Author's Corner. Side Story: Recognition Part 1.
Slybill walks in to find the cast huddled round his gold-plated laptop. For some reason, they seem to be checking his mail.
Slybill: Oi! How'd you get into my mailbox?
Scarlet: It wasn't very hard to get the password. I can't believe you used your date of birth.
Violet: Really Sly? Was that the best you could do?
Slybill: Hey, I've got a short term memory loss after playing baseball with White so I had to pick something simple. And that's besides the point. What are you doing in my mailbox?
Draco: You've got mail, bro.
Slybill: Thanks for stating the obvious, bro, but what else is new?
Alphinia: Some trash called Satoshi Tajiri (Creator of pokemon) and Tite Kubo (BLEACH!) want publishing rights...and filming rights too.
Slybill freezes before bulldozing the cast out of the room. Grabbing his computer, he scans the contents of the mailbox and grabs his pounding chest.
Meanwhile, the cast stand outside the door waiting for his reaction.
Scarlet: Fifty bucks says Sly's gonna take the offer right off the bat.
Camille: I don't know...it might be a scam.
Scarlet: Hmph. Chicken.
Camille: Shut the fuck up! Of course I'm betting. Sly's smart enough to refuse anyway. Or did he forget about coming to terms with fame back in Review Craze?
Burgh: Will our distinguished director make the right choice? Who shall win the bet? Find out next at the end of the chapter.
DISCLAIMER: SLYBILL DOESN'T OWN POKEMON. ELSE ASH WOULD'VE BEEN A BETTER FIGHTER WHEN IT CAME TO FIST-FIGHTS!
On that fine morning, Scarlet was pissed.
White had offered to stay with Skyla the other night, thus leaving him to share one of the PC's rooms with the little beast that was Camille, who was frankly boiling at the lateness and eventual postponement of her meeting with her client (for you see, she's quite a punctual lady). Why she deemed it fit to torment him that night with her complaints, he didn't know and shouldn't have cared either but she had just went on and on and on and on and...Arceus, he just had to tell her to shut the fuck up! Big mistake though. In one night, the hunter had not only lost his sleep but also the feeling over his neck and arms as the livid gothica had twisted him into a surprisingly well-executed chokehold for three. fucking. long. hours. You call that rage? He called it death! He was so lucky her Mismagius put her to sleep before he lost his head literally. And that Jolteon just had to go with White. Why? WHY?
"I swear, the next time she does that, I'm gonna kill her..." Taking off his sticky shirt (the night had suddenly gotten hotter), he slammed the bathroom door and draped the cloth on the towel-rack. He was just about getting into the shower when something caught his eye as he passed the long mirror. Rushing closer, he eyed the oddly-shaped scar on his heart region and drew a shaky finger across it. There was blood.
What the hell is this... he stuttered inwardly. He already knew the answer though but it was a good question all the same. He stared at the scar again. Of all the decorations on his torso, this one was the oldest as it had been eight years since he got it. The shape of the scar itself would have even led someone to believe it was some kind of tattoo with the way it resembled a red open-triangle with three red spikes on each side. In the centre was just one symbol which was actually stood for the word 'half' in an ancient language. Touching it again, the teen's eyes widened as horrible memories of that day flooded his mind and clouded his senses. Suddenly, the world started to spin and he had to hold the sink to keep himself steady. Unfortunately, that didn't seem to help and with a start, he found himself hallucinating as the mirror right in front of him displayed a familiar boy and an older woman, both bathed in blood, staring back at him with insane grins on their shadowed faces.
"You lied, Scarlet..." the boy chanted eerily. "You lied, Scarlet."
"Why Scarlet? Why couldn't you help us?" the woman moaned and bloody tears streamed from her hollow, iris-less eyes. The gory scene changed to show a younger version of Scarlet looking back at him blankly.
