So, like, everyone who posts on the Treasure Vault has some kind of fanfic, art topic, screenshot showoff, or Spiral Spy thingy. 'cept for me. So I decided I was gonna try and find something to do that I actually can, that isn't a waste of time. At the least, I'll become infamous for mind=blown terribleness. We all saw how my art came out, and I'm fairly certain that I cannot contribute anything there, so here's a little fanfic I pulled out of a hat.

NOTES: This is a one-shot, please don't post your character applications.
I'm sorry for failing, its what I do best.
Remember, I prefer mocking laughter to hateful murdering.
On your hate-mail, please keep dirty language to a maximum, because I like reverse psychology, and once you read this you ain't gonna
be doing anything I would prefer.
By ~Ise's suggestion, this little guy right here --> ~ means changing the PoV

Dark…so dark…why couldn’t she see? All she knew was darkness…fear…and the horrible pounding pain in her skull, beating, aching, nearly wiping all thought from her mind. Where was she? Taking a few steps forward, she unexpectedly slammed into something cold and hard. It was a wall, a metal one. Turning, she tried to move around it, but found walls enclosing her on all sides. She was trapped. “Noooooo!” She screamed, immediately regretting it as the throbbing in her head doubled in intensity. Why wasn’t her mother here? Collapsing on the floor, she began whimpering quietly, alone and afraid.

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Ammes flinched as the Knight next to him slapped him on the back, almost causing him to spill his drink.
“Ah, lighten up pal.” The Knight, a Gunner named Kevan, chuckled, “Thanks to you, we’re rich men! And lady.” He added, bowing to the single female member of their group.
The three men raised their cups, shouting in approval. Getting up and walking to a large crate, Gorgo, a rather tall Gunner wearing a Stetson, scoffed at Kevan’s statement. “Its coat will fetch a pretty penny, that be true, but hardly enriching. It don’t even have a proper mane.” Kicking the crate, he snickered at the small cry that issued from within.
“Get over here, and leave that thing alone,” Kevan commanded. “We aren’t going to skin it. I know a fellow who’ll pay quite a lot of energy to get his hands on a live Snarbolax cub.”
The young Swordsman wondered how he had managed to get into this mess. A week earlier, Kevan and another Bomber, Furty, had come to his house at the edge of the WildWoods with a business proposal. Lead them to the center of the Gloaming WildWoods, and help them capture a baby Snarbolax, alive. He would then receive a reward of either five hundred thousand crowns, or twenty-five percent of the total profits gained from this venture. Of course he accepted, who wouldn’t? If he had enough money to afford a better outfit, and a nicer place to live, surely that girl would start to notice him.

Looking back now, Ammes couldn’t believe how stupid he’d been. Not only was capturing live Snarbies illegal, but Shylia was an animal freak. What would she think of him kidnapping a rare beast like this for people who would do who knows what to it, when she went to anti Wolver coat/Chroma suit protestations daily? But it was too late to back out now; these poachers would kill him if he bailed. Groaning, he slumped forward in his seat, staring at the fire.
“Hahaha!” The short man on his other side roared, in a surprisingly deep voice for one of his stature, “The bushman’s got a coupla regrets, ‘ey?”
“Not thinking of running on us now, are ye?” Gorgo scowled, glaring at him,” ‘cause you know what we do with deserters.” Furty smirked, tossing a Firecracker into the air and catching it again playfully.
“I’m just worried about its parent,” he hurriedly lied, “A mother Snarbolax is extremely dangerous when looking for her child.”
Bekii drew her Furious Flamberge, slowly waving it in the air and examining the glowing ember on the tip with a grim smile. “Ye dun have tae worry aboot that wee kitty, lad.” she said in that strange accent Ammes had never heard before.

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The mother Chromalisk bolted awake as the dark shadow thundered past, uprooting bushes and knocking over small trees. The Beast was hunting, but not for food. She and her baby were safe for now. The lizard tucked the young one up under her, trembling at the cavernous roar that echoed through the deep woods.

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Even in a metal box, the cub could hear that sound she recognized so well. Her mother was coming! She would be saved! Ignoring her headache, she began to yip excitedly, knowing that even that quiet noise would be heard by the Wood’s ruler.

