I always thought that by the time during my session, I would have to just sit and wait for anyone to stop here and even buy something, and oddly enough, i was getting impatient. I just wanted to just smash my desk and walk out of the shop, but Arceus knows I can't. Somebody had to run the shop, and the worst part is - Ashton and I are the only ones that work here.

The shop, known as "The Dewdrop" had been found since gen 3 and laughed and told myself that that's a horrible name for a shop. I'd love to talk to the boss about the name, but he would just wave me off like he always did. There I was, looking bored. Only a few minutes until my Sawsbuck friend Frostbite comes and gets me and then some excitement comes. Frostbite is actually a nice guy, but the way he handles any kind of situation scares me. One time some random Rattata chew d a hole on our wall and he, using all of his might, crushed the life out of it with his bare hoof.

I get scared, yes, but only because that's something Frostbite likes about me. He would always say it's cute and I find it as a joke, but then it got me thinking - is he talking about Torchic or fire types? It didn't matter now, not that it should. That was when I heard screaming from outside. Out here, in the silent and calm viridian forest, where nothing could go wrong, already had something going wrong.

First of all, I was kind of pissed that Ashton wasn't here since that scaly dickhead called in "sick" when I know damn well he just used this as an excuse to get out of work so he could have gay intercourse to with Sven and Earl. I remember learning this from my boss during orientation on how to deal with situations like this, so I hid underneath my counter and stood, keeping silent.

I was also curious to even find out what's going on out there, but there was also a faint cry flollowed with a fimiliar voice. That shrill voice, sounding like a cold saw blade, had got me thinking - oh no.

It's Frostbite.

This is how he usually picks me up, but this is also what got him banned from numerous stores. Even if reckless driving was one thing for him to do, it's also another to go ahead and massacre the living hell out of the Viridian Forest because that's literally what's happening. I was scared to even figure out what he's doing, but from the sounds of a chainsaw, a gun and then the smshing of skulls, he's sure pulling a Lynnae Lee out there.

Arceus, Frostbite I thought bitterly, still hiding. Can you get anymore violent? Police sirens also arose from all directions and ruined my ears until the door was destroyed, falling face first into the ground. My Pokemorph friend is perfectly okay with this because, of course, the police are looking scared while holding their guns. They trembled in their own tracks, afraid to trigger a sentient Winter form Sawsbuck.

Really, anybody who triggers Frostbite would get a very unpleasant surprise from him - either a set of broken fangs, crippled legs, bloody paws, or death. It's mostly death because he once told me that when he assaults someone, he thinks about his trainer while doing so. His trainer was a horrible control freak who once tried to manipulate me with his oh-so-precious sob story about his imaginary dead Lilipup, but that didn't trick me.

And the whole Lilipup thing? She left him for a real man. Apparently, Trainer Yale wasn't a man - he was a wimp because he left when he encountered Team Kräll. Literally. Omi's pokemon team consists of a goddamn ghost Dog. Only one! Why would you leave the battle when all you need is a simple pokemon on a higher level. "Bloom, where are you?" I heard his voice near my desk and I was scared, but then he looked down and saw me, picking me up with his blood-covered hooves.

"Dude, what the actual Distortion world is wrong with you!?" I hissed, wincing from the scent of blood clogging my face. "I know this is crazy, but it's only because my car broke down."

"THAT'S A LOAD OF TAUROS SHIT!!!" He carried me and ran out of the store, using his antlers to take down a few offficers. They all turned and started shooting, but are only missing me and Frostbite. I could here them calling for backup from a far away distance until their voices vanished, fading out into the wind. I feel like facepalming right now just from the excessive bloodshed comitted by a single Sawsbuck. I looked up and noticed we were getting a ride home.

"Frost, what about your car?" I asked him. "I'm a felon," he replied. "You know this!" I rolled my eyes and had to wait for whatever the hell we were waiting for because I'm not just going to stand here, in the arms of a handsome Deer delinquent. What actually scares me a lot though is that Frostbite was rumored to be a crazy loose cannon, but his Trainer made those rumors as an attempt to try and brainwash millions of people, including me.

However, we were actually just waiting on the streets. I looked up at Frostbite and he looked at me. "I lied. My car got taken and my drivers' license is Suspended and I think this furfag I hired is setting us up," he finally says.