"You are weak," he slurred. "If only you had been stronger, you could have saved them. You could have saved yourself." His eyes rolled back until only the whites were visible and gigantic fangs emerged through his widening lips. "You wouldn't have lost your soul!" The original Scarlet could only stare as his reflection morphed into a horrific disaster and arched back. Before he knew it, the monster burst through the glass and swallowed his head whole.
CRASH!
Scarlet stumbled back, breathing heavily and eyeing the broken mirror. His left hand stung badly, what with the large shards of glass lodged deep in his knuckles, but he didn't care. Just what the hell was that? The door slammed open and Camille, half-drowsy, prepared to release her usual onslaught of curses for the unexpected noise when her eyes swelled at the sight before her.
"Fuck! You're bleeding buckets!" Rushing up to the still-stunned ravenette, she took his hand and rapidly pulled out the treacherous spikes before grabbing his shirt and wrapping it round the furiously-bleeding knuckles. "Just what the hell happen-"
She stopped and drew a sharp breath at the sight of the half-naked teens torso. "Holy Arceus..." she whispered unconsciously. From her point of view, he looked like a doll that some rabid Weavile had torn up and tried to piece together. "What the fuck..."
Scarlet snapped out of his momentary shock and straightened up before eyeing his hand. "Get out."
Camille's ears pricked up. "Huh?"
"Get. The hell. Out," he reiterated acidly. Something about the Scarlet before her seemed to send shivers down the gothica's spine and she complied without so much as an argument. Closing the door behind her, she held her beating chest and leaned back on the nearest wall before remembering something.
"Since when did his hair get so long?"
"What happened to your hand?" White asked, gazing in wonder at her silent companion's bandaged hand. Jolteon reciprocated the look, causing the hunter to roll his eyes.
"I accidentally cut myself. No big deal. Now are we going out or not?" he replied flatly and gave a smirk. "And you've got drool running down your cleavage."
Looking down, the disheveled girl blinked as she saw the shiny trail dibbling from her parted lips. Looking back at him, she rubbed the back of her head goofily. "Sorry, I just woke up and I had to take the couch. Since when did Mistralton get so hot anyway?"
Camille popped out from behind Scarlet and glared at White's bust enviously. "You're right. It was hot. I can see it from your see-through sports bra."
Scarlet pinched his nose to stop the oncoming wave of you-know-what and turned away from the erotic sight. He'd lost more than enough blood that morning and he wasn't ready to paint the floor (and a box of tissues) red again. That...and Camille would've slapped the skin off his cheeks if she caught him ogling any further at the girl's boobs.
"Hold on a sec. I'll be right out," the trainer stated and slammed the door shut. Sounds of bags zipping and clothes ruffling were heard for the next thirty minutes and Scarlet was just about heading in when the door flew open and right into his face, sending him flying backwards and releasing the pent-up blood in his nasal region. White walked out the door, dragging a sleepy Skyla with her by the arm. "C'mon Sky! It's 10 in the morning!"
"Five more minutes..." the woman grumbled and squinted at the morning sunlight piercing her half-lidded, blue eyes. "And it's Saturday. Just where are we going?"
White beamed. "Isn't it obvious? SHOPPING!"
Scarlet's face crumpled and contorted at the S-word. Jolteon chuckled at his master's reaction and remembered why he hated it more than Boss himself. It all started 3 years ago when the boy had made the tremendous mistake of following Violet to Celadon's Mall...and that's as far as the electric pokemon could go as the very memory of it caused his own furry head to throb painfully (unfortunately, he too had been dragged into the tiring and slightly traumatic experience).
"Shopping...?" Skyla echoed, raising an eyebrow. In all truth, she didn't enjoy shopping as much as every normal young woman did. In fact, she'd found it very, very boring...but then again, she wasn't very normal as Black had once stated due to her demi-tomboyish tendencies. "I think I'm gonna-"
"Pass? No way!" White cut in and released Emboar. With a grunt, the Mega Fire Pig pokemon hefted the unsuspecting redhead, and Scarlet (what? He was sneaking away), easily unto her wide shoulders. "Two words, Sky! LIGHTEN. UP."
