The air on the high rocky ridge was growing thin and thick with suffocating soot, making every breath feel like inhaling broken glass. Emily collapsed against the jagged stone wall, her chest heaving as she desperately clutched Angel's limp form against her torso. The pink flash of the psychic warp had successfully yanked them out of the jaws of the beast down below, but the danger had only shifted from an immediate execution to a brutal, clock-ticking medical crisis.
"Kadabra, don't move an inch! Sit down and condense your energy right now," Emily gasped, her voice cracking as she unbuckled her field pack with trembling, blood-stained fingers.
She looked down at the pale girl in her lap, and her heart sank. The cut across Angel's neck was a thin, dark crimson line, but it was actively leaking, staining her pristine white clothes into a horrific shroud. Worse, the billowing black smoke from the inferno below was rising rapidly, choking the narrow ridge and draining the available oxygen by the second. Even if the girl didn't bleed to death, she was on the verge of suffocating to death in the dirt. Emily frantically pulled out a roll of heavy combat gauze and a chemical coagulant spray, pressing her palms firmly against the wound to staunch the flow.
Because Kadabra had just carried a massive, double human payload through a vertical psychic warp, his mental core was completely drained. He couldn't just blink them straight out of the mountain to the safety of the Team Rocket base in Pewter City. He sat cross-legged on the stone, his eyes tightly shut as he fought to rebuild his reservoir from scratch. It was going to be a long, agonizing relay race—requiring multiple blind stops, short blinks, and exhausting pauses along the dangerous, cavernous transit routes.
While applying heavy pressure to the bleeding throat, Emily's knee nudged Angel's pocket, catching the edge of a plastic card. Shaking, Emily reached down and pulled out the identification. Her eyes scanned the data, and her analytical mind instantly short-circuited.
Angel. 18 years old. Occupation: None.
"No occupation... she's a civilian?" Emily muttered under her breath, staring in pure disbelief at the card.
The data made absolutely zero sense. The data made absolutely zero sense. Angel wasn't a registered League trainer, a professional breeder, a licensed nurse, or a syndicate operator. Under stringent League regulations, common civilians were strictly barred from possessing highly volatile, toxic Poison-type Pokémon. But the legal technicality wasn't what truly terrified her. A creeping sense of dread slithered up her spine as she stared at the card, the weight of the realization making her breath catch in her throat.
"That's impossible," Emily whispered to herself, her hands shaking violently against the bloodied gauze as her mind raced, a cold sweat breaking out across her forehead. "A regular civilian girl doesn't just step onto a blood-stained path and casually execute an elite trainer like Noella in a 1v3 gauntlet battle. I didn't even feel confident I could beat Noella on equal ground. Noella had badges, money, and rare, powerful Pokémon. Yet this girl completely dismantled her using a single, unevolved Koffing. How?"
This Poopie... he was never her Pokémon. A civilian couldn't train a monster like that. He was either a gift from Odin... or worse, that dual-headed demon down there is Odin's personal Pokémon.
Emily looked over the edge of the ridge, down into the roaring inferno where the newly evolved demon was systematically tearing the paths apart. Her eyes widened with a sudden, bone-chilling anticipation as the pieces of the puzzle began to violently snap together in her head.
"Just look at that Weezing below," Emily continued, her voice dropping to a terrified, trembling whisper. "Koffing lines are notoriously toxic, aggressive, and feral. Not even our top Team Rocket grunts or veteran officers can get a domesticated bond this deep with a floating cloud of gas. They usually require heavy iron cages and gas masks just to transport. This thing doesn't just obey her—it's committing a genocide because it thinks she's dead.. It has an unbroken, deep soul-bond with a civilian. This Pokémon was never hers. A regular civilian could never train an apex predator like that from scratch. It was either a meticulously trained gift from Odin to serve as an absolute shield to keep his girl safe... or worse.."
Emily swallowed hard, a heavy lump forming in her throat as a wave of pure psychological horror washed over her.
"Or worse... this monster belongs entirely to Odin himself, left behind to kill anything that breathes near her... She was just holding onto it."
Down in the crater below, Weezing was left standing alone in the center of the roaring furnace, his eyes turning completely bloodshot as he realized his Angel had been violently snatched away right from under his nose. Rage completely overrode his baseline logic. He turned his attention back to the trainers and their Pokémon's
ROOOAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR!
