Inside the deep, sunless belly of the cave, the concept of morning was nothing more than a faint change in the damp air. There was no sunrise to wake them; only the low, dying hum of the night lamp and the rhythmic thump-thump of Diglett moving through the distant rock walls.
Odin was dead to the world, his long black hair tangled across the pillow, but Angel was already stirring. Even after a night of being broken down and "punished," she woke up with the energy of a startled Jolteon. She stayed perfectly still for a moment, her silver eyes tracing the sharp line of Odin's jaw in the dim, artificial light.
She couldn't resist. She moved like a shadow, sliding her body upward until she was hovering just over his face.
She leaned in and delivered a long, slow, incredibly wet kiss right on the bridge of his nose, dragging it down to his lips with a messy, playful sound. "Wake up, my grumpy King," she whispered, her siren voice echoing softly against the tent walls.
Odin's eyes snapped open—dark and instantly annoyed. "Angel," he rasped, his voice thick with sleep and irritation. "It's pitch black. It's probably three in the morning. Get your wet face off of me before I toss you out of the tent and let the Dugtrio have you."
Angel just beamed at him, her snowflake pupils wide and adoring. "But you're so handsome when you're threatening me," she chirped, leaning in for another sloppy attempt at his ear.
Odin let out a heavy, theatrical sigh, his hand coming up to shove her face away—though his grip was more tired than forceful. "You are a nightmare. A beautiful, exhausting nightmare. If you don't start the stove and get some coffee going in the next five minutes, the bullying you got last night is going to feel like a massage compared to what I'll do today."
Angel practically shivered with delight at the threat. "Yes, Odin! Right away!" She scrambled out of the sleeping bag, completely unbothered by the cave's chill, and began rummaging through her Poké Bag to see what is available to them, leaving Odin to groan and bury his face back into the pillow.
After finding what she needed, she looked up at her PokéGear to check what time it is. After confirming the time, she grinned. "Odin not to be that kind of gal, but it's actually 4am in the morning and not 3am... just saying"
"Oh just fuck off angel" he groaned
"Yes daddy♡"
~X~
The morning air inside the cave was filled with the savory, steam-filled aroma of Angel's cooking. Moving with the grace of a professional, she worked the portable burners with effortless skill. She had whipped up an eccentric but delicious spread: golden Jigglypuff Cheese Puffs, a spicy Blaziken Noodle Soup to ward off the cave chill, shimmering DittoJello, and a hearty plate of Magikarp and Chips.
As she plated the food for Odin and a drooling Poopie, the PokéGear she had clipped to her waist was tuned to a static-free music channel. A heavy, grinding bassline kicked in, followed by a distorted guitar riff that cut through the silence. It was Alternative Metal, raw and aggressive.
Odin, usually the stoic or lazy thug, found himself rhythmically nodding his head. His eyes brightened as the percussion hit a frantic, double-bass gallop. "Damn, Angel," he muttered, leaning back as he slurped some noodle soup. "This is actually good. I've always been a sucker for the metal scene, but this? This is fucking metal. That guitarist is insane, and the distortion is dialed in perfectly."
He gestured with his chopsticks toward the device. "Check the Gear. Who the hell is this? The drums are absolute fire."
Angel wiped her flour-dusted hands on her white shorts and leaned over the PokéGear, her snowflake pupils scanning the small screen. "It says the band is The Poison Kiss," she read aloud, her voice competing with the growling vocals. "The song title is- 'Liver'."
As the lyrics kicked in—🎵 Running on water, I'm running from stalkers. Red river, red roses, the killer is my Liver 🎵—she scrolled further down the digital description.
"It says here the lead singer is someone named Roxie," Angel continued, looking impressed. "They're an underground band from the Unova region. I've never heard of them, but they certainly have a lot of energy!"
Neither of them realized they were listening to a future Gym Leader; to them, Roxie was just a badass voice coming through the speakers. Odin let out a grunt of approval, feeling the music fuel his adrenaline for the day's journey. "Unova, huh? They know how to shred over there. We'll have to keep that station on."