And with a "Git!", she gave her pokemon a slap on the side making Emboar to squeal loudly and dash down the road. It was only after a few seconds that the airheaded trainer forgot about the most important passenger and ran after them, shouting STOP all the way. Camille blinked twice and giggled at the comical scene that had just taken place.
"This day just couldn't get anymore interesting..." she muttered and ran after the trainer.
For a small city, Mistralton Mall was big. According to White, it was the second biggest mall in Unova, topped only by the ever prestigious Shopping Nine on Route 9. To Scarlet and Jolteon, the building seemed to have more people in it than the very streets of its host city itself.
"Fucking huge..." Camille whispered, spinning slowly to take in her surroundings in the lobby section of the mall. Numerous stores with big neon lightboards twirled round her and it was all she could do not to squeal like the normal teenager she was deep down.
Scarlet, on the other hand just clasped his hands together and prayed to whatever god was out there that the beaming ditz wouldn't say what he thought she'd say at this point. Unfortunately, Arceus probably disapproved of his occupation and punished him instead.
"First things first, let's have a make-over!" White declared, pumping a fist into the air and grabbing Camille before dashing off in search of a beauty salon. Emboar grunted enthusiastically and bounded after her trainer, carrying her passengers along much to their chagrin. Seeing as he had nothing better to do, the small lightning pokemon behind them shrugged and followed at a safe distance.
In time, they found their destination and barged into Linda's Palace, a snazzy looking spa that took a very sizeable chunk of that section of the complex (and eventually, an even bigger chunk out of my client's pocket, Scarlet mused). White and Camille ohhed and ahhed at the various mirrors and fancy, pink leather couches along with the numerous bottles of hairspray, powders and nail-polishes. The entire salon also had some real, tall palm-trees fitted into its wide corners and its walls were patterned with pink and black stripes giving it a tropical, whimsical and yet relaxing look all together.
"Ah, Miss Skyla! It has been quite a while." The group turned and spotted a model-thin man in his thirties, most likely the owner, strutting towards them and Scarlet had a feeling that this guy was gay (I mean, just look at that shirt!).
"Hi Linda," the gym leader waved and rubbed her head while laughing nervously. She didn't like Linda too well since he had this weird obsession with combining make-up and her face into several pieces of...art, according to him and would always jump at the chance to try his latest work on her.
"You're the Linda Hall?" Camille gasped, eyes widening at the beaming man in front of her. "I always thought you were a girl."
Linda laughed before turning back to the perplexed gym leader. "It's so nice of you to show, Skyla. And I can see you've brought your beautiful, beautiful brother with you."
"I'm not her brother, punk!" the teen growled and struggled against Emboar's grip. "And put me down, you fat hunk of meat!"
White snapped her fingers and the bulky Mega Fire Pig Pokemon gently lowered Skyla into a seat...and slammed Scarlet roughly into a nearby couch before turning her snout up in contempt and walking up to her trainer. White cleared her throat.
"Mr Linda, I need your help," she declared, taking on a business-like tone.
"What might I do for you, little miss?" the brunette replied, turning to her.
"Skyla's been down in the dumps for too long and I need her to lighten up. Can you do something about it?"
Skyla furrowed her brows, puzzled. "I don't see how a make-over will help with my mood..."
"Actually, she's on to something..." Linda said, stroking his goatee.
"If she's confident of her appearance on the outside..." Camille began.
"Then she'll most definitely be bubbly on the inside when the compliments roll in..." the man chipped in.
"And she'll be well on her way to happyland in no time!" White finished and pointed to Linda. "Lindy, I don't care how you do it, but get her something bubbly and cheery!"
