(animalistic pokemon pred. Vore. Disposal. Projectiles(?)
The most immediately appealing option is the winged suit. As a child you at least had a passing dream or two of being able to fly. You quickly learned, however, that it would be infeasible for a human to fly unaided and came to terms with the fact that you simply would never be able to do soar like a bird. That was then. This is now. And now that you are the size of a small bird, you might just be able to pull it off!
But it is not the prospect of a simple joyride that draws you to the flight suit. It is the mobility -and by extension the increased chance of survival - it has to offer that is pulling you towards it. You approach the foliage, initially worried that it may be an Oddish or some other concealed grass type. But as you tentatively climb onto the plant, you find your concerns to be, at least for now, divorced from reality. That would be two false alarms in a row...it is almost as if fate is favoring you. And here you were, cursing it but moments ago!
You quickly make it to the suit and begin to examine it.
The suit is sleek and roughly the right size for you. It is composed of a lightweight, flexible rubbery fiber, colored green and black at various spots. Its green-hued translucent wings appear almost crystalline in nature, and bear a shape similar to those of a dragonfly, but possess sharp tips. The emblem of the Devon Corporation adorns the torso of the outfit, and is printed in such a fashion that it's likely meant to be legible to a normal-sized person's eyes. You cannot be sure who left this here or why, but you aren't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
You quickly don the outfit and leap into the air...only to fall almost comically down onto the plant, then tumble facefirst onto the sand below, the wings of the suit scrapping against leaves and sand awkwardly as you make your tumble. Grumbling, you free your head from the sand and get to your feet. You begin to fidget and fumble with the suit, looking for some sort of button that could be used to activate those wings. Perhaps there's some complex gesture you're supposed to make ? or maybe it's operated by your thoughts?
You make several attempts to achieve flight, until a chance motion finally activates the wings and sends you ascending off of the ground almost uncontrollably. When you finally stabilize your movements, you find yourself hovering about two meters in the air off of surface of the sandbank. Hovering is a generous way to put it. Not at all trained in the operation of the suit, you find yourself clumsily (almost perilously, in fact) jerking around in the air. It is only after several minutes that you actually manage to stabilize yourself.
When you finally do stabilize, you begin to scan the horizon. None of the seabirds seem to be taking interest in you just yet. That's good. Having confirmed there are no immediate threats nearby, you turn your attention towards the sea, eager to get a glimpse of the world below. You look down the shallow seawater and the chain of sandbanks stretching south of Pallet Town, and to your shock you can actually make out Cinnabar island off in the distance. You could fly there now...well. You could if you could get a better handle over this suit, at least.
You then turn your attention directly downwards, towards the sandbank beneath you and the surrounding waters. It is then that you manage to spot the face of the Seadra once more. The water type that helped you onto the island is now looking up at you with the same menacing glare as ever. Once more you find yourself asking why. Why did it help you to the island? Why does it seem so interested in you, yet so unwilling to communicate? You wave over to it , only for the creature to turn its head in response. An almost alien sounding alarum blares from its snout. You turn to face whatever it is that the Seadra is facing...
and you find a face much like that of the Seadra, but a great deal cuter, poking out of the water. A Horsea. Does the Seadra mean to introduce you to its (his?) young. You watch as the Seadra darts off clockwise around the island, and turn to follow it. It is then that you notice another Horsea...and another...and a fourth...and a fifth...and a sixth. It would appear as if they have actually formed a bit of a perimeter around the sandbank.
You at last begin to put two and two together. And the tentative conclusion you draw fills you with a sense of dread and a strong urge to flee. A shame you still haven't quite gotten the hang of this thing! But what little experience you have will have to do. You begin to fly away right as another alarum sounds.
