Let's say I hunted for shiny Pokemon for too long so this chapter gets delayed. I wanted to post this on the weekends but oh, well…
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Parousia45
I'm very pleased that you like this story more than the last one and even use one of my characters as a cameo. I can comprehend the flaws in Desire Tunnel. I'm very inexperienced at that time and my grammar is pretty crippling. Hopefully, I can save the series with the sequel that I planned. Your assessment of my characters is interesting. It seems like there is a trend on the favorites lately. Most viewers also tend to hate on the same characters. Also, you seem to have a lot of knowledge in the VGC aspect of Pokemon. Care for a match with me?
OctoRiter
I want to innovate Total Drama as a whole. While I feel like while the community is pretty creative and can come up with great challenges and twists, the island premise is a bit overused. Therefore, I decided to make the island flexible. For example, if I want an amusement park built. I could integrate it in one of the areas and make the challenge about it. Don't worry about not finishing your story. That is the mistake I made with Desire Tunnel. I focused on finishing it too much that the quality deteriorated. Just do it at your own pace but try to get into the habit of like writing 1000 words a day.
Worma-Sir
Well, there are friendships in this game. Darmanitan and Lucario are friends, Houndour and Ledyba are friends. Rhyhorn and Nosepass are friends. Most of the girls in the Feckless Flygon are friends. It depends on how you look at it. Miltank and Heracross are also friends, althought this one is debatable. Meowth sees most of his teammates as acquaintances. Just because Dedenne betrayed Jumpluff doesn't they can't be friends after the show ends. I'm sure Jumpluff won't hold grudges. The game is a social experiment where different characters have different approaches to the game. Some values friendship, some values money and some values their strength.
Dark Arcanine 33
I never expected to see a very experienced author like you reviewing my story. I'm honored deeply. I used to read your stories but I accidentally saw the spoilers on your profile page so it kinds of pull me off. The other thing is your stories are also kind of too long but I will try and find the time to read if I can. Your review is much appreciated.
Sun Demigod
I wonder if your perception on Grovyle changed on this chapter. I'm very curious to see what you think of him now.
Roran the Zoroark
Skarmory is obviously great. He is my favorite Pokemon, I can't potray him in a negative light, can I?
Episode 14: Bewear the Ursaring
The once cheery, ditzy and brimming sunlight elapsed into oblivion as the dark fell upon the (mostly asleep) contestants. Left in the daunting night, Bisharp and Grovyle eyed each other intensely with contrasting feelings. Today's shocking elimination was still fresh and vivid in Bisharp's mind like the bittersweet taste of Leppa Berry.
Each side held each other throats, yet they didn't do anything more violent than that. Bisharp's grip waned. Despite his pained expressions, he couldn't assemble enough rage or willpower to strangle Grovyle. On the other hand, Grovyle relaxed his muscles. He looked comfortable, or was it an act?
"Why?! Why?" Bisharp continued to question him after their stare down.
Grovyle returned a look, flaunting that he knew the answer. "Why? When I entered this game, I know that I need a strategist, an alliance to propel myself further in this game. I thought that I can rely on you. However, you left me. Now, you are only an obstacle toward my success. Sorry, old friend. It is just a game. I don't hate you personally like Skrelp." Grovyle revealed.
"Is that all? Is this all just a game to you?!" Bisharp snapped angrily, he started to lose control and his grip tightened.
"Calm down. You will get over it. You will see her later, alright?" Grovyle consoled a bit patronizingly.
Bisharp slowly removed his hands from Grovyle's neck and limped away slowly, lifeless as ever. He didn't seem to have any energy left to fight with him any longer.
"I can't believe that I thought you are trustworthy…" Bisharp regretted, looking down at his own foolish self.
"Take it easy, man. I used to play a bit rougher back at the countryside. Back there, I'm considered as a 'Good Guy'. A strategist like you get it, right? Just a game move. Now, I'm the smart one." Grovyle insisted on talking. Bisharp scoffed and slowly left to sleep.
Confessional
Bisharp: "I get it now… Skrelp and Grovyle both knew it. Instead of eliminating me, they want me to suffer even more. You want to play it strategically with me? Two can play the game, Grovyle. How about three? Throw Skrelp into the mix as well… I will return this agony, twice as cold and thrice as merciless." Bisharp laughed hysterically, his eyes widened and demented.
Grovyle was left alone on the dock. He stood still for a moment, looking at the horizon of the sea momentarily before he left like Bisharp. However, on his way...
He caught a glimpse of a fleeing figure rustling through bushes.
"What's that?" Grovyle tapped his chin.
"Oh, late bird gets the worms and early bird bites the dust. That must be it." Grovyle shrugged it off.
Confessional
Grovyle: "Bisharp can hate me all he wants. The only one that I need is Dedenne. She is the only one that matters beside the million. I will make sure she gets second place."
Silently, Shedinja floated moderately slow to his cabin. His spiritless eyeholes purely fixed toward the destination. As a result, he didn't notice someone.
"Where did you go out every single night? Lucario isn't going to be happy." Cryogonal warned, questioning his action. Shedinja simply ignored her and continued to move.
"I know that we aren't the closest friends out here and you have no reason to trust me." Cryogonal said, trying to be approachable. "I just thought that you might want to share it with someone."
Shedinja turned around, not responding at first in any manner. Things started to look awkward.
"There is literally no reason to care. Talking to a rock will be more exciting than knowing what I did." Shedinja drawled before he entered his cabin.
Cryogonal didn't look too satisfied with the answer she got.
Confessional
Cryogonal: "If he doesn't want to say it, I might need to see it for myself."
Grovyle entered the cabin to see one Pokemon missing. Who? He looked around a bit before he yawned. He couldn't bother with that right now. He needed his sleep. Grovyle covered himself with a blanket and turned sideways.
The door creaked and a rocky reptile emerged. He closed the door quietly before he went to bed.
Confessional
Tyrunt: "I want to say goodbye to Jumpluff as well but the situation got a bit murderous…" Tyrunt trembled, he could feel a chill down his spine. His eyes were filled with fear and uncertainty. "I don't know what to do anymore."
The camera captured the sight of the Sun, signaling the start of a new day. However, there was also something else…
A grand cruise ship with our host, Skarmory. He returned to save his show's ratings from Chef Drapion. Flying out and landed gracefully, he faced the camera immediately.
"Ah, my beautiful island. Nice to see you again. Anyways, I return here swiftly because I can't afford to neglect my own job, can I?" Skarmory explained. "Chef Drapion sent me the footage of yesterday's episode. I watched it on my way here."
"Last time, our contestants met a rude awakening, thanks to the blatantly loud professional athlete. Feeling sleep deprived, they were forced to suffer from the scorching heat of the desert area. Still, Chef Drapion had no mercy. He used dirty tactics to spike up the difficulty and his own monetary gain. Wow, nice going, chef. The viewers, interns and the contestants sure are going to like you." Skarmory recapped, ending it on a sarcastic note.
"What will happen in this exiting episode of Total Skarmory Island? Find out and don't close your screen yet!" Skarmory sipped his coffee before the camera finished recording.
Lucario rallied all of his teammates early in the morning to discuss about the matter of the advantage. This time, he woke them up a bit later and nicer as well due to Darmanitan's suggestion. They all seemed to be in a better mood than yesterday with fully-awake looks on their faces. Well, with one exception, Shedinja. He was still sleeping in the cabin.
"Attention, team!" Lucario gained their attention. "Before we start, I will make this clear and I won't say it twice. Shedinja shall be excluded from the use of the advantage in case we find it because he decided to sleep late. He did this to himself." Lucario didn't have any sympathy in the slightest.
"Our main objective is to secure the advantage at all costs! I expect everyone to try their best with all their vigor, effort and energy. No slacking off! My plan is to split up into three groups of three. Each group will cover one of three different places. From my past experiences, Ursaring usually appeared in the forest area, the mountain area and deep inside Skarmory Cave." Lucario informed, glancing around to make sure everyone pays attention. "Any objections?"
"Do we get to form our own teams?" Houndour asked.
"No, I prefer to match a weak member against a strong member for safety reasons." Lucario shook his head, sounding strict.
"Weak member, strong member, who dictates that? You? I think you are looking down on us a bit too much." Scolipede argued.
"Said the helpless weakling that depended on a girl to beat Raticate." Lucario retorted. "I believe that you have no right to say anything when you can't even protect yourself." Lucario admonished, tarnishing his pride and confidence.
Scolipede averted his eyes and gritted his teeth, humiliated and disappointed in himself. Ledyba looked at him with worry, placing one of her arms on his back.
The other Flygon members looked a bit uncomfortable at the situation. Some seemed like they want to say something.
"Homie, maybe you should let them form their own teams. I mean it helps to work with someone you like to work with. They will feel more motivated that way." Darmanitan suggested.
"I know what's best for them. They will end up getting themselves hurt if they don't listen to me." Lucario argued, stubborn and strong-headed.
"Who are you to dictate our freedom like this? If this is how you want to do it, then I quit." Cryogonal left, not turning back. Lucario scowled at this, his face heating up with anger.
"Her loss. Nothing matters as long as we get that statue. I don't care about the method. Just beat the bear up and get it over with already." Miltank seemed tired of the discussion.
Lucario exploded. "You know what?! I'm done. I'm tired of all of you ungrateful brats! Do whatever the hell you want!" Lucario abandoned them and ventured to find the advantage on his own.
"Homie, wait." Darmanitan followed him hurriedly.
"There goes his fanboy. I'm going to get that advantage for myself as well. See you, Slowpokes!" Miltank ran out of the camp area as well.
"Err… We could still try and get it together. I know the way inside Skarmory Cave pretty well." Houndour suggested.
"No thanks. I want a rest." Scolipede said, dragging himself inside his cabin. Ledyba looked at him anxiously and turned to face Houndour.
