Unexpected Hostile (Filler Story)

The sun was low now, casting a soft amber glow across the garden.

Jimmy looked up from his phone and pointed to the table at the far end of the yard.

"Peeko. Fly up there… to that table. Then come back around from the edge."

Peeko blinked. Then with a sudden shriek of enthusiasm, he took off—

Running.

Jimmy caught him mid-dash by the collar.

"Atattaa…!" "No running."

Peeko flailed mid-air like a kicked balloon, then huffed and tried to hover. He failed. Hard.

Tumbled once, got up, tried again.

On the fifth attempt, he flapped with all his spark… and lifted.

Wobbly, twitching… but flying.

From there, it clicked. Each round smoother. Jimmy made him do it six times in a row—until Peeko, panting but grinning, zoomed through the sky like a blue comet.

"Tatataaaa! Dum dum dum! I am flyingggg!"

After four full laps around the house, he landed right back on Jimmy's shoulder like a feathered crown. Jimmy smirked and opened his phone, pulling up a video: a fire-type Whisp breathing clean, steady flame.

Peeko leaned in.

When the Whisp on-screen threw fire—Peeko copied instantly, launching a small puff toward the sky.

Jimmy nodded. "Good." 'Luna' his talent is as good as you.'

Luna nods in yes.

Peeko chirped, "Dum dtatatadum taa!" and unleashed more—little arcs of flame raining down gently as he flew overhead, looping and twirling like a dancer made of sparks.

Jimmy cracked open a nut and handed it to him. "You want more?"

Peeko saluted. "Tataa!"

Jimmy swiped to the next video: Fire Condensation Technique.

It showed the Whisp gathering flame into a sphere, compressing it tight before launching.

Peeko landed on the ground and stared at the screen, then spread his wings.

Jimmy squatted in a low hop-sit position, watching silently.

Peeko focused, brows furrowed, tiny hands extended.

The flames curled inward. Sparks folded in on themselves.

And then—a blue orb began to glow in his palms.

Jimmy grinned. "Throw it."

"Dumta dumtaaa… I did it!" Peeko shouted, lobbing it toward a tree stump. It exploded in a swirl of controlled blue fire.

"Very good," Jimmy said, feeding him another nut.

Peeko squealed and began flying again—looping, spinning, launching tiny flames as if writing his name across the sky.

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Just then, Brouno's voice crackled through the speaker inside:

"Jimmy. Someone is coming."

Jimmy's smile faded. He raised his hand.

"Luna. Peeko. Inside. Now."

He stepped in, closed the door, and waited. The bell rang.

Through the eyehole, he saw him—the same man the receptionist had mentioned.

Well-groomed. Cold eyes. Long coat. And something untrustworthy in the way he smiled.

The man didn't wait.

"We received intel that you're hiding something," he said, voice firm.

Jimmy tapped quickly on his phone and held it up:

"Who are you, and why should I believe you?"

The man's smile sharpened.

"I am the mayor of Veriyth City and nearby districts. I have every right to inspect."

Jimmy stepped back. "No. You are not welcome."

SLAM. The door shut in his face.

There was a long silence.

Then—rage.

"You bastard! You fucking bitch! I will kill you!"

Inside, Jimmy remained still. Calm.

Then Brouno spoke again, low and urgent:

"Hypnotic sound wave detected. Jimmy."

Jimmy bolted out the back door—cutting across the yard—straight to the edge of the field. 

The man outside gave a command:

"He's escaping. Increase the sound density—Sonido!"

He shouted

"Luna! cover your ears."

Jimmy stuffed two soundproof corks into his ears. Luna added a water barrier for good measure.

As Jimmy emerged with something in his hand—a small bronze ring glowing faintly—he saw them.

Three figures. And one Whisp: a strange creature named Sonido, humming with resonance waves.

He came outside from the gate.

Jimmy smiled coldly and dialed the police.

A man on the other end answered… and smirked.

"You're dead, boy."

Jimmy's eyes narrowed. "Brouno."

"Throw them."

Brouno's launchers activated, firing balls with surprising speed.

Sonido began deflecting them in rhythm—until one hit clean.

SMASH!

Sonido was knocked backward—his hum distorted—and suddenly, a massive cube of ice locked around him, leaving only a breathing hole.

"SONIDO! MY SONIDO! I WILL KILL YOU!" the police man screamed.

He charged toward Jimmy in fury.

Jimmy simply watched—smiled—and turned around. "Goodbye."

He went inside without another word.

