#joltic

The Joltic scrambled to grasp his hoodie. The Pokémon was no smaller than his thumb, Touya was afraid the slightest wrong move would crush it.

It was a strange thought—he’d just witnessed a cluster of Joltic taking out Team Plasma a moment ago. Silky strands of web wrap around their prey, trapping them, sending jolts of electricity pumping into their system. And fried them into smoke.

Touya could still remember the sharp smell of burned meat searing into his mind. One Joltic wouldn’t mean anything, but thousands of them? 

And the scream. Oh God, that isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

Touya was careful when he palmed the spider Pokémon up to his face. Trembling. Fascinated and scared to shitless. Such a small body could pack a lot of electricity.

He had thought the Joltic was stuck on his hoodie by accident, but when he put it down. It scrambled up into his jeans, and hoodie. Touya stood there as fear wracked him to stillness, flashback of the unfortunate Team Plasma rushing up to his mind.