[ Holy shit. And Bigby thought he had problems. He is, at least, mildly amused at hearing his own impersonation done that well. But otherwise, what the fuck, Flowey. ]
You finished? Need another go at it to feel better? [ He pulls out a seed from his pocket, not to eat, but to hold in between his fingers like a cigarette. A force of habit for these types of conversations. ] Look, I'm not going to kill you, and neither is your guild. If what we did back home mattered here, pretty sure most of us would be in some deep shit. Me included. [ A shrug. New worlds. Second chances. He's been through it enough as it is. ]
Seems like you're beating yourself up enough anyway. Not much more I can do there.
[He doubles over, exhausted. What was that? What the hell does he care? Ugh, he wishes he could still reset.] Fine. Just go back to hunting and leave me here to die. Or until Firepaw decides to finally come kill me.
[ This kid (?) is going through it, and Bigby is still not a registered therapy dog. He rubs the back of his head, tempted by Flowey's suggestion but unable to just walk away. Dragging him back to town seems like the easiest way to deal with this, but that thought immediately gets tossed aside. ] Firepaw? Are you serious?
[ He could not scoff any louder. That's who this seed is crying about? The fucking hold this cat has on people. ] Well, shit, maybe I should eat you. Save you the embarrassment of dying to a fucking housecat. [ He leans in to look the slumped Sunkern in the face. Pitiable, to be honest. No way this kid killed anyone. ]
Alright, stand straight so I can rip your face off.
'no way this kid killed anyone' is sending me LMAO
[He almost says something about how Fire beats Grass, but it's never been about the type matchup. Firepaw (thought he) was his friend, and now it's ruined. If he had any morality, he would let Bigby tear his face off.
Instead, he bursts into laughter.]
Boy, he would be ticked off if he heard you say that. [This time, he does an impression of Firepaw.] "I'm not a housecat! I ran away so I'm not a pet anymore! I eat mice and stuff!" Wowwww, congratulations, you graduated from crapping in a box to crapping on the ground. Hee hee.
[ He pulls back, arms folded. Flowey's laughter is infectious, enough that even Bigby can't help the cheeky smile growing on his face. ]
As if I need to say anything to piss him off. I'm living proof he can't hunt for shit. [ It's bordering on petty, he more than knows that, but there's something relieving about just saying fuck it. ] Some advice? Make that impression irritating enough to give me a headache next time, and I'd say you nailed it.
So what's your beef with him? Sounds like he tried to eat you and realized you're not one of the 'acceptable Pokemon' that he's allowed to kill with no guilt? I bet you gave him a nasty surprise. Hee hee.
[Even as he mocks Firepaw, his voice is tinged with sadness. He knows he shouldn't be talking so much crap, and he wouldn't if they weren't fighting right now. But he's mad, and all he's good at is insulting people.]
[ Bigby's finally biting at that seed in his paw. What is his beef, really? It's not like he can't just roll with the punches when things accidentally go sideways.
No, this is a little more primal than that. ] Would've been nastier if that overgrown bird didn't get in the middle of it. [ Sounds like someone else Flowey might know. He clicks his tongue. ] So, yeah. He tried to eat me and somehow made that my fault. Hard not to have a problem with that fucking attitude of his. [ Not the full of it, but it doesn't matter. Instead, his head tilts at Flowey, curious. ]
But bit of a different story with you, isn't it? You really expecting him to come hunt you now?
Of his own accord? No. He'd probably forgive me if I went and said sorry. [That's the worst part of all this.] But if he ratted to the guild... they'd send someone. Maybe even him. [He is a Fire type, after all.]
... It started when I first wound up in this crappy place. I was half-dead and lost in the fog. He saved me. I owed him for that, even if he is an idiot.
[ Bigby makes a bit of a face at first. Kids, he thinks. Even if Firepaw is a special case being a cat, he still sounds young — they both do. Not that he has any right to hold that against Flowey when he's the one snickering at him calling the Litten an idiot. At least he knows to hide that behind a paw for now. ]
You think he'd hunt you down after saving you? Wow. He's even worse than I thought. [ His words are practically dripping with sarcasm; he clearly doesn't believe Flowey's fears are coming to fruition any time soon. ] Sounds to me like you already know what you have to do.
Rat on him first? With what? It's pretty clear you think of him as an upstanding citizen, and he's Ribombee's favorite. [He only sounds a little bitter about this.]
... You don't mean for killing Pokemon, do you? Nobody cares. Or are you suggesting I frame him?
[ That gets an eyebrow raise. ] ... I do? Don't remember saying that in between the whole "he tried to eat me and made that my problem" schtick, but sure, yeah. Everybody loves a housecat.
[ The joke didn't land, and that's fine. He's dialing it back again instead. ] Clearly I wasn't being serious. You already said what you need to do. Unless you're scared saying sorry won't actually work?
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You finished? Need another go at it to feel better? [ He pulls out a seed from his pocket, not to eat, but to hold in between his fingers like a cigarette. A force of habit for these types of conversations. ] Look, I'm not going to kill you, and neither is your guild. If what we did back home mattered here, pretty sure most of us would be in some deep shit. Me included. [ A shrug. New worlds. Second chances. He's been through it enough as it is. ]
Seems like you're beating yourself up enough anyway. Not much more I can do there.
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[ He could not scoff any louder. That's who this seed is crying about? The fucking hold this cat has on people. ] Well, shit, maybe I should eat you. Save you the embarrassment of dying to a fucking housecat. [ He leans in to look the slumped Sunkern in the face. Pitiable, to be honest. No way this kid killed anyone. ]
Alright, stand straight so I can rip your face off.
'no way this kid killed anyone' is sending me LMAO
Instead, he bursts into laughter.]
Boy, he would be ticked off if he heard you say that. [This time, he does an impression of Firepaw.] "I'm not a housecat! I ran away so I'm not a pet anymore! I eat mice and stuff!" Wowwww, congratulations, you graduated from crapping in a box to crapping on the ground. Hee hee.
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As if I need to say anything to piss him off. I'm living proof he can't hunt for shit. [ It's bordering on petty, he more than knows that, but there's something relieving about just saying fuck it. ] Some advice? Make that impression irritating enough to give me a headache next time, and I'd say you nailed it.
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[Even as he mocks Firepaw, his voice is tinged with sadness. He knows he shouldn't be talking so much crap, and he wouldn't if they weren't fighting right now. But he's mad, and all he's good at is insulting people.]
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No, this is a little more primal than that. ] Would've been nastier if that overgrown bird didn't get in the middle of it. [ Sounds like someone else Flowey might know. He clicks his tongue. ] So, yeah. He tried to eat me and somehow made that my fault. Hard not to have a problem with that fucking attitude of his. [ Not the full of it, but it doesn't matter. Instead, his head tilts at Flowey, curious. ]
But bit of a different story with you, isn't it? You really expecting him to come hunt you now?
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... It started when I first wound up in this crappy place. I was half-dead and lost in the fog. He saved me. I owed him for that, even if he is an idiot.
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You think he'd hunt you down after saving you? Wow. He's even worse than I thought. [ His words are practically dripping with sarcasm; he clearly doesn't believe Flowey's fears are coming to fruition any time soon. ] Sounds to me like you already know what you have to do.
[ He folds his arms, nodding. ] Rat on him first.
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... You don't mean for killing Pokemon, do you? Nobody cares. Or are you suggesting I frame him?
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[ The joke didn't land, and that's fine. He's dialing it back again instead. ] Clearly I wasn't being serious. You already said what you need to do. Unless you're scared saying sorry won't actually work?