and pushing himself back up to stand. “I’ll be alright... lets just keep going.”

[multibunmuses]

The sun was shining over the Wild Area, just outside of Hammerlocke. It was just one of those good days, where the weather was juuuuust right.

Raihan was out with his mum and dad, mum carrying little baby Keisa in her arms. The young child stood next to a large rock, peering out over the Dusty Bowl. Down below was a wicked sandstorm... hiding everything that was beneath it. Out of curiosity, Raihan draws closer to the edge. 

Closer...

And closer...

And closer still.

Those eyes flick down... to a bottom that cannot be seen through the sand as it wisps around. Raihan wanted to go down there... but that would require going the long way around, where his parents would never take him.. too dangerous.

But then suddenly... Raihan was falling... something.... something pushed him. 

HE WAS FALLING--

He could catch himself--

NO, HAVE TO HIDE--- CAN’T LET ANYONE KNOW--

Raihan hit the steep incline of the Dusty Bowl as he fell; the rocks, boulders, gravel, all of it biting and clawing at his skin as he plummeted.

Not once did he scream or cry as he fell... and it wasn’t until he finally hit the ground did tears come to his eyes. Raihan couldn’t move... couldn’t see... the sand whipping all around him caused his gashes to sting. 

A moment of silence... aside from the whirling of sand all around him...

.......

............................

“SCRRRREEEEEEEEE!!”

That’s a fucking BRAVIARY-- Raihan recognizes the call of the large bird Pokémon, and feels it RAKE it’s talons against his body. Somewhere... somewhere.... and honestly everything hurts far too much to tell where.

The Pokémon pecks at him-- bites him, claws him--

“FLLLYYYYYY!!”

A sudden explosion of energy, a beam of some kind coming from a Flygon-- to knock back the Braviary. The Dragon-type flies in from who knows where, smashing their body into the Flying-type. The Braviary gets the hint, and promptly flies off.

The Flygon turns to Raihan... and for a moment the young child is terrified he’s about to be attacked again.

Though... that doesn’t seem to be the case. The Flygon lands on the ground and waddles on over, lowering their head and booping their snoot against his head. “Flyyyyy....” A softer voice than before. “Flyyyyyyy...” 

“H-- hi...” Raihan greets with an equally soft, almost timid voice. He doesn’t move... can’t move... can barely even see the Pokemon mere inches from his face. The Flygon moves away, only to turn their body to the side and lower closer to the ground. 

What is it doing...?

Raihan didn’t know... it’s not like he could speak to Pokemon...

But what he does know is that he needs to get home... somehow...

Oh-- does the Flygon want him to climb on their back??

OW--

Raihan flinches as he feels something bite him-- turning his head and his teal eyes flick downwards. There’s a tiny little Trapinch, having decidedly chomped his fingers! While it kinda hurt... it felt more like... a pinch than anything. 

He tugs his hand back, to which the Trapinch let go. The little orange Pokemon waddled on closer, crawling up into his lap. And then numerous little Trapinch came out from-- Raihan doesn’t know! But here they are! Here they all come! So happy to have the little waddling babies!

The Flygon raises themself up, moving closer to Raihan and booping their snoot against his head once more. The young child giggled... reaching a hand up and lightly petting the Pokemon’s head and snoot. The Flygon then grabs Raihan, the child letting out a scream in fright.

Suddenly, he’s in the air. The Dragon-type is taking him up...

And up...

And up further...

Past the sandstorm, up back to Hammerlocke Hills, almost to the same place he once tumbled down... if only over by a few feet. Trapinch still in his arms, Raihan is sat down onto the ground. The Flygon gives him a smile... a happy, dragony toothy smile. They wave with their little paw, wings spread open wide... and the Flygon is leaving... back down into the sandstorm in the Dusty Bowl.

Raihan swallows the lump in his throat, glancing down at the Trapinch in his arms. The little Pokemon seemed excited... a cute little smile of their own. “H--hey...”

Does this mean he gets to keep this Trapinch...?

“Do... you want t’... stay? With me?” the child asked quietly, reaching up and petting the Trapinch’s head. Almost as if on cue, the Trapinch bit him once more-- the same ‘pinch’ like pain.

Raihan can’t help the little smile on his face, giggling. “Alright Pinches, we’re gonna go ‘nd tell mum ‘nd dad ‘bout ya~... we’re gonna try fer the Gym Challenge together... ‘nd we’re gonna win together~...”

“TRA-PINCH!”