Odin was completely swept up in the adrenaline of the track. The moment the breakdown hit, he grabbed Angel by her slender shoulders, his eyes wide with a manic, metal-fueled passion. He didn't see a "ghost girl" or a delicate beauty; he saw a mosh partner.
"Get into it, Angel! This is the good part!" he roared over the music. He started a Two-Person Mosh, bumping his shoulders into hers and spinning her around with zero restraint. He wasn't going easy—he was throwing his weight around like he was in a front-row pit at a Viridian City underground show.
Angel looked absolutely Miserable. Her snow-white hair was flying in every direction, her head was spinning, and she winced every time Odin's heavy Body slammed into her pale frame. She was being tossed around like a ragdoll, her breath hitching as she tried to keep her balance on the uneven cave floor. But beneath the dizziness and the bruising impact, her silver eyes still shone with a dazed, liquid adoration. 'He's so happy', she thought, her heart swelling even as her ribs ached. To her, being his human punching bag in a mosh pit was just another form of Quality Time
Eventually, the song transitioned into a slightly more melodic, yet still biting track. Odin, breathing hard and grinning like a lunatic, finally let her go. "Hell yeah. That's how you start a morning."
They began packing up the remains of the Jigglypuff Cheese Puffs and the cooking gear, dismantling the camp they set up and fit everything back together in their large Poké bags.
Moving deeper into the shadows of the cave. The PokéGear, still clipped to Angel's waist, began playing a new song called "Poison Queen" The lyrics echoed through the cavern walls: 🎵 Cause You're My Girl, And that's Alright. If you sting me, I won't mind 🎵
Odin swaggered forward, his hands back in his pockets, occasionally glancing back at Angel, who was still a bit wobbly on her legs but wearing a blissful, tired smile. He noticed her disheveled hair and the slight flush on her skin from his "enthusiasm."
"You look like you've been through a Weezing's Explosion," Odin chuckled, reaching back to give her a rough, proprietary pat on the ass. "But you kept up. Mostly."
"I'll always keep up with you, Odin," she chirped, her snowflake pupils glowing in the dark. "Even if you want to break every bone in my body."
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The atmosphere inside Diglett's Cave was almost cozy. The heavy bass of Roxie's metal track, "Poison Queen," reverberated through the stone walls, creating a private, high-energy sanctuary for the two outcasts.
Odin was in a rare, high-spirited mood, his head still nodding to the beat as he checked the Poké Ball on his belt. "Look these Silver-tier prize," he chuckled, tossing the ball up and catching it with a snap. "We aren't just passing through to this shit hole Angel, haha. No; we're staying until we've farmed every fucking TR Points out of this dirt. Once I flip a few more high-potential Diglett like this, I'm thinking we get a pair of those Xtransceivers from the base."
Angel beamed, her eyes lighting up at the thought. "SHIT, Odin! You mean it? We could see each other's faces even when you're out on missions? That's so much better than just a call" She leaned her head against his shoulder, her snow-white hair shimmering. "But don't forget Poopie! He's already Level 21. At this rate, he'll be a terrifying Weezing before we even finish this haul! Think of how many more more he can make us then, Isnt that right Poopie, my good boy, my dear Poopie"
"Koffiiiing♡"
Odin snorted, giving her a playful, sideways shove. "He's still a simp, but yeah, he's getting beefy. If he keeps leveling like this, I might actually have to start respecting him." He looked at her, his eyes softening just a fraction. "You're my lucky charm, Baby. Ever since I picked you up, lives been good and the food is fucking good too."
"Is that your way of being romantic, Daddy?" Angel giggled, her snowflake pupils sparkling with mischief. She stepped in front of him, walking backward with a seductive sway of her wide hips. "Because if you keep flirting like that, I might forget we're in a cave and start demanding my 'reward' early."
"You're a degenerate," Odin laughed, reaching out to swat at her playfully. "Keep that up and I'll make you walk the rest of the way blindfolded."
