What Goes Down in the PC

by Reevee21

What DOES happen when fifteen Pokémon are left in a PC box with a 4th wall breaking system, television, several years of nerd, and themselves? Intense poetry, deep and dark chapters, and death? NO. Smashing, Dorito burritos, funky dreams, LoZ, movie watching, and complete chaos, that's what! Inspired by Lilligant's Lemonade Stand. Cover Art by ChocoChipKitty

20. Twenty: The Box of the Author

Twenty
the box of the Author

"GUYS HEY GUYS GUYS LOOK!" Zoroark yelled, holding a cardboard box.

"What?!" Serperior asked.

"Spill the beans! What's in the box?" Buizel asked.

"Flygon, get a dragon claw ready," Quilava whispered.

Flygon nodded and extended his claws.

Zoroark set the box down…a little less than gently, and smiled evilly. "I was just on Reevee21's profile-"

"WHOAWHOAWHOAWHOA. WHOA. You went to the author's profile and didn't invite me?!" Frogadier asked.

"Relax," she shrugged, "it was just a little tour. And I found this box!"

"Let me see," Charizard asked, putting on a pair of reading glasses.

REEVEE21'S BOX OF STUFF

"Well that's descriptive," Charizard huffed.

"What's in it, what's in it?!" Swellow asked.

Zoroark opened the box and pulled out a jar of pickles.

"DIBS," Swellow cawed, snatching it.

She reached back in and pulled out several Snivy evolution figures.

"Do I really look that fat?" Serperior asked, holding up one modeled after her.

"No," Quilava grinned sheepishly.

She then dove head-first into the box and pulled out a pair of white headphones with an MP3 player, a lot of pillows, and-

"HOLY MOTHER OF ARCEUS, LOOK!" she yelled again.

She was holding a rusty orange pencil with 'CB No. 2' carved onto the end. It was metallic, extra-sharpened, with a few bloodstains on the end.

"it-what-who-ce-it," Rotom stammered.

"SHINY…" Serperior gapped.

"OH MY GOSH," Flygon gasped, lowering the dragon claw.

"Her very own, handcrafted from random thoughts, running joke CELESTIAL BRONZE PENCIL!" Zoroark exclaimed.

"So much power…" Rotom said.

Suddenly, a black fog covered the room. Out of the fog emerged a teenage girl with almond brown hair, white shirt, and brown skirt with a jagged edge.

"ZO-RO-ARK, GIVE IT," the author demanded.

"Fine," she sighed, tossing it to her.

Reevee21 snatched the box and left the story-hopefully-for a while.

Percy: you never told me-
read my profile-IF YOU DARE. Speaking of dare, the Diamond Dare Show still hasn't updated, due to computer problem. Now, my story isn't nearly as random as hers-
Percy: thank the gods.
LANGUAGE! I STILL HAVE A CELESTIAL BRONZE PENCIL! Anyways, here's hoping Amber DS will update soon enough.