"I want to go with you but…" Ledyba hesitated.
"I understand." Houndour nodded in understanding. "I guess that leaves the three of us Treasure Trio members."
"Sorry, I have no agenda in acquiring the advantage or at least for now." Meowth rejected. Duosion looked a bit surprised by this and observed Meowth a little.
"Alright, no problem dude." Houndour was left with Duosion. Meowth got a sly smile on his face.
Five hunted for the advantage, five stayed behind. Will Ursaring came out on top?
Confessional
Duosion: "Meowth has been a bit distant lately. I guess he wants to leave the Treasure Trio. Perhaps, he thinks that staying with us paints a target on his back."
Lucario: "Can't the team just listen to me obediently?! I'm doing what's best for them!"
Miltank: "It is actually better for me that Lucario's plan gone down the drain. Because now, I can share the advantage with Heracross."
Scolipede: "I feel so useless. Gah! I can't do anything yesterday other than watching her getting beaten up."
Nosepass smiled brightly, waddling out of his cabin.
"Yay, I didn't have a nightmare. Woo-hoo!" Nosepass exclaimed. Briefly, he spotted Rhyhorn heading to the intersection in a hurry.
"Again? Better go and check." Nosepass tried to run but he was so slow that there was no way that he could catch up.
Once he reached the intersection, Rhyhorn was far, far gone…
"I want a Trick Room to help a poor, slow and handicapped rock type like me." Nosepass complained, sweating.
Bisharp passed Nosepass without saying a word, his eyes sought for something malicious.
"Creepy." Nosepass shivered a bit.
Suddenly, Meowth approached Nosepass after Bisharp was gone, holding his hands behind his back.
"My dear customer, may I help you in anyway?" Meowth talked sweetly.
"Oh, I'm just so scared of many things here. I want something to help me feeling less scared." Nosepass told.
"Oh, I see. Well, my business does sell repels to keep scary Pokemon away." Nosepass looked a bit hopeful. "However, I'm afraid that I didn't bring them here." Meowth admitted. Nosepass lowered his head.
"However, do not fret. I might be able to offer something else. I'm currently developing a brand new, secret product. Can I ask you a few questions to complete my survey?" Meowth asked, rubbing his fingers together.
"No problem. What is the question?" Nosepass wondered.
"What troubles you in the other team?" Meowth revealed the question.
"A lot of things. Rhyhorn told me to not trust Heracross, Skrelp, Drifblim, Bisharp or Grovyle. They are all dangerous and we shouldn't side with them. In addition, Bisharp seems to be… very mad lately. Maybe, he was mad about me because I didn't vote with him." Nosepass explained.
"Jumpluff is eliminated from what I see. Are they very close?" Meowth asked for details, his eyes intrigued.
"They seem to be close. However, it looks like Grovyle betray him or something." Nosepass explained, albeit a bit unconfident. Meowth nodded.
"Alright, thank you for the survey. I will make sure to keep the information safe. As a token of appreciation for your cooperation. I present this to you." Meowth handed Nosepass ten Skarmory tokens.
"Wow, thank you." Nosepass happily returned to his cabin, free from all kinds of worry after he got the tokens. Meowth grinned as he watched Nosepass.
Confessional
Meowth: "Information is key in the success of a business. Knowing what or when things are in a trend or patterns in a market can be very useful. I'm preparing myself for the merge. All the customers will swarm over me and I will shower in millions and millions of P!" Meowth laughed, he went crazy for a moment. He then stopped and coughed. "Oh, fear not, I will donate half of it to charity."
Nosepass: "Look at all this wealth." Nosepass showed the tokens. "If I get paid every time I do a survey. I will do surveys for a living instead of working hard endlessly."
Scolipede lay down on his bed with his face buried on his pillow.
"You look like Grovyle in prison." Shedinja made a random comment.
"Don't talk to me." Scolipede didn't sound pleased.
"Fine, I will go and talk to a rock instead. You can talk to your pillow." Shedinja drawled before he left the cabin.
Scolipede made a somewhat scornful, suppressed laugh.
"Scolipede, you want to talk?" Ledyba asked from the outside. Scolipede lifted his head up and crawled over to her, avoiding eye contact.
"Don't take what Lucario said seriously. He didn't mean to hurt your feelings. He just wanted to disprove your point. Everything will be alright. You got me by your side." Ledyba consoled.
"I feel so ashamed and humiliated. Lucario belittled and degraded me. It really pierces on the inside. I feel like that was a very cheap shot against me. Worst of all, it makes me feel like I can't do anything to protect you." Scolipede turned to face Ledyba, looking emotionally weak. He didn't cry by any means yet it seemed like he was on the verge of tears.
"Aw, don't feel sad, Scolipede. In my eyes, you did everything that you could. You defeated Raticate and transported me over to the town safely. I love you." Ledyba hugged Scolipede.
"Thank you for always being by my side. You only see the good in me. I owe a lot to you. I will try to fortify myself mentally so that you don't need to worry about me again." Scolipede embraced her affectionately.
Confessional
Scolipede: "Ever since that incident, I have always been weak and paranoid. I'm scared that others will talk behind my back and betray me. I'm scared that I won't be strong enough to stand against them. That made me push away Ledyba so many times. Yet, she somehow saw something inside me. I will make sure to treasure our love."
Ledyba: "I want him to live a better life, free from that traumatizing past. Scolipede can be a really kind-hearted Pokemon on the inside. I'm confident that nothing can get in the way of our relationship." Ledyba beamed.
Lucario rushed ahead at full speed to the mountain, blazing through the stairs, reaching the very peak of the mountain.
"Ursaring, you coward! Come out and fight me like a real man!" Lucario screamed to the top of his lungs, hoping that Ursaring will accept his challenge.
"Homie, wait!" Darmanitan shouted from below, climbing up as fast as he could with his arms and legs. Lucario didn't seem to hear; he was absorbed in his hunt.
Lucario squinted his eyes, trying to find any sign of Ursaring. At the same time, Darmanitan progressively got closer to him.
"Homie, you need to be a bit open-minded when it comes to their opinion. They all walk from a different path of life, far different from yours. Be a bit understanding and less aggressive so they will get the message." Darmanitan advised. Lucario didn't seem particularly interested.
"I will only lead a team that is obedient to me. Otherwise, I have no room for any of them." Lucario persisted on getting his way.
Darmanitan couldn't think of anything else to say. Regardless, he wouldn't say anything when a figure blasted through the sky, completely airborne. Any guesses? The right answer was Ursaring with a jetpack. Resting on his shoulder was a bazooka. The advantage was nowhere to be found.
"Challenging me when I'm about to have a picnic with the other interns? That is very narcissistic of you, Lucario. I will literally give you tasty knuckle sandwiches as a punishment. The bonus will be mine and none of you will get it unless you want to face my wrath!" Ursaring roared and started to blast sandwiches out of his bazooka. (This is to prevent lawsuits.)
Lucario dodged them by jumping down the stairs. Darmanitan did the same but he nearly got caught in the blast.
Lucario turned back to look at Ursaring, he couldn't find any trace of the advantage.
"This is a trap. Run!" Lucario told Darmanitan and the two tried to flee.
"Take this and that and this and that." Ursaring repeated as he fired more and more sandwiches at them. However, he kept missing. Lucario performed many acrobatics flips and masterful maneuvers while Darmanitan tried to zig-zag around. Ursaring started to groan in frustration.
"Is that all you got?!" Lucario taunted and Ursaring seethed. Lucario smirked, he was looking for this opportunity.
"I'm going to get you myself!" Ursaring dropped down from his jetpack and tried to blast Lucario at close range. However, the professional athlete just ducked and swiftly struck the bazooka off his hand with Bone Rush. In quick succession, he slammed the bone onto his left shoulder.
"Ouch." Ursaring yelped, he took some damage from the attack. Once Darmanitan heard the voice, he turned back and thought about helping. However, Lucario signaled for him to not intervene.
"You make me mad!" Ursaring tried to counter with Hammer Arm. Slamming his fist on… the ground as Lucario jumped up high into the air.
"I nearly forgot that the homie got first in acrobatics." Darmanitan admitted, scratching his head.
Lucario landed behind and secured a lock on Ursaring's neck. The bear struggled to break free but he failed.
However, Ursaring had a last resort. He jumped up and stomped heavily onto the ground to create an Earthquake. Lucario was forced to let go and leaped into the air, landing on a rock high up on the mountain.
"I'm not done yet. I will show you that you aren't invincible." Ursaring grabbed a nearby rock and threw it at Lucario.
Lucario punched the rock, breaking it. Afterwards, he charged at Ursaring with a blinding speed.
Due to the speed drop from Hammer Arm, Ursaring wasn't prepare for the next move.
Lucario punched rapidly with his Bullet Punch. It was a blur as Lucario dealt a multitude of blows to Ursaring, who can't do anything but howled in pain.
"That is his egg move, I heard that it was passed down for generations. Awesome, homie!" Darmanitan fascinated as he spectated the battle. He cheered as one of Lucario's biggest fan.
Ursaring looked like a mess with bruises all over him, dropping down to his knees. However, he didn't plan on giving up yet. Lucario dropped his guard down and smiled victoriously. Unexpectedly, Ursaring rose up from the ground for one final time.
"You aren't done yet?" Lucario looked surprised.
"I want to at least hit you once!" Ursaring desperately grabbed hold of Lucario's arms and pushed them both toward a rock.
"Take Down!" Ursaring rammed them both against the rock. Lucario took minor damage due to resistance. On the other hand, Ursaring knocked himself out due to recoil.
"You don't know when to give up, don't you? Go and find yourself a worthy opponent of your skill level." Lucario disrespected Ursaring.
"At least, he tried his best." Darmanitan looked at his unconscious body with sympathy.