"You'd love that, wouldn't you?" she shot back with a wink, her laughter echoing the distorted guitar riffs of the PokéGear.
They were perfectly in sync—two villains in love, dancing through the dark to the sound of underground metal and the promise of easy money—completely unaware that the music was currently vibrating through the nests of twenty very angry Zubats who sleeping above them not top far away.
The rhythmic grinding of Roxie's metal music was the dinner bell for disaster. The jagged ceiling of the cavern suddenly erupted as a swarm of 20 Zubats shrieked in irritation, their sensitive ears tortured by the distortion. Odin's System flared red: [Alert: 20 Targets - Levels 15-20 - 3 Silver-Potential detected].
"Shit, Angel, get back!" Odin barked, his lazy swagger vanishing. This wasn't a grind; it was an ambush. "FUCK! KOFFING!, Stockpile! Now! Three times, don't you dare fucking stop!"
'Shit! I wasn't paying attention, I should have made the system scan for any Pokémon.. fuck I got a bit to Cocky' Odin thought.
"KeeeeEEEEeeeAAAAO".
"KeeeeEEEEeeeAAAAO".
"Shit Koffing get ready they are coming!, and Angel Don't just Fucking Stand there. HIDE NOW!" Odin yelled frantically.
"KeeeeEEEEeeeAAAAO".
"KeeeeEEEEeeeAAAAO".
"KeeeeEEEEeeeAAAAO".
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The battle was a chaotic blur of purple and black. Koffing inflated himself into a hardened tank as the swarm descended like a living cloud of leathery wings and fangs. Air Cutters sliced through the air and Poison Fangs clattered against Koffing's toughened skin. Koffing fought like a demon, throwing his massive weight into bone-crushing Body Slams. He flattened a Level 16 Zubat against the wall with a sickening crunch, then spun to crush another mid-air. But for every one he took down, three more bit into his Body.
The scene was a disaster and both Koffing and Odin knew something, anything needed to be done or they are fucked.
Angel was huddled against the cave wall, her snow-white hair disheveled and her silver eyes wide with terror. "Poopie! Odin, do something! They're hurting him!" she screamed, her voice cracking as she watched the Zubats tear at her precious "baby."
Even Odin felt a cold knot of dread in his gut. We're overwhelmed, he thought, his hand hovering over a Poké Ball. The numbers are too high.. should he just run, take Koffing and leave Angel or maybe leave them both and save himself.
Koffing, battered and leaking gas, looked back at Angel's crying face, then at Odin. A strange, final resolve settled into the his eyes. He didn't want to level up anymore; he wanted to end this. His body began to glow with a violent, white-hot internal light.
~Koffing, Koff.. Koffing (I'm sorry master, I'm sorry Princess)
"Wait—what is he doing?" Odin gasped.
In a blinding flash that drowned out the metal music, Koffing Instinctively learned Explosion.
BOOM!
The shockwave rocked the cavern, sending a pillar of fire and smoke toward the ceiling. When the dust settled, the 20 Zubats were gone, scattered like charred leaves across the floor. The System chimed—Koffing had leveled up 3 times in one go—but the victory was silent.
Koffing lay in a small, smoking crater, his body deflated, charred, and motionless.
"No... no, no, no!" Angel wailed, sprinting toward the crater and falling to her knees. She sobbed hysterically, her hands shaking too hard to touch him. "Poopie! Wake up! Please don't die, don't leave me!"
Odin stood frozen, staring at the blackened remains of his Pokémon. A lump formed in his throat—a foreign sensation of genuine grief. This stupid purple balloon... this simp... he actually did it. He zeroed himself for us. A surge of irrational anger flared. How dare he! Did he think I was too weak to save us?!
"Odin, snap out of it!" Angel's scream pierced his spiraling thoughts. She was cradling the scorched Koffing, her snowflake pupils frantic. "He's still breathing! He's alive, but barely! We need to move!"
