Silver hadn't gone down elegantly; he'd yelled, challenged everyone to prove it was him, then scoffed at the idea that he could possibly care about anyone here when they were all pitted against each other from the start. They're enemies, they should be treated like enemies, and it's absolutely hilarious that anyone thought he wouldn't try to throw them under the bus. Now hurry up and step over my life, so that you can be one step closer to making it out of this place.
In reality, some of the more perceptive members of the group could see through his act; he's terrified of dying, of what's going to happen to his world, of what's going to happen to the rest of them, but he's not allowed to have any kind of peace of mind, is he? He made his choice. It's time for his execution. He drops his Pokéballs to the ground before he votes for himself.
A few Monobears (one in a poofy white hat and ponytails, the other with a yellow and black cap and a telling set of goggles) pull him onto an arena that he doesn't quite understand the significance of, but anyone with an ounce of franchise recognition should see as the all too familiar Pokémon Stadium. The ground is made of dirt instead of the typical green material field. Some 8-bit music (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=euJpDv4tIdk) fills the background.
Another Monobear stands tall on the other side of the arena; it's dressed in a long black trench coat and its face is covered with a black fedora; the Monobear is accompanied by yet another one dressed up to look like a Beedrill; the sharp stingers are present in place of the Monobear's arms.
The recognition is instant; Silver looks away from the bear based on his father and back to the ones based on his friends instead in time to see the two of them absolutely crushed by a landslide of rocks that fall from the air. His eyes widen more than he would like, but he doesn't get much time to react before a bunch of rocks fall down on him as well and completely crush the lower half of his body.
He doesn't get the chance to scream out in pain; the shock is too much for him to really process that his legs and a good chunk of his torso have been flattened, the nerves that should tell him he's in pain have been completely crushed. But there's still the sound of his own bones being shattered, clear enough to him despite it being partially covered by the 8-bit music for everyone else. It's disgusting to listen to, but he has a moment to realize that he's still alive, he still has a chance to make it out, and despite the fact that he's completely pinned by a lower half of him made useless, he makes a desperate instinctive attempt to crawl free using his arms.
The attempt and brief sliver of hope is short lived; the GiovanniBear and his Beardrill make their way over to Silver in grand strides, and before long, the two sharp stinger appendages are both placed in front of Silver's neck in the shape of an X.
He's allowed a moment for his eyes to widen before Giovannibear signals for Beardrill to move; the Beardrill pushes its stinger arms forward, into Silver's neck, and although a timely "censor" Pokéball emerges to keep anyone from watching the beheading, the 8-bit music goes completely quiet so everyone can hear the sound.
EXECUTION: TWINNEEDLE
In reality, some of the more perceptive members of the group could see through his act; he's terrified of dying, of what's going to happen to his world, of what's going to happen to the rest of them, but he's not allowed to have any kind of peace of mind, is he? He made his choice. It's time for his execution. He drops his Pokéballs to the ground before he votes for himself.
A few Monobears (one in a poofy white hat and ponytails, the other with a yellow and black cap and a telling set of goggles) pull him onto an arena that he doesn't quite understand the significance of, but anyone with an ounce of franchise recognition should see as the all too familiar Pokémon Stadium. The ground is made of dirt instead of the typical green material field. Some 8-bit music (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=euJpDv4tIdk) fills the background.
Another Monobear stands tall on the other side of the arena; it's dressed in a long black trench coat and its face is covered with a black fedora; the Monobear is accompanied by yet another one dressed up to look like a Beedrill; the sharp stingers are present in place of the Monobear's arms.
The recognition is instant; Silver looks away from the bear based on his father and back to the ones based on his friends instead in time to see the two of them absolutely crushed by a landslide of rocks that fall from the air. His eyes widen more than he would like, but he doesn't get much time to react before a bunch of rocks fall down on him as well and completely crush the lower half of his body.
He doesn't get the chance to scream out in pain; the shock is too much for him to really process that his legs and a good chunk of his torso have been flattened, the nerves that should tell him he's in pain have been completely crushed. But there's still the sound of his own bones being shattered, clear enough to him despite it being partially covered by the 8-bit music for everyone else. It's disgusting to listen to, but he has a moment to realize that he's still alive, he still has a chance to make it out, and despite the fact that he's completely pinned by a lower half of him made useless, he makes a desperate instinctive attempt to crawl free using his arms.
The attempt and brief sliver of hope is short lived; the GiovanniBear and his Beardrill make their way over to Silver in grand strides, and before long, the two sharp stinger appendages are both placed in front of Silver's neck in the shape of an X.
He's allowed a moment for his eyes to widen before Giovannibear signals for Beardrill to move; the Beardrill pushes its stinger arms forward, into Silver's neck, and although a timely "censor" Pokéball emerges to keep anyone from watching the beheading, the 8-bit music goes completely quiet so everyone can hear the sound.