PK sighed, stepping out from behind her stall and approaching the cowering Sneasel, who only cowered further, as though he could just curl up and disappear if he wanted it enough. “Jeez... just tell me what you want, alright? It had better be good.”
The Sneasel peeked up at PK through one of his claws. “I... th-they came here... I did too. And...” His voice sounded not only timid, but young. How odd.
PK’s impatience was beginning to show as she tapped her foot. “Spit it out!”
Intimidated, the young Sneasel shook somewhat. “He made me... distract you! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!!” He began to sob mid-sentence, crouched upon the ground.“Distract me..? … No!”
PK immediately dashed past the crying Sneasel into the HQ as fast as her legs could possibly carry her, zooming past several Merchant teams who were trying to warm up and relax. They were allowed to use the HQ lobby and public quarters for such things, after all.
“Madam?!” Shroomsworth turned his head with surprise as PK ran right past him, almost startling him enough to make him ruin the piles of neatly-sorted Pokedollars he had put together. He had taken it upon himself to do all of the counting he was responsible for the previous day. However, something seemed urgent, prompting him to stand and quickly hurry behind PK.
The two Pokemon approached the door to PK’s quarters, which PK herself threw open as quickly as she could.
No one was there. The only window in the room was neatly cut open, as if by precise movements by a razor-sharp claw. They must have hardly made a sound as they broke in.
“Sandy..!” PK began looking all over her room in disbelief. Surely she had fought back! Maybe she hid somewhere! “If Merlot took you back, I’ll beat her stupid face in!”
It was a sad sight, indeed. Shroomsworth moved to comfort PK in her loss, when he felt an odd tugging on his tail, turning about to see a green-scarfed Sneasel with a bruised, tear-stained face.
“They’re not takin’ her to Merlot. They’re takin’ her to the top of a waterfall in the forest.”
Shroomsworth leaned his head in close, staring him down. The Sneasel seemed quite quick to rat out his fellow gang members, which aroused all sorts of suspicions.
“Why are you telling me this, hm? A trap, perhaps? You ruffians are certainly not above that, eh wot?” Shroomsworth kept his eye on the Sneasel. He didn’t even seem to be insulted by what was said to him, like others in the gang likely would have been. Rather, he seemed intimidated. Curious.
Fifth excerpt from Ch.2 of
's story Resignation.