Octus in a Mob

School. An education center for some, A prison for others. And to the very few, school was just social grounds to where a poke could hang out. For John and His group it was a mixture of all of them.

An average day at school can turn into anything. This particular day. Everyone was sitting in Tree. The Seven Pokemon sat around a large table playing Magic: The Gathering.

A brick crashed through the window with a note attached.

"No, Emrakul! At least it didn't hit Skithiryx."

"Uhh Sketch?"

He looked and noticed the brick was laying on the corner of the card.

"This is horrible!"

"Calm down. What does the note say?"

Kazuma read the note. "Meet us at Dog Bone Alley tonight at 7. If you don't there will be consequences. -Annihilation Factor of 1"

"Who's this for anyways?"

Octus slammed his paw on the table and Sparks flew from his cheeks in anger.

"Octus what is it?"

"There's something that I haven't told you guys..."

"Octus..."

"I used to be in a mob."

Kiwi, John, Kazuma, sanders and Marcus were all shocked.

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"You never asked."

"I'm not surprised."

"How can you not be surprised by this Sketch?"

"I kinda expected it."

"How can you expect that."

The Smeargle shrugged. "I guess i'm just used to surprising information to not have a huge reaction to things."

"Anyways... What will you be doing Octus?"

"I'll have to go of course."

"Then we'll go with you."

"Are you retartared Kiwi? You can't mess around with the mob. They aren't your average gangs. These guys won't hesitate to kill you."

"Oh."

"We hope you'll be fine Octus."

"I just hope that nothing bad will happen.'

"Later that day.

"Okay guys, lets head over towards dog bone alley."

"And why are we doing this? Octus said don't come."

"On contraire he never did say don't come."

"Yeah he did about ten times."

"Did he?"

Flashback.

"Guys whatever you do, don't try to save me, don't follow me, do not show up at dog bone alley, cuz if the mob doesn't kill you, I will. So don't show up, I don't want to see your guys' faces, I don't want to hear a word about you guys and if I do... You won't like the results. Got it?"

"Yeah yeah yeah whatever."

"I'm serious Sketch."

End Flashback.

"Oh yeah I guess he did. But we're still going through with this."

"Something just occured to me."

"And what's that John?"

"Why am I always getting dragged into your guys' crazy ass shit?"

"Because John. We're your friends. We will always do crazy shit and you're always willing to do it with us."

"Wow. I really need to think about my life."

"Yeah yeah John think about your life later, let's go!"

The six left out towards Dog bone alley. Octus was there at Seven on the dot.

An Arcanine, Golduck, and Trapinch met him.

"Long time no see Eightsie."

"Cut the crap Fire fang. What do you need me for?"

"Theres an assignment for you, and only you have stuff to do this here task."

"And my assignment?"

A Crobat walked out of from behind them.

"Your assignment Eightsie."

The six were on a low rooftop listening in on the conversation.

"I wonder what it is?"

"I hope he doesn't have to do anything really bad."

"They're mobsters Kiwi of course it's something bad."

"They leaned in closer and fell down in front of them."

Octus couldn't contain his anger.

"What the hell you guys?! I told you specifically NOT to come!"

"These friends of yours Eightsie?"

"Yeah.."

"Hmm, maybe they could be of use."

"Huh?"

"Take em away boys."

They lead all seven of them to the mob's house of operations.

"Okay youse guys. You Smeargle."

"Yes sir!"

"You begin makin' money?"

"You mean like counterfeiting?"

"Duh, nimrod."

"Oh, okay then." Sketch immediately began making hundreds.

Fire fang, Crazy Eddie, and Wallaby you gets these guys to handle the 'packages'.

"Gotcha boss."

"What packages?"

"Don't worry about it."

They lead, Kiwi, Sanders, Marcus and Kazuma to the back of a large delivery truck.

"Take a box then come back."

They gave each of them a box. "Uf! What's in these boxes anyway?"

"Coke. Now get moving."

"Hey guys do you think that maybe we can get a few after we're done taking these boxes? I'm getting thirsty."

"Kiwi. You must be retartared."

"They brought the boxes to a table where John and Octus were."

"Okay, good. Now Dunsparce, you're going to cut this here 'merchandise' hehehe."

"Octus what does he mean by that?"

Octus cut open the box and pulled out 10 large blocks of pure Cocaine.

"John, this is cocaine, and you need to cut it into individual kilos."

"This here block is ten, so... Watch carefully."

Octus pulled out a switchblade from out of nowhere.

"Octus! Where'd you-"

"Shh. Pay attention."

Octus poured out the coke on the table and divided the mound into ten equally distributed piles.

"Think you can handle that?"

"Uhh. Doesn't look too hard, can I borrow your switchblade?"

"Hell no! This is my baby, you can use my butterfly knife though."

Octus pulled out another knife and handed it to the Dunsparce.

"Here let me start for you."

Octus poured out the contents of the foil wrapping onto the table.

"Uhh... John made his first cut and then after a few minutes made ten uneven piles."

"Come on John. Those are horrible."

The Crobat came back.

"How's it coming along boys?"

John made the piles near perfect after another five minutes of tweaking.

"I think I'm starting to get the hang of this."

"Good to here, and you'll have this done in no time."

After hours later they were on the last box and the packages had gotten much larger.

"Okay John, this is the last box but it has the most in it."

"How much?"

"500 kilos."

"Wow."

Octus emptied the box onto the table.

"Hmm."

John cut away at the huge pile for an hour and half.

"2 more piles left before we box everyth aaa aaaa aaachoooooo!" The powder flew up in a large cloud.

"Kid, you literally blew through 500 kilos of pure uncut cocaine."

"I didn't mean to do it."

"Doesn't matter. Goons!" They surrounded him and pulled out guns and knives.

"Big wing, we could settle this like boys or settle this like men."

"What is youse gettin' at?"

"You know what I mean."

"We'll go get all 500 back for you."

"Really?"

"Yep. Marcus would you care to explain?"

"What?!"

"Tell them what we're gonna do. He angrily spoke through gritted teeth."

"Gentlemen... Good day."

Marcus grabbed Kiwi while Sketch, Kazuma, John, Sanders and Octus made their escape.

Later the next day.

"Hm. How do you think Kiwi and Marcus are?"

Back at the Mob's headquarters.

"Damn You Octus!"

Back to them.

"I'm sure they're fine."