Thirty-Three
Employed for Spirit Work
"Hey guys, look at this!" Charizard roared, pointing to an ad in the paper.
"We get paper, yet we don't have a door," Zoroark moaned, walking over anyway.
The ad in question read 'SPIRIT POKEMON WANTED'.
"Rotom would be great at that job," Serperior pointed out.
"No, you've got it wrong," Charizard explained. "A spirit Pokémon is a Pokémon who helps a certain person through hard or funny times."
"Cool," Treeko jumped onto the dragon's shoulder, brandishing his trustworthy diamond sword.
"How much is the payment?" Flygon asked, clipping out the ad.
"250 poke a summoning," Charizard confirmed on the computer.
"Let's do it!" Quilava held the paper clipping above his head lion-king style.
After teleporting to S.P, Inc.
The place was a huge, white, empty place, with a lot of seats, perches, and water tanks.
A Haunter was working at the front desk.
"Excuse me, we got your ad for spirit Pokémon?" Quilava spoke up.
The haunter looked up from the computer and straightened her glasses. "Great! And what are y'all species?"
"Lucario, Zoroark, Flygon, Quilava, Charizard, Buizel, Frogadier, Serperior, Shaymin, Rotom, Swellow, and Treeko," Quilava answered as the Haunter typed the names.
"And Treeko," she said under her breath. "Oh hey, we need a Frogadier right now!"
"What?" Frogadier asked.
"Just don't get yoself injured!" she said as Frogadier fell into a portal.
Weird portal teleportation sequence…
"Man, I'm really depressed," a girl sighed, sitting on her bed.
"SPIRIT POKEMON, I NEED YOU!" she suddenly yelled.
Frogadier appeared next to her.
"Oh wow, a Frogadier!" she awed.
"Um…yea, hi!" Frogadier went with the drill.
"How do I get myself undepressed?" she sighed.
"One: pretty sure that's not a word," he listed off his fingers. "Two: why is it so quiet in here?"
"We don't have any music," the girl answered glumly.
Frogadier put on a determined face. He hopped off the bed, grabbed a nearby radio, plugged in a pair of spare headphones, and slapped them on his spiritor.
The girl's face brightened immediately. "WHAT IS THIS STUFF?!" She yelled.
"THE RADIO!" Frogadier croaked.
Back at S.P Inc.…
Frogadier returned through a suddenly appearing hole, smiling like Rotom.
"Um…how was it?" Swellow chirped.
"…I LOVE THIS JOB!" he answered.
AWWWW YEAAAAA!
Percy: oh boy, here goes the asking part…
Agumon: lemme do it! (Clears throat and embers come out) we need-
NOOOOO WE DO NOT. I'VE GOT THIS, GUYS. I'm going to pair up Rotom with a really popular girl! The hilarity of a mentally unstable person meeting a sane one…