Chapter Yveltal: Faster Breakfast
"Dedication is a void…" said the guy sitting on the lonesome rock.
"Aye…" replied the rock as it bouldered broadly.
"What is that?" asked the eyeing seeing-things of the mystic man Jet the Hawk.
The dude of mystery stood up and looked over at the approaching fellows. He was especially interested in the lad Sonic who was sleeping on the portable hammock.
Metal began to weep as the eyes no longer looked at him.
Charmy rolled his tongue into his Hubba-Bubba Bubble TapeTM and let out his fire power.
I had no idea, Charmes da Bee-Boy had flaming tongues like Heatmor from stinkin' Pokemon! thought Ray, observing with his brains.
"Yup, I totally learnt cool fire powers from my roommate life with Vector."
The fire made Ray remember the wedding of Blaze and how Mighty was still doing desperate questing for her. He began to tear up at the mere thought.
"This is totes bad…" said Jet. The guy of strangeness used his strong teeth to bite the rock. The rock shattered into eleven pieces and could never be reformed again due to saliva-weathering. It's science, baby.
"Hmm…" said Metal's newly acquired ab-life. "I believe this is a fearsome foe…"
"Indeed," said the guy and he removed the heinous hood of his purple cloak. He revealed the power of bird and bear, for he was two dudes rockin' total 90's splendour.
"Banjo and Kazooie…" seethed Ray, his muscles got radder than Jupiter skateparks.
"Guh-huh, baby…" Banjo snarled with a wicked grin. He pulled his breegull out of his backpack and charged up impactful egg dangers.
"I knew this day would arise eventually someday one of these days…" said Ray to Jet, Metal, and Charmy.
Charmy nodded with antenna-ownership. "This is totes a DOOMER. This is but one, but I can feel his energy swallow me up all the way over here."
"Can he be defeated, wise ones?" asked Jet, sweating profusely.
Ray gulped and stepped on a granola bar wrapper. "We can only hope, dudes…"
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