He let out a deafening, primeval howling roar that put every single previous shriek to shame—a horrific, primeval manifestation of malice that instantly installed an inescapable primal fear straight into the core of everyone on the battlefield, paralyzing the trainers and their Pokémon in their tracks.
Before they could even snap out of their total panic to coordinate a defense, Weezing immediately followed up by detonating a catastrophic Heat Wave straight from his skin pores.
The blast hit with absolute, crushing velocity. The searing wall of orange fire swept across the lane, catching the level 34 Steelix and the level 32 Scyther dead-center in the explosion. The extreme fire damage instantly melted the heavy metallic plating clean off Steelix's massive body, while the intense heat turned Scyther's delicate wings into instant ash. Both powerhouses collapsed onto the cracked stones before they could even let out a gurgle, completely down for the count.
With Jynx, Scyther, and Steelix officially down for the count, the team was suddenly crippled. The remaining six survivors were left in horrific shape. Heracross was badly injured, his blue carapace cracked and blackened; Piloswine was severely burned and damaged; Lickitung was injured but stable; while Electabuzz and Primeape were injured but in the best condition compared to their teammates; and Magmar stood in the top condition, the absolute best so far.
Terrified for their lives, the bystander trainers snapped out of their shock and immediately commanded the remaining six Pokémon to launch their ultimate, maximum-output combined strike to save their skin.
"Fire Blast!" "Thunder!" "Close Combat!" "Ice Beam!" "Hyper Beam!"
The cavern walls groaned as the collective elemental nuke detonated dead-center against Weezing's body. Magmar used Fire Blast, Electabuzz used thunder, Heracross used close combat, Piloswine used ice beam, Lickitung used Hyper beam, and Primeape also used Close combat. The resulting explosion was catastrophic, ripping up the bedrock and filling the entire crossroads with a blinding cloud of stone dust and sulfur.
What happened next was too sad to detail. When the smoke microfilm finally parted, the sight was agonizing. Our boy Poopie was down in the dirt, bleeding profusely, his purple skin riddled with horrific, smoking holes as his breath caught in wet, dying gasps. The only reason his structure hadn't fainted or died on the spot came down to his hard system metrics: his pre-stacked triple Stockpile defense, his Diamond-Potential tier, his perfect 31 IVs in Defense, Special Defense, and HP, and his massive statutory level advantage. His tough, hard skin had barely held his internal organs together.
Weezing's vision was going dark, his consciousness slipping away as the bystander trainers began openly cheering, crying out in celebration that the demon was finally dead. The entire crowd of hikers, travelers, and bypassers immediately went wild. They were screaming, high-fiving, hugging each other, and laughing in sheer, ecstatic relief.
"We did it! We're fucking rich!" one trainer shouted, his face covered in sweat as he threw his fists in the air. "The League bounty on a monster this strong is going to set us up for life! We're going to be swimming in cash!"
"Thank god... that monster is down," a hiker wept, collapsing to his knees in the ash. "It's finally safe."
Amidst the ecstatic roaring and greed-fueled chatter, a few older, seasoned hikers stared down into the smoking crater with deep confusion, their expressions tight. The math simply didn't add up.
"Wait a second..." one veteran traveler muttered, his eyes narrowing as he analyzed the charred battlefield. "What the hell was a Weezing even doing in the middle levels of Mount Moon in the first place? They don't naturally spawn or live in these cavern ecosystems. And why did it go completely berserk out of nowhere? There's something seriously wrong here... there's more to this than meets the eye."
Up on the high ridge, Emily heard the deafening, celebratory cheers echoing sharply through the mountain. She let out a ragged, shaky breath, her hands still completely covered in dark blood as she held the gauze tightly against Angel's neck. For a split second, her calculated intellect felt a strange, conflicting knot tighten in her chest. She wasn't entirely sure if she was feeling happy or sad. She was relieved the tactical monster was dead, meaning the immediate threat to her survival was gone—but looking down at the unmoving purple sphere, a profound wave of sadness washed over her.
She knew that in the end, Weezing wasn't an inherently evil entity. He was just fiercely, unconditionally loyal. The civilian ID card in her pocket proved he wasn't even Angel's Pokémon; he belonged entirely to Odin. That meant two terrifying, heartbreaking things: first, this Weezing dearly, deeply loved Angel as his own goddess. Second, he had likely been given an absolute, ironclad order from Odin to protect her with his life.
