Sike Saner
Peace to the Mountain
“Listen, I-I know it sounds weird, but parts from mon of all types are needed to create a body for -- for Arceus, Lord Arceus, so He can descend into our realm and save us from the calamity that threatens our world!”
“Body? What, you mean that hodgepodge of rot over there? That's not how bodies work!”
Mill defensively extends his hand to his creation. “Well, n-not for mortals, and I know it doesn't l-look like much right now, but Arceus will fix its faults. He will make it… full! Like its name says… Type-Full.”
Well then. That's, uh, certainly one way to make a null, isn't it. A horribly smelly and probably COMPLETELY nonviable way, but Mill was sort of the right track in the aesthetic sense, I guess?
A white-hot flame erupts from the typhlosion's snout, cloaking the berry in her paw. Her arm flings the burning lump across the room in a great, blazing arc, right onto the Type-Full.
As if it didn't smell amazing enough already!
“Yeah, kid, you should listen to your mom,” the scolipede says. “I mean… I also said your mom was a bad mom when you were lost, but --”
“I’m sorry, what?” Catai interrupts.
does a snorty little laugh
“Alright, then it's settled,” says Catai and stands up. “We'll go to Heatmor Harald's Bakery and get some treats!”
“Yay!” Sisi bounces off her bed and skitters out the room, followed by Catai telling her to slow down.
Pletora exits the room too, but then pauses in thought.
Heatmor…? Isn't that what the durant…
I wonder if there's ground-up durant armor in the flour or something. Good source of iron...?
All in all, this has been a fun story. Cute in some ways, twisted in others. Congrats on completing it, and thanks for posting.