I own nothing in this story even the crossover characters. This is just fiction for the sake of humor. It's been a long time since I last updated this story so I've decided to add some crossover characters I also do not own...so enjoy!
-- THE DEATH OF PAUL CH. 15
It was a warm afternoon in the Kanto region and on a hill overlooking Professor Oaks lab a Charzard was fucking a Pikachu...Oops wrong story... Anyway...Our journey takes us to a small area of the Petalburg forests where our poor cursed hero is making a small campsite for the night. After setting up his tent he makes a fire and begins to cook his dinner letting his thoughts wander "Wow this might actually be a peaceful evening...no Ass Ketchup and his little fucked up tagalongs". Thinking of said pokemon trainer brought up bad memories to our heroes mind. "I mean, what kind of trainer in their right damn mind travels with a piece of jailbait and a older teenager who constantly gets a erection everytime a female crosses his path.." "I bet ass has done been clapping them cheeks" Paul added as an afterthought. Suddenly a sound rustled from the bushes behind him making Paul jump. From out of the bushes emerged a tall man with wild spiky dark hair and glasses. Sporting a nearly trimmed beard and a goatee the man looked very out of place in the woods, but trainers come in all shapes and sizes so it didn't surprise Paul. "what's your name cunt?" Paul asks the strange man standing behind him in a hateful tone. Normally upon hearing his additude people just walk away shaking their head, but this guy didn't he just stood there silently watching Paul take his grilled fish off the fire. "I'm a lost traveler from another universe where we use a children's card game to settle disputes", replies the man coolly holding up his right arm where a device holding a card deck is strapped onto. "Riiiggghhhttt..." Paul replied with a roll of his eyes. "This guy is a total fruitcake, or a nutjob". Lost in his thoughts once again Paul didn't notice the creepy smile that graced the mans face "You asked my name eh? You sure you want to know my name?" "Well spit it out then fuckface!! I'm trying to enjoy my fucking meal here!!". The man simply continued to stand there with that creepy rape face smile. Suddenly a thought occured to our hero "oh fuck...why is he looking at me like that?" Suddenly the mans smile got ever creepier like a psycho who had cornered a victim. Our poor hero started having flashbacks of a large pissed off legendary dog doing terrible things to his ass. His eyes grew to the size of quarters and he began to slowly get up to get the hell away from the creepy nutjob when the man grabbed his arm before he could get the fuck away from him. Paul began to panic but was froze in terror as the man reached down to his pants. Upon hearing the mans zipper being undone and hearing something that sounded like flesh hit the ground Paul began having Vietnam flashbacks. "My name isnt important but you can just call me The D", Paul looked back and let out a horrified scream. Meanwhile in another part of the woods Ass Ketchup was clapping cheeks with his jailbait harem when he suddenly stopped and looked over to the squint eyed manwhore and said "Hey Brock?, did you hear a scream?" "Nope " the slant eyed man said and picked back up his magnifying glass and tweezers so he could finish his buisness to the sight before him. Also in another part of the world a day later a young man in a silver suit woke suddenly with a scream. "Whew, just another nightmare", "I thought destiny could save my ass but I was so wrong" muttered the poor boy as he went to go back to sleep until he heard the sound of a zipper being undone. "Guess who?", upon hearing the sound the young man screamed bloody murder. --
well that's another chapter. I have not done much writing lately so my grammar is poor at best. Even though it's a poor excuse for a fiction...please enjoy and reviews are welcome.