Characters: Ash, Misty, Brock.
Genre: Humor.
Shipping: Pokeshipping.
Notes: This is a recreation of a crappy one-shot I posted a long time ago.
"You know what I really hate?"
Misty Waterflower quietly asked this at a completely random moment while she, Brock and Ash were sleeping overnight at the Pokemon Center. She dropped over the side of the bunk bed, staring down at Brock across from her and Ash on the bed underneath her.
"Carrots?"
"Bug Pokemon?"
"Peppers?"
She nearly facepalmed from the answers her travel mates gave to her. It's not that they weren't true, but those weren't the only things that she hated! Well...
"Yeah, but you know what I hate more than that?"
"Well it could be Ash, but obviously-" Brock begun. He was interrupted by Misty's infamous mallet clonking down on his head.
"I don't know," Ash simply said, waiting for her to answer.
"I hate Caterpie," Misty spat, holding up her head with her hands. She made a disgusted face.
"Stop being...Pokemonist, Misty," Ash said slowly, afterwards realizing that didn't work. (Racist, Sexist, Pokemon-ist, get the drift?)
"They're just so creepy crawly and just...ugh! Never mind. I'll probably have nightmares if I talk about it more. Good night," Misty said with a dismissing wave of her hand, flopping back onto her bed to sleep.
Ash and Brock exchanged glances and shrugged, and went back to sleep.
...not before Ash played a prank on her, of course.
"ASH! GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF!"
"Hey, Ash...where'd you get a Caterpie from anyways?"
"Oh I have my ways Brock, I have my ways."