Snippet #1629340

Route 4

Derek smiled as Sor tried to dismiss the subject, only to give in to his inquiring gaze. Never fails He commented to himself as he answered him. "I'd be glad to. We're friends, so I'll be happy to help." He pulled to a stop when Sor called out to him. Putting a hand to his chin, he inspected it for awhile, before nodding his in approval. "Okay then! Tonight, we sleep here." Kicking his board up into his hand, he tossed it and his bag near a tree to the left. "Do me a favor, can you unroll my sleeping-bag while I go find some firewood." He asked as he walked into the forest nearby.

After minutes of scavaging, Derek had managed a good supply of stick and twigs. "This should be enough." He said to himself. "But, I'll see if there are anymore around just in case." And after scanning the nearby area, he noticed a fallen branch in the grass. "Ahha!" He noted as he made his way over to it. When he reached it he bent down and made to pick it up. But just as he was about to touch it, a Spinarak climbed out from under it and stood atop the wood, starring directly at Derek. The following cold sweat was almost instantous as his arachnophobia kicked in. Slowly standing up, he began to back away from the eight-legged Pokemon until his back hit a tree. Not soon afterwards a rustling sound could be heard coming from above. A sound that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up straight. With an almost silent 'Plop', two more Spinarak fell from the treetops and onto the horrified trainer below. One landed on his shoulder, the other, directly on his head of all things. Within seconds, any form of control he had left was lost. "GYAAAAAAHHH!!!!" He yelled as he started running as fast as he could, throwing the spiders off, though he didn't know that.

A few seconds later, Derek crashed out of the woods. And I mean literary crashed, as he tripped on an upturned root, all the firewood he'd collected fly and spread across the campsite. Without wasting a millisecond, he began squirming and rolling around screaming at the top of his lungs "GETEMOFFGETEMOFFGETEMOFF!" As soon as he was sure there where no more Spinaraks on him, not that there was, he curled himself into a ball and trembled the night away, any words of concern from Sorence unheard. After the tremors had passed and the fear had faded completely from his eyes, he began to regather the branches again. "S-s-sorry you had to see me like that," He started, "There's only one thing in the world I'm scared off, and that's spiders." Once he had all the wood, he organized them into a neat pile in a hole he dug with his hands. "I don't mean to be a bother, but could you let Blitz out and ask him if he'd be so kind as to light the fire?" In his haste to change the subject, he had absentmindedly used the nickname he was thinking about for the Magby.