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Funny Monkey! [WT]
POSTED ON Oct 19, 2023 2:33:37 GMT
"GET. IN. THE. BALL." Howard smashed the Pokeball into the Deino's head multiple times before the ball opened up and sucked the beast inside. Howard sighed and deflated as he slunk against the floor. His arm ached something fierce. That Deino really had torn at his arm.
"I'm not a Slowpoke tail, c'mon..." Howard sighed as he reached into his bag and began binding the wound. Surviving in the wilderness was nothing. Accidents happened all the time. He used the last of his bandages and sighed. "Great. I'll need to get more back in Lilycove."
Either that or pillage the Team Rocket clinic. That was in Sootopolis, and Howard couldn't afford to fly directly there.
"Ey."
Howard continued wrapping the bandage.
"Ey."
Howard tied it up perfectly, and sighed.
"EY, LISTEN TO ME!"
"GUH!" Howard dropped the empty roll in shock and watched it roll away. "Who's there?" Howard asked, looking around with his light. Arceus above, that voice was like a nail on a chalkboard. It was tiny, too. "Where are you?"
"Down here." Howard looked down to see a tiny Gimmighoul. Wait, how was it talking? Was he hallucinating? Man, was his college life coming back to bite him? Howard shuddered. He saw how Shred argued with his Pokémon. Was he following in the wastrel's footsteps? Was he just marching towards degeneracy?
"Hey. Stop thinkin' about stupid shit! Here's what we're gonna do: you're gonna take me out of this backstreet shithole and out into the real world. Ever since that asshole Chester left me here, I've been scamming Deinos and Zubats! He stole my business, and I want revenge!"
What? Chester? "Am I hallucinating?"
"G-gimmighoul...?"
"Oh thank Arceus." Howard bowed his head, before yelping in pain as a coin hit his eye.
"Yes, I'm real! You're not hallucinating! Take me along, and I'll ensure you make the big bucks! Well, dollars. Billiam already got a ride out of here, lucky bastard. I need my own way out. Hey, c'mere, listen..." The Gimmighoul's voice got even quieter. "I've got this incredible investment. Gimmicoin. Once I introduce it to Hoenn... Hoo boy, I already crashed Almia's economy, shitter that it was. You're taking me along, got it?"
"B-Billiam?" Howard sputtered and sighed. "Fine, guess it can't hurt."
"You just made a good deal, my friend. Besides, Shiny Gimmighoul are super rare! Back in Paldea, they're shot and buried under this 'Shiny Lock' decree that got passed by the Council of Gimmighouls. Millions of bodies. Goes super deep. The stories I could tell you about the Slowpoke Tail Industry..."
Okay. Howard was losing his mind. "You're not shiny." The Gimmighoul looked IDENTICAL to a normal one. He could deal with talking Pokemon. Shinies? That was where he drew the line.
"I am!"
"You're not."
"Am!"
"Not, yeah. Ow!" Another coin hit Howard in the eye.
"Whatever. I'm getting in the ball. Thanks for the ride, capiche?" Donald D. Dollars entered the Pokeball, and Howard stared at it blankly. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck..."
CATCH BREWING: SLOWPOKE TAILS
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