Lucario looked around in case the advantage was nearby. However, there was nothing to be found. Lucario kicked a sandwich flying in frustration.
"Chill out." Darmanitan tried to calm him down.
Confessional
Lucario: "That dishonorable coward! He hid the advantage!"
Darmanitan: "It is very tough to make the homie chill out even with my zen power. His temper is even more explosive than a bomb."
Time passed by relentlessly as the hunt continued, Miltank and Heracross foraged through some bushes, trees and rocks to no avail.
"Where the hell is that advantage?!" Heracross said angrily, punching a tree.
"Wait until I get my hands on that damn bear, I will beat him into a pulp and show him who's boss!" Miltank asserted.
Their stomach grumbled.
"Let's grab some lunch. I need to fill my stomach with some grub." Heracross suggested and Miltank agreed.
"Yeah, better than drinking my own milk." Miltank revolted at the thought.
Soon enough, the search started to die down after the challenge was about to begin, except for a certain couple.
Confessional
Heracross: "I need that advantage. With those bunch of jokers in my team, I don't know who will get the boot next."
Miltank: "I personally don't like the move Milk Drink, it is like sacrificing my strength to heal myself. Very counterproductive."
Houndour and Duosion reached the underground with mountains of garbage once again. The smell was rotten and disgusting as ever, forcing them to slow down their breath.
Houndour cautiously glanced around at his surroundings, ensuring that nothing bad will happen once again. Damp patches of sewage water irritated his feet, every time he accidentally stepped on them. He seemed very uncomfortable with this place, yet his eyes seemed invited oddly by the sight of a garbage can rolling on the uneven slope of the foul and toxic mountain.
"Are you uncomfortable? If you want, you can wait on the upper floors while I search alone. Psychic types beat poison after all." Duosion suggested, seemingly worried.
"No, this place isn't that bad. I want to keep on searching with you. I will be alright." Houndour assured. Duosion looked much more at ease. Her eyes seemed to follow Houndour's, viewing the unstable garbage can. The two didn't seem serious about getting the advantage.
"That is very reminiscent of the time you saved me. You are very heroic, Houndour." Duosion said lovingly.
"Really? You are more heroic in my eyes. You aren't easily scared of this cave like me. You are very brave and rational. You even beat Raticate! I couldn't ask for more from my girl." Houndour praised with admiration and respect.
"That is sweet of you. Hopefully, we will last on this island together for a very long time." Duosion smiled, looking very happy. Once Houndour heard this, however, he froze suddenly. Duosion turned to him, confused.
"Duosion, I can wish for only one thing. Can you promise that to me?" Houndour asked seriously. Duosion nodded slowly.
"If I'm gone sooner than expected, please stay strong, alright? I don't want you to look sad like when you did after the prison challenge. We owe a lot to Machoke for saving us. However, I can't rely on others to protect me all the time. It isn't right. Can you promise me?" Houndour held her gelatinous body pleadingly, staring deep into her soul. Duosion averted her eyes a little.
"I'm not confident about that… Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?" Duosion replied, hoping inside that it was just a joke. How can he be eliminated soon?
"You need to. I believe in you." Houndour encouraged, pressuring her a little.
"Is it Lucario, again?!" Duosion sounded scornful.
"It isn't his fault. He has every right to believe what he wants to. It is partially my fault as well." Houndour tried to calm her down.
"I'm sick of him! I'm sick of how he treated you!" Duosion snarled. "Initially, I don't want to rebel or oppose him because he is our leader but I will if I must in order to protect you."
"Please calm down. This is what I'm worried about. If I'm eliminated, don't hold any grudges against him, please. I can't leave this island with ease if you end up like that." Houndour expressed his concerns.
"You are just too kind... Your heart is too pure and forgiving. Even self-proclaimed heroes in ancient times bathed in blood to accomplish their great plan." Houndour grew more anxious. "Okay, I will." Duosion promised in the end, wanting him to feel unburdened.
The two continued to search a bit more. Duosion floated slowly behind Houndour, her eyes a bit teary. Houndour dragged his feet across the ground, no longer feeling energetic.
They reached the end of the floor. Awaiting them was… a stinking pile of garbage. Torn-up newspapers covering old collections of bottles and boxes. Next to all the junk was a half-eaten honey jar.
"Hmm…" Duosion looked a bit deep in thought. "The smell of the honey is still fresh. This is very fishy." Duosion analyzed.
"Well, it is getting late. We should hurry back to grab some lunch." Houndour suggested and the two decided to leave. At the last moment before they climbed/floated up the ladder, Duosion couldn't help but turned around to look at the room one more time.
Confessional
Duosion: "I will try and find a way to keep him safe even if it means that I need to plot up some sort of scheme." She looked very determined.
Houndour: "It is nice if I can get the advantage but even if I have it… I don't think I will use it against Lucario. Despite what most of our teammates usually said about him, I think he works really hard for the team. I have mad respect for the dude." He seemed sincere.
In the mess hall…
Tyrunt gradually ate his plate of sludge with his head down, not complaining peculiarly to his standards.
Grovyle entered the mess hall, walking nonchalantly, humming to himself. Tyrunt kept his head even lower.
While Grovyle grabbed a plate of food from the chef, Tyrunt sneaked up to look at his back. His eyes filled with fear and disbelief. Instantly, he returned to his original position after Grovyle turned around.
"Hey, Tyrunt. How's your day?" Grovyle greeted and Tyrunt lifted his face up slowly.
"Alright." Tyrunt replied, acting natural to the best of his ability.
"Great." Grovyle sat next to him, making the gamer feel more uncomfortable.
Grovyle and Tyrunt didn't say much to each other. They just focused on the food. Until… Dedenne joined them.
"Hey guys, let's eat before the challenge starts." Dedenne said, breaking the awkward silence.
"Yeah, let's win this time. Crazy Crawdaunt, we can do this." Grovyle motivated, raising his fist up. Dedenne lightened up while Tyrunt nodded with a small smile.
Bisharp entered, not bothering to look at anyone or say anything. He grabbed a plate of food and sat alone in the corner.
"Geez cold, I guess he is mad that his 'pawn' got eliminated. Lately, he gave me these threatening glares." Dedenne told.
"What a jerk. Don't listen to anything he said. We are all pawns to him. Now that he realizes we don't have a birdbrain, he is coming after us." Grovyle brainwashed.
"Grovyle, flying types aren't stupid. Please don't make an insensitive comment like that." Dedenne scolded.
"Oops, sorry. It is just a saying." Grovyle apologized.
"It is alright, everyone can make mistakes including me." Dedenne looked a bit guilt-tripped by the events of yesterday.
"Grovyle, can I ask a question?" Tyrunt asked.
"Yes, spill it all out." Grovyle allowed.
"Why do you hate Bisharp now all of a sudden? I thought you two were… friends." Tyrunt questioned.
"Here is the thing, he used to be my friend until I realized that he is a master manipulator. He sided with Skrelp in the beginning of the game and voted Pokemon like Farfetch'd, Helioptile and Elekid out. The viewers can confirm that." Grovyle explained.
"A-alright." Tyrunt reluctantly agreed. He glanced at Bisharp, who looked sorrowful and heartbroken before turning back to Grovyle, who looked jolly and relaxed. Tyrunt doubted Grovyle's integrity.
Confessional
Tyrunt: "Bisharp is actually sad that Jumpluff left but Grovyle… How could he act like that? I'm so naïve."
Dedenne: "I'm really starting to regret what I did." Dedenne smacked her own forehead. "Oh, Dedenne you can't second guess yourself. You made your choice. Grovyle over Jumpluff."
"Contestants, the challenge is about to begin! Meet me at the usual place, my shop. I also have a special 'guest' today. He is very mad at one of you." Skarmory announced.
Eventually, all the contestants arrived. They seemed much more pleased without Chef Drapion in charge.
"Why back so soon? The ratings dropped? Ran out of ginseng tea?" Drifblim said wryly. (The show doesn't even air yet in their world. Drifblim was just joking.)
"Hahaha…" Skarmory laughed it off. "Anyways, meet a familiar face, everyone. Ursaring is here with a vengeance." Skarmory stepped sideways and Ursaring appeared with bandages all over him, glaring at Lucario. The professional athlete wasn't fazed in the slightest.
"Before you ask, he doesn't bring the advantage with him neither is it already taken. However, here is the thing. He wants revenge against someone. Therefore, I decide that it is a great idea to let him come up with a challenge of his own. Take the spotlight, Ursaring." Skarmory gave him an opportunity to speak.
Ursaring walked up to the contestants and spoke loudly. "Today, we will play Ursaring Games! Here is how it works, we play a set of games that gives me an advantage. Both teams will compete against me. Each round, some contestants may be eliminated if they fail the challenge. After three rounds, the team with the most members win. Here is the twist…" Ursaring paused. The contestants looked excited with the exception of a few like Bisharp and Shedinja.
Skarmory revealed instead. "Since the merge is pretty close, I decide to give all of you a taste of it. If you survive through all of the three rounds, you get individual immunity." The contestants looked exhilarated at the thought of individual immunity.
"Skarmory, it can't be that easy, right? There must be some sort of catch." Drifblim said, it sounded too good to be true for her.
"Indeed, very insightful of you. Here is the catch, getting the individual immunity might divert you from the team aspect of the challenge itself." Skarmory indicated. Lucario didn't look pleased once he heard this.
"If you get the team immunity, the individual one doesn't stack in case someone is wondering. You don't get it for the next elimination and can't give it away either." Skarmory explained further. Meowth shook his head slightly.
"Alright, we will now start the first game." Ursaring got the attention back. "It is called Fill the Honey Jars." Duosion's eyes widened up once she heard the name.
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Duosion: "I think I might have a clue to the location of the advantage."
Heracross: "Individual immunity is what I want. Now, I don't need to carry all the dead weight in the team."
