(Just an old secret santa that I forgot about, then found, and then chuckled at and decided to upload here. Henjoy~)

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It was a chilly December day when Sampack, Super Snivy Bounty Hunter, donned his red scarf and set off for adventure. Just bare minutes before, his one-Mon office was on the brink of bankruptcy and chronic unemployment, and Sampack had almost given up hope that someone would employ his bounty-hunting firm.

Sampack shunned such silly and superfluous jobs for "Rescue Team" positions because they lacked the ADVENTURE and MONEY that a stylishly sophisticated Snivy like himself was used to, so he slapped on a new idea that he felt would become popular in the Pokémon world. He had handmade flyers and pamphlets and scattered sixty-score of them across the area, each reading "SUPERCILIOUS AND SNEAKY SUSPECTED SCOUNDRELS SERIOUSLY SLAMMING STRESS ON YOU? Call Sampack the Snivy, Bounter Hunter!" with address. Alas for Sampack, nothing had fruited from these flyers, and for weeks on end he stewed and steamed sadly, stressed and stumped.

But there had been hope!

Oh sweet hope that has such Snivys in it, there was an indirect job, a posting, a flyer itself with a reward on the head of a rough and rowdy roguish Regirock that was rebuffing all attempts at capture. It read, "There is a Regirock blocking the entrance to the Cave Passage, will someone please wake it up and tell it to leave?"

So here we are back to the present, where Sampack is slinging his silken scarlet scarf snugly around his neck, ready to remove the Regirock. The Cave Passage was a hop, skip, and a jump away from Sampack's office, so he all he packed were sandwiches lovingly made by his mother Serperior.

It didn't take him long to get to the Cave Passage. There, indeed, resting rather roundly was Regirock. He was indeed a precious sight to behold, snoozing so soundly and snoring, a soporific sight to be sure. Sampack the Snivy decided to handle this in the most tactful way possible. He sauntered up to the Regirock, and slapped him with his leafy tail.

"What's up, Rocky? Time to wake up, you villain! Out of my way!"

The Regirock rumbled, rising with some effort, and it looked down on the diminutive disturbance dogging it. It was a small Snivy that barely came up to its knee. This was unusual, especially because the little Snivy started smacking its rocky knee with a green tail.

"C'mon, you ain't so tough! You ain't scary! I'll bonk you!"

Sampack the super Snivy simply strove to slaughter the Regirock, whap whap whapping it with his tail as the scarf fluttered around him, the breeze billowing, his headstrong heroism harking all to him. He dodged, parried, turned, HA! Into the breach! Sampack lambasted the fool Regirock with all his Snivy might!

The Regirock watched as the silly Snivy smacked him again. It was cute to the granite giant, but thoroughly unamusing after a point. With a rumbling sigh, the Regirock picked up the Snivy by the tail, and hung him by his leafy tail in the fork of a tree branch. With a grumble, it then went back to the mountains, satisfied with its nap.

Sampack was victorious! His might had been so Serperior that the Regirock couldn't help but surrender! The smug Snivy snickered, celebrating such a sound stomp. Then it occurred, and he felt puzzled.

"Now how do I get down?!"