I kind of want to chug bleach every time I see an Ash betrayal story on here. It might as well be a drinking game by this point. Speaking of trash..
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The Garbage Man
"Hmm, hmm.."
Garbodor hums as he combs through the pile strewn about before him, under the glow of the luminous moon. While all the gunk and grime is delicious no doubt, he often finds that the true treasures lie hidden deep within the scraps.
"Hmm.."
He uncovers a screwdriver, a six pack ring, broken sunglasses, and discarded lingerie. Of these, all but the latter go into the shopping cart. He is about to depart for the next can when he notices something sticking out the pile.
"Hm?"
Trudging back, he unearths a flashlight. Dinky, blue, and wholly generic, but no less grand in the eyes of the garbage glutton. He fiddles around with it for a few moments, and unintentionally turns on its light.
It flashes for just a second before cutting off, but that's all that's needed to catch his attention.
"Oh?"
Intrigued, he turns it on again, then off, then on once more, and he repeats this until he becomes convinced that a greater diamond does not exist in the current pile.
He shifts his eyes in both directions before hastily tossing it into the cart.