Lucario: "I want everyone to focus on the team immunity. I hope nobody falls into that trap."
Houndour: "I will try my best to help the team. Hopefully, Lucario sees it."
Skrelp: "The inclusion of the individual immunity will entice many to abandon the concept of collective identity. What intrigues me the most is how Lucario will react to it. Hopefully, he throws a hissy fit of rage and subsequently gets eliminated. Bisharp is a weak foe, Lucario is the real threat in this game."
Drifblim: "As a super fan, I'm very excited. Getting individual immunity would be like ticking off a box in my list of things to do here."
Meowth: "If individual immunity can be offered to others, this will be an ideal twist. Engaging in a transaction over these goods is what I look forward to the most." Meowth rubbed his hands together.
Ursaring stood near the stall of Skarmory Shop, which was currently filled with empty honey jars.
"I will explain it simply so we can get start fast. Both teams need to fill five honey jars and bring them back here. Interns are scattered around somewhere in this island. Approach them and they will fill your jar. There are two types of interns, a Combee intern and a Vespiquen intern. Vespiquen interns have more honey but are rarer. Male interns can be a Vespiquen. They wear either a Combee hat or a Vespiquen hat so distinguishing between them shouldn't be difficult." Ursaring drank some water to hydrate himself.
Ursaring then continued with the rules. "Now, here is where I come into play. My job is to eliminate as many contestants as possible. If I catch you, you are eliminated for good. There are two ways that you can make me stop chasing you. The first way is to complete the mission. The second is to smash your own honey jar like a selfish, little brat." Ursaring looked around at the contestants, enjoying the current atmosphere.
The members all looked at each other with uncertainty in the air. Can they really trust each other? This challenge will be a test of that.
"Lastly, Skarmory gave me these three chance cards to make my life a bit easier." Ursaring showed the empty, white colored back of the cards to the contestants and smirked. He didn't want to spoil the surprises yet. What kind of nasty effects will they bring to the game? The contestants watched Ursaring with anticipation.
"I will give you a grace period of five minutes. Start now!" Ursaring declared.
Lucario dashed straight to the stall first and collected many jars. He handed them off to Darmanitan, Miltank, Meowth and Ledyba to help the team.
The rest soon collected theirs except for Bisharp, who was trailing behind Shedinja and Nosepass. He seemed lost in thought.
"Are you alright?" Tyrunt asked, handing Bisharp an extra jar. Bisharp raised his head up slowly and grabbed it.
"Tyrunt, can I talk to you later?" Bisharp uttered quietly. Tyrunt was surprised to hear this but nodded nonetheless.
"Yay, I get to collect all the sticky, gooey stuff." Shedinja drawled, taking the last honey jar.
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Bisharp: "I think I can trust Tyrunt enough to share my plan with him." His eyes lightened up again with the fire of revenge. "Eliminating them isn't enough anymore…"
Lucario: "I will keep my eyes on everyone. If one of them decides to smash their own honey jar. I swear I will…" The confessional got cut off because it was too brutal.
Lucario and many others headed to the intersection. The professional athlete himself opted for the gym area. Darmanitan and Miltank followed him. The two Feckless Flygon couples went to the forest area. Cryogonal aimed for the snowy area while Meowth and Shedinja searched around the camp.
On the other team, Grovyle led Dedenne to the forest area. Nosepass followed Rhyhorn to the forest as well. Tyrunt and Bisharp stayed close to the beach. Skrelp, Drifblim and Heracross headed to the haunted area.
"Contestants, I'm ready to maul all of you!" The grace period was over.
Ursaring headed to the gym first, he suspected that Lucario would be there.
"Time to use my chance card…" Ursaring smirked.
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Ursaring: "Are you ready for a payback, Lucario? I vow to eliminate you at the very least. My pride as an intern is on the line."
Lucario sprinted through the gym, scanning each room. The dodgeball court had none. The basketball court had none. The track and field had Snorlax, who held a full jar of honey. He wore a yellow hat with a beehive creature design, composed of three hexagonal honeycombs.
"Give me honey!" Lucario demanded, thrusting his jar forward. However, instead of giving him the honey, Snorlax did something predictable to his species. He ate all of it in one gulp.
"This is against the rule! What the hell!" Lucario fumed.
"Oh, sorry." Snorlax gave a sheepish grin.
"Gah!" Lucario left the gym in a flash. Snorlax dug through his left ear and retrieved an earpiece out.
After Lucario was gone, Darmanitan appeared. He looked confused about all the commotion.
"Homie, can I have some honey?" Darmanitan approached Snorlax and asked politely.
"Yes." Snorlax vomited all of it out as Darmanitan cringed in disgust.
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Darmanitan: "Can't blame the big guy for eating. He was probably hungry."
Ursaring cornered Miltank in the infirmary. The cow placed her honey jar down, showing that she won't go down that easily.
"I will beat you up, Ursaring." Miltank prepared to fight, she clenched her fist and started to throw a few solid punches. Ursaring tilted his head and stepped back a few times before he successfully caught one of the punches.
"I catch you and you are out." Ursaring said, looking smug. Miltank groaned as she left.
"First victim down." Ursaring updated as he left for another prey.
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Miltank: "That's it? I'm eliminated like that?! The first one eliminated?! This doesn't sit well with me. I will make sure to punch a hole through his face next time and then I will sit on him and break his spine!"
Ursaring headed to the forest area next. He prowled through the forest, searching for preys. He eventually arrived in a clearing with the entrance to Skarmory Cave. There, he saw Houndour and Duosion filling a honey jar together, courtesy of Trumbeak (Combee).
"Who wants to go down first? Also, no using Psychic on me." Ursaring seemed to have a lot of advantages.
"Duosion, take the honey and run!" Houndour shouted as he prepared a defensive stance to take on Ursaring. The canine spread his legs, readying himself.
Duosion looked back and forth between Ursaring and Houndour for a moment before she nodded and escaped through a narrow path of trees.
"I believe in you." Duosion's words fueled Houndour with motivation and strength.
"Come at me." Ursaring wanted to trick Houndour into attacking him. However, Houndour merely covered the path Duosion took so Ursaring can't follow after her.
Ursaring ran quickly to Houndour, hoping to make up some time to catch Lucario. However, Houndour maneuvered through small gap of trees, which Ursaring struggled with. He needed to either destroy the trees or squeezed himself through slowly. Either way, it will take a long time.
Suddenly, there was an announcement by Skarmory. "Attention, Ursaring and contestants! Here are the standings. One for the Feckless Flygon and two for the Crazy Crawdaunt."
"What?! The contestants are that fast?" Ursaring said in disbelief and sweated. The pressure was on.
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Duosion: "My species are generally slow so it would be smarter for Houndour to take the jar and leave me with Ursaring. However, it seems like it he acts from his heart, which is very… nice." Duosion blushed. "I believe that I'm a fool for doubting that our love won't go well in the first place. I want to love him unconditionally from now on, regardless of history or probability. However, I fear that Lucario will ruin everything."
Moments ago...
Ursaring barely encountered Grovyle and Dedenne, if it wasn't for the fact that he chose to head to the gym area instead.
"Hang on my back." Grovyle carried Dedenne as he swung from vine to vine.
"This is awesome!" Dedenne felt the adrenaline rushing through her body.
"A good old exercise, like back at home." Grovyle commented as he headed deeper into the forest at a rapid speed.
"What is your home like? Is it abundant with nature from what I assume?" Dedenne asked.
"Very abundant, yes. Although, there isn't a lot of technology. Pokemon just live like Pokemon, you know? Sometimes, there are petty conflicts over berries and stuff. General stores have shortage of batteries occasionally and the birds are pretty annoying." Grovyle described.
"Why are they annoying?" Dedenne asked as Grovyle ventured deeper into the forest.
"Well, they steal berries. However, that isn't really wrong. It is a special, unique custom back at home where the resources of the nature are ownerless so you can do whatever you want as long as you got the skills." Grovyle explained.
"Wow, that's deep. It is like the survival of the fittest, huh? I don't know if I can live like that." Dedenne frowned.
"Well, it isn't that bad. There are schools and authorities and stuff so you should be pretty safe. I just want to win the money so I could buy an electronic heater to cook some meat without those pesky fire types. Oh yeah, a new house would be nice. The old shack is getting old." Grovyle shared his background.
Dedenne hugged Grovyle, embracing his warmth. "Grovyle, I want you to know that even though many of us here doesn't know you that well, at least I know. For you to live through that kind of life and help most of us here is certainly admirable." Dedenne praised, making him smiled.
"You even said that you will eliminate yourself to save Jumpluff. I wish you the very best of luck in doing that." Dedenne reminded and Grovyle dropped a sweat.
"I will." Grovyle said, trying to sound confident.
"You also need to return, alright?" Dedenne said, sounding worried.
"Definitely." Grovyle went along with it.
"You are the best." Dedenne's words made Grovyle feel even more flattered.
The two soon arrived at the long-forgotten berry garden. Grovyle saw Druddigon (Combee) near the 'meatball' fountain and got a jar of honey. Dedenne got nothing because Druddigon got none left after he gave it all to Grovyle.
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Grovyle: "Maybe I should just eliminate myself and save Jumpluff. Although, I prefer to stall this out and keep myself safe. My fans will be worried if I make a reckless move like that." Grovyle made excuses.
Dedenne: "I know that Grovyle is selfless and virtuous enough to do it. It will be a move that brings back faith to all good and fairness in this world."
After Bisharp got his honey jar, he headed to the beach straight away. Ran across the bonfire place with great agility, it seemed as if he tried to avoid something or someone. He halted, however, when the beach area appeared to be vacant. Tyrunt followed shortly after him, holding his knees and panted heavily.
"Can you please run a bit slower? I can't catch up." Tyrunt whined, sweating horribly.
