Boom shaka laka!
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With Passimian's elimination, Hakamo-o was able to actually sleep peacefully without thinking about him. It was like as soon as he was eliminated, a huge weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. They hadn't even interacted that often!
She was hanging out with Lycanroc and Oricorio, as per usual, on the following Thursday night. They had gotten an entire Supreme Pizza from the buffet area and were in Oricorio's room. They were watching some of the other competitions that were going on at the same time as theirs. They figured that their team could get some tips from more successful teams. With only six players, things were bound to be more tedious.
"Y'know...seeing all of these shows makes me wonder…" Oricorio, who was in her Pa'u Style, started.
"Wonder what? How all of these shows are still legal?" asked Hakamo-o. "Because that's what I'm wondering."
"No, I'm wondering why Giratina and Arceus approve all of the exact same shows," she explained. "They're all the exact same concept, but there's just different legendaries and players. Plus, there it's like the same legendaries hosting different shows and the same contestants on different shows going on at the same time. It's really weird…"
Lycanroc and Hakamo-o exchanged looks before looking back at the pink bird. "Uh…" Lycanroc started. "Maybe they've competed on them at different times and they're just now doing the episodes…"
"Maybe; but it's still strange," she replied, nibbling on a piece of pepperoni.
Hakamo-o set a slice back down on a plate before looking back at the television, where a team was at an elimination ceremony hosted by a Tyranitar and Dragonite. "Seeing these things is making me think about our own team's chances…"
"How so?" asked Lycanroc. "I thought we got the possible negativity you had towards us out of your system."
"No, I'm not being negative," Hakamo-o defended. "I'm just saying that our chances are very dependent on the challenges or dumb luck. We still don't know each other's' true skills. We just got lucky that Bewear and Pyukumuku found the shortcut…"
"Hey, if we win, we win. If we lose, we lose…" Lycanroc replied. "This game is full of craziness and unexpected results. Some shows even have hosts that decide who win or lose just out of spite…"
"That is correct…" Oricorio spoke up.
"Well, I think that we need to have a clearer understanding of what we're actually good with or at…" Hakamo-o explained. "We've won two challenges in a row and I'd like to keep it that way…"
"Wow. I'm surprised Passimian going hasn't had that much of a negative effect on you…" Lycanroc replied. "You're actually a lot more serious…"
"I said I wasn't interested and that moment of weakness what just in the moment", Hakamo-o solemnly explained. "With him gone, I'm not gonna deal with that any more…"
"Speaking of dealing with things, I hope Incineroar's doing well…" Lycanroc said genuinely. "Dhelmise didn't have to just completely out him like that. It didn't even do anything to negatively affect them. He just did the challenge in a snap out of anger…"
"I don't see why he wanted to hide his sexuality anyway…" Hakamo-o replied, folding her arms. "I doubt anyone actually cares. No one here is super duper religious…"
"He told me before that he didn't want to hear anyone's mouth if he got eliminated. He's seen reports and videos of people harassing other competitors who were gay on these shows; he didn't want to catch a case if he ended up beating them within an inch of their lives…" Lycanroc explained.
"He's a nearly six foot tiger with a muscular build…" Oricorio said deadpanned. "Anyone who trash talks someone like that for any reason is asking for it…"
"Well, true, but I think he feels like it's added disrespect because their community already gets hate from some intolerant people…" Lycanroc replied.
"He's a big boy", Hakamo-o replied. "I think he'll be just fine…" she said before taking another bite of the pizza in her plate.
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Incineroar was sitting in his room watching horror movies with a blank expression. He didn't know whether to be glad or pissed off that Dhelmise just outed him.
On one hand, he received another call from his fiance, who told him to try and NOT think about him so much because it may distract him from the game; he also told him to not do anything rash or cheatsy or there'd be punishment when he got back home. When he said things like that, it didn't help Incineroar think about him less, but he knew that when he wasn't on his mind, he was much more focused.
And on the other hand, there'd probably be a number of jackasses coming up to him talking shit and throwing slurs his way. Being on these shows almost always give you a celebrity status, so if he ended up beating someone's ass for talking bad about him, he'd be looked down upon and it'd cause even MORE negativity to head in his direction. He was very wary about that, but he always just said that it was nobody's business what he liked so he wouldn't sound paranoid.
With that in mind, he was definitely going to play the game his way now. With Passimian gone, he had no one to really talk to other than probably Lycanroc. So, here he was, watching SAW movies.
He sighed as he lied on his couch, watching the idiotic Pokemon fall for the traps. "How can someone be so stupid? Just pull the lever without leaning into the blades. There's a space!"
He looked at the clock and saw that it was approaching 11 o'clock. He sighed and decided to hop into bed. With his man telling him to not think about him, it was gonna be a rather uneventful night in his head.
He climbed into his bed and, instead of his usually naughty dreams, he started thinking about plans of revenge and destroying Dhelmise.
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"If I make it to the merge. Dhelmise is going to be the first one I get rid of…" Incineroar growled.
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Bewear was sleeping in his room, all of the lights off. After getting blind due to Mudsdale's persistence, he decided to cut her off and just stop talking to her for a while. He still liked her, but the sex was getting out of control. She wanted him every waking moment, and he was no longer up for it.
As he slept, he heard harsh banging on his door, causing his eyes to pop open. He had a feeling that it was Mudsdale. He didn't want her to come in; he just wanted to sleep. The banging got louder and harsher, so he knew that she was close to breaking his door down. He quickly got out of his bed and ran into his bathroom, closing the door and locking it before getting into the tub and drawing the curtains forward to hide himself.
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The door broke down and an agitated Mudsdale entered, panted. She used her muzzle to turn on the lights before heading forward and looking at his bed. Growling, she looked at the covers and started sniffing around for him.
Bewear had been avoiding her since Monday. He locked her out of his room and just ignored her presence for that past two and a half days. Not this time. The smell of Bewear lead her to his bathroom. She glared, knowing that it was likely locked.
She immediately turned around and used High Horsepower, knocking it down immediately. "Bewear…" she said, holding in her anger. She looked around and didn't see him anywhere. She turned to the bathtub curtain and used her teeth to yank the curtain down. Bewear wasn't there. She rose a brow. She already checked the seventh floor, but he wasn't there. She was confused.
She sighed before exiting his room. As soon as she left, Bewear appeared from a rotating wall, looking extremely confused himself. He had no idea how that even happened. It was like as soon as he sat down and laid his head against the wall, the wall spun around and he saw nothing but darkness.
He was relieved that Mudsdale was gone, though. However, there was the possibility of her coming back. Bewear sighed before stepping out of the bathroom and going to his bed. Instead of getting in, however, he grabbed his pillow and a sheet.
000
"Maybe I should've just let Muddy hate me…" Bewear said.
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Hours passed. Pyukumuku was in his room, actually sound asleep for once. He actually ended up waking himself up a few times in readiness. When it never came, he found himself unable to fall back asleep.
He sighed. The little guy didn't know if he should actually fall asleep here, or just go to the seventh floor and sleep there. He wasn't that good at starting conversations, as he always came off as awkward and the responses he got from others ranged from unsurety or annoyance. This was the same case back at home and in school. He could never really make friends.
He was either ignored, no one knew he existed, or he he was deemed too awkward for most people. He always tried his hardest, but it never worked. He'd even unintentionally made enemies with the hot chicks with big butts and some of the jocks at his school because he was always in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Here, Bewear was the only one who frequently talked to him. Passimian talked to him sometimes, but he got eliminated, so it was really only Bewear now. He knew that others frequented the seventh floor, so he was actually becoming okay with Bewear taking him. He was a bit nervous this time around though. Bewear hadn't gotten him early in the morning in a while because of Mudsdale, so he had to just go to the seventh floor himself and talk to Passimian and whoever else came up by chance. He was happy on Monday, because he was finally able to interact with him a bit more, and it was even better because Tuesday morning was when him breaking in started again. Now, it stopped again, and with Passimian gone, he had nothing.
