One-shot request for a guy on veepi. Short and not what I usually do, but I like it.
If it's the requester viewing this, sorry I couldn't post it on-site as well. For whatever reason I can load it on my DS, but not my laptop
Zimos was a strong, if vain, Scrafty. He had a multitude of skins, each dyed a with a different color and pattern by his friend Escher, the Smeargle, and enjoyed coordinating outfits. He always began each day rummaging through a closet that his trainer had made by hand for Zimos to keep skins in.
'What should I wear today?' Zimos wondered, going through a hundred different outfits in his mind as he walked towards the closet, 'Perhaps a casual blue or classic orange. I'm feeling good, so maybe I'll wear bright yellow to go with my mood. Then again, it's hard to go wrong with black. You know what? I think I'll go with- pink?'
He had opened the door and froze. Pink. All of his skins, all one hundred twenty-seven of them, had inexplicably turned bright pink.
"Yo, Escher!" Zimos called.
"Yeah?" Came a voice from another room.
"You do anything to my outfits recently?"
"What? Of course not. Not since you gave back one of them a couple weeks ago saying I that I needed to make it 'pop' more. I still don't know what 'pop' means, by the way"
Zimos had already stopped listening and went back to deducing.
'It wasn't Escher, he never lies; it couldn't have been Blayze, a slugma would have just burned my clothes on contact; it must have been-'
Zimos' suspicions were confirmed when he saw pink footprints appearing out of nowhere and heading for the door out of his room.
"Arceus Damn it, Magus!" Zimos shouted.
The footprints stopped and their creator, a widely smiling Gengar, became visible and said, "Don't mind me, just passing through. The footprints are because I stepped in a puddle… of pecha berries"
"Tauros shit!"
"Okay, fine, I admit it; but hey, it's just a small prank, you don't need to get so worked up-"
"NO! I am sick and tired of your 'little pranks'! I'm out! Screw that pink paint, screw your pranks, and screw you!" Zimos stormed out of the door. Or to be more precise, triggered the trip-wire that Magus had set up by the door using fishing line from his trainer's old rod, getting caught in a snare and subsequently hung upside-down in the door frame by his left foot.
Magus' smile somehow managed to get even wider upon seeing that his trap had worked. He snickered as he ran towards Zimos for a closer look.
Zimos wasn't amused, simply saying, "I swear to fucking God when I evolve I'm going to kill you all"
Magus laughed at the absurdity, "Cracker, you aint got no evolution!"
"Like hell I don't! I am going to climb up to the hall of origin and beat the shit out of Arceus until he gives me an evolution; that evolution will be big, super effective against ghost and poison, and its signature move will be 'slap-a-ho' so I can knock your punk ass to darkrai and back"
Magus sighed, shook his head, and raised his fist toward Zimos as he said, "Zimos, you are one crazy son-of-an-Arcanine"
Zimos broke the frown he'd had on during the whole ordeal and bumped fists with Magus, "Aw, I can't stay mad at you. Could you help me down, Bro?"
Magus went under Zimos and started walking down the hall, "Nope"
Zimos hung there for a moment until he realized what just happened, "Get your ass back here you dirty son of a mother fucking- you better put my clothes back the way they were and get me down from here! I know you can hear me!"
Poor Zimos.
Quick explaination of the nameplay; when coming up with the Scrafty's name, I wanted something kinda gangster sounding, so I named him after the coolest character of Saints Row: The Third. Magus has something or other to do with sorcery and seemed like it fit. Escher(first innitials M.C.) is named after the best artist in the world