PokèDruids [PkmnWattys2016]

Eh

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What's wrong with you guys it's not even that good

In all honesty thanks for this and 1k reads. My life is now complete. :D
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Taking their sweet time to learn the lay of the land, Bidoofy, Manus and Dusk followed Shepherd around the fort as he led their ways. Of course, this was no normal fort, and as it happened to work here, the doors of each and every room led to every other door, and could only distinguish its destination through the mental desires of whoever decided to open it. In accordance, Shepherd desired to show the three to the top of the highest tower in the fort, where a lone Aggron kept watch. The view granted from the vantage point was outstanding, much exceeding what was granted from the subterranean Summerpoint city, but still lacked the kind of professionalism there. From there, Shepherd continued his lectures on the history of the kingdom and told Bidoofy of stories of the former king, all while pretending Bidoofy was still his father. Yes, it was imminent that this would have to end at some time, but Bidoofy sadly refused to pull the trigger.

Aside from a few more meaningless locations, there was nothing particularly notable about the tour. Ampharos had a good time showing the three around and gladly ended the day by leading the three to their rooms: Bidoofy to a king's chamber, gilded in gold and unreasonable extravagant; while Manus' and Dusk's rooms were only moderately ridiculously expensive. Much like as hinted at before, there were many Aggrons to be found about the rooms, all silently keeping their eyes trained on their guests.

What did take Bidoofy astray, unfortunately, was what the Aggron in his room said; For, you see, that Aggron had served the previous, true king. What he said specifically was, "You. You're not the king, are you? I'd know his face anywhere."

Bidoofy, shocked by this, said, "But I AM the king..."

"You are not, and, if you lie to me again, I will have no hesitation when I kill you. Tell me, who are you really?"

"I am... Aw, shucks. I can't do this... I'm sorry... It's just that when he was like, 'Oh, daddy and mr. king sir' and all, I just couldn't help myself."

"You are a terrible man."

"I know... I just want to ride this out a little longer, though. It's not every day people respect me. I mean, I'm just a Bidoof. I don't get a lot of respect."

"That is no excuse."

"I know, I know..." And yet, Bidoofy wasn't even sure of himself when he said he'd give up this charade, knowing that, on the inside, he'd only postpone it indefinitely... The Aggron only replied with a grunt.

The next morning was an early one, as Bidoofy had happily enjoyed his room alone. Well, except that a creepy Aggron was staring at him all night... Because of the guardian's displeasure with the facade, he didn't heed to Bidoofy's request to sleep in, rather dragging him down from his bed, across the floor and into the door, bringing him to the throne room within an instant. There, he found a shaky Ampharos, a tired Duskull, a drunk Manus, and a testy Warturtle. Everybody was posed to watch the duelists, save the fighters themselves, and the room was all but silent, with quiet murmurs on the fight reverberating throughout the chamber. Manus had already drunk once or twice in the morning, as he usually does, but the Aggron was a steady sober. In Manus' hands was a single blade, stretching far beyond his body in reach, dancing upon the air as he sized up his opponent. The Aggron's "dagger", on the other hand, was a foot or two long, covered in the same metal peelings that formed spikes on it. The edge looked to be just as sharp as the tip, giving it the look of a torturer's tool. Accenting both weapons were small sanguine stains, symbolizing those who fell before to them...