He decided to try and watch some television to try and fall asleep, so he turned on the TV, and put it on Cake Wars. A few seconds later, he was fast asleep.
000
"My therapist says I have issues, but I'm not a comic…" Pyukumuku said.
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The time was 12 AM, and Togedemaru was heading to the buffet area for a midnight snack. When she entered the buffet area, she was extremely surprised to see Drampa sitting at her table in her chair, which irked her. This bastard made her shower with him, acted like a perv for most of the competition, and now was sitting in her chair at her table? It was about time for him to go.
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"Hey, if you think I'm petty for wanting him gone now just because he's in my seat, that's fine. He's had it coming from the very beginning though, don't you fucking forget it…" she growled.
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Togedemaru grabbed two banana popsicles from the mini-freezer before heading back up to her own room. She didn't want to talk to him; he served his purpose to her in the last challenge by helping her oust Passimian. Now, he was next.
Drampa didn't hear her enter or leave. He just stared at the salt shaker on the table in front of him.
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Drampa, dressed in an orange jumpsuit, was initially staring at the salt shaker on the table in the prison lunchroom. When he went to court, his ex-wife's entire family testifies that he'd been abusing Axew and cheating on her for the past three months, when he had done absolutely nothing to harm either of them. The jury consisted of mostly women, so he was found guilty and sentenced to three years for something he didn't even do.
The looks of satisfaction on her family's face was something that would haunt him for the rest of his life. The sudden maliciousness was something he didn't understand. He hadn't done anything. Why was all of this happening to him all of a sudden. He just wanted to know why. He had no family at all. He was an only child; his parents were only children, and they died a couple of years prior to him even marrying the Haxorus.
Recalling all of the events caused him to become irritated and angry, but he kept it in, not wanting to get in trouble. While thinking, he was toning out everyone around him, which in this prison, Unova Penitentiary, was not good.
"Hey bozo, you hear me talkin' to you…" a voice said.
Drampa ignored him for a few seconds and groaned before lifting his eyes to gaze at the Machamp before him with numerous tattoos on its arms.
"What?" Drampa asked abrasively, not in the mood.
"I said...hand over all of you food, before I kick your a-" it didn't even finish as Drampa threw his tray at the Machamp, inciting two Machoke, one with a face tattoo, and one with only half of his jumpsuit on, to grab a hold of him.
Drampa tried to shake them off, and wanted to use Thunderbolt to get them off, but the jumpsuits they were assigned to wear didn't allow them to use any type of moves for defense.
"You just made a huge mistake buddy boy…" the Machamp said threateningly as the other inmates started egging him on. The Machamp struck Drampa in the face numerous times before going for the gut, followed by the neck.
Drampa groaned at the pain he was given and tried to fight them off aggressively. This was just one and a half of his three years and he was told that if he stayed out of trouble, he could be let out early! He didn't want this to happen, but the Machamp snapping him out of his self-reflection over a burnt Tamato Berry Sandwich and some Apricorn nuts agitated him.
Drampa's right eye was swollen and his nose was bleeding slightly as he eventually blacked out.
"Take him to my room...that bitch needs to know his place…" the Machamp said seriously, wiping more food off of his face and wiping it on a Alolan Raticate next to him.
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Drampa was eventually let out of jail, at his actual date due to the lunch altercation. He had absolutely nowhere to go, so he ended up staying at a friend's house in his basement. He tried to find work, but his criminal record completely screwed over any chance he had. He took casual walks around parks and other areas. Any time he saw a child, a burning hatred built up inside of him. That smug grin on his former step-son's face when he high-fived the Buneary in his bed ate at him.
He'd never physically harm a child. Mentally, however…that was a different story. A child aided in ruining his life, and he loved that child like his own, so it was the ultimate betrayal. So...now it was time for payback...
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Drampa finally blinked after staring at that salt shaker for two whole hours. He yawned, but he knew he couldn't sleep. The shower with Togedemaru reminded him and his ex-wife unintentionally; he just wanted to traumatize Togedemaru, but now all of this was happening. He started reflecting on what he's done since that time. He's made himself look like a bigger criminal and has gotten on everyone's bad side over a grudge. That moment was partially the reason he volunteered to nearly kill himself with the fish in the last challenge.
The fact that only Lycanroc was willing to help him showed that no one cared about him; he knew that she didn't care for him either, but she was too nice to let him just die. He sighed; he didn't care anymore. If he ends up surviving another elimination, it'd be complete luck, but with the other three left, that wasn't going to be the case.
He decided that he'd been in that area for long enough before heading to his room.
000
Seven hours passed
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Dhelmise yawned before making smacking sounds. He floated off of his nail before freezing in his tracks and groaning in annoyance. Incineroar was standing at the foot of his bed, arms folded with a menacing glare on his face.
"What are you, my annoyed wife?" Dhelmise questioned. "Why the hell are you in my room?"
"Oh no reason…" Incineroar said before picking up mattress and throwing it toward the window.
"Uh huh...you sure about that?" Dhelmise asked. "Cause it looks like you're still pissy that your little secret about being gay is out. Which again, was stupid to try to hide…"
"Who told you?!" Incineroar growled, grabbing the seaweed by the shank of his anchor.
"I plead the fifth…" Dhelmise said, unfazed.
Incineroar roared and threw him, which didn't do much because he floats, and proceeded to trash his room. He threw the couch into the TV, breaking the screen. He threw a lamp toward the Sea Creeper, which it just went through. "You realize that this isn't going to make yourself look any better, you know…"
Immediately, Incineroar stopped and growled before stomping over to Dhelmise with a death glare. "You...are dead…"
"Yes, that is factual information…" Dhelmise responded. "And you are a gay cat…"
Incineroar tried to punch him, only for it to go through him. This caused him to punch his wall, creating a dent.
"Ghost-type…"
Incineroar growled, his maw starting to spew flames. Seeing this, Dhelmise rolled his eyes. "See ya…"
He phased through the ground, leaving Incineroar alone in the ghost's trashed room. He huffed before heading out of it.
000
"Remember guys...a hot pussy isn't always good pussy…" Dhelmise quipped.
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The sun shined through ripped drapes, hitting Hakamo-o's face; after a while, she woke up and found herself on Oricorio's couch. Apparently, the three girls all ended up falling asleep in the bird's room. Looking around, she saw that the ceiling and walls had claw marks, the television was off of its post, and the couch she was laying on was shredded, with cushioning being everywhere.
Lycanroc was sprawled on the floor with the pizza box over her face. The box and the floor had claw marks as well, as well as Oricorio's bed. She looked at the clock, which was still intact, and saw that it was 9:13. She stretched before turning over and getting onto her feet, popping her back. "Damn, those couches are awful to sleep on…"
She smacked Lycanroc's thigh, causing the wolf to jump awake. She groaned, holding her head before sitting up. "Man...that was something…"
"I'll say…" Hakamo-o said, gesturing to Oricorio's destroyed room.
"Crap…" Lycanroc groaned, looking at the damage she caused. "Fuck me…"
"I'd rather not, but you're gonna have to explain it to-"
"WHAT IN ARCEUS' NAME?!" Oricorio, in her Sensu Style exclaimed upon seeing what was wrong with her room. "DAMMIT LYCANROC!"
"Sorry…" Lycanroc said, sheepishly.
Oricorio groaned. "Thanks...that makes it so much better…" she said sarcastically.
"I'd say you can trash my room in retaliation, but it wouldn't mean anything since it's already pretty wrecked…" Lycanroc explained.
Oricorio sighed. "You're lucky we're acquaintances…"
Hakamo-o and Lycanroc rolled their eyes, as they knew her other forms considered them actual friends. "Well, I'm not hungry…" Lycanroc said, still sitting on the floor.
"Hmm, considering that you ate five slices of pizza...I'm not surprised…" Hakamo-o replied with a giggle. A few seconds later, her own stomach growled.
"And on the other side of the spectrum, you only ate that one slice…" Lycanroc chuckled, patting Hakamo-o's stomach as she stood up.
