Author's notes:
Excerpt of Wikipedia
Swablu
Has light and fluffy wings that are like cottony clouds. This Pokémon is not frightened of people. It lands on the heads of people and sits there like a cotton-fluff hat. It loves to make things clean and to this end, if it spots anything dirty, it will wipe and polish it with its cottony wings. If these wings become dirty, it will find a stream to shower itself.
So I suppose Swablu couldn't find a stream, this time round?
Please review and comment. Its my first entry to FF, so do tell me if I've made any errors/mistakes. Many thanks!
Pokemon © Game Freak
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"Mom! I'm home!"
The young female trainer bent down to untie the laces of her shoes, and pull off her socks, only to lift her head again, to the sight of her mother. Her mother, standing right in front of her, a kitchen ladle in hand, and a frilly pale-pink apron tied around, though the latter didn't really soften the shock and immense scariness of her appearance. It was almost five in the afternoon, for god's sake! Who still had the energy left over to walk so soundlessly in their own house, so fast? Given that, I suppose her squeak could be excusable.
"Don't 'eep' me, young lady! I told you to clean your room this morning, and there's not a dust-bunny touched! Your precious swablu's probably in there, choking on the dust right this instant-"
"Okay, okay, I'm going!"
And she was off before another word could be uttered. Pulling open the door of her room, the girl was greeted by the most surprising sight ever: A perfectly clean room. No dust anywhere, quite contrary to her mother's words. Even her table was re-organized, books rearranged, by color, oddly enough. Regardless, this was somewhat of a small miracle to the trainer. Just then, the miracle-granter appeared.
"SWABLU!"
Swablus are characteristically blue-bodied, with soft white 'clouds' for their wings, with a white beak. This Swablu, however, seemed rather… Disheveled. For one thing, the poor guy's two white feet were now a tainted grey. The body was no longer that pretty sky-blue; It seemed to be tinged with patches of grey as well. As for the puffy wings, let's just say that they no longer resembled anything remotely cloud or wind –like. They were now a deep grey, and had multiple random pieces of junk stuck to the fluffy substance. There was an assortment of paper-clips, stray blu-tack, some bits of dried paint, an old twisted piece of wire, and other unmentionables.
Either way, this was one trainer who never left her room dirty again. The bite marks on her hands and the memory of Swablu's screams, when all the items were removed and swablu's body was washed, were enough to serve as a reminder.
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AN: What I assumed to have happened was that Swablu basically used himself as a feather-duster, and collecting all the debris along the way. I really need one of these at home.