Sleasel Discovers Treasure!

On a cool evening, somewhere in the forest north of the Lake of Rage, a sneasel cuts his way through brush, trying to keep quiet.… passing by trees and soon coming to the place he seeks, a massive structure, a temple hidden in the forest. “If that Venonat was telling the truth I’ll be rich, rich, rich! Hehehe.” Sleasel proclaims while passing through the arched entryway into the temple. He is currently dressed in a black and white ensemble taking after a Gothorita.

Inside the air is warm and dry, and the floor is of soft stone,  soft against his feet. After just a few steps he hears a loud SNAP… dropping to the floor immediately to dodge a bunch of arrows headed at him. “Sheesh. Always traps…” he groans, getting up and checking for more. “Hm. Looks like that was the only arrow trap, which means there will be other types.” He smirks, raising his claw and pointing it to the floor, sending out a shower of snow, revealing tripwire in front of him.

Sleasel jumps over the tripwire and heads into the next room, quickly evading a few more of the arrow traps and another tripwire on his way to a spiral staircase. Heading down he comes to an ominous and strong door with Unown on it, arranged to form the words: “Do Not Disturb”. Sleasel chuckles, “Oh I didn’t know this was a hotel! I’ll have to come back when they are open.” He jokes, pulling a nearby lever to open the door.

He would be blinded for a moment by the treasure, a pile of shiny gold, with trinkets laying on top of it. “Heh, looks like nobody’s home.” He chortles, walking through the strangely bright room. He looks down at the treasure, breathing slow from the stuffiness. He picks up a handful of coins, and feels something inside. “Nice, nice… ooh, what’s this?” he drops the coins, leaving a gold ring with a diamond set in it.

Putting the ring on his left claw,  he says with a smirk. “Looks nice, I wonder what else they have.” He would reach for a few large bands, “Hm, a collar?” he questions as he unclasps a shiny, golden collar and puts it around his neck, closing it with ease. “Gah… kind of heavy.” He comments, looking at the other, smaller two rings, and sliding them up his foot.

Looking around some more, he spots the shiniest loot available… a pair of bracers, solid gold with a diamond set within the center, which he quickly grabs and puts on. While admiring their shine he sees something just as fancy, a pair of dazzling earrings, diamond stud with a teardrop-shaped sapphire hanging from there. He takes those into his hands, putting them on his ears with a grin.

Sleasel strikes a pose into a silver mirror nearby, admiring his new acquisitions, and taking a necklace from a nearby pile to complete his look. “There, perfect. I’ll get the rest in a big sack, and set up some better traps for what I can’t carry. Haha!” He would start for the door with a smug grin…

The door would have closed mysteriously, revealing more writing in Unown, in the same style. “Return the treasure, or suffer its curse.” Sleasel reads, keeping his smirk as he opens it again and heads out of the room. He continues out of the temple, but once 50 feet from the temple he would be brought to the ground… his collar having gained much weight.

“What the…?” he would ask no one, pushing his hands to the ground and bringing himself onto all fours. “Very funny…” he growls, heading on all fours back the way he came, until he adjusts to the weight and returns to two legs. He would also see an Aipom, swinging it’s way over to him with a dumb grin.

“Hey! What brings you here, stranger?” the monkey Pokémon asks, hanging from a branch. “All dressed up on a nature walk, toots?” he asks with a giggle. Sleasel rolls his eyes and puts on a feminine voice. “Oh just exploring the area, I heard there’s like a pond out here?” he asks, eliciting a nod from the Aipom. “Oh yeah, in fact I’ll take you to it.” Sleasel smiles, “That’s nice of you, lead the way.”

The Pokémon would walk and continue their conversation. “So, you got a trainer?” asks Aipom. Sleasel shakes his head, “No, I prefer being a wild Pokémon. What about you little guy?” He nods, “I do, he’s so nice. I like checking out the area while he fishes…” he says, telling Sleasel all about how nice his trainer is, before Sleasel eventually changes the subject.

“So, where are you from?” Sleasel asks, smelling the lake coming up. Aipom lets out a chuckle, “I came all the way from Goldenrod… what about you, toots?” Sleasel smiles, “Goldenrod as well, actually. I thought you were a little familiar.” He blinks, “No fooling? I don’t’ remember seeing many Sneasels, if any. None as pretty as you for sure.” He blushes and laughs nervously.

“Say… My trainer’s just got me right now. Maybe you could, you know. Help us against the gym nearby? You’re an ice-type aren’t you?!” he lets out a squeak. Sleasel shakes his head “Not my style, really.” He says, starting to walk again, and finding his waist grabbed by the Aipom’s tail. “Come on… help a guy out.”

Sleasel gives him a smirk, “Since you’re so keen on me joining… just try and impress me.” He smiles, having a seat, his collar still feeling heavy and the change in position helping with that. Aipom smiles, “I’ll show you what I can do!” he says proudly, releasing his grip before jumping onto a nearby tree and hanging from his tail, doing a few somersaults around the branch, bringing himself to land on the palm of his tail.

Sleasel watches Aipom’s performance, the follow-up a display of the Swift move, sending it upwards to bring leaves down upon them, and finally the monkey Pokémon would dazzle Sleasel with a shower of hearts. Sleasel would smile as he watches the display, looking down as he feels a warmth, his ruby necklace would be glowing… gulping, he would feel the Attract move succeed, causing a strong attraction toward the other male.

Sleasel would give his new friend some applause, smiling at him as Aipom blushes red. “Good show! That settles it, I’ll help you guys in your next gym, maybe even join your party.” Aipom gasps and wraps his tail around Sleasel, “Oh thank you so much!” he grins, as Sleasel looks at him, “You’re really cute, you know that?” he smiles, overcome with infatuation.