[It's the truth, he says, as if that were any better than being lied to. Maybe it is, actually, because heaven knows he'd lose it entirely if he came face to face with one of those things again, unprepared. Guzma's teeth grind together and he squeezes his eyes shut. All at once, he feels cold, feels the scars hidden under his clothes ache and burn. He wants to throw up...]

Pfft. [He snorts, his face screwing up into a bitter sneer. One? Please.] You can betcha that there's way more'n one of those things here - they don't tend to go it alone...usually they swarm.

[He breathes in, then exhales slowly. Tries to talk evenly, but there's a hint of panic and anger in his voice. Just what he needs, to not only give away one of his new fears, but to have it here, in this goddamn world. Prowling...who knows where.] ...It's called Nihilego, and it's an Ultra Beast, meaning it's a far cry from anything resembling friendly. Y'all are dang stupid if you tried to be friendly toward it.

It's a parasite. Grabs and latches on with them tentacles and injects a real potent neutoxin...poison. T'slow you down. And accelerate your base desires in that moment - fear, anger, hunger, thirst...they all get dialed up to a hundred. Dunno how you managed to cut its tentacles off, too - thing's a rock type...sturdy as heck, and they'll grow back faster'n you think either way.

My advice? Steer clear of 'em entirely.