I'm an "Honored Servant". Which means, basically, that Ash can make me do whatever he wants me to do (so yes, he can do what some of you are probably thinking, and no, he does not). Which also means that he can have me do whatever he wants whenever he wants. We're basically one step above being slaves.
And that is why I'm on my knees picking up trash in the middle of a huge open field right next to some really creepy woods at two in the morning. The funny thing is, I could have sworn that there wasn't this much litter yesterday. But hey, it's not like I'm complaining, though I would be if there was someone to complain to.
I pick up some candy wrappers and attempt to toss it into the trash bucket with a little more force than I intended. Not that it really matters. It is practically impossible to throw the damn things two inches. The wrappers just flutter to the ground. I pick them up, stomp over to the bucket and shove them in. Needless to say, I hate having garbage duty.
I walk around to spots that look like they would need cleaning, lugging the trash bin with me. I'm bending down to pick up a sock which definitely wasn't there three hours ago when I think I hear voices. I instinctively hit the ground, hoping that no one's seen me. All of the King's friends are pretty much complete noodleheads, especially to lowly servants like me, so I try to avoid meetings when I can. Luckily for me, the grass hear is pretty tall, so I'm well hidden.
I lift my head and peer into the night. I see some movement and hear a twig snapping. I keep still for a few minutes in the silence. I'm about to stand back up when I hear someone start talking.
"When is that kid going to be here?" a man's voice says.
"Do you think something's happened to him?" This time it's a girl. I think I hear what sounds like a… Pokemon? I frown. No Pokemon trainer in their right mind would want to be within twenty miles of this place. Maybe I was mistaken.
"Devin's never been late before," the girl says. Devin? Wasn't that the kid from yesterday? I feel a sinking feeling in my gut. It's becoming pretty clear that these people are involved in something that Ash wouldn't be happy about. And that means I want to stay as far away from it as possible.
"This is important. He'll show up. He's got all the inside information we need, and then he'll be free." It's the guy again. I shake my head. He's wrong. That kid would never be free, even if Ash didn't take him. You can never be free after this.
I tune out everything they say, because as I said before, I definitely do not want to become mixed up in this stuff. It soon becomes clear that they aren't going anywhere anytime soon. I start to back away. I figure that maybe I can just get back to my room and then in the morning I'll tell Ash Ketchum to go screw himself. Okay, yeah, I definitely need some sleep.
Unfortunately, I'm nowhere near as stealthy as I would be if I was not sleep-deprived. As soon as I move, they both stop talking. I hear the sound of some Pokemon barking. That does it. I'm out of here.
I get up, grab the container of trash and toss it in the approximate direction of their voices. And then I turn and sprint away. And end up tumbling forward straight on my face. Before I can get up and do anything, I'm jumped by a Growlithe. Believe me, those little dogs look real cute, but when they're angry they are aggressive. Not fun. And not cute, either.
Normally I would fight back, but I'd like to survive the night without having my face burned to a crisp, so I just lay there and hope for the best.
The next thing I know, I'm being pulled to my feet. I'm standing face to face with a tall guy with long light green hair pulled into a ponytail. "Where's Devin?" he growls. The funny thing is the Growlithe, which I'm assuming is his, growls along with him. Just adorable, except for the fact that I'm not exactly confident about my chances of survival here. So naturally, I say the first thing that comes to my mind.
"He's at this great big party!" I squeak. The guy's brow furrows.
"What party?"
"Oh, you know. The one they give every night. Real fun, you know? Death, blood, guts- the whole package." Okay, I'll admit it. That might not have been the smartest thing to say, but I blame it on the stupid King for making me stay out so late.
"Are you playing with me?" Mr. Green Ponytail grabs me by the front of my shirt. The girl comes forward. I can't make out her features, but it's enough to tell that she's female.
At this point all I'm thinking of is my bed and then breakfast tomorrow. Ash is mean, but the food is decent, especially when you've been out all night picking up trash. I'd have toast. With a lot of butter. I love butter. But in order to get the butter, I'd have to get these two ding-dongs out of my way.
I wrench myself out of the guy's grasp and elbow the girl. I'm not that strong, but I can tell they weren't expecting it. Not that it matters. The next thing I know Green Ponytail has a fist coming for my face, and BOOM I'm dead.
Well, I'm not actually dead, but I can't see anything. Except maybe those stars...
