In a small and noisy village, it was inhabited by hundreds of Pokemon, from all sizes alike.
One certain Pokemon on the smaller side was a Dewott, named Dewalt. Dewalt always got a kick out of pranks on other villagers. However, one day, that hobby of his would bite him in the tail.
Dewalt eyed the candy store. Once the candies were left alone, he knew then, that was his time to shine. Dewalt's grin slowly widened, as he moved closer and closer to the candy.
Once the candies were reachable, Dewalt's heart began thumping out of excitement. Just as he nearly had his paws on some candy, Dewalt jumped, as a yell had beamed into his ears.
"I hope you're paying for that mister?" A famine voice spouted.
Dewalt's head, jerked behind him, to discover a female Kangaskhan towering over him.
Dewalt gulped in pure fear. "Uhh, of course not…"
The Kangaskhan narrowed her eyes.
"Then why are you in the wrong zone of the store?"
Dewalt gulped, as he jerked his head, from all angles, searching for an excuse. After five of seconds of silence, Dewalt, was about to ditch the scene, but unfortunately for him, the Kangaskhan was on top of his game. She snatched his arms, dragging his body high into the air.
"You're coming with me, thief!"
Kangaskhan dragged Dewalt across the village. During their walk, many mons' eyed Dewalt with, either the death stare, with a frown, to show their dissapointment. They had now found Dewalt's true colors. From this day on, he will be known as a thief, and as harsh of a truth bomb that is for Dewalt, he knows that all he can do is swallow the pill.
Eventually, Kangaskhan took Dewalt into a police station. Three Bisharps appeared inside the police station. The Kangaskhan pushed the Dewott into the Bisharps.
"I'll be off now, have fun with this thief boys," Kangaskhan stated, walking off casually.
To that, the Bisharps escorted the Dewott to an empty cell. One of the Bisharps shoved Dewalt inside it, causing him to land harshly on his stomach.
From behind, the Dewott could hear the cell bars closing in, making a loud bang, upon deadlocking him.
Tears almost began bursting out of the Dewott, as his ears flopped. This was it, after many thiefings, he has finally been caught for his dark deeds. Like all here, he will now rot in this cell, until the world MAY find sympathy for him.
As the tears slowly built up in the Dewott's eyes sockets, he could feel his face swelling up. He tried to suck in as much oxygen as possible, but atlast, it became minimal.
At this very moment, Dewalt, has had enough, he couldn't take it anymore.
He gave up, as there he is, broken down to tears. This was it. He was done for. He is nothing, but a criminal at this point. And fear, perpetuated his lungs. Footsteps could be heard, as they could it became aware that those said footsteps were growing louder, and louder.
The Dewott sniffed, looking at the cell bars. At the bars, was a Blaziken.
"Come, we have much to fulfill, for your deeds," The Blazkien huffed, unlocking the prison cell.
The Dewott wasted no time in obeying orders, as he followed the Blaziken out of the cell for whatever the guard had in mind for him.
All that could display in the young Dewott's mind was his imminent doom, which has yet to play in motion.