Odin snapped back into place. "Hurry up! Grab the bag!" he roared, his voice trembling with a mix of fury and relief. "Apply all the Super Potions! Every single one! Don't you dare let him die, Angel!"
Angel was a blur of frantic white motion, her snow-white hair trailing in the dirt as she hovered over the charred, deflated form of Poopie. Her wails were raw and guttural, echoing off the damp stone walls.
"Stay with me! Please, Poopie, please!" she sobbed, her hands shaking so violently she could barely aim the nozzles. *Pshhh-pshhh!* The fine mist of the Super Potions hissed as it hit the Pokémon's scorched purple skin, the healing liquid sizzling against the lingering heat of the explosion. She was desperate, offering every promise she could think of—luxury treats, extra cuddles, even a new silk pillow to float on.
Odin stood paralyzed, the heavy lump in his throat feeling like he'd swallowed a Geodude. He felt pathetic, standing there while his "lucky charm" did all the work. System, he commanded, his mental voice cold and desperate, allocate 11 IV points into Koffing's HP. Max it out. Now.
[Notice: Koffing's HP IV increased to 31]
[HP MAXED.]
He watched for any sign of a pulse, any twitch in those vestigial vents. He felt a burning behind his eyes that he tried to crush with pure spite. 'This is stupid', he told himself, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his fists. 'It's a Pokémon. It's a tool. This is a kids' game... a show for nerds... just data and pixels and purple gas.'
But the logic failed him. The sight of the "simp" who had literally detonated his own body to protect them was tearing a hole through Odin's Hardened exterior. He'd rather be back in the mosh pit or fighting a hundred Zubats than feeling this hollow, suffocating embarrassment of almost crying over a "tool."
"Don't you dare die!" Odin finally cracked, his voice a low, dangerous growl aimed at the motionless Koffing. "I didn't give you permission to quit! You still owe me three more levels today! And You're still a fucking virgin you loser!"
Angel didn't look up, her snowflake pupils fixed entirely on the small, shallow rise and fall of Poopie's chest. "He's fighting, Odin... I can feel it! He's trying so hard for us!" She emptied a third Super Potion, the bottle clattering to the floor. "Come back to us, Poopie... Odin and I still need you!"
Odin's 11 points IV didn't go to waste though. Because not long after allocating the Points and Angel's frantic care of spraying him with super Potions. Koffing finally started showing signs of life.
The tension was finally broken by a sound that made Angel's heart skip a beat—a tiny, wet, gurgling sound.
Wheeeeeze…
It was faint, barely more than a whisper of gas escaping a valve, followed by a weak, pathetic cry. Koffing's eyes flickered open, though they were glazed and tired. He looked down at his own deflated, scorched body with a look of genuine, dazed confusion. Even the Koffing seemed shocked that he was still in one piece after turning himself into a living grenade.
"HE'S ALIVE!" Angel shrieked, her voice a mix of a sob and a triumphant laugh. She didn't care about the soot or the toxic smell; she scooped the fragile, Purple balloon into her arms and pressed him against her chest, her tears soaking into his purple skin. "You're okay, you're okay! Oh, my brave, stupid, wonderful Poopie!"
Odin felt the tension leave his body so suddenly he almost stumbled. The heavy lump in his throat dissolved, replaced by a surge of shaky, adrenaline-fueled relief. He quickly wiped his eyes with the back of his glove before Angel could look up and catch him being "weak."
"Of course he's alive," Odin grunted, his voice still a bit rough as he tried to regain his cool, douchey composure. He stepped over and looked down at the shivering Pokémon, his hands back in his pockets. "He's too much of a simp to leave you alone, Angel. He probably stayed alive just so he wouldn't miss out on those head-scratches or something."
He reached out and gave Koffing a very brief, surprisingly gentle pat on the head before pulling away. "Don't think this means you're off the hook, you purple gas-bag. You nearly gave me a heart attack. Next time, just use a Tackle or something."
