Fifty-Nine
Pokemin

It was a normal morning in the PC—

"AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGITITOFF!"

-which, of course, meant nothing was normal at all.

"What?! Get what off?!" Flygon asked, holding up a giant flyswatter.

"This evil thing of darkness!" Zoroark answered, pointing a shaky claw at a red, humanoid creature about two feet tall with round eyes and a sprout on the top of its head.

"Aww, it's so CUTE!" Serperior shrieked, immediately coiling around the little thing and squeezing it.

"Serperior, you're choking it," Flygon deadpanned, dropping his flyswatter as the little thing let out a shriek.

"Whoops," the snake laughed nervously, uncoiling and letting the thing drop to the ground, breathing heavily.

"There's an army of them!" Fennekin shouted, pointing to the hundred or so others around the PC. She stopped, then got a startlingly evil smile and muttered "wait a minute…an army of free beings incapable of living without a leader…"

Flygon face clawed.

"Meh," Kirlia grunted, shaking a few small, pink ones with little gnat wings off her arm—the little guys were determined to bring her with them whether she liked it or not.

Shaymin currently had about five tiny, red-eyed white ones on her back, giving little shrieks of joy as she toddled over and asked, "What are they?"

"I don't—PUT THAT DOWN RIGHT NOW!" Treeko exclaimed, jerking his diamond sword out of the claws of a fat purple.

The purple cried a little bit at being called fat.

Well I'm sorry, sir, but I think you're just a LITTLE on the larger side.

"Hey! Be nice!" Serperior scolded, wreathing herself around the purple. "now now, she didn't' mean it, our author is just a heartless beast like that. Isn't' she? Isn't she?"

…that hurt in all sorts of places.

"We still love you!" Zoroark exclaimed. "But you know how we would love you more?"

Um, no—

"If you could remove these nuggets of darkness that are STEALING THE WII HEY! DROP THAT RIGHT NOW! HEY—DON'T' BACK TALK ME MISTER! DROP IT!"

An army of reds set the Wii back on the stand—only to run into a group of yellows who were TAKING THE TV WAIT A MINUTE!

Absol used Psyco Cut on the robbers, making them drop their luggage and run off, terrified.

Thank you, Absol!

"You're welcome."

A few hours later…

Aipom was deposited in the PC
Chestnaught was deposited in the PC
Luxio was deposited in the PC

"BUDDY!" Rotom shrieked, dropping the yellow he was introducing to Shiny and hugging the Chestnaught.

Chestnaught stood awkwardly as Rotom ran off, yelling something about quills in his eyes.

"WELP, can't please everyone," Aipom shrugged before noticing the little creatures. "Ooo, what are those?!"

"We have no idea," Swellow chirped, shaking one off his wing and coming over, "we're having them tested."

"These look new," Luxio noted, batting at one. "Are you having them tested?"

"THAT'S WHAT I JUST SAID!"

"FORWARD MARCH!" Fennekin commanded, riding a carriage pulled by fifty of them.

They did so, the others amazed as a 50/10 sign appeared over Fennekin's head.

"Wait, if it takes ten to pick up a Pokémon around Fennekin's size," Quilava pondered, "and if we're missing ten…"

"WILL YOU COME HELP ME ALREADY?!" Kirlia shouted, being carried off by ten fairies.

"CAN DO, MA'AM!" Buizel shouted back. He proceeded to pick up an umbrella and sing "I'm siiinging in the rain, just siiinging in the rain, what a gloooooorious fee-lin, hey!"

"…that didn't do—"Frogadier started.

KABOOM!

It suddenly started raining like crazy, water droplets as big as cups of water falling from the sky.

All the Pokémon ran for cover as every single of the strange creatures except for the blue ones fell to the ground and drowned—including the fairies.

Kirlia didn't say anything after hitting the ground, just muttered under her breath, ran, and hid under the couch with Treeko, Shaymin, and Aipom.

"NOOOOO! MY ARMY! MY BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL ARMY!" Fennekin wailed as all her carriers drowned and dropped her.

She ran under the couch, shaking off her soaked fur and tears.

About an hour later…

"Rain's stopped," Chestnaught noted, coming out of the cabinet.

"Good," Lucario grunted, shoved into a drawer with Frogadier.

Pikmin can be so annoying when you're a shiny Kirlia.
But hey, I got in the OCs, as promised!
Zelda: (watching Pikmin souls rise to the sky) oh my…
Percy: …woooooow.
(Sniff) it hurts…it hurts so bad…
Agumon: (falls to knees) WHYYYYY-
(BA-DING!)
(Reads review) hey, guys! Nighttyger wanted to start a petition to get Pit on the narrating platform!
Percy: Huh, that's new!
…I NEED TO PUT SOMETHING ABOUT THAT IN HERE!
Be sure to review, follow or favorite—if enough people ask, then I shall get that angel into the A/N narrating platform! Hug your Eevee, everyone, and I shall see you next chapter!
A special thanks to Pokemaster Ace, 112 so lazy, and Guest (that's all it said) for sending in Chestnaught, Aipom, and Luxio! The last of the OC submissions will be in the next chapter (somehow), but I won't be accepting any more. Thanks again, everyone!