"There appears to be no interns around these parts. We should return. If Ursaring comes here, our only escape route will be blocked." Bisharp alerted. There was only one path leading back to the camp and that was through the bonfire.
"Bisharp, wait." Tyrunt stopped him before he left. Bisharp turned around to face him, expecting something significant.
"You know that I didn't vote for Jumpluff yesterday, right?" Tyrunt said, his voice soft and reserved.
"Yes, it might be a bit hard to believe but…" Bisharp was about to tell Tyrunt.
"It was Grovyle. I knew what happened yesterday… in the night." Tyrunt acknowledged.
Bisharp widened his eyes, caught a bit off guard. "Oh, I'm sorry for acting a bit exasperated and provoked yesterday. You must be scared." Bisharp apologized.
"Well, it isn't that scary. What is really the relationship between you and Grovyle? I don't understand." Tyrunt wanted an explanation.
Bisharp sat down on the beach, gazing upon the sea.
"Well, we started off as alliance mates in the early game. Initially, I… I will come clean and honest with you. I merely think that all of you are just pawns to be utilized in order for me to advance further in this game. I sided with Skrelp multiple times, trying to mask myself as the master manipulator archetype in Total Drama with Grovyle as my minion. However," Bisharp suddenly sobbed, shocking Tyrunt. His eyes viewed the sea waves with bitter grief and nostalgia.
"I bonded with Jumpluff here and she changed my perspective on a lot of things. Even though, she had many troubling issues of her own… she still spared the time for someone like me. I changed my approach and attitude about this game. However, apparently Grovyle was turned off by that. He was the one using me… In reality, I'm just a foolish puppet strategist that he tried to take advantage of." Bisharp emotionally recalled his fondest and worst memories.
Tyrunt sat down next to him, trying to share the moment. However, the sand beneath him collapsed and two sandcastle arms grasped him.
"Help!" Tyrunt desperately cried for help.
"Don't panic, Tyrunt." Bisharp advised as he scrutinized the sand around him. The sand moved on its own as if some sort of ghost or spirit controlled it.
"Palossand, show yourself." Bisharp figured it out. Emergently, Palossand rose up with a honey jar and a Combee hat.
"Want some honey and free hugs?" Palossand asked, squeezing poor Tyrunt.
"No thanks. Just the honey." Bisharp refused the offer. Tyrunt struggled in the arms of the Palossand.
"Help, I can't breathe." Tyrunt pleaded for the Palossand to let go. His face was turning purple. After some persuasion, Palossand freed Tyrunt and Bisharp got some honey. Combee interns can only fill one jar of honey so Tyrunt got none.
"I will go and deliver the honey. Do whatever you wish Tyrunt, but be careful of Ursaring." Bisharp cautioned before he left.
Tyrunt looked at his empty jar and placed his hands on the hips. "What will I ever do?"
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Tyrunt: "I want to help Bisharp but all of this is just too much for a gamer like me, you know? I'm used to being the protagonist in the game with all the cool, awesome, unrealistic talents. Out here, I'm just Tyrunt. I'm a puny and weak gamer. If I help Bisharp… It means that I'm making an enemy of Grovyle and I'm scared." Tyrunt looked away. "I can't even find honey on my own."
The score was two against two after Duosion delivered her honey jar. Ursaring started to feel the heat after he chased Rhyhorn and Nosepass to no success.
"Stop running away!" Ursaring yelled, close behind Rhyorn and Nosepass. They were fast approaching a detour.
"I will distract him, go and find some honey." Rhyhorn told Nosepass, who was on his back. Nosepass nodded as Rhyhorn dropped him off and took the detour. Nosepass scrammed with all his might and took the other path with two honey jars. One his, another Rhyhorn's.
Ursaring stopped and thought for a moment, tapping his chin.
"On one hand, I hate that persistent trapper Rhyhorn. On one hand, Nosepass is an easy prey. I will go for Nosepass." Ursaring chose to chase after Nosepass.
Once Rhyhorn realized that no one followed him, he quickly made a U-turn.
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Rhyhorn: "I didn't expect that."
Scolipede and Ledyba searched together through the forest. Scolipede took the lead, making sure that the path ahead was safe.
"Look, there are strange looking shrubs. They might be poisonous, we should avoid it." Scolipede was very cautious.
"I think you are overreacting. Their color is green like all the other ones." Ledyba stated.
"Well, I don't want you to get hurt. Nature is elusive and dangerous. I remember the time when a Kecleon jumped out of nowhere and attacked me." Scolipede's eyes darted from place to place, squinting at any signs of threat. Ledyba sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Help!" They heard a scream from nearby. The two rushed over to a clearing close to them. In the middle of the clearing was a giant tree. There, they found three things. First, they found a Wimpod with a Vespiquen hat. Beside him was a giant container filled with honey. Second, they found Nosepass close to the Wimpod with two honey filled jars. Third, they found an unwelcomed guest, Ursaring.
Ledyba nearly flew into the clearing until Scolipede held her back.
"Don't get involved, he is on the other team." Scolipede whispered, keeping his voice low. Ledyba seemed a bit hesitant when listening to him but agreed in the end.
"Rawr!" Ursaring intimidated Nosepass with Scary Face. Nosepass' legs shook like marbles, which shouldn't be possible for a rock type like him. Wimpod spectated, clearly looking scared as well.
"Don't hurt me." Nosepass pleaded as Ursaring got closer and closer.
"Eek!" Nosepass screamed and smashed both honey jars with cowardice. Ursaring snickered. Wimpod frowned at this.
"Man, you should look at your own face. Selling your team out that easily? What a coward." Ursaring mocked before he left. Nosepass looked red in embarrassment.
"Why did you do that? You should just get eliminated out of the challenge so your team won't be mad at you." Wimpod seemed disappointed.
"I'm scared." Nosepass defended himself.
"You won't win at this rate. You promised me that you will win. Please try harder." Wimpod tried to encourage Nosepass but the opposite seemed to happen instead.
"I guess I'm just not brave or good enough." Nosepass left with his head down. Rhyhorn arrived and instantly realized the situation upon seeing broken honey jars. They two left, looking disappointed.
Scolipede and Ledyba appeared. Ledyba in particular looked at Nosepass retreating figure with sympathy.
"We can't save him. Let's go and fill our honey jars." Scolipede nudged. Ledyba nodded as she followed Scolipede to fill in their honey jars.
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Ledyba: "I feel very bad for Nosepass. Everyone just seems to pick on him for being a coward. There's nothing wrong with being scared. He just needs that supportive push to get over it."
Scolipede: "My biggest concern with her is that she is too nice, kind of like Houndour. Maybe, that's why the two get along so well. I know that she means it genuinely and sincerely but it might end up hurting her someday. There is no way I will let something like that happen to my girlfriend."
Nosepass: "So what if I'm a coward? Nobody cares about me anyways."
Drifblim got a honey filled jar from Lurantis (Combee) inside the auditorium and left to meet up with the other two.
"Girls, I hit jackpot and got some honey!" Drifblim said fanatically.
"Insignificant, the individual immunity portion counts the most. We should just concentrate on hiding from Ursaring and claim victory that way." Skrelp said selfishly.
"If everybody in the world thinks like you then nothing works." Heracross made a point.
"Fortunately, this world is filled with enough of those blue-collar morons for the world to function." Skrelp argued.
"Blue-collar moron? Are you talking about me?!" Heracross looked offended.
"I'm surprised that imbeciles like you even know the literal definition of blue-collar." Skrelp said in a condescending tone. Heracross grabbed her up by the neck.
"Say that again!" Heracross dared.
"Girls, please just calm down. Can't you just enjoy the game?" Drifblim intervened, luckily.
"Say that to her, she just likes to pick fight with others. Can't even believe I'm stuck with you." Heracross growled.
"You clearly have no choice. If you leave the safe sanctuary that I provide for you, feel free to be eliminated by the likes of Lucario." Skrelp grinned, thinking that she has the upper hand.
"You think that I have no other allies?" Heracross asked, staring straight into her face.
"Are you referring to your obvious affiliation with Miltank?" Skrelp revealed and Heracross grit her teeth. Unknown to the both of them, Drifblim was already gone. Her presence replaced by a bear leaning next to them.
"Done talking yet?" Ursaring sneered.
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Drifblim: "Oh, why must those two always pick a fight with each other? Very wise indeed, making loud noises so Ursaring can maul both of them." She sarcastically mocked.
Heracross: "I can't believe I'm eliminated because of her!"
Skrelp: "The blame is entirely on Heracross' end. I control the volume of my voice to the extent that it should be inaudible to Ursaring."
The score was updated. It was now four to three with Flygon in the lead. Surprisingly, there was one Pokemon with an empty jar, Lucario.
"I swear Ursaring is setting up some sort of prank on me." Lucario started to doubt the fairness of the challenge.
The professional athlete blazed through the forest area with an insane speed. He eventually reached a small grove with a moss rock centered.
"I haven't seen this place before." Lucario looked around a bit, trying to get familiar with the surroundings. Like a fated meeting, he saw a certain mushroom Pokemon with a Vespiquen hat behind the moss rock.
"Nice to see you again, Lucario." Shiinotic greeted sarcastically, twirling her jug of honey.
"Just give me honey." Lucario said simply, he didn't want to deal with her.
Shiinotic gestured for Lucario to come closer and tilted her jug slightly so that only a few droplets of honey fell into his jar. Lucario face started to redden but he didn't complain at first. Ungenerously, she stopped after several droplets.
"What the hell?" Lucario yelled deafeningly, frustrated and angry.
"You should know that honey has high viscosity. It takes time and energy." Shiinotic made an excuse. Lucario used this opportunity to try and steal the jug by force. However, Shiinotic dropped it on the ground.
"Oops." Shiinotic whistled, trying to act innocent.