Koffing let out another weak, bubbly chime, his eyes drifting toward Odin with a flicker of his usual "puppy-like" devotion. The maxed-out HP IVs of a Platinum-Potential were doing their work,'Platinum-Potential Pokémon's are a damn beast' Odin thought, though he was still far from being able to fight.'
Angel looked up at Odin, her face a mess of tears and dirt, but her smile was blindingly beautiful. "He did it for us, Odin. He really is our lucky charm, too."
"I don't know about us, but he definitely did it for you, that's for sure" Odin joked, hands back in his pocket
"Come Odin.. let's find a more safe and quiet some spot" her voice gentle and tender as cradled Koffing in her arms.
"Yeah.." Odin said
While looking for any decent spot Chill for a while, Odin was thinking ' Damn, shit went from a 100 to a 0 in a matter or minutes or seconds.. I really can't let my guard down anymore.. didn't even get time to process anything, that blob almost died just like that, barely any time to register anything... Fuck man'
~x~
They moved to a small, secluded alcove just a few dozen meters away—a dry, quiet pocket of the cave where the walls felt thick and secure. There, they began the slow process of nursing Koffing back to full strength.
Angel was remarkably tender, using Normal Potions to soothe the remaining surface burns while feeding Koffing high-quality Poison-type Poké Blocks. The Pokémon nibbled on the treats, his strength returning with every bite. Meanwhile, Odin and Angel sat against the cool stone, splitting the leftover Jigglypuff Cheese Puffs and passing a bottle of fresh water back and forth.
"Who knew those Fucking Blood sucking rats lived in here too?" Odin grunted, leaning his head back. "I thought this place was just for the dirt-dicks. Guess that's what we get for turning the tunnel into a concert hall."
Angel nodded solemnly, her white hair messy but her spirit recovered. "A painful lesson, Odin. No more Roxie until we're back outside please.. I don't think my heart can take another explosion like that."
~X~
Three hours passed in peaceful silence. The combination of the Maxed HP IVs, the specialized food, and the potions worked wonders. Koffing's color returned to a vibrant, healthy purple, and his vents stopped leaking scorched smoke.
"Alright," Odin said, standing up and stretching his limbs. He looked at the hovering balloon. "Let's see if that upgrade actually stuck. Koffing, Stockpile Three Times"
Koffing enthusiastically inhaled, puffing up into a sturdy, hardened sphere.
"Now, use Swallow," Odin commanded.
Koffing gulped down the stored energy, his body glowing with a soothing light that mended the last of his internal fatigue. Odin had him repeat the process—Stockpile 3x, then Swallow—until the Pokémon looked completely pristine.
"You ready for some real action? Ready to level the fuck up and make some actual money?" Odin asked, a wicked smirk returning to his face.
Koffing didn't just wheeze; he let out a loud, resonant cry, spinning in the air with a newfound weight and power. With those Three extra levels and his HP IV Max, he felt like a floating tank. The fear was gone—replaced by a surge of aggressive energy. He was sturdier, tougher, and ready to flatten anything that poked its head out of the mud.
He was ready to play whack-a-mole!
"That's what I like to see," Odin chuckled, grabbing Angel's hand and pulling her up. 'System, Scan!, find me the next Silver-tier or higher Potential Pokémon's for me, It's time for some much needed Stress relief."
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[Koffing - level 24] [Platinum-Potential
[E-Rank]
[Male] [Nickname - Poopie]
[Abilty - Levitate]
[Moves] - Body Slam - Tackle - Stockpile - Swallow - Taunt - Smog - Poison Gas - Spit Up - Smokescreen - Clear Smog - Sludge - Haze - Assurance
[New moves] - Haze
[BASE STATS]
HP - 40
Attack - 65
Defense - 95
Special Attack - 60
Special Defense - 45
Speed - 35
Total: 340 [E-Rank]
[IV Spread]:
HP - 31
Attack - 31
Defense - 31
Special Attack - 24
Special defense - 30
Speed - 15
Total IV: 162 [Platinum-Potential]
Free IV Points: 3
[2x IV Buff [28:46:22 - Time Remaining]