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Watson


The Storm Montre
Owner: tarot

Age: 9 years, 6 months, 3 weeks

Born: February 19th, 2010

Adopted: 1 year, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: August 25th, 2018

Statistics


  • Level: 10
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 1
     
  • Books Read: 1
  • Food Eaten: 8
  • Job: Unemployed



the seconds felt like hours.


she watched, unfazed, as the small bullet tore through his skin, past his cage, and into his heart.
then time sped up.

"holmes?"

her hands trembled as the gun fell from her hands. "no..." she whispered, rushing to her partner's aide. as he fell backwards from the pain, she caught him. "no, no..." she chanted, cradling the dying man in her arms. "henry, i'm sorry--!! i didn't--!!" the sobs caught her words in her throat. no. there was no time to waste. she reached into her coat pocket, quickly pulling out her phone. "this is detective watson! there's been a shooting!! the location is 813 western avenue--"

"amy..." henry breathed out, staring up at her. his dark eyes seemed far, far away.

"baby, please." she hushed him as gently as she could muster. "it's going to be okay." she dropped the phone to press her hand to his wound, flinching as he groaned in pain. "you're going to be fine."

he loosely wrapped his arm around her. "it... wasn't... your..." each word he spoke was in between labored breaths.

she buried her head into the crook of his neck, pulling him closer to her. "it's okay. they're coming. everything is going to be okay."


"detective watson? detective watson?"
the woman snaps out of her thoughts with a blink, a smile forcing its way onto her features. "i'm sorry, what?"
the police commissioner meets her smile with a frown, handing her the file. "i said, i'm only letting you look at this because i owe you one. but i don't want this to let this get to your head, alright? this is too close to home. so soon after..." he quiets as she shoots him a withering look.
"i'll be fine, commissioner." her smile tugged higher at her lips and he gave a small and unconvinced mhm. her eyes fell to the case file. in big, bold letters it read:

confidential! subject: the mindcontroller.


i didn't think i'd ever be able to love again.
then he came in shouting about a case and took me by the hand.
... heh, i suppose someone has to keep him outta trouble.



Pet Treasure


Declassified SAI Documents

Pet Friends


Icarius
(shakes head but smiles) how in the world did i end up here with you?

Sleepercell
been ages, ain’t it? you look like hell.

Rhyse
oh great. it's dumb and dumber.

Nithael
icki, why do you only ever attract the weirdos??

Imperfect
i will bring you to the justice you so righteously claim.