"Well, I'm going down for a bite…" Hakamo-o said as she headed to the door.
"I guess I'll come down, too considering that my room is wrecked…" Oricorio said, passing an irked glance to Lycanroc, who sighed. She then followed Hakamo-o out, leaving Lycanroc alone.
The wolf sighed. "I said I was sorry…" she said to herself before following them out.
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Togedemaru was sitting closer to the food, abandoned her old table due to Drampa sitting there. It was actually a good thing, as now she didn't have to move as far to get more.
Dhelmise phased through the ceiling and floated down toward the food. He had just escaped from Incineroar's clutches and now had to possibly deal with Togedemaru. He went over to the fruit and grabbed a few Pinap Berries. Togedemaru watched him, but said nothing.
Feeling her eyes, he groaned. "Why are you staring at me?"
"None of your business, loser…" said Togedemaru, looking back down at her plate and eating a crust of a piece of a cream pie.
"It is my business because you're looking at me…" Dhelmise replied.
"Well ignore me…" Togedemaru stated.
Dhelmise huffed. "Gladly…" he said before he started floating away.
As he exited the room, he had to face the glares of Hakamo-o, Oricorio, and Lycanroc. He didn't react, but he knew they were glaring.
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"Will these people ever get over themselves? Seriously, it didn't mean shit!" Dhelmise exclaimed.
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Pyukumuku hopped out of the bathtub and headed to the door. He wanted to just go see if Bewear wanted to do something before they were possibly called down. He hadn't approached anyone in their room before, so he was a bit nervous.
He noticed that his door was knocked down, so he was a bit skeptical as to what happened. He went into the room and saw the bear exiting his bathroom after flushing the toilet.
He accidentally stepped on his back, causing him a bit of pain. He lifted his foot up and saw Pyukumuku looking up at him.
"Hi…" he waved.
Bewear waved back and picked him up before putting him on his head. "Why're you here? I thought you didn't like approaching people…"
"I'm trying…" he said. "Still a bit scary, though. I mean, I can talk to them, but just starting the conversation makes me feel weird."
"Okay…"
"CONTESTANTS! YOUR CHALLENGE BEGINS IN THIRTY MINUTES!" they heard from the speakers.
"So, what's been going on with you and Mudsdale?"
"I don't want talk about it…" Bewear replied.
"Oh…" he replied. "Um...well…"
The two remained in silence as Bewear strolled down the hallway with him still on his head. The two entered the elevator and Bewear hit the seventh floor button.
They went up exactly one floor before stopping. The elevator opened, and wouldn't you know it? Mudsdale was on the opposite side. Upon seeing Bewear, she tackled him, pinning him against the back wall with an angry glare.
"Bewear…"
Bewear walked forward while pushing her back, not saying a word. "No," he said sternly before going back into the elevator. Mudsdale blinked, unsure about what just transpired.
She growled and charged back at the elevator as Bewear held the 'close door' button. The elevator doors closed causing her to nearly break through the elevator doors.
She was able to stop herself and growled.
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"WHY WON'T HE TALK TO ME?!" Mudsdale blustered furiously. "If it's about the blindness thing, he needs to get over it! A girl has needs!"
"Wow...I sound like a bitch…" Mudsdale said, disappointedly. "What's going on?!" she exclaimed angrily.
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Bewear and Pyukumuku made it to the seventh floor, with Pyukumuku being a bit confused as to what was going on between Bewear and Mudsdale. He knew that they had some sort of sexual relationship, but it was strange for Bewear to push her away after practically obsessing about her when they first got there.
Bewear walked over to the weights, putting the Sea Cucumber Pokemon on the weight stand. "Um...Bewear? What's going on with you and Mudsdale?"
Bewear turned to him. "Muddy is needy and it's exhausting", he replied. "It was fun. But then it started getting too much, then I ended up getting blind. I don't wanna do it anymore. I want break, but Muddy is persistent…"
"Oh...you experienced vasoconstriction…" Pyukumuku explained rather smartly. "Strenuous activity made your blood vessels constrict and made your blood pressure rise. The constriction made you blind…"
Bewear was confused as to how he knew that. "Are you a doctor?"
"Nope", Pyukumuku said cheerily. "When you've got no friends but ample access to technology, you Sliggoogle things…and other weird things pop up."
"Sounds depressing…" Bewear replied.
"It is…" Pyukumuku said with his same tone, though this time it was a bit sadder. "But...it happens…"
Bewear prepared to grab a weight, but his stomach rumbled, stopping him. He sighed.
"Ya hungry?"
In response, Bewear picked him up, placed him on his head, and went back to the elevator. One of the sets of doors opened, revealing Mudsdale. The other elevator doors opened and they entered as Mudsdale exited her elevator. She saw them go into that elevator and entered it with them before the doors closed.
"Oh boy…" Pyukumuku thought to himself.
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Drampa returned to the buffet area in order to grab a few bananas before heading to the lobby. He saw Togedemaru there and looked down. All of his reminiscing made him feel like the scum of the earth, so he decided to apologize. He had a feeling that she wouldn't accept it, but at least he'd feel better about himself.
He slithered up to the Roly-Poly Pokemon, who glared at him as he came up. "Look, I...I just want to say that I'm sorry about the shower thing and...whatever else I did that may have disturbed you and the others. I know you're probably not gonna accept it, but I just wanted you to know…" he said before slithering toward the fruit.
Togedemaru was confused. Had he just apologized? That didn't help anything. She was still gonna get rid of him next.
She looked at the clock above the door and saw that it was 9:54. She stood up and started heading out. Shortly after, Drampa followed.
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Solgaleo waited for all of the competitors to come down. When they were all there, he put on a fake smirk.
"Alright, now that you're all here, let's head to the ferry", said Solgaleo.
"What's the point of us riding the ferry if you can just teleport us?" asked Dhelmise.
"WHY do you insist on fucking with our fun!?" Oricorio exclaimed.
"Practicality…"
"Fuck that!"
"Well, why don't YOU just phase out of here and teleport yourself to Melemele…" Solgaleo suggested. "The rest of us are going by the ferry…"
When given the option, Dhelmise remained quiet.
"Exactly…" Solgaleo replied. "Now, come on…"
They all left the hotel and headed down to the ferry terminal. Once they got there, so did the ferry.
"Right on time…" Solgaleo commented as the ferry stopped at the end of the road and lowered the ramp.
Before the contestants got a chance to walk forward, they found themselves being grabbed and injected with needles by Grumpigs.
They then teleported away, leaving all of the competitors groggy.
"What the...hell was th-" Hakamo-o couldn't finish as she dropped, followed by the others.
Solgaleo chuckled before shaking his head. "This should be interesting…"
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Oricorio woke up in a dimly lit room. She was chained to a table in the center of the room, with a metal headband with numerous nails around it on her head.
"What the heck is this?!" she exclaimed. As she tried to get her chains off. She knew using Flying-type moves would be futile since they were most likely steel. "What the hell is happening?!"
Little did she know, every other contestants was in a predicament of his or her own.
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Lycanroc had on a collar attached to a chain that led to a large snow blower.
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Hakamo-o had a noose around her neck as she stood on a completely paneled floor.
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Pyukumuku was superglued to the front of a conveyor belt with a crushing mechanism on the top and at the very end of it.
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Dhelmise had ghost-resistant chains around his body as he floated on a rectangular figure.
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Bewear and Mudsdale were in the same box, much to Mudsdale's happiness and Bewear's dismay. Bewear had on a metal helmet that rendered him unable to see, while Mudsdale had on something that resembled a metal diaper.
They were on opposing sides of the room, and Mudsdale was shackled where she was standing, so she couldn't move. The floor was practically nonexistent, with planks lined across that led to different parts of the room.
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Incineroar was attached to a machine that had two sets of spikes on either side of his body. His arms were encased in cement, rendering them useless.
There was also a television across from him that had wires that led to the machine.
