Chapter Eighty: Gengar's Story Time
Gengar sat in an armchair, rocking back and forth. The night-Pallet sky through the window was covered with stars. She clicked her fingers and a pipping cup of hot chocolate appeared floating next to her. She had a book open, and she slowly flipped from one page to the next before looking up.
"Oh, your here." She smiled. "This is gonna be good, trust me. You know when you're a kid and mummy or daddy or creepy uncle Sam tucks you up in bed... well, if it's the latter then this probably won't match up. But just as your about to fall asleep, they pull out one of the Grims brothers books. It's from the time before Steven Jobs or other techno-thingies. And they read a story to you which should really be giving you nightmares... well we're doing that today."
"Yes, I have taken three at the lab concepts which the author planned for Hoenn. He really couldn't stretch them out to be more then short stories in a collection. Guess you could consider this little opener of mine the author's note. Let's see, we got some overdue evo's, no set time frame for the adventures and a focus on the none Hoenn mon... mostly. Some progression for character arcs and all sorts of good stuff like that."
"Erm, what's this? The author has got some boring authors note word fodder! Apparently, he wants you to know that he's taking a short break to upload just get back ahead with completed chapters, yadda yadda. It shouldn't be too long, probably expect the next chapter on his birthday! Good now that's over with, hope your enjoying your (not specified) December holiday, whichever you might celebrate!"
"Since he wants some consistenc-ha ha ha, sorry. I couldn't say it with a straight face. Anyway, this chapter shall be from my own point of view or P.O.V to avoid the constant switching between the different stories. I can't think of anything else to say so let's get going with story one, Sirfetch'd of the round table!"
Story one: Sirfetch'd of the Round Table
We meet our mega-super-heroine-of-pure-awesomeness as she 'borrowed' the professor's toys-erm I mean the medical thingy-ma-bobbers. Floating in the shiny metal room, she searched through the boxes until her eyes landed upon a box from the Paldea region.
"It arrived!" She squealed.
Flying over to the box, she grabbed it and tossed it over to table. Zooming back, she gave a mischievously large grin to the snoozing duck. His head was resting on his leak with a little snooze bubble from his bill. He had a tough training session but no-matter what impossible opponents she conjures to face her little science experiment, he just won't evolve... doesn't he know that gen eight has past? How is she meant to keep him relevant at this day in age?!
"Wake up!" She bellowed but to no-avail. Puffing her cheeks, she flopped down onto the table. Watching his stomach raise and lower with his breathing.
Getting an idea, she reached out and poked the bubble with one of her fingers. The pop echoed in the metal lab and Farfetch'd shot up with a shocked expression. Looking around with some sort of squeaky voice. She couldn't stop the large grin from stretching her face.
"Oh good, your awake," she replied, tapping the box. "You see, we finally have what we've been looking for."
"We?" he asked.
"Bonjour canard, pourquoi parle-t-on Kalosian Maintenant." She shrugged. "I figured I could learn the language to match our trainer. So anyway, I'm just gonna take these shards here and-"
"What is the matter with!" He squawked, jumping off the table. "Your trying to make me some sort of shish-kebab?!"
"Don't be silly... both thanksgiving and Christmas have passed." She dismissed with a hand gesture and shaking her head. "We're not gonna be trying to eat you for at least another eleven to twelve months. I want you to eat these shards, obviously."
"What?!"
"Honestly, you'd think some mon just don't Japanese," she replied. Clicking her fingers, the lab turned into one of those old western diners you'd find when out on the road. With her gaining a suitable wig which gave her large, orange curly hair. Coughing into her hand, she found the perfect accent to match this bit, "We got a dugtrio wearing spoinks, a heap of Winstrate Miltank, a basket of savoury sauce and snorlax items. You got that, honey?"
Picking up the pan, she started sprinkling the shards from the box into the pan. A massive fire erupted on the pan, and she let out a gleeful laugh as she flipped them around, dancing with the fire. Glancing to the side, she noticed the soon-to-be fighting type trying to walk to the door.
Clapping her hands, the handle disappeared, and a wave of ESP surrounded the wild duck. Pulling him back across the room, his bill hung open.
"Bottoms up!" She declared, pouring the contents of the pan direct into his mouth. Steam seemed to fume out of his nostrils as water escaped through his head. The dinner scene disappeared as she dropped the duck onto the floor. His head burst on fire as he ran around in a circle. Her accent and outfit also popped away. "A little too much Richard Prior, maybe add in some George Carlin or Robbin Williams... Heh, get it. Cause you've never had a friend like me."
Grabbing the wild duck off the ground, she patted his head. Getting the fire out, her hand caught fire, but she quickly morphed it into a ball floating in her hand. Smiling at the sight, she realised she's known will-o-wisp for ages... and it's way too early to make that anime episode anyway so she'll just stick to the story at hand.
