Plan derailment

This world was different from home, it was cold, constantly snowing and too bright. Additionally, its inhabitants were all cowards that lacked the most basic form of politeness: Any attempts to strike a conversation were met with the locals fleeing from the "Monsters" or a (very one-sided) fight taking place. (If it wasn't stopped by Pheromosa first.)

But this did not stop the 5 Mon group in their quest to find out exactly where they were.

Said group consisted of a Guzzlord, an enormous creature with its sole motivation in life being eating. A Kartana, essentially the deadliest paper cut in existence. A Xurktiree, a large mound of glowing lights and legs. A Buzzwole, a Bug type who's main interest was posing, and lastly a Pheromosa, lightning fast but brittle as glass.

Since their arrival, the team had found something particularly interesting, an enormous castle that seemed to be made entirely of ice. The closer they went, the more aggressive the locals became, from what little information Pheromosa managed to coax out of them, the area was known as the Glacier Palace. It was filled to the brim with very aggressive Pokémon, and apparently a very powerful being called "The Bittercold" resided inside it.

And now the group found themselves at the entrance, two pairs of footprints were clearly visible in the snow, looked like someone else had arrived first and entered it.

"Alright," The Guzzlord bellowed, "What's the plan?"

"From what the local told us, the entire place is a maze, we have to work our way through it while also fighting anyone who tries to kill us until we find the stairs, climbing them will bring us to the next floor." The piece of paper replied.

"Easier said than done." Pheromosa said.

"Guzzlord could begin by gorging himself until he belches, the resulting smell should be more than enough to confuse and/or incapacitate most opponents," The Xurkitree proposed, "If not I can strike from a distance, Kartana can take care of the slower targets while Buzzwole keeps their attention in check, Pheromosa can easily flank targets with her speed."

A small chorus of agreement went across the group, save for the Buzzwole who seemed to be immensely focused, or he was simply zoning out.

"What's our chance of success?" Kartana asked.

The Xurkitree paused, raising an arm/leg(?) to its 'face'. "Estimated chances are 72.43%"

"Repeating?" Guzzlord asked.

"Correct," Was his answer.

"That's a bit worse than what we usually do." Pheromosa stated.

Suddenly the Buzzwole snapped from his trance-like state, "Alright, let's do this!" he yelled, and promptly charged into the Glacier Palace's entrance, simultaneously letting out a mighty war cry.

"BUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZWOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLEEE!!!!!!!"

Silence.

"Did… did he just run in?" Kartana asked, dumbstruck.

"SAVE HIM!" Guzzlord yelled, the Dark/Dragon type broke into its equivalent of a sprint toward the cave, its two tongues grabbing the nearest objects they could find and throwing them in its mouth. (Just because a friend was in danger didn't necessarily mean eating was out of the question.) Xurkitree following not far behind.

Pheromosa sighed, shook her head and rested her face in the palm of her hands. "The shit I put up with," she grumbled as she began her walk into the dungeon, following the echoing "STICK TO THE PLAN" and the occasional "What the FUCK IS THAT THING".

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"….Uuuuuuzzzzzzzzwooooooooollllllee…!"

"Snivy…Did you hear something?"

"…No, it's probably just the wind Axew."

"Right. Hey, look! The stairs! They'll probably take us right to the top and to the Bittercold!"

"…Ick to the plan..!"

"You heard that?"

"No..?"

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Kyurem fell down,  defeated, his opponents Snivy and Axewdidn't fare much better, exhausted from the fierce battle and struggling to even stand.

"Hah... Axew, we managed to beat Kyurem… we just need to reach the Bittercold to end this," Snivy panted.

Snivy paused, "Wait… do you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Axew asked.

Not even a second later a large, red and bulky figure zoomed right past the duo.

"…That." the Grass type answered.

The ground quaked, a loud "THUD" resonating each time.

"Before you asked yes I felt that!" Axew quipped in. Almost instantaneously after his sentence was finished a very small and thin… thing swooped right between the two Pokémon.

"HEYSLOWDOWNDUDEWEHADTOGOLIKE5FLOORSJUSTTOGETTOYOU!"  It yelled quickly in a surprisingly high pitched tone.

The earth began to tremble again, much more severely this time. Snivy and Axew turned around to see a monstrous being with four eyes, two little arms and two much bigger ones coming out of its enormous maw, doing its best effort at keeping up to the minuscule creature they had seen seconds earlier.

"HOLD… UP!" It bellowed as it ran past them, at the same time one of its bigger arms clamped around Kyurem's tail. The Boundary Pokémon's claws dug weakly into the ice as it was forcefully dragged away screaming.

Despite having nearly fought to death, they both felt sorry for him.

Next was a tangle of arms and lights that moved by hopping merrily past them, even its tone of voice was clearly distressed. "Do not deviate from the plan!"

The duo was now alone again, they stared at one another, dumbstruck, jaws wide open in confusion.

"Ahem."

The heads of the Grass and the Dragon type Pokémon turned simultaneously, instead of another abomination, they were met with the sight of a tall, feminine figure with a hand placed on her hips. "Move aside," she said softly. Both nodded and backed up, letting her calmly follow the others.

Now they were truly alone again, on the summit of the Glacier Palace.

"Who the fuck were they?!" They both said at the same time.