"Fuck me…"
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Togedemaru was strapped to a chair, unable to move or even rip the strap with her spikes. She was sitting at a table with a large plate in front of her. There was a cover over it, though, so she didn't know what was underneath it.
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Drampa was strapped to a machine that had his neck, head, body, arms, and tail separated by braces. There was sharp needles in each part, causing him to become extremely anxious.
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"CONTESTANTS! WELCOME TO YOUR FIRST CHALLENGE!" they all heard from inside their rooms, thanks to speakers that were hanging in corners.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON, YOU PSYCHO?!" Dhelmise exclaimed from his room.
"I WAS ABOUT TO EXPLAIN THAT DHELMISE, SO SHUT IT!" Solgaleo exclaimed. "NOW, AFTER SEEING THE SAW SERIES FOR THE FIRST TIME YESTERDAY, I DECIDED TO DEDICATE THE FIRST CHALLENGE TO THAT."
"ARE YOU INSANE!?" Mudsdale exclaimed from her and Bewear's room. "THOSE KINDS OF THINGS ARE DEADLY!"
"Don't worry, we don't wanna be sued, so you won't be SEVERELY injured…"
"But we still get injured, though...great…" Incineroar muttered from his room.
"NOW, LIKE THE SAW SERIES, YOU ARE ALL IN YOUR OWN TRAPS BECAUSE YOU EACH HAVE YOUR OWN PERSONAL ISSUES AND YOUR GOAL IS TO, WELL, ESCAPE!"
"Obviously…" Togedemaru muttered, rolling her eyes.
"INSIDE OF EACH ROOM IS A TAPE RECORDER THAT WILL START PLAYING WHEN THE CHALLENGE BEGINS! DO YOUR BEST TO FOLLOW THE INSTRUCTIONS AND DON'T LET YOUR PERSONAL GREED OR ANYTHING HINDER YOU. THE FIRST TEAM WHO GETS ALL OF THEIR PLAYERS FREE FROM THEIR TRAPS WILL WIN THE ADVANTAGE IN THE SECOND CHALLENGE!"
"Wait, what happens if we fail?!" Lycanroc exclaimed.
"EVERYTHING RESETS AND YOU MUST GO THROUGH IT AGAIN! SOME OF YOUR TRAPS ARE EXTREMELY PAINFUL, TOO, SO TRY YOUR BEST BECAUSE THE CHALLENGE BEGINS...NOW!"
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"Hello Pyukumuku…" a voice sounding like a hoarse Solgaleo started from the tape recorder. "I wanna play a game…"
"Um...okay", Pyukumuku replied. "What kind of-"
"You are here because of your pushover personality and all around joy towards everything perceived as sad and dangerous. Your lack of a backbone renders you incapable of expressing your true emotions and feelings…so we're gonna see if this little experience helps you out..."
"As you can see, there are levers on either side of your conveyor belt. One increases the speed of the conveyor belt...the other stops it. But, there's a catch. Both levers are electrified, and it takes ten whole seconds for it to fully make its way across. You'd better pick wisely or risk being crushed under the weight of your persona."
Pyukumuku looked confused.
"It starts now."
Suddenly, the conveyor belt began rolling and the crushing mechanism began. His eyes widened. He looked at the two levers back and forth before grabbing the one to the left. 10,000 volts of electricity coursed through him upon him grasping the lever.
After ten seconds, the lever moved and the conveyor belt stopped. He looked around and attempted to move; looking down, he saw that the glue was gone.
"Hooray!"
000
"WHAT?!" Solgaleo roared, watching the footage. "That literally took no time at all for him!"
"Well sir, he did say that he high pain tolerance in his audition…" an Alolan Rattata intern said.
Solgaleo groaned as he saw Pyukumuku hop to the door in his room.
000
"Hello Mudsdale...Bewear…" the same voice spoke in the tape recording. "I wanna play a game. You twos sexual activity has given you poor reputations from viewers...and the pure amount that you take part in is truly sickening, so sickening that Bewear was blinded by it…"
Mudsdale looked down before looking at Bewear, who was looking around, the helmet covering his face.
"You started strong, but became overshadowed by lust for Bewear after he sexually assaulted you…" the tape continued. "This is the time for you to regain control. On Bewear's head is a helmet that renders his sight useless, and around your hindquarters is a makeshift chastity belt."
Mudsdale looked back at the diaper-like contraption in shock.
"The belt has a very interesting function. It vibrates...so the wearer still gets a bit of pleasure from it…"
"What the hell?!"
"In front of you, you see planks and under the planks...is a pit of bear traps. To the right of you, the planks lead to a box with a key inside. This key unlocks your shackles and frees you. To the left, you see a condom box and another key. This key...unlocks your chastity belt…"
Mudsdale's eyes widened upon hearing that and she got a bit excited.
"The final plank leads to you. You are in control. Which path do you guide him toward? You have five minutes to complete this and get out before both of you are dropped into the pit…"
Mudsdale's eyes widened.
"So which is it? Your lust...or your freedom? Choose wisely…"
The time, which suddenly appeared on the wall, began counting down.
"Oh shit!"
000
"Hello Lycanroc…" the she wolf heard. She looked to the left wall and saw a tape recorder taped to the wall. "I wanna play a game…"
"Yeah yeah...I already know about the movies…" Lycanroc started as the tape continued, starting to yank on her chain and stare at the blades of the snow blower.
"...your wild nature and voluptuous actions cause you to be seen as a slut. Sluts like to grind, right?"
"Hardy har har…" Lycanroc said, rolling her eyes with a smile as she walked to the tape recorder with her arms folded.
"Your goal? To the right of you…"
A light shined to her right, and she turned around to see it.
There was a pit. Going over to it, she looked inside and saw numerous pieces of broken glass.
"...is a pit filled with glass. The key to unlock your collar is somewhere inside of that pit. You will have 3 minutes to look inside before the chain around your neck drags you into the blades…"
Lycanroc groaned as she raked her mane back in nervousness.
"Live or be injured...your choice…"
A clock appeared, with the three minutes already ticking down.
"Fuck me!" she exclaimed. She looked down at the glass pit and back at the clock before taking in a breath. She sat down and dangled her legs into the pit before slowly lowering herself inside.
She stepped on the glass, wincing as she had to dig through the jagged pieces to find the key. The chain was fairly loose at the moment, but she knew that she needed to be fast to avoid having to go through all of this again. The glass already felt awful, and she knew that the blades were going to be worse.
She started digging more and more as the time ticked down, cutting her paws and knees in the process. The cuts weren't that deep at first, but as she went deeper from throwing glass around, things started to actually hurt.
The chain was being tugged by the rotating blades, starting to actually pull her back upon the clock reaching 2 minutes. She continued trying to search through the glass as was pulled to the side of the pit and dragged up and out of it.
"Fuck!" she exclaimed as she picked up a piece of nearby glass and attempted to use it to unhook the chain. It didn't work, and she threw it back angrily as she tried to use her claws to scratch at it, to no avail.
The texture of the chain was very rusty, so she was a bit surprised that it was dragging her without the breaking from the blades. She suddenly got an idea as the clock reached 1 minute. She spun herself around and started clawing at the chain, trying to break it.
She tried this earlier, but it still didn't work. She tried using Crunch, but it didn't really work. She growled, frantically trying to get the collar off.
The time eventually reached zero and she was pulled into the blower, with it trimming her mane a bit. She groaned in annoyance.
A bright flash enveloped the room and she found herself back at the pit. She looked back at the clock and saw it going down.
"FUCK!"
000
Instead of a tape recorder, the television connected to the machine Incineroar flickered on. A creepy Solgaleo puppet was seen before slowly turning to him.
"Hello Incineroar...I wanna play a game…"
Incineroar was growling as he tried to break out of the machine, but he soon realized that it was no use. He'd just watched one of the movies last night, so he decided to just stop struggling and wait for it to finish.
"Your need to hide your sexuality tells me that you are afraid of revealing your true nature to others. You rely on deceit to get through life...so now you will have to be truthful and open if you'd like to be free…"
Incineroar rolled his eyes. There were always overly complex or stupid reasons.