"This is unfair! I demand a compensation!" Lucario protested but Shiinotic ignored him.
"Hahaha…" Suddenly, there was a laughter behind Lucario. The professional athlete turned around to see Ursaring rolling on the ground. Soon after, Shiinotic joined in as well.
"I can't believe that you couldn't figure it out. I used my first chance card on you." Ursaring revealed, flipping a card with the words 'Public Enemy' for Lucario to see.
Lucario snatched the card and read the effect. "Choose one contestant to mark as the public enemy. All the interns must do everything in their power to stop the public enemy from succeeding the mission. The effects last throughout the whole game. Note: it can only be used once in one of the three games." Lucario looked very furious after he finished.
"Hahaha…" Both interns continued to laughed and pointed at him childishly.
"Yes, you can stop me so laugh all you want but you can't stop me from helping my teammates to win this instead!" Lucario indicated before he sprinted away, back to the camp.
"Hey, I'm not done laughing at you yet and I still need to eliminate you." Ursaring pushed himself off the ground and tried to catch up with Lucario.
Lucario boosted himself with all of his energy, running faster than anyone can imagine. With a trail of smoke behind him, Lucario reached the camp in a short moment of time. Once there, he saw Meowth with an empty jar of honey.
"I can explain, Lucario." Meowth said, sweating a bit.
"Perfect, get on my back." Lucario said something totally unexpected to Meowth. The cat went along with it and caught a ride on the Lucario Express.
"Woah." Meowth hung on to the best of his capability as Lucario piggybacked him to the moss rock. Ursaring stopped running after him fruitlessly and decided to call it quits for now.
Shiinotic dropped her jaw once she realized what Lucario did.
Lucario handed his honey jar to Meowth. The business man got into the action immediately.
"Miss, a jar of honey please. You can keep the changes." Meowth purchased the item as Shiinotic still got some extra reserve of honey left and the Feckless Flygon finished their mission.
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Ursaring: "Well, time to go for the Crazy Crawdaunt." He sounded disappointed.
Lucario: "Make me the public enemy? I can still win. That's how good I'm unlike you losers."
Shiinotic: "I despise immature Pokemon like Lucario. Just because you are a successful professional athlete doesn't mean that you deserve to be treated above everyone else. He looks down on others and dictates his team. No matter how strong you are, Lucario. I bet that you got the least emotional intelligence in this island, maybe even less than the likes of Larvitar and Meowstic."
In the Delibird Workshop, Smeargle (Combee) was spotted by two Crazy Crawdaunt members: Grovyle and Dedenne.
Grovyle filled Dedenne's honey jar for her. The little mouse seemed delighted as the two returned safely.
Along the way, Skarmory made another announcement. "The Feckless Flygon completed their first mission. Hurry up, Crazy Crawdaunt."
"We need one more." Grovyle told Dedenne and the two nodded.
Tyrunt sat with Palossand, looking at his empty honey jar.
"I don't think I can find any interns, Palossand. I'm such a loser." Tyrunt insulted himself.
"Aw, don't say that. Want a hug?" Palossand offered but Tyrunt declined by shaking his head.
Gradually, a figure descended down from the sky. It was a pelican with something in its pouch. Tyrunt and Palossand looked up at the Pelipper with baffled expressions.
"Ahem, is this Skarmory Island?" Pelipper asked.
"Yes." Tyrunt answered, unsure of the situation.
"I have a special, delivery package for Mr. Ursaring." Pelipper took a brown package out from his pouch and placed it down.
"Can you please sign this?" Pelipper asked, holding a pen and piece of paper out for one of them to grab. Tyrunt and Palossand looked at each other. The gamer looked nervous.
"I will sign." Palossand volunteered and signed something without Ursaring's permission. Pelipper accepted the signature nonetheless, his job was now done.
"Please remember to use the Pelipper Mailing Service again or PMS for short." Pelipper said his parting words before he flew away.
"What's in the package?" Tyrunt asked curiously as the Palossand started to unbox the package.
The two saw… a jar of honey inside.
"Hey, can I take this? Is that against the rules?" Tyrunt asked, hoping that he will get lucky.
"No, it's not if I give it to you. However, I will only do it if you give me a hug." Palossand really wanted that hug.
Tyrunt gulped. "F-fine. Don't hug me too hard." Tyrunt hesitantly walked up to the sandcastle and open his arms. Palossand squeezed his body painfully once again…
"It hurts. Ouch." Tyrunt yelped as Palossand continued to hug him tightly.
"Is this how love feels?" Tyrunt wondered as he remembered the Archeops situation.
Fortunately, or unfortunately for Tyrunt, the moment was cut short because the package owner arrived.
"Hey! What did you do with my honey?! Are you trying to steal it?!" Ursaring accused.
"Sorry, gotta go." Palossand quickly disappeared leaving Ursaring with Tyrunt.
Ursaring gasped once he saw that the package was opened, giving Tyrunt a deadly glare.
"What did you do?!" Ursaring interrogated.
"Well, we signed the package for you so you can get it faster." Tyrunt tried to sound like he was helping Ursaring.
"You are dead." Ursaring said these three simple words in a serious, deadly tone. Tyrunt was terrified and petrified.
Ursaring stomped toward Tyrunt slowly as the gamer gulped and prayed for a painless death, or rather beating.
"Tyrunt, what happened?" Nosepass appeared behind Ursaring, oblivious. He was just searching for honey.
"Bwahaha, the coward again? You know, some might smash one honey jar. But you, the biggest coward of all time, smash two! I can't believe that you sell out your Rhyhorn friend so easily." Ursaring poked fun of him. Nosepass looked down on the sand.
"You are just Larvitar's minion. You can never stand up for yourself." Ursaring continued to berate him. Nosepass started to feel the boiling anger inside his rocky body. He seethed. Tyrunt looked at him with pity.
"I might be a coward…" Nosepass spoke and the two widened their eyes. "I might be weak and pathetic but at least, I will put up a fight! I'm tired of this insufferable life!" Nosepass resolved. He dug up a handful of sand and threw them at Ursaring. The bear wasn't prepared for this.
"My eyes." Ursaring rubbed his eyes.
"Run, Tyrunt, run!" Nosepass shouted for Tyrunt to run. Immediately, the gamer fled as fast as possible.
"Take more of this sand." Nosepass threw more sand at him. However, Ursaring blocked it. Nosepass retreated backward, dreaded the worst. Ursaring stepped threateningly at him with a dark expression, raising his claw up to… clap for Nosepass.
"What?!" Nosepass was shocked.
"Nosepass, you got guts to stand up and I respect that." Ursaring complimented, walking closer to him. Nosepass' eyes filled with distrust.
"Can you please step back a little, I feel uncomfortable." Nosepass reverted back to his fearful self.
Ursaring scratched his head, struggling to understand him but did so regardless. Nosepass gestured for him to step back even more and he did until there was a clear escape route.
"Bye." Nosepass quickly ran away.
Ursaring shrugged, clearly confused.
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Nosepass: "He is tricking me, I know it. He is going to say nice things about me and then maul me with those sharp claws. I'm smarter than that. I don't trust Pokemon like him especially when he blocked my attack. Unlike Salazzle, he is too strong and threatening."
Tyrunt: "That was very brave of Nosepass. He was braver than me…"
The first game came to an end and Ursaring gathered everyone around the mess hall for the second one.
"The second game is very simple. You race with me to eat a jar of honey. If you finish before me, you are safe. If not, you are eliminated. Here is the thing, you can choose to help your teammates eat but then you are risking yourself to be eliminated as well. I will eat three honey jars to make it fairer. If nobody beats me, the challenge ends and both teams go to elimination." Ursaring finished explaining and most of the contestants looked anxious.
"My diet is very important. Honey is too sweet." Lucario complained.
"Ursaring, are you aware of many precarious effects of overdosing honey such as stomach cramps and diarrhea?" Skrelp informed. Many of the contestants now revolted at the thought of eating an entire jar of honey.
"I eat it often and I'm still fine." Ursaring argued, using his own personal experience.
"Ursaring, your body functions differently from us." Duosion explained.
"Then, what are we going to do for the challenge?" Ursaring didn't want to cancel this delicious challenge.
"I suggest eating my special delicacy." Chef Drapion interrupted.
Many looked at the chef as if he was crazy.
"Do you still want to torture us, chef?" Dedenne frowned.
"My body can't handle any more of that delicacy. My stomach is feeling numb lately." Tyrunt told.
"Chef, you aren't in charge." Scolipede pointed out and many nodded. Chef Drapion started to grumble to himself.
Suddenly, Skarmory made an announcement. "Yes, that's true. Chef isn't in charge. I'm in charge so I get to decide. We will change the challenge from eating honey into eating Chef Drapion's special delicacy to avoid any lawsuits from honey. Enjoy." The announcement ended.
It was decided. Instead of eating all that sweet honey, the contestants get to torture themselves some more with the purple edible, somewhat healthy sludge.
Confessional
Ursaring: "Thanks to them, I'm now stuck with three plates of special delicacy." He folded his arms.
Tyrunt: "I miss my homemade spaghetti."
Heracross: "I'm eliminated so I get to sit out. The jokes on them, not me."
The challenge started and the contestants ate their special delicacy at different speeds.
Shedinja didn't bother touching his food, he just spun his fork around in a circular motion. "I'm too dead to eat this." Shedinja said, monotone and careless.
As a poison type, it was an easy task. Scolipede lifted his plate up and shoved all of the sludge inside his mouth. He was now done. Immediately, he helped Ledyba to eat hers.
"Thanks, honey." Ledyba was grateful. "Try to eat slowly though."
Grovyle didn't bother with all the forks and spoons. He ate the unconventional way by grabbing the sludge with his hands and slammed them down his throat. Food spewed over around him, hitting Dedenne accidentally.