And he had failed. His master was missing in the deep dark below, the girl he was sworn to shield had her throat slit right in front of his face, and then Emily had teleported down and violently snatched her away right in front of his very eyes. The creature was having the absolute worst day imaginable. His entire world had been systematically atomized in a matter of seconds. And as the old saying in the underworld went—all it takes is just one bad day to turn anyone into a monster.
Suddenly, the deafening cheers of the crowd below were violently cut off, dying instantly like a choked throat.
A horrific, wet, grinding rattle began echoing straight from the dirt path. Bloodied, bruised, with thick rivers of dark gore pouring from the gaping holes in his body, the monster slowly, mechanically began to float back up into the air. His vacant white eyes had turned completely bloodshot, thick red veins bulging across his lenses with raw, undying malice. Pieces of his shredded purple hide literally hung off his frame, flapping in the heat. He didn't look like a living creature anymore; he looked exactly like a reanimated, undead zombie rising from a fresh grave.
The bystander trainers' jaws dropped, their faces instantly turning ashen as pure terror paralyzed their limbs. Pokégears slipped out of shaking fingers, shattering uselessly on the stone floor.
"No... no way!" a trainer shrieked, his voice cracking in sheer horror. "That was a combined ultimate strike! He took six maximum-tier attacks head-on! How the fuck is he still floating?!"
"He's an undead... he's a fucking zombie! Run!" another screamed, backing away in blind panic.
Right in front of their screaming, paralyzed faces, Weezing activated Swallow.
The remaining triple Stockpile charges stored deep within his gas chambers violently imploded. The raw energy surged through his cellular matrix, rapidly and horrifyingly healing his body back to a flawless 100% right before their eyes. The smoking holes instantly patched up, the shredded flesh fused back together, and the internal chemical pressure completely reset. Fully restored to his absolute peak, Weezing opened both of his wide, drooling mouths and let out another deafening, primeval howling roar that shattered their remaining sanity.
ROOOAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR!!!!!!
Without offering the terrified trainers a single second to gather their wits or find their bearings, Weezing instantly followed up with a secondary Heat Wave from his pores, the searing, super-heated air burning the heavily injured Heracross and Piloswine to actual death in the dirt.
Before the smoke could even clear, his main head fired a high-velocity Flamethrower that scorched Electabuzz, instantly inflicting a burning status condition that cut the creature's physical attack attribute directly in half. Simultaneously, his secondary head slammed open its jaws, throwing a devastating Sludge Bomb straight at Primeape's chest. Because Primeape had just executed Close Combat, his defensive and special defensive attributes had been dropped by a full stage. The corrosive acid hit like a freight train, knocking him to his knees and instantly inflicting the poisoned status condition.
The imminent poison damage tick would execute the ape before he could even swing his fists again; only a few seconds remained before the first tick of poison damage would hit him, and that tick alone was enough to end him. Electabuzz was burned, his attack cut in half. Lickitung was heavily injured but still in the game from that heat wave, while Magmar stood as the sole survivor in top condition, his flames flickering weakly against the absolute pressure of the demon.
The high rocky ridge offered zero safety from the stench of death. Emily kept her hands slammed flat against Angel's neck, the chemical coagulant hissed as it mixed with the dark blood, but her eyes never left the edge of the drop. She was hyper-ventilating now, the thin cave air burning her lungs, but her calculated mind was entirely paralyzed by the sheer survival mathematics of the scene unfolding down in the crater.
"He's a monster... if not a monster, then what the fuck is he?" she whispered, her voice getting instantly swallowed by the rising sulfur.
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Down in the blood-slicked pit, the final remnants of the vanguard team stood in a broken semi-circle. The air was dead. The cheering of the trainers had died the exact second Weezing floated back into the air, his wounds closing as the final trace of his internal energy reset his body back to a flawless baseline. But the trade-off was immediate. By executing that desperate, full-heal cycle, the floating titan had completely consumed his three stored defenses. His purple skin shrank back to its normal, bloated dimensions, the hardened hide dissolving back into soft cellular layers. He was completely bare, stripped of his massive defensive modifiers, and his vents leaked a low, wet hiss of black ash.
But against the few exhausted, broken survivors standing in the smoke, he didn't need to harden his hide. His raw, genetic potential and his massive level advantage meant he could absorb their final, desperate strikes without offering a single second of slack.
"Don't panic! He's bare! He used up his defense!" the Electabuzz's trainer screamed, his eyes bloodshot and wide with a frantic, animalistic terror as he stepped forward into the ash. "Electabuzz, use Thunderbolt! Fry that freak of a Weezing right now!"
