“Hah. You actually showed up!” a weaselly voice abruptly sounded out from the trees.
PK’s eyes widened as Slasher himself dropped down before Shroomsworth, who didn’t seem confused in the slightest. This must have been a planned meeting. Was he working with that vile gang?!
A few more Sneasels dropped down behind Slasher. His bodyguards, of course. He never went anywhere without at least a few. “You make good on our deal, or do things have to get ugly?”
The gentlemanly Breloom sighed, holding out the documents he had been carrying all this time. “Here,” he said with obvious venom in his voice, “a copy of the resignation papers I will present tomorrow. I hope you choke on them.”“Resignation..?!”
PK couldn’t believe what she’d heard. Why would he quit?! After all they’d been through? She almost revealed herself right then and there just to break the meeting up, but as they continued talking, the real picture became clear.
Slasher accepted the papers into his claws. It was dark, but Weaviles and Sneasels could see clearly in the forest at any time of day. It’s part of why they hang out there, after all. A grin came over his face as he gazed down at it. “Yes... perfect. You’ll never work in this village again, one way or another. We sure will, though.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Shroomsworth asked the Weavile angrily. “The deal was simply that I would relinquish my position if you do not reveal her whereabouts to Merlot.”
One of the Sneasels laughed heartily as Slasher held up the resignation letter he was handed. “That Kecleon’s getting this notice no matter what you think now, hand-signed by you.” He chuckled as he turned about, beginning to walk away, “Oh, and we’re telling Merlot anyway. With you and that stupid dog gone, we can raid the coffers and be rich!”
Fourth excerpt from
's story. This one took 40 mins, just like the others! I'm kinda happy about that.
Stupid Slasher, calling Sandy a dog.