"And yet still wouldn't hide her natural beauty!" he added and tapped his high-heel covered foot to an unknown rhythm as inspiration flooded his creative mind. "I'm getting major vibes...this could be my greatest masterpiece yet!" He snapped his manicured fingers twice and four very, very, very familiar attendants walked into the lounge.
"Hello Scarlet~" they rolled in unison and giggled much to the ravenette's horror.
"Girls, I want you to give Miss Skyla The Works! And don't rest until she shines, am I understood?" Linda ordered and they saluted before gathering round the confused gym leader.
"Uh...I don't think-" she started but was cut off as the chair she was sitting in twirled and whizzed off into a room far, far away.
"Oh yeah, can you do something about him too?" White chipped in and Scarlet twitched as he realized just who she was pointing at.
"Hey! I don't need no girly make-overs, you little bi-"
WHIRR went the couch he was sitting on and before he knew it, he was whisked off into another room followed by Elesa's four attendants.
"Put it on his tab," was all he could hear from the sneaky ditz.
Throughout the session, Scarlet had never been so pampered in his entire life and to say the least, he hated it. First, he was subjected to some rather excruciating massages by a rather skilled chiropractor (who was a Mienshao BTW). Then he was taken to a hot, hot sauna where he could've sworn he sweated enough to fill Lake Verity 3 times over. Then he was stuffed in slime. Medicinal goo but slimy all the same. Produced by a bug pokemon too. Next, he was dragged off to an ice-cold pool that washed away the brownish coating over his body and chilled him to the marrow. After that, he had his longish hair shampooed and blow-dried while his hands (strapped to the chair of course) were filed neatly. He was just about getting used to it when two slices of Tamato berry were slapped over his eyes and the same paste was smeared over his face. Mind you, Tamato Berries are spicy. Very spicy. And Scarlet would've screamed if not for the fact that girls and Jolteon were watching and the last thing he needed was for the cheeky dog pokemon to be provided another opening for mockery. After 30 minutes of tongue biting, teeth-gritting and arm-rest-scraping, the comically lethal paste and slices were washed off and he was finally taken to the make-over room were powder upon powder upon lipstick? were dusted and painted over his face. His eyes were closed of course as they still stung from the nasty berry slices. With a flourish, an attendant took a long comb, untied his hair and dragged the tortuous object through his locks. Finally, a big, white, fluffy duster filled with scented powder was smacked over his face once, making him hack and cough in disapproval.
"You can open your eyes now, Scarlet~" another attendant called and he could hear whispers of "so cute" and "you left a hickey ?"
Slowly, he opened his blue orbs and stared at the reflection ahead of him. A straight, emotionless face with shiny, smooth and peachy features looked back at him and opened its glossed lips while gripping its blood-red hair, effectively mimicking his movements and reconfirming to the teen that this was indeed himself. Not bad. Not bad at all...except-
"You've got the most beautiful hair combo I've ever seen!" White cooed, her own painted face's reflection appearing over his shoulder. "The name Scarlet really fits you."
HIS COVER HAD JUST BEEN HALF-BLOWN!
"I'll be right back!" he spluttered, stumbling off the seat and out the nearest exit with Jolteon following closely at his heels. "It's not supposed to be red!"
At that moment, one attendant giggled and took out a can of red-hair dye causing another attendant to frown.
"Anna! You were supposed to use green!"
"But I thought red looked better on him!"
Suddenly, Linda twirled out from nowhere and clapped his hands in delight. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I am a genius!" Snapping his fingers, a chair whizzed out from a veiled door nearby and spun to show its passenger. "I present to you, Natural Beauty with an essence of Tomboy!"
White, Camille and Emboar piled round Skyla and gazed in awe at the gym leader's face. On first sight, it didn't seem any different but looking closely, they could make out the faint blusher and foundation carefully applied to the young woman. In short, it not only brought out the true face of the high-flying girl but it also gave one the sense of maturity that only came with years of experience as a seasoned trainer.