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Ammes’ head shot up as he heard the small yelps from the Beast Box. “It’s coming!” he cried, jumping to his feet.
“What? I don’t hear anythi~”
“ROOOOAAAAAAAAAHHHHHRRRRRR!”
“Ok, so it’s coming. Big deal, I’ve killed lots of those.” Kevan finished.
“But we don’t have a Beast Bell here!” Ammes was almost wailing with fear. “Without a Bell, it will be impossible to even hit!”
“Damn!” Kevan cursed. “You’re right! Bekii, do you think your Khorovod will be able to stun it enough to knock down its shields?”
Bekii laughed scornfully.” Mate, ah coul’ knock a Tortodrone out with this claymore.” Standing to her feet and moving to the side of the camp from which the sound had come, she readied her sword to smash into the monster’s face as soon as it entered within reach.
“It won’t work!” groaned Ammes, “Impact doesn’t stun it, only loud, low pitched noises will do that.”
“Like you screaming in pain?” Gorgo snarled angrily, shoving his Iron Slug in Ammes’ face. “This be your fault, I oughta kill ye right now.”
“Shut it guys, we have bigger problems right now.” Furty stated quietly, while carefully placing mines around the edge of the camp. “That thing will be here any minute, and you morons are fighting like women at the Bazaar.” Completely ignoring the venomous glower Bekii shot his way, Furty began to arm several Dark Briar Barrages, in preparation of the fight to come.

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Anger was the one emotion running through her mind as she dashed headlong towards those familiar yips. How dare they intrude on her Wood and steal her cub! Two years ago, the lone ‘thing’ had come to her Woods and made itself a small den. Since it wasn’t a threat, she hadn’t bothered it, and now this! But she would fix it. Those barbaric creatures would pay for what they did, and she would take back her baby. She raced onward, her roar announcing her coming.

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Watching the gang around him brace themselves for the beast, Ammes trembled. They were actually going to fight it?! His thoughts were interrupted by a faint rumbling from beneath his feet. “She’s underground!” he shouted, but he was too late.
With a loud crack, the mother Snarbolax burst out from the ground, impaling Bekii before she even had a chance to blink. Rearing up, the dark beast howled, with Bekii struggling to free herself from a spine on its back, even with blood streaming from the hole in her stomach. Ammes screamed as the creature dropped to all four legs and shook its head, sending Bekii flying across the clearing, where she hit a tree and died instantly, a fighter to the last. Thinking quickly, Kevan hurled a large pot at the vengeful parent, shooting it with his Callahan just beside the beast’s ear. While it was a good plan, his luck seemed to have abandoned him. It was the wrong pitch. “Furty! Get a Stagger Storm on it!” he shouted, trying to distract the Snarbolax’s attention away from the Bomber. Furty ran behind it, arming and planting a gas bomb nearby. When it detonated, the confusing vapors spread out from the explosion, surrounding the monster in choking smoke. After it cleared…nothing had changed, other than a slightly angrier beast. “It didn’t work!” Furty shouted over the thunderous growls, but he was too loud. With a snarl, the Snarbolax whirled around and pounced on him, biting off his head in one chomp!
“Just give her the cub and run!” Ammes yelled.
“No! I lost two good fighters getting it; I’m not gonna dump it now!” Kevan shouted back, pointlessly firing his Blackhawk.
“That’s not helping!” Gorgo hollered to Kevan. “We have to knock it out with something!”
“W-Watch out!” Ammes screamed, as the monster ripped up a briar bush with its mouth, then spat the thorns at them. The two Gunners leapt out of the way, but Kevan was too slow. He shrieked as three of the thorns pierced right through his torso, shooting out his back. Slumping to his knees, the band’s leader died, choking on his own blood.
Wide-eyed and pale with shock and fear, Gorgo dropped his gun and ran, stumbling over loose rocks and roots, but to no avail. Roaring, the Snarbolax shredded the earth under its feet, tunneling at high speed towards the fleeing Knight, then tore out of the ground directly behind him. Whipping its tail at his legs to break them, the beast stepped on the fallen man, crushing the life out of him.

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Turning and regarding the one remaining abomination with glowing red eyes, the mother stalked to it, enjoying the intense fear scent issuing from it. Stopping just a few feet away, she nodded her head at the box where she could feel her cub squirming happily, hoping it wasn’t too stupid to understand.
Ammes, almost fainting from fear, slowly stepped to the box containing what the creature so obviously wanted. Releasing the catch on the crate, he turned it to face the Snarbolax and dropped the side, believing that in releasing the baby, he had just saved his life. Unfortunately, the mother was unwilling to leave him in peace anymore. Ammes only had time to realize that he was about to die before was on his back, watching the sky grow darker, turning black, as his lifeblood sluggishly oozed out of the dozens of punctures in his body.

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Excitedly leaping about behind her mother, the freed cub yelped at a pair of Chromalisks in a tree. The older lizard buzzed back, pleased that the Ruler of the WildWoods had an heir once more.