The Tragedy That is Tracey, by Dickfart

"Oh boy, what a beautiful, sunny day," said Tracey. He made it to Professor Oak's lab and he said "hi Professor Oak."

"Who the fuck are you?" said Professor Oak.

"Very funny, Professor. You know I sleep in your basement."

"YOU SLEEP IN MY BASEMENT?!" said Professor Oak, and then he German suplexed that motherfucker like BROCK FUCKING LESNER.

It took Tracey a minute to process the amount of shock and pain he was in, but once he had he exclaimed in a whiney voice, "Ouch, Professor, what was that for?"

"FOR SLEEPING IN MY BASEMENT WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!"

"But Professor, I'm Tracey. I've worked with you for years. We're partners."

"BULLSHIT! ALL I LIVE WITH ARE MOUNTAINS OF REGRET AND ASH'S FUCKING MUK."

"Muk!" said Muk, resenting that.

"But Professor. We were supposed to do dinner and a movie tonight. You can't be going senile. You just can't!"

"Hey Gramps," said Gary. "Who the fuck is this loser?"

"Gary, I'm Tracey. You know me. I've been here all this time!"

"Sure, weirdo, whatever. Hey gramps, did you hear that Ash fell in hole and shit his pants in the process?"

"Wonderful!" said Professor Oak, a dreamy look on his face. "Ash was always my favorite."

"Yeah, I know," Gary grumbled.

"Hello, you guys?" said Tracey. "Am I suddenly invisible? I've made my living here! I've learned so much. We've had so many wonderful moments. How could you just forget who I am?"

"Hogwash, whipper snapper," said Professor Oak. "Now why don't you fuck off while I bond with my grandson over how awesome Ash is?"

Tracey just sighed, walked out the door, and crawled so far up his own asshole that he disappeared forever.

The End