Altered Bonds Extras
Omake 15 — Local Dark Type Fears the Dark
(Best read after Chapter 9)
(Canon? — Yes)
Weavile's yell startled Golduck as his lantern's light abruptly turned off, the old Electric Gem inside giving up. The cavern Mystery Dungeon around them went pitch-black instantly. “Change the darned light!” his boss snapped at him. “Get your gem glowing and change the light, you nitwit!”
A strange undertone of fear laced his voice. Golduck made the red gemstone on his forehead glow up with latent psychic power, providing ample red light that revealed their third teammate, a Swellow, along with a sweating Weavile. Their boss immediately whipped around, eyes darting in every direction, before turning back to him. “What are you waiting for?”
Golduck slowly reached into their group's Treasure Bag, searching for a spare Electric Gem. “You're afraid of the dark?” he questioned.
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Swellow blinked, before taking notice of Weavile's behavior. Then let out a wheeze. “Pluck my plumage off, he's actually afraid!” he said, cawing out in fits of laughter that made Weavile blush. “Man, that's several levels of embarrassment right there! A Dark Type, scared of the—”
He began choking on his own laughter. Golduck too couldn't help it and put down the lantern, pressing a webbed hand against a rocky wall and chortling at the absurdity. Weavile snapped at him to replace the light already, but it only made his laughter worse, until the duck was having a terrible coughing fit. Unable to stand it, Weavile hastily took the Treasure Bag and lantern himself, swapping out the old gem with a spare.
The light came back in full force, drowning out Golduck's light. The two birds still couldn't stop their laughter. “Oh, shut up!” said Weavile. “You don't know the things that lurk about when you're not watching! We're in a confounded Mystery Dungeon, for goodness's sake!”
“A-a bandit!” Swellow hacked out. “A veteran thief, and he's scared of the dark! Ha!”
Weavile's face reddened further. “Oh, you are so never going to live this down,” Golduck rasped, trying to catch his breath. “I can see it on your tombstone, mate! Weavile, so terrified of the dark that he passed away in a pitch-black hole in the ground, scared of—”
Weavile's claws forced his beak shut, an Ice Punch striking Golduck's stomach. He hacked out from the pain, but it only served to give his laughter a second wind. The boss gave out a pained sigh.
“I hate you two,” muttered Weavile.
“He hates us!” yelled Swellow. “Dude, we’re so good at our jobs!”
As required of the avian bro-code, he and Golduck shared a resounding high-five. Weavile naturally punched both of them.
