And today's special thanks goes to… Kitty Kat 8888 and Aero Tundra for their amazing OCs! Thanks!
Also, I noticed that I didn't make any profiles for Venom and Bonehead. So, here they are:
Species: Arbok
Name: Venom
Gender: Male
Personality: Venom is a solitary creature by nature and prefers to be alone. He tends to be anti-social. Though the cause is unknown, something happened in his past that made him like he is today. The event is likely connected to his deceased parents.
Age: Twenty
Past: Little is known about his past. His mother was an Arbok and his father was a Seviper. He holds a great deal of respect for his father.
Family: Venom, as mentioned before, has a mother Arbok and a father Seviper. He holds his father in great esteem. Both of his parents are dead, and his attitude today is likely connected to their deaths. Any occupation he may have held is unknown.
Attacks: Poison Fang (via his father), Dig, Glare, and Strength.
Clothing: None so far.
Species: Cubone
Name: Bonehead (unaware that it is an insult)
Gender: Female
Personality: Bonehead is very playful and friendly, contrasting with the usual attitude of her kind. She is always eager to make new friends. However, when confronted with oppression she is always the first to fight for others. Despite her young age, she is a skilled fighter.
Age: Four and a half.
Past: Like most Cubone, her mother died, guarding her child. However, in her last moments, she begged her child to find friends and be happy. She plans on fulfilling this promise.
Family: Her deceased mother. Considers all her friends to be like family.
Attacks: Bone Club, Bonemarang, Headbutt and Leer. She hopes to learn new attacks on her journey.
Clothing: The skull she wears on her head. Adamant on not taking it off.
Well, hope you enjoyed them. But you aren't here for this, you're here for the fanfic! So here it is!
If there was one thing that got really, really old, it was knocking everything over everything by sheer accident. Made for a lot of awkward moments. Interrupted with treasure hunting too. Every time you turned, you knocked over a rock, or rustled a bush, or even slapped a Pokémon by mistake. It could get you into a lot of trouble. Especially around these parts, where rogue Pokémon infested the lands.
Sighing, Aero the Mawile returned the map she had been holding into her second mouth, the very source of her problems. The second set of chompers hung of her head like a ponytail, filed with sharp teeth. The very sight of the head filled most with fear. However, looks could be deceiving, and Mawile weren't called the deceiver Pokémon for nothing. Aero was as shy as could be, and the giant mouth on her head didn't do anything for her social anxiety.
However, there were benefits to being alone.
"Like not sharing treasure," Aero muttered as she searched the horizon for the rock formation she was looking for. A Wingull on the beach had sold her a treasure map for a few berries. Sure, her bizarre headgear had frightened it, but that wasn't enough to keep him from making a sale. The map of tiny island was dusty and old, and a red X marked a small spot in the plain. The Wingull has said that it was a hidden treasure trove. With enough money, she could leave the tiny little island and move to a nice, quiet area to spend her days, and make friends. That is, if she could ever deal with the giant mouth on her back.
Life kinda stinks sometimes.
This is stupid, she thought. There's no rock formation of that shape around here! That darn Wingull tricked me!
Deceiving the Deceiver Pokémon. Diabolical.
Aero sighed and leaned against a tree, pulling one of her remaining berries before chewing it thoughtfully. All that treasure was never going to be hers, it seemed. She made note to bite the Wingull should she ever see it again.
Her thoughts were interrupted when two large Pokémon burst into the clearing she was sitting in, running by in a flash. They were certainly in a hurry to get somewhere. Aero was about to dismiss them as friends playing a game, or just in the mood for exercise. It was only after she saw something very shiny in the black one's mouth that got her attention.
Shiny?
Treasure, maybe?
Raising an eyebrow, Aero jumped up and began to walk in the direction the two had come from. Maybe, just maybe there was a treasure trove, and the two were getting friends to help dig it up. With any luck, she could find it, and maybe sneak out a mouthful of precious stones.
Both of Aero's mouths grinned as she swiftly skipped through the grass.
Before long, the wind carried a few voices to her ears.
"I don't see them," I young, high voice said.
"I'm sure they're around here somewhere!" another, very optimistic voice said.
"Oh, this is awful!" an aggravated voice, older sounding than the others, said. "I need that diamond! It's important to me!"
"Don't worry!" the second voice replied. "We'll find it! They couldn't have gotten far!"
The Mawile frowned. More treasure hunters? She thought, worried. There was a limit on how much treasure could be split after all.
Aero shyly peeked out of the tall grass and saw a trio of Pokémon walking through the fields. Pokémon she wasn't familiar with. The trio was searching for something, their eyes scanning the grass in anticipation.