"Please clean yourself. This is so messy and impolite." Dedenne criticized.
"Sorry." Grovyle apologized but he was done.
Ursaring feasted on his first plate of special delicacy. He lifted his plate up and used a spoon to push all the sludge inside his mouth. He used the same tactic for the other two plates.
Darmanitan ate slowly and politely. He was nearly halfway done. Meowth, Duosion and Dedenne ate politely as well but at a much slower pace.
Tyrunt struggled to force the sludge inside his mouth. His face turned into a nasty purple colour.
Rhyhorn chomped on all the food and he was done as well.
"The food sucks." Nosepass complained as he forced another spoonful of sludge into his mouth. Some of the food got sucked into his nose. "Ew! Bleh." Nosepass vomited in response. He didn't seem to be in a position to compete.
Cryogonal tried to ate hers quickly but failed once the revolting taste of the sludge touched her taste buds.
Ursaring finished his second plate and the pressure was on.
Grovyle helped Dedenne ate and the two were soon done as well.
Bisharp ate at a very steady pace and was done seconds after Grovyle and Dedenne.
Ursaring gobbled half of his last plate down and turned to check on Lucario. The professional athlete just finished his and was about to help Meowth. This was the chance for Ursaring to eliminate him. He rushed through the final stretch.
Cryogonal was done with her plate of sludge.
Darmanitan nearly lost but managed to overcome the odds despite eating with manners.
Houndour finished his last bite.
Drifblim celebrated her success.
The last one to finish was…
Meowth with the help of Lucario. Ursaring was one second too late.
"Damn it!" Ursaring said, annoyed and frustrated at how close he was to beating Lucario.
Confessional
Ursaring: "I got two more chance cards for the final round."
Skrelp: "Watching these Pokemon mannerlessly gobbling down their food was repulsive to the very standards of society."
Lucario: "Ursaring thinks he can take me down? I will show him who is wrong."
Contestants left in Ursaring Games exited the mess hall and gathered around Ursaring, anticipating the final challenge.
"We will now start the final game. This game is called Ursaring Hunt and it is very simple. You need to run away from me but you can't exit the camp area or else you are automatically eliminated. My goal is to throw all of you into the mess hall. After five minutes, the team with the most members left standing wins and the other survivors from the other team get individual immunity. Will you save yourself or your teammates? We shall see." Ursaring explained the concept of the final game.
For the Feckless Flygon, the following were still in the game: Lucario, Meowth, Darmanitan, Houndour, Scolipede, Ledyba and Cryogonal.
For the Crazy Crawdaunt, the following were still in the game: Grovyle, Dedenne, Drifblim, Bisharp and Rhyhorn. They were clearly in a disadvantageous position. Can they turn this around?
Ursaring blew a whistle and the contestants scrambled around to avoid him immediately.
Cryogonal thought of a sneaky idea and tried to hide in the girls' restroom but failed because it was locked.
"Well prepared, Ursaring." Cryogonal complimented. She floated behind the Crazy Crawdaunt cabins instead.
Ursaring glanced around at the contestants, enjoying the panicked expressions in their faces once he tried to chase after them. However, he didn't make a real attempt to hunt anyone down yet for the first ten seconds. After that? Well, he did something.
"Chance card number two, Robot Ally!" Ursaring announced and raised the card up in the air. Right there and then, there was a sound of a terrible machine. A sound of a terrifying dark beast roaring and driving straight into the camp.
It was Raticate with his Raticatebot D-type, the machine looked like it was fixed after the damage from yesterday.
"Ugly kids, I can't directly put all of you in the mess hall but I sure can help Ursaring get his smoking revenge and mine as well. Also, you can't attack me." Raticate told before he pressed the button and started to chase after his victims.
Raticate got his eyes on Scolipede and Ledyba. He pressed a button and released a horde of D-type Rattata to attack both of them.
"Chew those ugly kids up." Raticate commanded and the Rattata swarmed Scolipede first, biting his back, his face, his rear. Basically, his entire body.
Ledyba tried to knock some of the Rattata off but they pounced on her instead.
"Run away!" Scolipede suggested, giving her an assuring look.
"No, I want to help you." Ledyba refused to leave him.
"Gotcha." Ursaring captured them thanks to his robot allies and tried to drag them both inside the mess hall.
"Not so fast." Lucario intercepted Ursaring once he nearly reached the mess hall. Since the professional athlete couldn't hurt him, he pulled Ledyba away from his claws instead. Leaving Scolipede as the only to be eliminated, minimizing the casualties. Ursaring wasn't mad, strangely.
"Oh, you are so getting it, tough kid." Raticate crashed into Lucario when he was unaware and tried to force him into the mess hall.
"You fall into my trap, Lucario." Ursaring grinned victoriously.
"Ugh." Lucario grunted as he tried to push the Raticatebot back but it was too powerful even for the professional athlete. Although, it didn't seem like Ursaring wanted to finish him off yet.
"I will save you for last, there are other preys to catch." Ursaring left for the other contestants, leaving Lucario occupied with Raticate. During this time, Ledyba managed to escape. She looked worried as she flew away.
Grovyle and Dedenne stayed on the top of the Crawdaunt boys' cabin, feeling safe until a ladder slammed against the cabin. Ursaring climbed up quickly and approached the two.
"High places, pretty smart." Ursaring commented.
"Hold on to me." Grovyle instructed and Dedenne did so.
As Ursaring was about to threw his arms around the both of them. Grovyle jumped across to the Crawdaunt girls' cabin. Ursaring sweated as he observed the gap between the two cabins.
"This isn't over." Ursaring climbed down and slammed the ladder against the Crawdaunt girls' cabin, climbing up again… Only to see that Grovyle leaped back to his original cabin.
"Enough!" Ursaring was frustrated and left for the other contestants.
"That's awesome, Grovyle." Dedenne praised.
"Of course, I'm awesome." Grovyle nodded, feeling complacent yet again.
Confessional
Drifblim: "Surprisingly, this place is unlocked. As a result, I'm hiding here from Ursaring." There was a knock on the door. Drifblim vanished instantly.
Ursaring opened and let a Rattata enter.
"Do your job." Ursaring ordered and the Rattata started sniffling around before it jumped up and bit Drifblim's arm.
"Good game, Ursaring." Drifblim seemed impressed.
Drifblim was eliminated. Soon after, Darmanitan was also eliminated as Ursaring cornered him near the benches.
There was about two minutes left. Back near the mess hall, Lucario wasn't the only one struggling.
"Ugly kid, your old man is here to make you pay." Raticate ordered a bunch of his Rattata to chase down Houndour.
Houndour tried to zig-zag around them but they were simply too many to maneuver around.
"Here goes nothing." Houndour tried to jump over them. At first, he seemed successful until Ursaring rushed in to grab him by the neck.
"You are done as well." Ursaring said as he threw Houndour inside the mess hall. Afterwards, he checked up on Lucario, who was still ramming against the Raticatebot. His feet started to slide backwards a little.
"How are you feeling?" Ursaring asked, holding the chin of the professional athlete up.
"Better than you. There are still many contestants left uncaptured." Lucario retorted.
Ursaring realized that the clock was about to run out and left to hunt for more contestants.
"Rhyhorn, I still have unfinished business with you." Ursaring chased Rhyhorn, who circled around Skarmory Shop. Ursaring didn't bother wasting any time and summoned more Rattata to surround the rock rhino.
Rhyhorn didn't say much, rather he tackled through all the Rattata and cleared a path for himself.
"Come back here!" Ursaring shouted as he chased after Rhyhorn. He was about to run out of time.
One minute left… Bisharp hid under the stall of the Skarmory Shop. Meowth hid under the bed inside his cabin. Ledyba hid inside her cabin as well, fortifying herself with pillows and blankets.
Ursaring jumped, soaring through the air and gripped Rhyhorn's horn, turning him around toward to the mess hall. With the combined efforts of all the Rattata and Ursaring himself, he got Rhyhorn inside successfully.
"Yes!" Ursaring seemed proud at his accomplishment. Still, it was too early to celebrate. He brought his final chance card out and spun around before raising it into the air.
"Teleport to Grovyle!" Ursaring announced as he was teleported to the roof with Grovyle and Dedenne through the help of a certain psychic. Ursaring didn't hesitate to grab both of them and raced to the mess hall.
Ten seconds left…
Ursaring was only a few metres away.
Nine seconds left…
Grovyle resisted, trying to break free from the clutches of Ursaring.
Eight seconds left…
Lucario dropped down to his knees after the Raticatebot overwhelmed him.
Seven seconds left…
Meowth got out of under his bed.
Six seconds left…
Ledyba looked outside her cabin.
Five…
Bisharp sneaked out of under the Skarmory Shop quietly.
Four…
Grovyle and Bisharp made an eye contact. They both knew of the consequences if one of them got individual immunity.
Three…
Ursaring arrived in front of the mess hall. Pressing both of his legs against the capturer, Grovyle broke free.
Two…
Grovyle knocked Dedenne out of Ursaring's reach, leaving himself vulnerable.
One…
Ursaring quickly hauled both Grovyle and Lucario inside.
"Feckless Flygon wins with a score of three to two!" Ursaring announced, beaming with joy at his accomplishment.
Astonishingly, a crowd of interns (with the exception of Alakazam, Smeargle and Wimpod) came to carry Ursaring and threw him up into the air.
"You beat Lucario, you beat Lucario!" They all shouted with joy as they carried him away.
"*beep!" Lucario swore and slammed his fist on the ground.
"Chill out homie, you lost to a machine. You put up a valiant effort struggling for so long." Darmanitan consoled.
Lucario didn't look like he was about to calm down anytime soon.
Confessional
Lucario: He started to throw temper tantrums and swore for a while.
