Da na na na naaaa! I'm back!
Dranicus101: (Reply) Weeeellll I liked the outlaw idea. So there. The judge was … uhm, odd, to say the least. The random singing was a bored thingamadoohickey that I came up with just for fun :D
Also, 350 views! Y'all are amazing! I have no idea how or why anyone would look at this weird figment of my stupidity/randomness/idiocy, but y'all are AMAZING! Wingler, disclaimer please?
Wingy: Jaycloud7 doesn't own Pokemon, Pokemon Mystery Dungeon, or Gwant, whom belongs to Dwanicus101.
Do I have to say it? Aegothis's POV.
"I'm tired," Roman whined. "Grant, carry me." He flopped to the ground, wiping imaginary sweat off of his forehead.
"The only way I would carry you would be dissecting you and then carrying your body to cremation." came the reply from the irate Grovyle, who was hopping from tree to tree, slicing off unneeded branches. "And a stitch in the time saves nine."
"Works for me! And the only way I could do that would be to stitch up Palkia- oh." the Pikachu chirped, before being kicked by me.
"Watch out!" Jay cried to Roman as the tree we had been working on began to fall towards the unsuspecting Pikachu. With a roar, the smooth and now-bare trunk crashed to the ground, crushing him underneath its branches. "Crap. Does Post Town have any good hospitals?"
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"Hello!" the receptionist, a Cleffa said cheerfully. "Will you need to go to the emergency room or the ICU today?" Grant grunted, holding up Roman by himself. Said Pikachu had a slight nosebleed… as well as the huge gaping wound on his head.
"What are you here for?" I sighed, looking at the papers that she slid over the desk for me. "Height, weight, BMI, religion, eye color, what do they need his laughter habits for?"
"Hello? This fatty is bleeding to death on me here!" Grant snapped at me and the Cleffa.
"Um… do you want an autopsy for him? We have premium care to make sure he doesn't feel any pain." While the three of us (Jay, Grant, and I) spluttered at the idiocy of this statement, Roman apparently woke up.
"I want to be alive, thank you very much!"
"Oh, that's good! You're welcome! Do you have any suicide records?"
Silence. "Okay screw it, comin' through!" Jay roared, smashing through the wall and magically coming into a new and empty hospital room. "Oh." Behind the wall was an angry Lucario, a smoking Quilava, and- "Gotta go, bye!" Grant dropped Roman on the floor accidently when he turned to run, and a psychic grip took a hold of him. Cold red eyes met very scared red eyes, and the three of us ran for our lives.
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"I still think we could've taken 'em," Grant grumbled as we plodded back to our home in the Mystery Dungeon that had somehow not moved for whatever reason.
"It hurts mommy." Jay whimpered from my other side. I looked over at her and noticed a smaller pokemon attacked to her tail, Pecking it furiously. "Get it off! Ow ow ow…" I grudgingly pried the weird red and grey pokemon off of her.
"Who're you?" I asked, examining her curiously. The Tiny Robin Pokemon chirped and pecked me on the side of my snout.
"Nova!" it –she- chirped again. I was about to reply when a yellow blur knocked us over and into the actual dungeon. A very familiar yellow blur.
"Roman? What'd they do to you?" The Pikachu looked exactly the same as when we had left him- mostly unconscious and somewhat bloody. However, the wound was almost completely gone.
"Oh hi!" he said, pulling his head up out of the ground and spitting out dirt. "They just hooked me up to the electric chair, and voila, I healed! Great, isn't it?" He frowned and scratched his head, which caused more blood to trickle down his head. "But I need to stop this." He produced a toaster and a fork, stuck the plug on his cheeks, and began to spark, powering the toaster. He took the fork and stuck it in the bread slot, electrocuting himself. "Better now." The Pikachu tossed the appliance and fork behind him, causing shrieks of 'my saliva!' for whatever reason.
"That's… great." Grant said, confused about why he was in this stupid 'Rising Stars' team.
"Home, James!" said Nova and Jay, running into the makeshift log house we had been building. Well, Jay did. The Fletchling incapitated herself laughing too hard.
"Back to work, I guess." I said flatly, dragging myself to the random trees popping up.
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"NO! We don'twant to fight you!" Jay snapped at a tiny group of Joltik, who began shocking the Tepig. Two seconds later, fried Electric types flew everywhere.
"This sucks." I grumped, Vine Whipping another tree down. Grant shrug nodded, slicing it up into neat planks because pokemon.
Another two seconds passed, and I felt a Joltik crash into my head. "Jay, you have two seconds to run!"