"Come on then!"
"Where are you taking me?!" He squawked.
"To Primeape, duh." She rolled her eyes. "Have you not been paying attention, you gotta go karate kid and learn the way of the fighting type on this one. I... also want to see how the old ape feels about being dead. Man, gen nine has filled me-erm-I mean the author with some great ideas!"
She popped onto the grassy field of the ranch and looked around. Dropping Farfetch'd down, she rubbed her hands together. Slapping them together, an array of fighting types lined up in front of them, each looking around as if trying to find out how they got here. The first being none other than Ash's Primeape, with Heracross right beside him. Drake's Machamp was next in line with his-
"Nope, not you!" She shook her head. Using ESP to send the fourth Pokémon flying. "The author would kill me if I spoilt the new fighting type Drake catches in Unova. Not to mention the reviews would just be focused on that."
"What's going on?" Primeape asked, "why are we here?"
"That is the question we ask all." She nodded. "But none more so then ourselves."
"No, we're asking you," Machamp interrupted, "why did you bring us here?"
"So, we can go Rocky with thanksgiving main course here." She gestured down to the soon to be fighting type. "Think ya'll can battle him?"
"He... doesn't exactly look like he's in a battling mood," Heracross added.
"What'cha mean? He's totally up for this!" She picked him up by the overgrown leek. "Right?"
"If I do this... will you finally leave me alone?" he asked.
She paused. Clicking her fingers, a laptop with a word document on floated next to her. Skimming through the author's Hoenn plan document, she soon found the part she was looking for and smiled, popping the device back to where it belonged. "Yeah. Deal. Whatever you want."
"...fine." He sighed.
Without a moment's hesitation, she pulled back and sent the wild duck Pokémon flying. His leek trailed behind him as he tumbled through the air.
Machamp grabbed him with on hand, a sinister smirk on his face. The leek came through and struck his face. Causing the superpower Pokémon to let go.
Farfetch'd used the opening and climbed up onto his arm. Leaping up into the air, his wing-arms spread open. Looping around, he dived down on Machamp.
She turned towards the pig-monkey-whatever you want to call Ash's first fighting type and pulled him to one side. "So... How you been?"
"What do you want?" He scoffed.
"Me?! Wha-" She feigned shock. "What makes you think lil ole me wants-"
"You only interact when you want something or just to make a scene." He cut her off. "So, which is it?"
"Well... I've been playing scarlet recently and it..." She paused. "Look. How do you feel able being dead?"
"What the f-"
"I know it sounds bad but trust me... I can make it so much worst." She cut him off. "I just wanna teach you a new move... it's like shadow punch but less accuracy based... and more rage based. It's still ghost type."
"So, a ghostly punch... I take it this would mean I could punch..." He trailed off. "Say another ghost in the face?"
"Exactly!"
"I'll take it!" He beamed.
"I won't tell Duskull you want to punch him in the face," she replied.
"Duskull... he's that other ghost Ash caught right?" he asked, shrugging. "Honestly, I've not really interacted with him. So, it's not him I'm doing this for."
Gengar pouted. "Well, that's just rude."
"Are you gonna teach me or not?" he asked.
A loud crash drew their attention and they turned to the ongoing battle. Machamp punched through the tip of the leek, sending the top-circular part off onto the ground. Farfetch'd lept off Heracross' downed body zooming straight towards the superpowered Pokémon.
Sliding on the ground between his legs, one of the four arms shot down. Punching the floor, a single feather got caught, being ripped off the wild duck.
Shooting up from behind, his wing sliced across his back. With his opponent stumbling forward, he went overhead and caught the leek in his feet.
Swinging it around, it knocked the pure fighting type down into the dirt. Panting heavily, he turned to face Heracross, who pushed himself up.
"Well, we should get started-" She formed a shadow ball in her hand. Tossing it up and down, she held it in front of Ash's first fighting type. "Here, punch this."
Primeape did as told, and his fist hit the purple projectile. It burst open and surrounded his fists. The pig-monkey's eyes widened, and he tried to shake it off as ghostly energy festered over both arms. Shaking them around, he tried to get rid but to no-avail.
"Now you've got the ghost-part down, you just need to use rage," she explained, "it's really as simple as that."
A fist hit her directly in the face. Feeling the eyes, mouth and other facial features squeeze together, she burst out laughing at the painful hit.
"Atta boy! Now just do that like... nineteen more times!" She beamed. Her eyes refocused and noticed her other little project.
Farfetch'd pinned Heracross down with his leek, holding the cut off top in his free hand. Turning around, he pointed the sword-like item at them. Charging forward his vegetable glew black with a purple outline. Spinning around, it knocked Primeape to the side as he made a full spin.
The large stick struck her and impaled her body, sending the painful tingle all over. With the top coming next, like a flying disc which bounced off her head.