"Magmar, Flamethrower! Keep the pressure on him!" another yelled, his teeth clattering as he unclipped his Pokégears to record the final, desperate struggle.
"Primeape, one last Close Combat!" the third trainer wept, his voice cracking into a ragged, guttural sob as he gestured wildly toward the center of the lane. "Make it count, buddy! Just know you did well! Kill him!"
"Lickitung, stay back!" the final commander bellowed, his boots sliding in the loose gravel. "Wait for the right timing and unleash another Hyper Beam! Blast him from behind!"
The chaotic coordination exploded across the stone path simultaneously. Electabuzz's skin crackled with blinding yellow current, launching a high-velocity jagged bolt straight through the black void. But Weezing's body didn't even flinch; his innate levitating traits allowed him to smoothly slide an inch to the left, the lightning arc missing his skin entirely and detonating against the cave wall in a shower of sparks. Before his main face could even align, Magmar's continuous vortex of orange fire slammed directly into his lower flank, the incandescent heat blistering his pores.
Weezing didn't let out a single shriek. The fire washed over him, his skin got slightly burned, but he simply absorbed the heat as he focused both of his bloodshot eyes onto the running form of Primeape.
The ape was sprinting blindly across the cracked stones, his fists clenched tight as his internal battle energy surged to execute one final, bone-crushing assault. But his clock had already run out of time. Mid-stride, right as his boots left the dirt for a lunging leap, the precise poison damage tick slammed into his system like a physical hammer. Primeape's eyes rolled back into a dead, milky state. His legs buckled completely, his massive bulk crashing hard onto the stone path, sliding fruitlessly through the ash as his life force expired before his fists could even connect with the target.
"Primeape! No! Get up! Please get up!" his trainer shrieked, dropping to his knees and tearing at his own hair as his favorite partner died in the dirt.
Weezing's secondary head didn't offer them a single second to process the fatality. With his jaws already wide, he instantly switched his target to the firing Magmar, launching a devastating, high-velocity Sludge Bomb straight from his vent.
BOOM!
The heavy, corrosive sphere of concentrated violet acid slammed dead-center into Magmar's chest, the impact breaking his ribs with a sickening, wet crunch. The toxic slime immediately began sizzling against his fiery scales, melting through his defense parameters as he staggered backward, screaming in agonizing pain.
"Lickitung, fire now! Blast him!"
From the deep shadows behind, Lickitung's jaw unhinged, unleashing a massive, blinding white beam of absolute destruction. The heavy Hyper Beam detonated violently against Weezing's back, the concussive force ripping through his skin and launching his massive, floating body forward across the lane like a bullet fired from a gun.
But the trainers' desperate strategy backfired with horrific consequences. Instead of shattering his body, the extreme forward momentum rocketed Weezing straight toward the terrified body of Electabuzz. The yellow beast froze, his eyes widening in a state of pure, paralyzing horror as he saw the bloodshot, angry monster flying directly at his face like a high-velocity locomotive.
Electabuzz stared up into Weezing's eyes, cursing his own luck. His own Thunderbolt had missed, and now his own ally's heavy beam had just launched the reaper straight into his immediate space.
Weezing stared down at him with thick red veins bulging across his eyes, his jaw dripping with a mixture of dark blood and toxic froth. He was going to systematically kill every single one of these bugs to vent his frustration. To Electabuzz's absolute demise, Weezing came crashing down from the air with the full, crushing mass of a Full Power Body Slam. He was playing a literal, gory game of Whack-a-mole—and the first mole under his weight was Electabuzz.
WHOMP! BAM!
The impact was catastrophic. Electabuzz didn't even have time to let out a gurgle before his entire body was completely flattened into the stones under Weezing's immense mass. The physical compression caused his body to literally rupture; dark blood splattered violently across the lane, chunks of yellow flesh and severed meat pieces flying outward and scattering around the cracked cave walls in a gruesome rain of gore.
"NOOOOO!!! ELECBUZZ! MY BABY!" his trainer screamed, falling face-first into the dirt, vomiting from the sheer, unadulterated horror of the execution.
WHOOSH!
Magmar, driven by a blind panic to defend his weeping master, unleashed a final, desperate Fire Blast that slammed violently into Weezing's side. But Weezing's feral intelligence was actively adapting to the terrain. He was figuring out this new way of fighting—realizing he could use the concussive blast force of the opponents' own heavy moves to launch his floating body across the lane like a pinball.
