Prissy's Encounter

"Prissy's Encounter"

“Prissy mew!  Prissy mew!  Prissy mew!”  Prissy muffled her ears in order to drown out the horrid noise.  Ever since she had shown an ounce of kindness to Nyx on the road trip, the little skitty wouldn’t stop following her.  Her excessive meowing and pestering was starting to become a thorn in Prissy’s side.  “Prissy!  What are you doing, mew?  Are you going to the collectors’ meeting, mew?  You’re not going to ditch it again, mew?”

“SHUT UP!”  Prissy yelled in agony.  “I can’t take it anymore!”  She turned around and tried to puff out her chest, in order to make her seem taller.  It was hard to act superior when she was one of the shortest refugees.  “Look.  I know we’re in the same class and species but I am two years your senior.  I have a life you know?  I have friends…erm, a friend…and a reputation to hold up!”  The skitty fluffed her hair.  “I’m royalty.  So if you keep following me around you’re going to bring me down!  So bug off!  Go off and do something else!  Got it?”  She angrily stared at Nyx, whom she expected to break out into tears at any moment.  However, to her surprise, the little pokemon started to laugh.

“That’s funny Prissy, mew!  You have a funny sense of humor, mew!”  She smiled and grabbed Prissy’s arm.  “Let’s walk together to the collectors’ hut, mew!”  Prissy wanted to strangle her but before she felt a chill come down her neck.  She turned around to find herself face-to-face (well, more like face-to-torso) with three huge figures.  Their bodies were covered with black cloth and tape and their faces masked by the material.  However the thing that scared Prissy the most was the fact that they were carrying needles.  Huge, sharp sewing needles that Prissy had a feeling weren’t for crafting.  She slowly backed away, motioning to Nyx to do the same.  “Who’s that, mew?  Are they new refuges, mew?”  To this statement the threatening trio started to laugh.

“Refugees?  Bah!  The thought of it.”  The three lumbering figures held up their needles.  “You must know, you little brats, that we have nothing to do with your petty little village.”  Prissy started to fume up.  The nerve of these people to talk to her in this tone!

“What are you doing here?”  Prissy commanded.  When the three pokemon gave each other glances the skitty angrily stomped her platform shoes loudly on the cobblestones.  “Well?  I demand to know why you guys must insult me with your presence!”

“Insult?  INSULT!”  The leader of the group swiftly placed his needle in front of Prissy throat.  The skitty let out a squeal as Nyx cowered behind her.  “Listen up.  We’re here because we hate this dingy excuse of a town!”  The attacker’s companions nodded their heads in agreement.  “We were poorly treated, discriminated and put to work here!”  The comments stung Prissy a bit.  They were exactly the same reason why she wanted to run away.  As if he could read her mind, the pokemon grinned.  “I’ve watched you.  You’re a feisty one.  I’ve seen your attempts, I’ve seen you problems-this town is pulling you down.  Why don’t you join us, see?  And your little zubat boyfriend too!”

“LEAVE HER ALONE!”  In a swift gesture Nyx took her leg and fired a well-placed kick in the attacker’s pants.  The pokemon let out a moan and fell to the ground.  Prissy grabbed Nyx’s arm and ran as fast as her one-inch heels could take her.

“After them!”  The leader commanded, and his two minions spirited off after the skitties, their needles gleaming menacingly in the sunlight.

“Ohdeararceusohdearacrceusohdeararceus.”  Prissy tried to run faster but Nyx was slowing her down, clutching on her arm for dear life.  The skitty looked around for a hiding place and saw a huge shrub in the village’s square.  She let out a sigh and dove in, letting the prickly needles rip her dress.  Nyx followed right behind, desperately hugging Prissy.  In normal circumstances she would’ve pushed the annoying kid away but the skitty’s embrace was actually quite…comforting.  The two of them sat in silence for a while, holding their breath as footsteps echoed close to the bush then faded back into the distance.  When the coast was clear the two of them cautiously climbed out of the bush.  Prissy was about to wail in agony at the state of her dress but stopped.  There were more important things to worry about.

“Who were they, mew?  They certainly weren’t refuges, mew.”  Prissy looked down at the ground and put a hand on her chin.

“I don’t get it.  How could they get in?  The guards and the fighting class would’ve stopped them by now…”  She tenderly placed a hand at her neck.  Her fingers traced a slight scratch but she knew she had gotten lucky.  It could’ve been much much worse.  Prissy turned to face Nyx, who looked as shocked as she was about the affair.  “Nyx…I’m sorry what I said to you earlier.  If it wasn’t for you I’d probably be a hostage by now…”

“Its fine, mew!”  The little pokemon grinned.  “Prissy is my friend, mew.  You did the same thing for me, mew!”  Prissy grew beet red and looked down at her dress.  However she shrugged it off and looked off to the forest, where she swore she saw three faint figures disappearing into the grove of trees.

“Come on, Nyx.  We have to go warn the others.”