Skrelp: "Bisharp is immune, which is the worst-case scenario. Perhaps, it is time to eliminate my anathema."
Dedenne: "Grovyle, he saved me. He is the sweetest and nicest guy ever."
Grovyle: "I need to keep Dedenne by my side no matter what. She is the only one that matters."
Tyrunt: "This is my turn to stand up just like Nosepass. Elekid, I hope this makes up for what I did."
Bisharp: "This is the first step toward my revenge. His move is well-made but mine will be better."
Nosepass: "Like always, vote for Heracross. That's what Rhyhorn always said."
Tyrunt met up with Grovyle in the forest area. Tyrunt took countless deep breaths, solidifying his confidence.
"Why do you want to meet me here?" Grovyle asked.
"Grovyle, I will give you a chance to admit everything. If you have something that you hide against me, please tell me now." Tyrunt said, looking determined.
"Well, I got one thing to tell you. Tyrunt, I'm sorry for yelling at you after you talked to me about the Houndour thing. I'm very, very sorry. Please forgive me for that." The sincerity of Grovyle's words were ambiguous.
"That's all?" Tyrunt asked in a disappointed tone.
"Yes. Why would I lie to you?" Grovyle assured, placing his right hand on Tyrunt's left shoulder. Tyrunt removed it and Grovyle started to suspect something.
"I guess that's all." Tyrunt went along with it.
"Tyrunt, you don't trust me?" Grovyle said, feeling hurt.
"Grovyle, I will reveal it myself then." Tyrunt didn't hold back any longer. "You eliminated Jumpluff! Not only that but also Elekid and the others! You are the traitor all along! You tricked all of us into believing that you are the good guy! In the end, Bisharp was the one that was in the right! I can't stand for this! I will reveal everything to Dedenne!" Tyrunt threatened, his voice aggressive unlike his usual self. Deep pain was inflicted into Grovyle, his eyes were teary.
Tyrunt turned away, prepared to leave. Until… Grovyle fell down into his knees and cried, holding Tyrunt legs with desperation.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Everything is my fault! I'm just too greedy and selfish but I just want a better life, god dammit! My life isn't easy like yours like all the homemade food and video games. Back where I live, I need to sell even used batteries to earn an income! Please, just don't tell Dedenne. Anything but her! I love her!" Grovyle begged, he sounded so genuine and sincere. His voice was covered with honey. Could he lie? Was that even possible?
Tyrunt looked at his pitiful figure with sympathy. However, he wasn't about to go easy on him.
"I will give you some time so that you can tell Dedenne yourself." Tyrunt won't negotiate further. He pulled his legs away and left. Grovyle was still in the same spot crying for some time.
Confessional
Tyrunt: "That's all I could offer him. I believe I did the right thing."
The elimination ceremony was about to begin, Grovyle was rocking back and forth in his puddle of tears.
Suddenly, Drifblim appeared, shaking her head at the sight of the broken gecko.
"Oh, leader. Don't feel defeated and crestfallen. They won't see our ingenious plan coming. Heracross, don't you agree?" Drifblim gestured for Heracross to step out from behind a tree.
"Indeed, I rather replace that stupid seahorse with you, Grovyle. You are miles better than her. We should vote together from now on." Heracross suggested.
Grovyle slowly rose up and smirked.
"Good Guy Grovyle won't go down that easily."
Confessional
Tyrunt: "I don't know if I should go for Grovyle or Skrelp. Both of them are bad in their own ways."
Drifblim: "I'm excited for the voting tonight. It will be interesting for both the viewers and me."
Skarmory appeared with a plate of Leppa Berries once again. Everyone took their usual seat. Not much changed except for the fact that Tyrunt and Bisharp distanced themselves from Grovyle a bit but not too much to look suspicious.
"Alright, if I call out your name, you get a Leppa Berry and you are safe. It is nice to say this again." Skarmory said, absorbing the atmosphere of the elimination ceremony.
"Sure, you only miss one day." Drifblim remarked. Skarmory shrugged it off as he was used to it.
"Anyways, Bisharp and Dedenne are both safe with individual immunity." Skarmory presented them with an extra, large Leppa berry that they can get to enjoy. Tyrunt looked at the two with envy, licking his lips.
"Drifblim"
"Rhyhorn"
"Nosepass"
"Heracross" Skarmory didn't give her a berry despite calling her name.
"Just give me the dang thing already." Heracross sounded tired and bored.
"Your team could see you as a physical threat. Your attitude in general can also annoy them. However, you will survive for now." Skarmory handed her the berry.
"Skrelp, you are possibly the biggest strategical threat in this game. Yet, you are also cold toward others and you aren't the most social Pokemon around here. Today, you are safe." Skrelp didn't seem surprised.
"Tyrunt, while you look like an ordinary gamer, you have a lot more undiscovered potential." Grovyle looked anxious when his name wasn't called up. "For a kid that got forced on the show by his parents, it is impressive that you last this long. You outlast an alpha female like Archeops." Tyrunt didn't seem pleased when he heard the name.
"However, Grovyle got less votes so you are eliminated." Skarmory revealed the result out of the blue. Tyrunt looked shocked but then he shook his head and rose out of his seat. Some like Dedenne looked a bit shocked as well.
Elimination Confessional
I made that mistake. I voted for Skrelp instead of Grovyle because he looked so sympathetic and seemed genuine about his feelings for Dedenne. Should have known that he will backstab me the first opportunity he gets. I feel sorry for Dedenne, she is going to suffer so much once the truth was revealed. Well, hopefully, I can make things less awkward between me and Elekid. Archeops as well, I guess. Finally, I want to thank my parents for giving me this opportunity to make new friends and learn more about myself.
Bisharp watched as Tyrunt departed, waving at him. The gamer also waved back at him.
Dedenne came as well but it was too late. Once she realized that Bisharp was there, she stared at him with distrust. Bisharp stared at her back with cold, empty eyes.
"You voted him out, don't you? Along with Skrelp and the others?" Dedenne accused.
"You will soon know the harsh truth and your world will be torn apart." That's all Bisharp said before he left silently.
"What are you trying to say, I don't understand." Dedenne looked puzzled.
Confessional
Bisharp: "Tomorrow, I will show how a real strategist plays this game." Bisharp closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Gradually, he opened his eyelids. His eyes looked powerful and formidable.
Nosepass exited his cabin for a trip to the restrooms until he saw Rhyhorn out there, travelling to the intersection. This time, he walked sluggishly without any fear.
Nosepass decided to follow him. This might be the time for him to find out the truth.
Rhyhorn never turned to check behind him so things were made more convenient for our amateur spy. There are occasions where Nosepass stepped on some leaves and make a few noises but Rhyhorn didn't hear them. Nosepass sighed in relief.
Rhyhorn finally arrived at the mountain area. He looked around him a bit. Nosepass immediately hid behind a rock around his size. Rhyhorn now felt safe, safe enough to ram into a rock beside the stair leading up to the peak of the mountain. Underneath the rock, was a giant hole descending down to the secret base.
"Those powers-that-be will suffer! Just a bit longer. Hahahaha…" Rhyhorn laughed maniacally unlike his usual silent self. This spooked Nosepass a lot but he remained quiet. After Rhyhorn entered his secret base. Nosepass followed stealthily.
"I'm starting to feel scared, especially in the night." Nosepass' fears started to get the best of him. "But I need to know what is up with Rhyhorn." He mustered all of his courage and descended down the hole as well.
Nosepass heard some noises.
"Lucario, I hate you with a passion. When you lose, you throw tantrums. When you win, you deride all of us."
Nosepass trembled, trying his best to move his stiff legs.
"Skrelp, are we all just imbeciles to you? To us, you are a cold, heartless *beep*!" Rhyhorn swore, this startled Nosepass even more.
"Duosion, you are also smart. I will be keeping my eyes on you. I don't trust any psychic types since that incident."
Nosepass made no comment.
"Meowth, the only thing that matters to you are those sales figure, I know it. Don't even start your public relationships *beep*. I don't buy it!"
"Bisharp and Grovyle. I see the two of you together a few times. Neither of you can trick me."
Nosepass trembled more and more, he started to breath heavily.
"Heracross, you are on the top of my list. From the way you speak to the way you act, I can't find any redeeming qualities about you."
Nosepass was about to see what Rhyhorn had been hiding all this time.
"Nosepass…"
Nosepass dreaded the worst.
"You are like the brother I never have. Your weakness and cowardice… I want to protect you from all the dangers of the outside world but… I'm not in the right state of mind to do so. I'm sorry…"
Nosepass was shocked to hear this as he stepped into the light. His vision blurred for a moment before he saw a room filled with traps. Ranging from trapwires to beartraps… A room filled with large sheets of paper with something written all over in a very unorganized manner. A room with Rhyhorn staring back at him, astonished.
"Nosepass, why are you here?"
The scene was cut to where Skarmory stood on the dock with his coffee mug.
"Well, the gamer was eliminated. What's next? Did Nosepass make the discovery of his life? I already know all of that a long time ago since Rhyhorn scattered bear traps all over. Let's say Ursaring hold some grudges. Next time, we have a cool and ghetto challenge, yo! Find out in the next episode of Total Skarmory Island!" Skarmory ended the episode off.
Votes
Rhyhorn: Heracross
Nosepass: Heracross
Tyrunt: Skrelp
Dedenne: Skrelp
Grovyle: Tyrunt
Drifblim: Tyrunt
Heracross: Tyrunt
Bisharp: Grovyle
Skrelp: Grovyle
Heracross: 2
Skrelp: 2
Grovyle: 2
Tyrunt: 3 (eliminated)
Interesting, isn't it?
The merge is about to arrive, everyone. Just a couple of episodes away. Place your bets. Who will win? Who will return? What is the power of the advantage?
I will work hard to post the next chapter on Christmas to give all of you a little present. (No guarantee!)