A bright light blinded her as she skidded into the grass. Shaking her head, she pushed herself up, as the evolution finished. Allowing her to see her work done.
She took in his full appearance, the most obvious change being the pure white feather which covered his body. He was also slightly taller but retained the yellow beak, legs, webbed feet, brown eyes, black eyebrow-like markings, and the cute stubby tail. The three-feathered crest on top of his head remained but seemed more prominent, possibly from his stance. The wings seemed more hand-like, with one holding his large sword-like leek and the other the shield of his vegetable. His back was straight, as he seemed to be some sort of knight, standing guard for a spoilt rich brat... or princess, same difference really.
She clicked her fingers and their trainer's Pokédex materialised in her hand, "what? This is to get the audience up to date. I'll give it back." She pointed it to the newly evolved fighting type and scanned him:
Sirfetch'd, The wild duck Pokémon. The final evolved form of Farfetch'd (Galarian variant). After deflecting attacks with its hard leaf shield, it strikes back with its sharp leek stalk. Only Farfetch'd that have survived many vigorous battles can attain this evolution
Type: Fighting
Ability: Steadfast
Hidden Ability: Scrappy (Note: This hidden ability is currently unlocked)
Gender: Male
Nature: Brave (Note: This is unlikely to change because the Pokémon is fully evolved)
Move(s): Iron Defence, First Impression, Peck, Sand Attack, Leer, Fury Cutter, Rock Smash, Brutal Swing, Detect, Knock Off, Brick Break, Swords Dance, Slam, Leaf Blade, Final Gambit, Brave Bird, Meteor Assault, Steel Wing, Poison Jab, Night Slash, Quick Attack, Aerial Ace, Agility, Air Cutter, Slash
She clicked her fingers and the device disappeared once again. Glancing to the three fighting types in the heap, she bowed and teleported them back to where they originally came from... hopefully. She turned to the fully evolved fighting type and smiled.
"See... I told you I could break the regional variant barrier." She beamed.
"You promised you'd leave me alone now, right?" he asked.
"Yeah, but the title is Sirfetch'd of the round table," she shrugged. "So, we might as well put you up against Queenie just to fill our ye ole Sir Arthur obligations of the knight slaying a dragon. What'cha say."
"What do I say?" he asked. "Go and fuck yourself."
She could only watch as the wild duck walked off down the hill. "But I can't fuck myself! The author hasn't introduced Ditto yet to any of the main teams!"
She sighed with a wide smile, leaning back in the chair. With closed eyes, her cuppa levitated up and she took a long slurp. Letting out a relaxed breath as it faded, she tightly held the book and looked straight to the audience.
"That one has been a long time coming, hasn't it. But don't worry folks, it won't take me as long to evolve Primeape. Now we should get ready for the next story in our little book. This time it's a tale as old as time, friends wondering if more could come from their relationship. With a just as fitting title."
Story two: A better Love Story then Twilight
We start this day just like any other, the main focus of this little adventure swimming along in the lake of the ranch. She watched as her two best-none-human-friends at the top of the hill. Croconaw stood on top of the Quagsire, and they started sliding down the hill. With the former spraying the ground with a jet of water. Mud went spewing to the side as their make-shift ramp launched them into the air.
She couldn't help but giggle at their silly antics. Both splashing down into the pool and sending waves everywhere.
As the moment settled, she turned to face the smaller lake above the one she was currently in. The one Serena's other female water types tend to hang out and practise performances. Her lips fell slightly at the thought of her first time visiting the place. When she first arrived at the lab, before she evolved
"Hey babe, wah di matter?" She turned to see Ash's water dark type on the side lines. "Yuh luk like yuh cud use sum cheering up."
"I'm fine Crawdaunt," she dismissed, turning around to swim in the other direction.
"No need fi be suh hasty," he zoomed around back into her way. "Wi cud just ave a likkle fun. Yuh kno wah mi saying?"
"Oh, I know what your suggesting and the answer is still no," she replied.
A splash of water swamped over the rouge Pokémon, washing him way. She turned to the source and smiled as both Croconaw and Quagsire appeared floating next to her. After a quick greeting, the three of them just went around floating in the water and bathing in the sunlight as they chatted.
Milotic could help but smile to herself as she hung out with her two friends. A brief memory of her interaction with Jigglypuff after her evolution replayed where the choreographer suggested she relocate to the top lake with Kingdra and Dewgong. Apparently, she was now 'worthy' of hanging out with them due to fitting in with being a beautiful water type and not with the two male water types who she described as goofy. Really, she couldn't care less if they were goofy, both of them helped her feel welcome to the lab when no-one else did and she'd rather hang out with them than the stuck up-
"Heyo!" She hollered, popping in front of the sea serpent. "This went way too long with yours truly! Nice to meet you, Milotic, I'm your fairy-Gengar-parent!"
