"Hello, Welcome to the Fighting Galore Pokémart! How may I help you?" A short Lilligant, with shiny scarlet eyes peeked over the counter at which she was working. She heard the bell above the door that chimes when sombody enters the store, but she didn't see anybody.
"Hello..?"
A small thud caused the Lilligant to jump. A ten-dollar bill was quickly smacked down directly in front of her. "E-excuse me? Is this a prank?"
"I would like a punching bag and a box of bandages please."
"W-what? " The lilligant shuddered a bit then peeked over the counter once more. This time, there was a Tyrouge on the other side. He looked quite annoyed.
"I said, can I please have a punching bag and a box of bandages?" The Tyrouge snapped.
"Uhm.. Are you old enough to be- "
"Stop talking, and get me the items please. I don't need to hear your snippy comments. Yes, I'm old enough, and I am in a rush."
The lilligant began to sweat nervously. "Okay okay! " She runs out from the counter and through the small store, coming back to Tyrouge with a large and a small box.
"Y-your total will be 14..95.."
"I don't have that much. Is ten dollars enough?"
"No.. It is not. If you don't have enough money than you must come back later... huh?"
She was interupted by Tyrouge, who quickly grabbed the two boxes and the ten dollar bill.
"I either steal, or pay ten dollars. Pick your poison."
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The house finally had one piece of furniture. A dark red punching bag sitting against the wall. The box for the punching bad was torn in multiple places, as an attempt to make a cardboard bed. The box of bandages was on the floor in the corner of the bedroom, next to the "bed". I mean, at least it wasn't nothing.
Tyrouge sat beside the punching bag, letting it rest against his cheek. He was a criminal now. He stole the punching bag and the bandages. He also stole a bag of chips on his way out of the store. It was an easy snatch, considering the lilligant was terrified of him. She just stood frozen and watched as the small lilac skinned pokemon took off without paying. Pathetic.
Tyrouge sighed loudly and closed his eyes, slumping against the punching bag. A scraping sound began to make its way to Tyrouge's ears as his left shoulder pressed against the bag. He opened his eyes and placed one of his bruised hands on said shoulder. There was an extremely tiny, yet pointy bump right where he places his fingers. The everstone. Stupid Azumarill. All she wants to do is humiliate him. This is why you never teach an asshole to use a blowtorch.
Tyrouge cringed at the thought. That day was awful. There was more blood then there should have been, and everybody around was watching. Watching him suffer. Watching him scream out in pain as a stone was melted into his flesh. Tyrouge placed his hands on the sides of his head. The memories hurt, like a brainfreeze. Except substitute the ice cream or slushie for dry ice.
Tyrouge sighed again, and clenched his fists. His eyes began to droop closed slowly as his head fell down onto the side of the punching bag. He was going to sleep, and he accepted it.
As soon as his eyes closed fully, he was in dreamland.
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Tyrouge opened his eyes. He was in his empty dirt hut. The punching bag was torn into a hundred pieces, and the bandages were the forces that held him to a chair. Where that chair came from, he did not know. All he knew is that there was something wrong.A pokemon with a doctors outfit entered the room. Tyrouge began to panic. He was always afraid of doctors, with their pointy needles and tiny knives used specifically for cutting into flesh. The pokemon walked closer to Tyrouge, its blue ears and beady black eyes vidible behind the doctors mask.Azumarill.Two other doctors entered the room. One had bright red eyes with a pair of large, clear wings. The other, was a silver color, with pointy ears and fluffy neck fur.Azumarill's goons, Beedrill and Eevee.Beedrill walked close to Tyrouge, holding down on his right shoulder. He tried to struggle, but both his hands and feet were tied to the chair. Eevee walked closer to hold his legs down, and Azumarill walked towards his left shoulder. She pulled out a long scalpel, with a bloodstained blade.She placed to blade above the bump in Tyrouge's shoulder as he began to struggle. Beedrill covered his mouth so his screams were nothing but muffled cries as the scalpel pierced through all three layers of his delicate, lilac skin.ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Tyrouge woke up with a sharp pain to his right shoulder. Three figures stood above him, snickering eviliy. One had blue skin and long ears. The other two were barely noticable. Tyrouge jumped up and opened his eyes fully, only to fall back down to the ground in pain.
"Gah! W-what are you doing to me?" Tyrouge clutched his shoulder as a trail of dark crimson fluid began to trail down his arm.
"Oh look, our patient is awake." Azumarill snickered, Beedrill and Eevee coming into view.
"He looks so scared! Hehe! Tell him what you are gonna do Azu~!" The Eevee giggled happily, her shiny fur glittering through the light of the open door.
"Ah, You must be so confused Tyrouge! Why is there a hole in your shoulder you may ask? Well.. We thought your first everstone piece was a bit lonely. Maybe we coule give him a friend.. In the other shoulder? Hahaha~!" Azumarill and her goons began to laugh.
Tyrouge's eyes widened. He moved his hands and look over at the bloody mess he called a shoulder. There was a huge gash there. And it hurt like hell.
"What the actuall FUCK? Are you a psyco or some shit? First of all, how did you find me? Second of all.." Tyrouge snapped loudly, standing up and charging towards the leader of the three terrors.
The three bullies barely had any time to react as Tyrouge pounced on Azumarill, punching every spot on her plump blue body. Beedrill and Eevee began to panic as blood could be seen building on Tyrouge's fists. Beedrill screamed and released a pin missle, which latched onto Tyrouge's arm bandage and sent him flying across the room. Azumarill stood up, tears and blood mixing together to form a light red liquid. Azumarill dropped the scalpel and the three pokemon dashed out the front door.
Tyrouge sat up and groaned. At least they were gone. He looked around. There was a lot of blood. Everywhere. He had some cleaning to do.
Those bandages would come in handy now as well.