"An angel..." they all cooed, making Skyla to blush deeply which only added more to her beauty.
"What'd I miss?" Scarlet panted as he stumbled through the door with his back-to-black hair tied back in a high ponytail. "Wow, she looks...nice."
You could've done soooo much better than that... Jolteon deadpanned, rolling his eyes.
"Thanks," the redhead replied bashfully and got off her seat. "I guess you guys were right. I do feel a little better."
"Then hold on to your Rapidash cos this is just the beginning!" White exclaimed and faced Linda. "Thanks for the help Lindy! You're the best!"
The elated man bowed. "It was my pleasure, little miss. And I hope you and your friends were satisfied with our services."
White made a victory sign before grabbing Skyla by the hand and rushing out of the salon. Camille, Jolteon and Emboar trooped after and Scarlet was just about to follow suit when he was grabbed by the infernal attendants.
"Naughty Scarlet. You're trying to skip the bill aren't you~" they cooed and the boy sweatdropped.
"Sorry Mr.P."
"Achoo!" Draco rubbed his nose and sniffled as he stood on the airport's expansive runway. "Somebody's talking about me, Alphy."
Silence.
The man turned and sweatdropped as he saw nothing but air behind him. "Great, she ditched me again. Oh well, Joid's almost here anyway."
By late afternoon, the group had gone to almost every store in the complex and gone on every mini-ride available (except the indoor rollercoaster. Scarlet had strongly advised against it unless they wanted their make-up and hair ruined). It wasn't very long before Skyla loosened up and started having fun along with the teens. At one point, she even let them fly on her Unfezant at the open-aired food court.
"I never knew shopping could've been so much fun!" she laughed and White nodded before looking towards Scarlet.
"You had fun too, right Scarly?"
"Considering I carried all the bags and paid for all the mini-rides, yeah I had soooo much fun," he griped sarcastically before loosening up at the glare from Camille. "Hmph! It was okay at least."
Jolteon barked his approval and bit into the burger his master held out for him. Emboar also grunted as she too bit into the other burger held out to her by the hunter (she swallowed his entire hand too so he could just forget about finger food for the rest of the day).
Skyla placed her milkshake down and took White's hand in her gloved ones. ""White, we barely knew each other yet you took it upon yourself to lend this mopey bird a wing and showed her how to move on from that empty sky called tragedy and mourning. I'm the adult and yet I was the one who needed comfort from a young girl who could've chosen something better to do at that point in time. Thanks to your optimism and frank stubbornness at cheering me up, I think it'd be selfish of me not to honor you with a battle."
White blinked before smiling widely. "So we're gonna battle? YES! And I'm sure Black would be thanking me for helping his angel get back in the sky too."
"The word Angel was reserved for Black and only Black, I'll just stick with Sky for now," the redhead stated with a small laugh.
I'm so glad! Just a little more and I'll get that real smile of hers for sure, big brother, the girl declared. Then she'll be totally A-OK and back to her normal self!
"So when's your gym match?" Scarlet asked, inwardly relieved that this issue hadn't taken as long as he thought. White's caring nature seemed to make even the saddest of people come alive again in a near instant.
"How about tomorrow?" White asked and the boy rose a brow. Normally, the ditz would've jumped at that chance and challenged her there and then. "I want to train with Scarlet and leave you to get ready."
"Well someone's confident. Okay then. Tomorrow, we'll have our battle!" Skyla replied enthusiastically. At that point Camille checked her watch and stood up from the table.
"Sorry guys but my client's gonna be here soon and I'd better get my stuff ready."
"Awww, I guess this is goodbye then," White groaned and embraced the goth. "It was nice meeting you, Camie!"
The girl froze for a second before wrapping her own arms round her new-found friend. "I'll see you around then, White." Letting go of White, the goth turned to Scarlet. "Come with me for a sec, will ya?" The hunter sighed and got off his seat before accompanying her towards a corner a good distance away from the others.