Instead of fighting the explosion, Weezing rode the concussive wave of the Fire Blast, using the force to shoot his massive body directly at Lickitung's position, immediately getting his next Body Slam ready in mid-air.
CRUNCH-SMASH!
Another mole down from his Whack-a-mole game. Weezing body-slammed Lickitung, and the pink beast literally exploded under his weight, turning into a wet, jagged spray of shredded muscle and white bone fragments. The gore looked even more gruesome, bloody, and torturous than Electabuzz's death scene, turning the entire crossroads into an absolute, cooking slaughterhouse.
Now, the field was completely dead, save for Magmar and Weezing.
Weezing charged at Magmar like a blood-crazed bull. Bloodshot eyes, pure rage, blind anger, total madness, and fury—these are what Magmar saw when Weezing charged at him.
His trainer panicked and began shouting moves. Ultimately, Magmar used Flamethrower. But what happened next scared the living shit out of both Magmar and his trainer.
Weezing was charging through that Flamethrower, as if it didn't even affect his tough skin at all. Weezing ran and charged straight through the center of that continuous Flamethrower straight at Magmar, and used Take Down on Magmar, severely injuring him and breaking his torso. Then Weezing used Body Slam, and Body Slam, and Body Slam, over and over and over and over again, smiting him into pure meat paste until the screaming stopped completely.
The trained Pokémon team was officially dead. The silence that followed was heavy, suffocating, and terrifying.
Weezing floated in the center of the graveyard, his vents hissing black smoke as his bloodshot white eyes slowly, mechanically turned away from the carcasses. He locked his gaze straight onto the cowering, defenseless trainers who had owned the Jynx, Steelix, Primeape, Electabuzz, Magmar, Piloswine, Scyther, Heracross, and Lickitung. They had no weapons left. They had no shields.
Weezing deeply inhaled the methane-heavy air, executing a fresh Stockpile cycle first to trigger his defensive skin modification. Then, he systematically began killing each and every single last one of them with animalistic ferocity. What happened was pure chaos and death. Occasionally, he would pause over a broken body, opening both mouths to execute a secondary Stockpile cycle in between the executions, until he had a 3x stockpile again and his purple skin had swelled back to its full thickness and his hide had grown hard and tough once more. With no Pokémon anymore, he began slaughtering all the people—hikers, trainers, civilians, and travelers.
Up on the rocky ridge, Emily watched every single second of the total disaster unfold through her own eyes. People were running away, screaming in absolute panic, being slaughtered left and right. Her hands were dripping with Angel's blood, her knees shaking so hard they knocked against the stones. Her mind was running the numbers, and the calculation was terrifying.
"This isn't a standard incident anymore," her mind screamed through the panic. "He just slaughtered a full vanguard of registered trainers and killed dozens of civilians in cold blood. This is going to trigger an immediate, Red Alert in the League Bounty System."
She knew the protocol for a Red Alert. The League would not send common rookies or standard mercenaries anymore. They were going to massively increase the reward, and raise the difficulty level of this bounty hunt for Weezing. Meaning... the next batch that will come are all high level elite trainers, with plenty of badges. Worse case scenario... a Gym Leader personally shows up. In this sector, Brock or Misty are the closest... but Mount Moon falls under the security jurisdiction of Pewter City, meaning Brock would likely be the one to personally step onto the field with his high-tier rock Pokémons
Suddenly, as Emily's eyes stayed locked onto the floating titan below, Weezing's body went completely rigid in the center of the bloody crossroads.
As if by some instinct, Weezing felt the exact weight of her eyes stare at him through the smoke. He mechanically twisted his swollen body around, locking his bloodshot, veined white eyes directly onto the high rocky ridge where she was crouched. Weezing locked eyes with her through the black haze, and Emily saw this and immediately felt terror and panicked. Pure terror gripped her throat, and she let out a frantic scream at her Pokémon.
"We overstayed our welcome! Let's get the fuck out of here! Teleport lets go! NOW!"
Kadabra's eyes snapped open, his spoon crackling with a sudden, violent influx of pink psychic energy as he locked onto her panic. He didn't wait for a secondary count. The final thing Emily heard before successfully being teleported away with Angel, Murkrow, Kadabra, and herself was the deep, low, rumbling sound indicating the third wave was coming for Weezing, and the deafening roar of Weezing as he laid his eyes on her and lost his target once again.