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villainousvirus[Under the cover of the clouded evening skies and absent of witnesses, a lone shape crawls over the deserted beach. Something far from human or animal struggles across the sand, the wretched stuff sticking to its smooth, dampened orange body as the creature painfully progresses forward. Deoxys sinks down onto the sand, forced to stop and lean on his tentacles for support as his body is wracked by another agonised shudder. The lights from the town in the distance glint off of the cracked jewel in his chest, highlighting the dark, jagged split running straight through it. A tentacle flicks instinctively up to it as snatches of memory return; there had been a bright light, then pain and the feeling of being dragged under...the ocean, it must have been the ocean... But that's all he remembers.
He doesn't like to be this close to human settlements, but he's out of options. The dock ahead is free from people, at least. Deoxys looks around frantically, until...yes, that would do. It feels like it takes almost forever for him to drag himself to the huddle of storage containers on the far side, but it's worth it. The huge boxes are derelict and rusted; they can't have been used in years. Deoxys pulls himself up and stumbles into the one that faces out to sea, pointed away from the town and the rest of the dock.
The insides are dank and dark, the clang of Deoxys' footsteps against the metal floor reverberating through the gloom. But it's just what he'd have prayed for, if aliens did pray; he'll be safe here, at least, he hopes. The darkness spins around him as Deoxys makes his way towards the back of the container, one tiny, agonised step at a time. He leans heavily against the wall, advancing slowly with shaky steps as he uses his tentacles to guide his way; just the effort to keep moving and not fall is exhausting for him, his vision full of static and his body screaming. Finally he reaches the far corner, pressing his back against the metal and allowing himself to sink to the floor. Unconsciousness comes almost immediately.]
He doesn't like to be this close to human settlements, but he's out of options. The dock ahead is free from people, at least. Deoxys looks around frantically, until...yes, that would do. It feels like it takes almost forever for him to drag himself to the huddle of storage containers on the far side, but it's worth it. The huge boxes are derelict and rusted; they can't have been used in years. Deoxys pulls himself up and stumbles into the one that faces out to sea, pointed away from the town and the rest of the dock.
The insides are dank and dark, the clang of Deoxys' footsteps against the metal floor reverberating through the gloom. But it's just what he'd have prayed for, if aliens did pray; he'll be safe here, at least, he hopes. The darkness spins around him as Deoxys makes his way towards the back of the container, one tiny, agonised step at a time. He leans heavily against the wall, advancing slowly with shaky steps as he uses his tentacles to guide his way; just the effort to keep moving and not fall is exhausting for him, his vision full of static and his body screaming. Finally he reaches the far corner, pressing his back against the metal and allowing himself to sink to the floor. Unconsciousness comes almost immediately.]