"The machine that you are attached to is also attached to the television. You will be asked ten questions and you are to answer truthfully. This machine can tell when you are telling the truth due to your real nature being mentioned in your television has vocal recognition and has been programmed with all of the correct answers…" it continued. "Answer falsely, and the spikes around your body will come closer, eventually stabbing your sides. Answer truthfully and the concrete around your hands will loosen."
Incineroar looked at his hands.
"But...it will not be over so soon...because once your hands are free…"
A plastic box full of a mixture of a yellowish-white liquid was risen in front of him. The odor immediately gave away what it was for him and his eyes widened.
"Your lust for your partner has also played a part in your deception. If you want to be completely free, you will need to stick your arms into this box filled with semen and urine from numerous, willing donors. There is a key somewhere inside, but you must be careful, as there are also razor blades near the bottom. Be wary. Your freedom is in your hands…
The television immediately showed static before a black screen appeared with blood red letters on the screen. "What would you do if someone were to flirt with your fiance?"
"Tear them apart…" Incineroar said matter-of-factly.
A green check mark appeared and he felt his hands gain a bit more freedom. He looked at the goop in front of him and gulped in nervousness. The next question appeared with the same setup.
"You were once given a necklace by a friend as a gift. The next time you saw them, you no longer had it, but you told them that you still had it with such confidence. What did you do with that necklace?"
Incineroar growled. He wanted to say, but he knew that Lucario would be furious because it was his friend's necklace. He figured that getting one wrong couldn't hurt.
"I...lost it…" he lied.
An X appeared on the screen and the spikes moved four inches closer to him. His eyes widened. They were literally just three feet away from him, so if he got eight more wrong, he would be getting punctured.
"Fuuuuck…" he groaned to himself.
The question remained the same, giving him another chance. He groaned. "Fine. I pawned it and used the money to buy...things…" he answered broadly with an annoyed expression, not wanting to mention anything too lewd.
A green check mark appeared on the screen, loosening his hands a bit more. The next question appeared.
"When your neighbor's child kept egging your door and calling you and your fiance derogatory slurs, what did you do to him that led to him being sent away? When others asked, you said nothing...but we know that this isn't the case."
Incineroar groaned. That was a year or two ago and he wanted to keep that a secret. The brat got what he deserved, after all.
He looked at the spikes at the sides of him and huffed. "I...threatened to crush his bones into dust and use his carcass as a hammock. Then he punched me in the gut; I wanted to strangle him, but I decided to just get back a different way. I broke into his house, set up a camera in his parent's room, and it recorded them having sex. I created a fake PornHub account in his name and I uploaded it. Then, I showed his parents…"
A green check mark appeared and it moved on to the next question and his hands loosened up more. The next question appeared.
"You have deceived numerous women in your life out of pure neediness. How many times did you deceive yourself to keep a living arrangement?"
Incineroar groaned.
000
"Hello Hakamo-o...I wanna play a game…"
Hakamo-o groaned.
"Your lack of a real social life and overly serious attitude causes you to isolate yourself from others. Here, you will learn to have fun...as your life depends on it…"
"The floor underneath you is composed of numerous tiles. The tiles glow when they're about to fall. You must quickly go over and step on them. The time they have before falling is five seconds, so be quick."
Hakamo-o eyed the large floor nervously.
"This is impossible!"
"The noose around your neck is there for a reason. If you cannot keep up with all of the falling tiles, you will be left hanging. You have three minutes...play or hang…"
A clock appeared on the opposite wall of the room from the tape recorder.
"This is fucking ridiculous…" she said as she watched the clock tick down. She decided to just stay in the one place she was in until something came to her. As long as she had four-to-six good tiles to stand on, she'd be perfectly fine.
She remembered how stupid people were in these movies. She wasn't gonna fall for something this easy. She sighed in annoyance, folding her arms as she stood in place, waiting for a tile very close to her to start blinking.
Nothing of much interest happened as she just stood there, bored out of her mind, as none of the tiles nearest to her blinked and the others furthest from her did.
-000-
"For crying out loud!" Solgaleo roared, turning to his interns with a glare. "Why didn't you set the trap up better?! There should have been a key or something! You coulda made the tiles drop and everything!"
"S-sir...you pre-recorded the tapes and told us to make everything according to that…"
"You could have made small changes and I could have re-recorded whichever one…"
"Oh…" the Alolan Rattata trailed off before looking back at the screens they were watching. "Hey, look, Togedemaru actually did her challenge…"
"Wait, what!?" Solgaleo exclaimed, looking back at the screen.
000
Togedemaru sat in front of a now empty plate. She groaned, a red liquid around her mouth as she hiccuped.
-000-
"Hello Togedemaru...I wanna play a game…" the tape recorder said as Togedemaru held an unamused expression.
"In front of you…" it continued as the plate in front of her was uncovered, revealed a large pile of what looked like internal organs. Intestines, livers, hearts, lungs, kidneys, every organ inside of a fully grown Pokemon was on that plate. Blood was all over the viscera as Togedemaru nearly gagged because of the smell. "...a plate of the finest organs. You may notice that you can't move, as you are strapped into that chair, which is under lock and key. Well...that key...is inside one of these numerous organs."
Togedemaru paled.
"Your gluttony has brought you to this moment, and only it will be able to get you out. You must devour the organs on this plate, find the key, and unlock yourself before the chair you are attached to detonates...with you still attached."
"You have three minutes. Eat or die, your choice…"
Togedemaru rolled her eyes before hearing the beeping of the detonator. The smell of the organs before her made her sick, but she knew that she needed to get out of there. Taking a deep breath she leaned forward and bit into one of the organs, a kidney to be exact. Taking a bit of it, she realized that the organs...actually tasted like real meat. The 'blood' tasted like Cheri Berries, but the consistency and odor was still that of blood.
She took a bite of the intestines and found that it tasted like normal meat as well, with the blood making it sweeter. She smiled.
-000-
Togedemaru belched, throwing up a key. She used the key to unlock herself and rushed to the exit.
000
"Hello Dhelmise…" the tape recorder said. "I wanna play a game…"
Dhelmise huffed in annoyance.
"Your snarkiness and lack of empathy for others fuel the fire that-"
As it continued, Dhelmise finally noticed a key sitting right next to the chains he was bound to. He used Power Whip to grab it and started unlocking himself. As the tape continued, Dhelmise successfully finished unlocking himself and just started floating towards the exit.
000
"Idiotic…" Dhelmise said.
000
Drampa was whimpering as he was attached to the machine. He tried to move, but he simply could not.
"Hello Drampa...I wanna play a game…"
Drampa tried to move more, but he was just wasting his time. His straps weren't going anywhere and neither was he.
"Your pedophilic actions and disgusting behavior and thoughts towards others have made you widely despised in every community you've become involved in. Such a sick male...he deserves...a sick trap."
Drampa felt himself start tearing up, taking this as something real.
-000-
Drampa was held down on a lunch table by Machoke and Gurdurr, a Bisharp and a Pawniard standing over him.
"You think assaulting kids is pleasurable, huh...let's see how you feel NOW!" the Bisharp exclaimed as it stabbed Drampa in the arm, drawing blood.
The Pawniard then slashed at his side and the assault continued.
-000-
Drampa had tears streaming down his face, his memories drowning out the task from the tape. "P-Please...I'm s-sorry…" he cried.
He suddenly felt the needles stab into the separate parts of his body. A burning sensation agitated his nerves, causing him to scream out in pain. He tried to get out of the straps, but couldn't as he continued to cry.
He didn't realize, however, the walls started closing in on him the more he screamed. Had he heard the tape, he'd know that he was going to be in a helpless state with an intense burning sensation overtaking his body. The more he screamed, the closer the walls got.
He saw the clock on the wall going down to 2:31 and looked to his sides to see the walls moving towards him. Seeing this and not knowing what he was supposed to do, he just continued to cry out as the walls got closer and closer until it reached the machine itself, cracking it a bit.