"I'm surprised, Camie. You haven't blown a fuse throughout the entire day," Scarlet remarked and grabbed the hand that was just about nearing his cheek. "I stand corrected though. What d'you wanna talk about?"
Scowling, Camille lowered her hand and stared into Scarlet's blue orbs. "I just wanna say that White's a really nice person and I'd hate to see her sad."
The boy rolled his eyes, knowing what she'd meant by that. "Anything else?"
"How's your hand?"
"Could've been worse but I'll manage."
"How's your chest?"
"It stopped bleeding after a while so I'm okay."
"...How's your heart?" Scarlet stared blankly at the thoughtful girl.
"What're you? My mom?"
"How. Is. Your. Heart?" she demanded quietly yet menacingly.
"...Fine...I guess." Satisfied, the goth wrapped an arm around the boy's torso and rested her head on his chest. Surprised, he simply stood there and let her listen to his quickening heartbeat.
"Scarlet...no matter what happens, no matter how much of a dick you can be...just know that you're not as lonely as your heart makes you think you are," she stated calmly and withdrew with a small smile. "I'll see you later. And good luck with your mission."
"Uh...huh..." was all he could say as he shook hands with her and watched her leave the complex. "That...was strange."
"That's funny...there wasn't a helicopter registered in our arrival schedule," an air official stated as his radar beeped and displayed a small, green dot circling the area. Picking up his radio transmitter he said, "This is Mistralton Control Tower, please state your mission."
Silence. "I repeat, This is Mistralton Control Tower, please state your mission else you will not be allowed to land." Silence. Then a small crackle.
"There. Will. Be. Blood." And the baffled official put down his receiver and alerted security. Meanwhile, Draco stood at the very center of the large tarmac and opened his arms wide as if to receive the large helicopter touching down slowly before him.
"About time. I really need to pick up Camille this time," he said as a Plasma grunt stepped out of the machine. Attached to the copter's side was a big, green, steel crate that had the words J.O.I.D printed on it in big, black letters. Underneath it read, Property of Team Plasma. If found, don't bother calling.
"Sir Draco," the grunt began and bowed respectfully. "Lord Bronius has his deepest concerns as to how...Er- Sir Joid...can be awakened."
"Oh, that's not very hard actually," the young man replied cheerily and took out small bottle of...blood before suddenly dumping it onto the unsuspecting grunt.
"S-sir!" he spluttered as Draco steered him towards the mouth of the crate. "What was that for?"
"Oh, they didn't tell you?" the knight asked, tilting his head playfully before pressing open a button and standing back as its door fell flat on the ground with a BANG. Just then, guns clicked as the airport's security team, along with their numerous pokemon, surrounded the copter.
"Freeze! State your mission!" the commander barked harshly.
"Didn't tell me what?" the grunt asked, more worried about the knight's smile than the weapons pointed at them.
"You're the wake-up call," he replied and pushed the grunt into the crate. Then he turned to face the soldiers and grinned as ear-splitting screams for help rang from within the shaking crate. "Music to my ears."
"Just what is in that crate?" an officer asked and got his answer as steps pervaded the atmosphere. From their angle, all they could see was a shape in the dark crate but their eyes widened as not one, not two but three heads poked through the opening.
"A Hydreigon?" the commander asked and faced the giggling Draco. "What's so funny, boy? It's just a pokemon."
"It's not the dragon I'd worry about," the knight cut in as his eyes glowed beastly red. "It's the trainer himself."
Instantly, the crate's top busted open as a blur shot through it like a bullet. Before the commander knew it, three of his men were down and several of their pokemon lay unconscious at his feet. Before he could register what had just happened, blood flew through the air as the officer nearest to him had his head suddenly severed from his torso. A scream later and he saw another man holding his severed arm before falling to several bloody pieces. The Hydreigon did its own job and leveled all the pokemon and some soldiers too with a devastating Hyper Voice attack.