The Seadra circles the island with anticipation, gazing lovingly at each of his young. To think they were in his pouch but a few years ago! Teaching the little ones to hunt for land and flying prey has proven to be a bit of a challenge, but hunting trips like this one are still worth it, both for recreation and to help improve their skills. This would not be the first time he has seen one of the little humans take flight. But with any hope this will be the first time one of his kids manages to bag one. He gives them the closest thing to a pep talk his animalistic mind can offer before issuing a command to open fire.
He didn't spare you.
He's using you as goddamn target practice for his kids. You're like some toy at a carnival shooting gallery! Of course, this is far from a rare practice in the natural world. You should have known! If you had just figured out how to fly faster. If you had just read the Seadra's intentions and raelized that he was likely only leaving to bring his young here...
The skies above the sandbank are almost immediately filled with several frightfully powerful projectiles. They may be simple jets of water, but at your scale these Water Guns visibly pack the force to punch through a solid wooden door. You hesitate for but a moment as you consider your options, only for one of the Horsea to take aim and fire directly at you. But it fails to account for gravity, and its shot just barely grazes your feet. All of those hours spent playing Danmaku games, and now you realize that your skills in no way transfer to reality. Realizing the stakes, you rush forward, hoping to make it past the island... only for another Horsea to take aim, lead its shot,and fire! This one hits your suit straight in one of its wings, causing the dragonfly wing to fold ever so slightly and sending you into a tailspin.
You manage to barely stabilize yourself long enough for you to land on land rather than sea. You rush to the center of the sandbank, hoping that they cannot hit you from here... but, unfortunately, the Horsea still have a clear line of sight towards you, and while they cannot shoot you out of the sky they can shoot you off the island. One of the horsea manages to land a 'light' hit on you...and that light hit is enough to tear a huge hole into the outfit and leave a deep cut where it once was. You scream in agony and sore into the air in one final attempt to escape.
Another horsea shoots you out of the sky. Squeals can be heard as you plummet down, down, down into the blue seas, right towards the waiting maw of another. You scream and thrash in the air as you fall, your body only saved at the last moment as another horsea butts into it in a dispute over the meal. Soon you are surrounded by the full crew, who begin to lower their snouts in an attempt to suck you in. The Seadra halts them, however. Mercy?
Not at all. The Seadra rubs his snout in approval against the one Horsea that presumably downed you for good, then directs the others to retreat. The Seadra slashes at your wings with its sharp fins, then backs away and allows the victor its spoils. The Horsea squeals happily, then approaches you while the others look on, eager to go for you should they get the chance. It gently nuzzles at you with its snout before diving underwater.
A bubble erupts beside you. Looking down, you can see the Horsea lurking below, its abyssal snout right beneath you. With a simple suck, it sends you swirling downwards into his snout. You find yourself half locked in a cylinder of flesh. You press your little hands against the Horsea's snout and, with much effort, manage to slip out of the suit and swim up to freedom. The Horsea simply spits the suit out and sucks once more, pulling your body into its snout once more, this time deeper. Now only your head is sticking out, almost as if you were a pacifier.
The Horsea proceeds to suck on you vigorously. Its snout is not equipped to break prey down into smaller pieces...but it is very much equipped to ensnare and cripple them. In a process at least visually evocative of a child sucking on a pacifier, the Pokemon proceeds to mash its snout around you , dislocating your limbs and fracturing some of your bones in the process. But it is not the breaking of bones that kills you. No...instead, the Horsea keeps you underwater until you drown. And with absolutely no way for its prey to break its sucklehold, it succeeds. You choke your last while being suckled upon as if you were a pacifier, and then then with one final suck the Horsea allows your head to disappear into its belly.
From there, powerful ensigns that are equipped to digest the mostly-intact prey typical of a Horsea's diet wear your body away until it is nothing but a murky mist. It doesn't take long.
You are shat out into the sea shallows in an almost serene plume of waste as the Horsea races against its brethren. In fact, the plume spreads out right into the face of one of its competitors, who is momentarily distracted. The hunt remains fresh on the minds of the Horsea for now...but it will fade from memory soon enough.
YOU DIED.
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