THOOMP! THOOMP!
Something was attacking the base...
THOOMP! THOOMP!
Rocks fell from the ceiling of the underground base, one hitting Lupo on the head. "Hunh...?" she whispered as she sat up in her small, purple bed. As she looked up, the Pokemon nearly jumped. Was it an earthquake...?
Yes.
Chapter Seven: Return of Bilbo!
From above the Pink Army base were four dragons, four dragons who knew their plan. One of them, a Garchomp, had her palms pressed against the ground as the area around her shook, nearly demolishing part of the base's hallways. She was thin and blue, though not much else was noticeable in the night. Soon there was naught but a humongous pit for them to leap into and infiltrate from, letting the moonlight in. A stunned Lupo stared up at them, amazed but also terrified. There wasn't a super special technique she could pull out without any special conditions. She was practically defenseless in the face of these pseudo-legends, as they were known. Lupo ran away in fear, flailing her arms and yelling, "Intruders, aah!"
One of the dragons literally laughed at his reaction. It was a Dragonite, and she had a deep, hearty voice. "Even with a level one hundred on their side, they couldn't possibly win against us. Could they, now?" the yellow bipedal dragon asked cockily.
"Don't be so sure, Gandalf." A blue, red-winged one stepped slowly forward; a Salamence. "They defeated the humongous mecha and scattered its parts around a clearing. Everyone, move out!" The others nodded, leaping down with a plop but still on their feet.
"Lupo, I-" Pvt. Puff peeked over the corner of the hall and stared straight into the eyes of the red-winged one. Her immediate reaction was almost exactly like Lupo's.
The other dragon wasn't a dragon at all, but more of a monster. He was green and his skin was that of a rock. He was a Tyranitar. Peeking through another doorway not far from the humongous hole, he found a frightened, shivering Rhino. She was holding her covers up below her face, sobbing. Rhino's face just begged forgiveness, but would she get it? "We're just here for your leader. Stop crying."
"B-but-"
"STOP CRYING!!!" he demanded. This made her sob even harder.
"Frodo!" The Garchomp held him back and closed his mouth.
The Dragonite peeked into another room from which she heard what sounded like mechanical breathing, or breathing through something. When the lump under the covers didn't move, she simply continued with the group. Must be a dummy, whatever use that would be when the infiltrators are like us, she thought.
They proceeded until they were in front of Puffster, who was, as usual, calm and composed despite her rampaging feelings on the inside. "I told you, we prefer not to fight. We only use peaceful methods."
"LIAR!!!!!" The Tyranitar pointed at her dramatically.
She nearly gasped. "Frodo! I thought it was you and your dragon gang. But resistance is futile, and I will have to kill you...after you fix our ceiling and pay us for the charges."
"T-the ceiling is not what we're here to discuss!" the Salamence roared. Puffster knew he was Bilbo, and remembered when he was just a pesky little Bagon. Now he was a pesky little Salamene. "We saw your note in the woods. We know you killed that humongous mecha."
"And with the recording Smeagol got just now," Gandolf continued as Garchomp held up a recorder and smiled, "we have concrete proof of what you just implied. Which goes against what you just did two days ago!"
"You know, if you didn't just destroy my ceiling I'd kill you."
"YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A LIAR! A SWINDLER! A CHEAT!" Frodo yelled.
"I can do that, you know."
"Cheese!" Smeagol exclaimed for no apparent reason.
Puffster jump-kicked her hard in the chin, sending her crashing into the wall. "You need to pay for that, too.
But she's over level seventy... Bilbo's jaw hung open. Even I've greatly underestimated this Jigglypuff!
"You can't do that to Smeagol! NOBODY DOES THAT TO SMEAGOL!!" Frodo's eyes burned with outrage. "FOR TRUTH, JUSTICE, AND THE-"
Puffster caught his fist, her other hand behind her back. "Pay or...erm...pay."
"Fine! We'll rebuild it! And pay for it!" The Salamence was sweating like crazy. "Just give us a month! We don't have that kind of money!"
"Rebuild my base. NOW." The four could just see the pure evil brewing in Puffster's eyes, just waiting to get out and murder them.
"Alright!" Smeagol, still recovering from that hit, placed her hands on the ground again, which released some awfully precise lava from the ground. It only struck the area where the ceiling was demolished and the wall behind her. Soon even the random boulders were cleared.
"You have one week to get me one million Poke. Get it to me or DIE."
To Be Continued in Chapter Eight...