A flash of white enveloped the room, and Drampa sniffled in fright, actually peeing himself. The liquid dripped off of the machine he was strapped to, short circuiting the machine and letting him go.
Once he was free, he just sobbed into the ground. "I'm sorry...just...stop…"
000
"Left! Forward! Right!" Mudsdale called out while trying to ignore the intense pleasure she was feeling from the vibrations of the makeshift chastity belt. She had to keep lifting one hind leg at a time at specific intervals whenever she felt her peak. She blushed like mad at this situation, actually getting angry from the embarrassment.
She was doing perfectly fine in the game until...Bewear forced himself on her. Ever since then, she'd been acting like a needy slut who needed it twenty-four seven. Granted, she acted that way back at home after she's had a good night with a guy, but this was ridiculous.
She whimpered momentarily before groaning in aggravation. "Bewear! I'm kicking your ass when this is over!"
"Okay…" Bewear replied, not really caring anymore. He was blind again and he was in the same room as her, hearing her moan and groan. He just wanted this challenge to be over.
Bewear made it to a turning point.
"Alright, feel to the left of you with your foot and shimmy across that plank until I tell you to stop."
Bewear nodded before easing his way across. The creaking of the planks made him a tad uneasy, but Mudsdale's sudden bluster for him to stop fixed it.
"Okay, now do the same for the next plank you feel with your foot."
Bewear moved his foot a bit forward, but felt nothing. He drew it back a bit and felt a plank heading in the opposite direction, but not by a lot.
He shimmied across that beam before hearing Mudsdale yell at him again.
"Alright, it's going forward for you again, so again, use your legs…"
Bewear felt the plank and shimmied across it, eventually reaching a case. Mudsdale looked back at the clock and saw that only two minutes remained.
"Crap!" she exclaimed. "Hurry up and get the key!"
Bewear didn't reply, but punched through the case to feel around for a key. He eventually picked it up before starting to rush back. He almost fell right into the pit.
"Okay Bewear...you should know what to do by now…"
Bewear rolled his eyes, which Mudsdale was unable to see, and started shimmying back. He nearly fell upon reaching the point where he turned.
"Okay, you're back on the middle planks, just shuffle over here, use your feet", she repeated yet again.
Bewear groaned as he just started walking where he thought it worked while using his feet. He strolled over to her, much to her amazement.
"Okay, you're here. We've got thirty seconds. Hurry up and unlock me!"
Bewear kneeled down, and instead of using the key, he used his brute strength to break each and every shackle.
The clock stopped and the planks were replaced by an actual floor.
"Yes!"
000
The two of them came out, and saw numerous large black boxes on Hau'oli City's roads, with Solgaleo and a few others standing in front of the house near the Pokemon Center.
They headed over, with Bewear holding Mudsdale's tail to guide him.
"Alright...so that's four for the Solgaleos and three for the Lunalas", Solgaleo said as the two came over. "Let's see what happens…"
000
Oricorio had been free of her chains ever since her tape recorder explained. Her time was already ticking down as she attempted to get a key out of a large trophy. Along with the chains, she had a bungee cord wrapped around her that was pulling her back. The table she was originally on had stood upright and grown spikes.
The trophy was on the opposite side of the room, which had numerous landmines around. She growled as she continued, dancing her way to the trophy, nearly blowing herself up in the process. She recalled the tape.
-000-
"Hello Oricorio...I wanna play a game…"
"You've pushed and put others down in order to propel yourself higher just so you never feel like a loser again…" the recorder said. "But, this only makes you a greedy, unfair player. You're only working with a team correctly due to you actually needing them for once. Now, your need to win will be your saving grace…"
"Across the room from you is a trophy. Inside of that trophy, is a key that unlocks the device on your head, but there is also boiling kitchen grease inside as well. When the timer started, you will be freed, and you must make your way to the trophy and grab the key to unlock yourself before the nails in the headband around your scalp drive themselves into your skull. But, be careful, landmines cover the floor and there is a cord attached to you that will pull you back into the spikes that will appear on the table once you start."
"Live or die, Oricorio, let the game begin…"
-000-
Oricorio was growling as she watched the clock reach one minute. She made it to the trophy eventually, the bungee cord tugging her back hard. She grabbed the trophy, which toppled over,dumping the kitchen grease all over the ground, along with the key. Oricorio was scalded by the grease, squawking out in pain.
The clock ticked down from ten seconds. Oricorio, still in pain, panted as she reached for the key and tried unlocking herself from the headband.
Thanks to the grease, it was slippery and painful for her to move. However, she eventually got out of it and threw the headband down, accidentally setting off a landmine, which in turn caused the others to blow.
Explosions filled the room as she quickly flew to the exit.
000
Incineroar was still trying to answer his questions. He was just on the eight one and the spikes were extremely close to his body now.
"You find experiencing intense anger over the opinions of others. Is it true that you are insecure about yourself in general?"
Incineroar was holding back tears from the previous questions already, now it seemed like the big guns were being rolled out.
"Y-Yes…" he replied.
A green check mark appeared on the screen and the ninth question appeared.
"You seem to enjoy being put in your place and dominated, like how your father tried to control your mindset. Do you truly enjoy being the wife of your relationship...or are you deceiving the one that you love?"
Incineroar blushed and clenched his fists. "I-I like being the wife…" he admitted. He liked being dominated and submissive, it was much more fun and pleasurable in his eyes. He knew that guys who considered themselves 'manly men' or 'real men' would try to strip him of his label as a male for saying that, but he didn't care. The non-sexual activities that he did with his fiance as well as the sexual ones, they were better than anything he's done or could have done with a female, no contest.
A green check mark appeared on the screen and the final question came on the screen. The last few questions were doozies, so he expected the last one to be much worse. Instead…
"Do you enjoy pie?"
After all of the questions regarding his life and the troubles he faced, the final question completely threw it all away. He growled furiously before just saying yes.
He was immediately released and dropped to the floor. He walked up to the TV and punched it, creating a hole.
000
"Fuck...everyone…"
000
Incineroar excited his box, which was directly in front of the house where the others were. "Solgaleo...I am going to destroy you!"
"Touch me and you're eliminated…"
Incineroar huffed and bared his teeth angrily.
"Be lucky that you just won this challenge for your team…"
"Wait, what? I did?!" Incineroar exclaimed.
"Yep. You're all here…" said Solgaleo.
Suddenly, Lycanroc came running up, panting. "I'm here…"
Incineroar chuckled at her, causing her to give him a look.
"A bit too late, wolfie…" Dhelmise said. "Their team just won!"
Hakamo-o growled. "These traps were bullshit!"
"Oh pipe down…" Togedemaru said before burping again. "It's not like you had to really do anything…"
Hakamo-o huffed.
"Alright, now that everyone's out. Let's move on to the next challenge", Solgaleo said.
"You're twisted…you know that?" asked Mudsdale, who had the belt off.
"Am not. There's plenty of other hosts much worse than us. You've got Mew and Victini, Keldeo and Genesect, the Legendary Beasts, even the some Pseudo-Legendary Pokemon have their own show and they're as bad as those others!"
The contestants exchanged looks.
"Exactly. Now, come on…"
000
"Considering I've seen the other shows, I can agree to that…" said Togedemaru. "These two are pansies…"
000
Everyone walked back, making it to Route 1. They waited at the entrance as Solgaleo started explaining the next challenge, the Alolan Rattata standing beside him.
"Alright, welcome to your next challenge…" said Solgaleo. "In this challenge, your goal is to take pictures of specific Pokemon. Each team will be assigned a list of Pokemon to find and snap pictures of. The first team to take all of the pictures and show them to me will win…"
"And before you ask, the intern is going to give you each a Rotom Pokedex. Don't worry, they don't talk", Solgaleo explained, seeing that Lycanroc was about to ask a question. "It'll show you your specific list, AND allow you to take pictures…"
"Uh huh, yeah, what's our advantage?" Togedemaru asked, not really caring about the win. It was Drampa's time to go, so she needed the team to lose.