"Just what the hell is this?" the commander yelled to the seemingly unfazed Draco standing ahead and grinning like an idiot. "This is ground troop. We need back-"
Then he saw it. A head of shock white hair and yellow eyes with black corneas. It was a male. Young? Old? He couldn't really tell from the mask shielding his nose to his chin but from his height, he looked like a teenager/young man. What unnerved the commander the most however was the small, red trail falling from his half-lidded eyes like tears of blood.
"Commander Chase! Do you copy?" his transmitter screeched loudly but he couldn't hear it as the attacker gripped his arm and gave a sharp jerk, ripping it clean off. Quicker than you could say "Pop" the unfortunate commander's head rolled across the bloodied tarmac and stopped at Draco's feet.
"Nice intro Joid. Although it was a bit too messy for a temper tantrum," the knight mused, juggling the head between his feet like a football. "Well, it's not like you're capable of having a temper at all anyway."
The boy, no, monster stared at him and cocked his head in wonder.
"Easy boy. It's me Draco. I'm not exactly what you're looking for."
"U-uuurrrr..." he slurred and looked up at the sky before letting out an eerie wail with blood streaming down his eyes. Hydreigon flew up to him and he leapt unto its big, black, furry back.
"Going already? You're just as impatient as Alphy. Oh well. Just remember not to kill them. The time isn't right yet," Draco said and took out a roll of bandages. "Now if you'll excuse me, this looks like a job for...MR.P- oh wait. He's gone already?"
Scarlet walked down the crowded shop-filled street with Jolteon in his arms, cursing the day rock-paper-scissors were invented. Apparently, Emboar wanted pretzels and White had made a game of seeing who'd have to walk out of the mall and down the road in search of the treats. In a glorious display of competitiveness, he lost to White's super luck and Skyla's supreme intuition and as such was made to honor his dignity as a man and get the stupid...what was he supposed to get again?
"And to make it worse, my heart keeps pounding like something bad's gonna happen. Maybe I'll just get a doughnut instead. Or ten. Do Emboar like doughnuts?" he asked, raising Jolteon to his face, the latter of which proceeded to shrug and lick his nose in boredom. "I thought so."
Both were very aware of that red-eyed, blonde-haired stalker behind them. Scarlet was also aware of the fact that he should know her very, very well. What he wasn't aware of however was that the girl behind him was a psychic projection and the real Alphinia was racing madly towards him like a galloping Zebstrika with her nails dragging across the ground, throwing up rocks, dust and people in her way.
"SCARLET!" she roared in an insane tone.
"You just had to blow your cover..." he muttered and casually stepped to the side and stuck out a foot, instantly tripping her and sending her right through a glass pane beside him. He however ducked as a blue head shot through the broken glass and tried to take a snap at him. Scarlet recognized the black rings round the dragon-pokemon's eyes and had his problems confirmed.
"This is gonna be a baaaad day..."
Author's Corner. Recognition Part 2.
Slybill slams the door open on Scarlet's face and faces the anxious cast, grinning madly.
Aqua: So? What did you do?
Slybill: Pack your things guys! We're moving to Animewood!
Scarlet holds his broken nose and smirks at Camille.
Scarlet: Hah! I win! Pay the fuck up!
Slybill: Actually, I didn't go with either of those old weirdos.
Everyone: YOU DIDN'T?
Slybill: Of course not. Instead, this guy called Awesomeness127 messaged me and said my story could go places. Then I signed an internet contract, sold my soul to the eccentric devil and the rest is history.
Burgh:The Awesomeness127? The young and eccentric billionaire who made a best-seller from just one two-paged essay on why Vegeta should not be gay?
Violet: And you sold your soul to her?
Slybill: Well...that's what I saw on the contract anyway. Reminded me of Black Butler but hey, who cares? WE'RE GONNA BE FAMOUS!