Oh god. Agony!
George awoke with a broken leg, shattered hip, and clown shoes. He did not notice the red nose on his snout. He looked around not seeing the Metang that ambushed him. Who'd even do that? To GEORGE THE Hero?! he cursed inwardly.
He stood, limping away making tiny squeak squeaks from his oversized clown shoes.
"I'll have my revenge! Even if I have to die!" George vowed.
Limping to the café, he waited in line. Some mons jeered at him. They are just jealous of my awe inspiring powers... He thought.
A Barbacle pushed past him in the line, and George fumed, intending to strike the precocious mon down for such a thing. Red aura exploded from George. He floated slightly off the ground, fur spiked outward.
The Barbacle turned, obviously in immense fear, trembling at Georges immense might and prowess...
Wha- what is he doing?
Barbacle looked at what seemed like a constipated Lucario, fuming and sparking with weak pink sparks. A few weakly struck, feeling not unlike that of a stiff breeze.
"Are you okay..?" Barbacle asked, with more then a little concern.
"I AM RELEASING MY FULL POWER!" George squeaked, the pink aura still weak and flickering.
A few mons seated just waved the Barbacle over, Barbacle decides to approach, still taking backward glances at the Lucario. Walking away from them.
"Don't mind George, he's a bit delusional you see. Thinks he is some destined hero and such, feel a bit bad for the chap if he wasn't so annoying." Some from the group give nods of assent, and one sips tea.
"Shouldn't we... Send him to a doctor or something?" Barbacles gaze turned to one of pity toward the poor Lucario.
"Oh, no, you misunderstand. He isn't mentally impaired or anything, apparently a psychic type checked him out and declared him perfectly well, he just... Really thinks he is strong and important."
"Oh... Why isn't he arrested or something? Public disturbance and such." Barbacle asked, a bit confused over this entire scenario, coffee forgotten.
"Oh, no worries, we called an officer, they'll just say there is some villain or something and he goes running off with them to the jail for a bit, a nap usually does him good. OH, look, our officer is here!" the trio respond chuckling.
An officer enters, simply a small Emolga. A slight grin on their face.
George scoffed, of course the Barbacle ran, especially after such an awe inspiring display. He thought inwardly. He smooths his now disturbed red fur. glancing at the officer entering.
"Ah! Officer, have you any assistance from I, George!?" George announced
"Yes! A terrible monster is invading the prison, we need your help!" the Emolga gave a nod and answered with a faux-dramatic voice.
"Then let us be off!" George did not notice the entire cafe chuckle at his exit.
During the walk, George took note of the surroundings, waving to citizens... They did not reciprocate, did they not see me?
They had arrived. A sheer aura of menace was around the prison, as though evil incarnate had awoken within the depths of the jail.
"Such a terrifying aura... Must be a very powerful dragon type..." George noted, squinting at the pure malice.
"Indeed... I cannot approach, it is up to you George..." Emolga shuffled forward, unlocking a cell. And hopping back.
George carefully entered, seeing IT.
"MY ARCH-NEMESIS, I'LL HANDLE IT, STAY BACK!" George released his red aura, it licked the ground around him, melting stone to slag. His foe turned, baring its immense, sword-like fangs. The malice instensified.
The Rattata exited its hole, eyeing the intruder.
"Come, let our battle be legendary!" George roared