"Your advantage…" Solgaleo started as a net launcher appeared. "This net launcher. That way, if you find a Pokemon that you need, you are able to stop it in its tracks."
Incineroar caught it as the Alolan Rattata tossed it toward him. He grinned.
"Alright, you guys have your assignments. Get out there and make it snappy!"
"That was awful…" Dhelmise stated.
"Like I give a damn", Solgaleo replied. "Just go!"
The contestants headed down Route 1; the Solgaleos headed to the Pokemon Research Lab; the Lunalas headed to Ten Carat Hill.
000
"Alright, what are we supposed to catch?" asked Oricorio.
Hakamo-o looked at the list. "Apparently, we need to find a Toxapex, Corsola, Lycanroc, Pelipper, Sandygast, and Carbink, and Machoke…"
"Wonderful...three Water-types, two Rock-types, a Fighting-type, and a Ground-type…" Dhelmise said sarcastically. "Go on and snap a picture of Little Red Riding Howl here so we can move on to Ten Carat Hill…"
"Hey!" Lycanroc exclaimed with a glare.
"Why the hell would we move to Ten Carat Hill if we have three Water-types and we're actually NEAR the water?!" Oricorio asked, confused by the fellow ghost's suggestion.
"Because we have a chance to steal the other team's weapon and use it for ourselves if we decide to follow them", he explained easily.
The others exchanged looks. It was a good idea, but a bit impractical. They were near water now, why not just try to get the pictures now?
"Well, we're gonna stay here. It's not like other Pokemon are gonna be camera shy…" Hakamo-o said. "Why don't you just go and steal it for us if that's what you wanna do?"
Dhelmise floated there for a few seconds before vanishing.
"Right…"
000
"Okay, so what do we got?" asked Incineroar, holding the net launcher over his shoulder as he, Drampa, Togedemaru, and Mudsdale trekked through the cave part of Ten Carat Hill.
"We need a Sableye, Golbat, Zweilous, Golduck, Boldore, Dragonite, and...Necrozma?" Togedemaru read, bewildered at the final two. "This is fucking rigged! How the hell are we gonna get Necrozma and Dragonite pictures?!"
"Maybe he has them set up so that it happens anyway…no matter how impossible it sounds..." Mudsdale assumed.
"If he does...yay. If not, oh well…" Incineroar said.
Drampa was just remaining silent. He knew that they didn't want his presence to be known, so he just decided to do whatever was necessary and see if they won or lost.
"So...what are we looking for first?" asked Incineroar.
"Whatever pops out in front of us…" Togedemaru replied unenthusiastically. "As long as we're able to catch them, we'll be fine…"
Dhelmise appeared in front of them. "Yoink…" he said, snatching the launcher from Incineroar's shoulder. He vanished shortly after.
Incineroar was seething. "THAT FUCKER!" he ran back toward the cave entrance, not willing to let Dhelmise screw them over. He'd be doing that himself.
"Well, I guess we just keep going…"
Suddenly, Drampa was hit by a beam of energy, sending him into the wall. Togedemaru and Mudsdale turned to the source, seeing a Boldore there.
"Perfect…"
000
"Okay, so do you wanna do it now, or just wait until we've gotten everything else done?" asked Hakamo-o.
"I can wait…" Lycanroc said.
"So what are we getting a picture of first?" asked Pyukumuku.
"Well, whatever we see…" said Hakamo-o.
"Uh…" Bewear started pointing toward the water.
"What is it, simpleton?" asked Oricorio.
She, along with the other girls and Pyukumuku, turned to the water, only to see a Toxapex...about to devour a Corsola.
The girls gasped.
"Hurry, get the picture!" Lycanroc exclaimed as Hakamo-o aimed the camera at the scene, snapping the photo.
"Yes! We got it!" Oricorio exclaimed.
"You're damn right…" Dhelmise said, appearing with the net launcher.
"That was fast…" said Oricorio. "Good job…" she said as Bewear took the launcher.
"Uh huh…" Dhelmise started. "Did you handle the picture already?"
"No, she's gonna do it last…" Hakamo-o explained. "But we got two for the price of one thanks to-"
She turned back around and saw that the Corsola was gone, but smaller bits were there around the Toxapex, which was heading back into the water.
"Well...that's disturbing…" Pyukumuku said, having been watching the whole time.
"Aren't you supposed to ignore the disturbing things?"
"Character development…"
"Well that's a shit way to do it…" Dhelmise replied. "So, we just need four more pictures, barring Lycanroc…"
"Yep. And we can't split up since there's one camera and one launcher…"
"Well, what do we do to-"
"DHELMISE!" they heard.
They all turned and saw Incineroar running towards them with furious eyes.
"Oh great…" Dhelmise groaned. "Butthurt pussy has come to exact more revenge…"
"Well, you di-wait, MORE revenge?" Lycanroc queried.
"Yeah, Sherlock Homo decided to destroy my room this morning…"
"Hell, I would've done the same thing if you told my business on national TV…" Oricorio said.
"He clearly exposed that on his own way earlier. Why would he not?"
Incineroar made it to them and used Flamethrower, aiming it towards Dhelmise. However, the ghost vanished, causing it to hit Bewear, who still held the stolen launcher. He growled at the fact that he missed Dhelmise once again, but satisfied that he hit the one who had the net launcher.
"Give me that back…" Incineroar said, snatching the launcher back. "You're not fucking us over this time!"
"Oh come on. You guys still have Drampa on you guys' dumb team…" Hakamo-o reasoned. "Shouldn't you be trying to out him?"
"He hasn't done shit as of late…" Incineroar replied. "Therefore, your opinion is invalid…"
He slung the weapon over his shoulder once again and started heading back to Ten Carat Hill. He held onto it tight this time, not wanting to lose it again.
Dhelmise returned and let out a groan of annoyance. "It's always something…"
000
Togedemaru had purposely failed at taking the pictures, even when the Pokemon were right in front of them. Mudsdale was growing tired of it, but she knew that she couldn't do anything herself and she didn't trust Drampa with a camera, so she decided to just deal with it. If they lost, they still got to eliminate Drampa, so even if they lost, it'd be a win.
The three of them reached the Farthest Hollow and entered the open area. Drampa decided to just speak to see what their replies would be.
"Shouldn't have we stayed in and continued trying to-"
"Quiet, you have no opinion…" Togedemaru said, making Drampa roll his eyes.
000
"I expected that…" Drampa said.
000
Incineroar found them all in the Farthest Hollow and frowned to himself. He didn't know why he wasted all of his time going back when he wanted to lose the challenge anyway. Nevertheless, he approached them.
"I'm back…" he said, coming up to them. "Did you get any good pictures when I was gone?"
"Nope...Togedemaru botched every one…"
"Hey, I'm not good at photos, okay!"
"Okay...and did you think about handing it off to Drampa at all?" asked Incineroar.
"You think we'd trust that bastard with a camera when he's walking behind us?"
"Making him get in front…" Incineroar said simply.
"Look, why are we even bothering with this?" asked Togedemaru. "We're gonna get rid of Drampa next anyway, so why not just get it over with…"
"Togedemaru!" Mudsdale exclaimed.
"Oh like it matters! He sucks! And since Passimian can't save him anymore, he should know that he's next to go…"
Drampa just remained silent.
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"The wardens can't save you forever, boy…" a Conkeldurr said as he eyed Drampa, who was in his cell, alone, numerous scars and bruises over his body.
Drampa was ignoring him, lying on his stomach with tears in his eyes.
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"Fuck you…" he said.
"What?"
"You heard me...FUCK YOU!" Drampa roared angrily. "I apologized to you already and I feel bad, but I don't even care anymore!" he exclaimed, turning to the others. "I'm sorry, okay. I'm sorry that I've offended you. I'm sorry that I've fucking creeped you out. I'm sorry that I've touched you and invaded your privacy! I'M SORRY FOR IT ALL!