But something felt… off.

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"Brouno," he whispered. "Scan. Intruder presence."

"Confirmed. Cloaked signature. Ghost-type Whisp nearby."

"Luna. Go. Don't let it escape."

"Onon…" Luna whispered, scanning with her glowing eyes.

Suddenly—a shimmer. A soft flicker of presence in the shadows.

Then—ZAP!

A streak of electricity launched from above. The ghost Whisp was struck mid-air and slammed into the ground.

It wobbled. Faded. Then reappeared.

"Bruno—stay. Luna—wait. It might be bait."

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Smoke from the frozen battlefield had barely settled.

The ghost Whisp twitched on the ground where Luna's bolt had struck. Bruno kept a firm stance nearby, his mud-spattered body ready for another throw. Luna circled once overhead, her glowing eyes scanning for any tricks.

Jimmy took one slow step forward.

The ghost Whisp blinked.

Then — vanished.

It didn't run. It didn't hide.

It simply faded, like mist under moonlight.

Jimmy's eyes narrowed. "Decoy."

Before he could speak further—

Ding-dong.

Another chime. Another presence.

And this time… different. Not angry. Not loud. Not threatening.

But sharp. Cold. Familiar.

Jimmy approached the door and pressed two fingers to the wood.

A pulse. A signature. A chill.

He opened it slowly — and there she was.

A woman in a high-collared coat, dark grey with silver etching. Her demeanour was unreadable. Confident, but not aggressive. Sharp black gloves. Piercing violet eyes.

On her shoulder, perched calmly, was the same ghost Whisp — now docile, swirling like black silk in fog.

Pinned to her chest: An Arcana badge.

She tilted her head slightly.

"Can we talk?"

Jimmy didn't answer right away. His jaw tightened. His posture shifted.

Then, low and bitter, he muttered:

"No. You people are the ones I hate most."

She blinked, taken slightly aback.

"Why? Arcana hasn't wronged you. We didn't—"

Before she could finish, Jimmy pulled something from his pocket: a folded, worn eye patch with faint glowing threads etched inside. The air around him shifted as he held it.

Her voice dropped.

"…Ah. Ahaaa… quickly—hide it."

Jimmy said nothing.

He wore the patch over his left eye. In an instant, his aura turned colder, unreadable. His right hand flexed unconsciously.

He stepped forward and spoke flatly, voice like stone.

"Now… you can go."

He was about to shut the door — again.

But she placed a hand softly on the edge.

"Wait. Just once. Let me inspect. I promise you, after that, they won't bother you again."

Jimmy stared at her in silence.

Then, without a word, he turned away — opened a drawer — and returned.

He dropped six tiny black orbs into her palm. Mini-cams.

"This is your sincerity," Jimmy said. "Take them. I've already broken every tracking system they sent. Burned every implant. So don't insult my privacy."

She said nothing at first.

She just stared — not at the devices, but at him.

Like she recognized something she wasn't supposed to.

Finally, she turned and nodded slowly.

"Fine. But I'll return. With a proper warrant. Be ready."

Jimmy gave a tired nod.

"Until then… goodbye."

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The storm had passed. The air was cool. The earth was wet.

Luna stood in the centre of the stone training ground — glowing with condensation and moonlight.

Jimmy crossed his arms and tapped his foot.

"Luna — ready?"

She nodded.

"Today's combo — Electric + Zigzag + Stomp + Water + Ice. Five-chain flow. Don't break."

Luna crouched slightly. Her paws hummed.

1 — Zap Pulse.

She fired a burst of electricity into the air, creating a ring of sparks.

2 — Zigzag Charge.

She burst forward, weaving like a bolt between cones set up in the garden.

3 — Stomp Strike.

She slammed her forelegs into the ground mid-run, shaking the earth and kicking up mud.

4 — Water Spin.

Her body surged in a circular current — cloaked in pressurized water.

5 — Ice Veil.

And finally, she released a cold mist — freezing her water cloak into sharp armor crystals that shimmered in the moonlight.

CRACK-BOOM.

The combo echoed like a drumline across the valley.

Jimmy gave a half-smile.

"Again. No pause this time."

Luna exhaled and reset her stance.

Nearby, Peeko sat unusually quiet. Curled up with his wings wrapped around him, eyes blinking slowly. Not sad — just thoughtful. His earlier joy had turned to quiet reflection.

He watched Luna with fascination, noting every turn, every pulse, every stomp.

Jimmy glanced toward him but said nothing.