"Oh, this is so unfair!" the brown creature, a Buneary, Aero noted, shouted. "That was my treasure! I needed that!"
Aero's conscience got that better of her, and she stepped into the open. "Excuse me," she said in a quiet voice that just barely got the other's attention. "If you're looking for something shiny…" she began.
The Buneary jumped up and grabbed the startled Mawile, shaking her desperately. "Did you see it?" she questioned. "My diamond? Did you see it? Two Pokémon took it!"
Aero felt her hopes of treasure plummet with those words, but told the truth anyway. "Uh, I saw two big Pokémon, one white and one black, running with something shiny over there." She pointed in the direction that she came from.
The Buneary ran off, yelling "Come on!" to her friends.
The Rattata followed quickly, casting a quick glance at Aero. The Cubone ran up and actually hugged her, surprising the Mawile. "Thanks!" the Cubone said. "That treasure must mean a lot to Bessie, so we're all trying to find it. Come on!"
"Um, okay?" Aero replied before getting dragged off by the ground-type.
The group ran through the grass in the direction that Aero had pointed, eager to find Bessie's lost treasure.
Venom felt his head pounding again. He remembered an old saying: 'Out of the frying pan and into the fire." He had gotten away from the Cubone, and now he had… this.
He had been slithering through the grass, not hunting or anything, just bored and fancying some exercise, when he had bumped into a mother Dodou and her two chicks. The mother had seen the snake and panicked, running off. Venom, used to this reaction, was uninterested… until someone had decided to fight him off.
Venom stared at the angry and hissing Meowth that was facing him, her claws bared. The small cat had a purple collar around her neck and an angry look on her face. She was circling the completely unimpressed serpent. "Alright," she growled. "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. What's it gonna be?"
"Are you serious?" asked Venom.
The Meowth narrowed her violet eyes and hissed. "Of course I mean it!" she said. "I'm not going to let you terrorize those nice birds! Easy way or hard way! Choose!"
Venom slithered away, bored already.
"Hey!" shouted the Meowth running after him. "Don't you run away from me, snake! We're not done!"
"I think we are," Venom replied.
The Meowth jumped in his way. "Now yet we aren't!" she shouted. "You've just chosen the hard way!" She held up her claws, shouting, "Fury Swipes!" and charging forward.
The moment she was in range, she swiped at the snake, which reared his head up, dodging her easily.
"Is that it?" he asked.
The Meowth, though surprised, quickly put herself together. "All right!" she shouted. "Now it's serious!"
Venom raised an eye ridge as the threat.
"Quick Attack!" the cat shouted, charging at the snake at high speed.
Venom shifted his head to one side, and the cat hit the ground behind after another miss. "You know, we could avoid this if you just walk off like a good little kitty."
"I am not little!" the Meowth said. "I'm Violet the Meowth, and I'm the greatest rescuer of all time!"
"Uh-huh," the unimpressed cobra replied.
"I'll show you!" the angry cat replied. "Scratch!" she yelled, swiping at the snake again.
Venom, tired of the feline, knocked her back onto the ground so hard that the golden charm on her head was knocked off. "If that's all you have to offer, I'm leaving."
"Hey!" the Meowth called as she chased after the snake. "Don't walk away from me!"
Venom ignored the cat, and kept slithering away until heard her saying, "Hey, give me that back!"
Venom tilted his head and saw a small, black dog Pokémon that he recognized as Houndour. The dark-type had gotten hold of the Meowth's golden charm, and was running around, keeping the coin away from its unhappy and protesting owner, who was giving chase, shouting, "Give that back!"
The dog blissfully ignored her and ran off into the tall grass, out of sight. The Meowth was quick to follow, ready to tear the dog's ears off. However, a very loud bark sent the cat running out of the bush, followed by a Fire Spin attack. Thankfully, the Meowth was able to duck down, narrowly avoiding the attack. However, the attack hit Venom dead center in the face, knocking the now angry reptile over.
Picking up her courage, the Meowth jumped and followed the dog, growling to herself angrily, and eager for revenge against the dog.
However, once she was gone, a very, very angry Venom rose off the ground, anger and aggressive instinct flowing through him. He vaguely remembered such an event when he was young, only with a Pikachu, instead of a Houndour. The memory of his father attacking the rodent played in his mind.
"Where did that mutt go?" he hissed, angrily, following the cat into the bushes.
Sorry for the late update. Next time, all of our heroes finally meet to lay the smack down on the thieves! See you next time!