"That doesn't really help your case…" Togedemaru said. "I mean, you obviously don't me-"
"I'm outta here…" Drampa said, not wanting to hear her as he slithered back into the cave.
Mudsdale and Incineroar exchanged looks of surprise at his sudden outburst.
"Pathetic…" Togedemaru continued. "All of that bullshit he pulled since he's been in this damn game and he expects an apology to fix everything?"
"Yeah, I can understand that, but I feel like something's wrong with him…" said Mudsdale.
"Of course there is. He's a pedo…" Incineroar replied.
"Other than that…"
"Why does it matter?" asked Togedemaru. "He leaves, everything's good again. So, I say we just kick back and relax until the other team wins…" she said, tossing the Pokedex.
"Uh...you realize that if we oust him, we're down to just three players on the team, right?" Mudsdale questioned. "I don't think that'll do us any good!"
"This coming from the chick who cost us a challenge because she wanted to fuck a member of the other team?"
"FYI, I no longer care about that jackass…" Mudsdale stated boldly. "That trap set me back on track. I cared WAY too much about being plowed instead of the actual challenges…"
"Good for you…" said Incineroar. "I know if my man was here, I'd be on him-"
"No more stuff about your man or whatever the hell you're dating," Togedemaru said, tired of the sexual talk that came from his mouth, as well from his interactions with Lycanroc. "I'm sick of you and wolf girl's sex and relationship talks in the morning!"
"What we talk about is our business and we can do what we want…" Incineroar growled. "Who are you to even tell me what to talk about?!"
"...we saw you drink semen in Monday's challenge," Togedemaru replied. "I'M A VICTIM!"
As the two continued arguing, Mudsdale groaned to herself.
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"I stop craving sex...now those two are partially arguing about it...wonderful…" Mudsdale said, rolling her eyes.
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"Alright Pyukumuku, just try to stay calm, okay...we need this picture…" said Hakamo-o, aiming the Rotom Pokedex.
Pyukumuku was currently surrounded by three Sandygast, who seemed to have risen from the opposite side of the route. The little guy made a mistake of venturing in that direction. "T-that's a bit easier said than done…"
Hakamo-o snapped the picture. "Alright, all done. Dhelmise?"
Dhelmise launched a Shadow Ball at them, knocking out all three Sandygast...as well as Pyukumuku.
"Oops…" he said nonchalantly as Bewear went over to pick him up and place him on his head.
"Okay, so now we just need the Carbink and Machoke, right?" asked Lycanroc.
"Excluding you, yes…" said Dhelmise before stifling a laugh and looking toward Oricorio, who was looking disturbed. "I still can't believe we got that lucky with that Pelipper…"
"DON'T SPEAK OF IT!"
"It grabbed Pyukumuku and tried to flirt with you…" Dhelmise laughed. "It was hilarious…"
"GO FUCK YOURSELF!"
"CONTESTANTS! REPORT BACK TO THE FRONT OF ROUTE 1."
"Don't tell me those fucks already won…" Hakamo-o growled.
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Everyone returned to the beginning of the route, where Drampa was next to Solgaleo.
"Why are we back here?" asked Lycanroc. "Did they win?"
"Of course not!" Solgaleo said. "The rest of the challenge is cancelled…"
"WHAT?!" everyone exclaimed as shouts of protest were heard.
Solgaleo roared, quieting them all down. "Calm the hell down. Were any of you even enjoying yourselves?"
"No…"
"Exactly…" Solgaleo replied.
"Why are the challenges cancelled?" asked Oricorio, a bit peeved. "I was flirted with by a flying toilet."
"Because Drampa here-"
Immediately, everyone groaned and glared at the dragon, who sighed and looked down.
"-is quitting…"
When Solgaleo finished, everyone stopped and their groans turned to cheers.
Drampa just kept looking down.
Pyukumuku, who regained consciousness, along with Bewear and Lycanroc, were the only ones not cheering.
"Why're you quitting?" asked Pyukumuku.
Drampa sniffled and looked back up, his eyes filled with tears. Togedemaru groaned. "Save your sob story for someone who cares…" she interrupted before he could even explain.
"Hey, I care!" Pyukumuku exclaimed, hopping off of Bewear's head.
He was the only one who hadn't really been a victim of Drampa's actions in any way, so he hadn't had a reason to develop the same level of hatred for the guy as the others.
"I...I just need to go", Drampa said. "Everything I've done here and everything that's happening is bringing up bad memories that I didn't think would reemerge. It's eating at me and I just don't want to be here anymore. No one here cares about me. I almost died Monday night and absolutely no one cared!"
"But Lycanroc saved you!" Pyukumuku replied.
"That doesn't mean she likes me…" Drampa said, looking directly at the wolf, still teary-eyed. Lycanroc avoided his gaze, not wanting to feel guilty. "She had something to help me and she's just nice."
"Well...I like you", Pyukumuku said cheerily. "Not in that way, but yeah!"
"WHAT!?" everyone, barring Bewear, exclaimed.
"Pyukumuku, he's been fucking with all of us! He's a creep! He's a pedophile!" were some of the shouts from the others, which Pyukumuku ignored.
"T-Thank you, but I doubt that you'd really like someone like me with my reputation…"
"...don't down yourself…I've dealt with enough of that," Pyukumuku said.
Everyone was confused at where this was going.
"Uh...what are you talking about?" asked Togedemaru. "You're a cheerful cucumber that's oblivious to everything around you and lacks common sense."
Pyukumuku ignored her comment, but answered her question without even looking back at the group. "I had major depression for most of my life. I couldn't make friends, my parents were divorced, I was constantly getting overlooked, I was constantly stepped on, which didn't really hurt, but it was annoying...a lot was against me...but after numerous therapy sessions and medication, I'm much better!"
"Yep, being devoid of any feeling other than the basic happiness and now semi-sadness...that's totally better than depression…" Togedemaru said, as everyone except Pyukumuku and Drampa glared at her for making that statement. Mental illnesses were nothing to take lightly.
"So don't be like this. Maybe try to change yourself and see a therapist. It may help…" Pyukumuku suggested.
"I've tried it once already and it was shit. But...I guess I can try again…" he replied.
"There ya go!" Pyukumuku said cheerily. "Just try to get better he said, offering a fist to him.
Drampa looked at it before looking at his own arms warily and bumping it.
"Alright Drampa, since you can fly, feel free to take off", Solgaleo said. "The rest of us are heading back to the ferry…"
Drampa nodded, more tears streaming from his eyes. "And...all of you...I'm sorry. Take it as you will but...you need to know…"
And with that, he flew away…
Pyukumuku hopped back over to the group, where everyone looked at him with entirely new eyes. He used his hand to climb up Bewear and get back on his head.
"Okay...now that was character development…" Dhelmise said.
"Shut it, Dhelmise…" Lycanroc said through grit teeth.
"Well, let's head back to the ferry terminal…" said Solgaleo as the contestants started walking, floating, or flying back.
Solgaleo stayed put in the meantime. "And there you have it. Drampa's finally gone. Isn't it great?! Nobody won due to that, but it was still great! What will Lunala put the contestants through next time? Find out on the next episode of Total...Pokemon...Alola!" he said as he followed the competitors.
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Lots of stuff happened here. Uh...not sure how to really recap here. Drampa got eliminated. We learned a bit more about Pyukumuku, Incineroar's still pissed at Dhelmise. And...Bewear and Mudsdale are no longer a thing. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed and I'll see you next time on Total…Pokemon...Alola! See ya guys, BYE!
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Drampa sighed. "None of you probably care about what I say but...review, I guess…"
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A Drampa was seen entering the scene. "Hey there. If you're looking for someone who's a real ladykiller and a man stealer, look no further!" he said in a flamboyant voice.
"Just kidding…" he said in his normal voice. "I just want to join to scope out the hot candy that may be on the islands. Oh, and the money, too, I guess. Pick me. You know you want to. I can guarantee views for ya…"
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