"Oh boy, I've been warned about you." She grumbled.
"Aww, my reputation precedes me." She gushed. "Now I'd imagine you'd like a little more privacy so-"
She clicked her fingers and all but the two of them disappeared. Not even a Pidgey in the trees remained as the silence sunk in. "What do you want?"
"What makes you think I want something?" Gengar asked, with her hand on her chest. "It's just us girls. So how about we cut to the chase."
"What chase?" She smacked her tail on the lake for emphasis.
"Which of the two Romeo's will you take down to the lake bed? If ya'll know what I'm saying." She smirk. Rolling her wrists around each other, she swayed her none-existent hips side-to-side. "Bow chikka bow-wow. Chikka bow-wow. Bow chikka bow-wow!"
A splash of water washed over her. Clicking her fingers, a leaf blower appeared next to her. Having it orbit around, it blow-dried her from the water.
"That was uncalled for." She stated. "But anyway, if sir dance a lot or the salamander aren't to your liking, I could always turn ole Quagsie more Paldean for ya! Those things are sooo hug-able, like a cuddly chocolate bun... aww man, now I'm hungry. Is today the day Ash's mum bringing over those baked goods?"
"I think it's time I left," Milotic muttered, turning to swim away but everyone's favourite ghost floated back in her way.
"Hey now... you're a rockstar! Get your game on! Go play!"
"Now you're just making stuff up as you go along!" She accused.
"Yes, but I do it brilliantly. And that was actually from a song." She shook her head. "But it doesn't matter right now. Right now, we've got other things to do!"
"Such as?!" She gasped.
"Haven't you seen Bachelorettes?" Gengar asked. "I can totally make something with your relationship up with that as a bases."
"What?!"
"Come on, a game show is exactly what this place needs." She paused. "And it was either this or love island. No one wants my take on that. Trust me. It'll be a lot of fun... or maybe we could make it like hunger games... with how Swellow likes to get burnt, she could be the girl on fire... wha, I'm getting way to ahead of myself to story four."
"Story what?!" she gawked.
"Doesn't matter," she clicked her fingers and they both disappeared. The wide shimmering grim filling the sea-serpent with dread.
Our heroine in purple beamed as she floated over the crowd of Pokémon. With the microphone in hand, she watched the lights swaying around the materialised main stage. She took in the sight of the stage. Milotic took up one corner with a wall blocking her off from the rest. On the other side, a row of podiums stood, each with a Pokémon behind them. The lights turned off, hiding each of them as she hovered over the stage.
"Welcome to the first annual dating game show held at the Oak ranch for your viewing entertainment!" She announced. "Before we meet the sexy-snake who are contestants will be competing to win the heart of! Let's meet our whacky cast of men who want to test the waters with her, wink, wink!"
A single spotlight appeared over the contestants. Bringing the first one into view as he pulled out a pair of sunglasses.
"Here we have the big boi turtle, who unfortunately isn't a teenage mutant ninja which might hurt his chances." She announced. "Those sunglasses tell us that he has performance issues but doesn't want us to know and will be the one who most of you will be supporting or maybe that's because he's from gen one."
The crowd cheered as she took notice of his disapprove. Winking down to the pure water type, she made a second contest light up.
"Next we have the jammie Jamaican crab who already shot his chance with most ladies of the sea." She announced. "Tender, firm and succulent. You want to boil the-erm, wrong description. Crawdaunt, as we saw from previous interactions, is the bad guy who won't win but is here for drama."
"Forget dis mi get stuff tuh duh!" The water dark type jumped down and scattered off the stage.
"See." A third and fourth light appeared, revealing the two best friends. "Here we have the dynamic duo, who the competition will really come down between. I'm not even sure who will win but it's bound to be out of these two. Which will win, we can only find out so keep reading... I mean stay tuned!"
The final spotlight appeared. Revealing the last water type with his two scythes carefully moving as to not break the podium.
"Lastly we have the rough and tough fossil with a heart of gold!" She announced. "We know this trope and we love this trope. He might get a little action before our lady in waiting releases what the narrative wants because hormones. This bound to be good so let's introduce the totally not a prize, Milotic!"
A final light turned on and revealed the sea-serpent. Her hair attachments seemed to glisten as Ledian flew off with the brush used on them.
"For our contestants first round, we'll randomly pair up our four bachelors to fight it out until the final two remain!" Gengar announced. "Because nothing says love like one person punching another in the face... hang on, who used the Amber Heard guild to building relationships for sources on this script?!"
Clicking her fingers, the stage split into two parts with Blastoise and Quagsire on one part. Croconaw and Kabutops on the other.
Dropping onto all fours, the water turtle directed his canons towards the salamander. Two jets of water burst out, straight into his face.
The water spewed off to the sides, with the water ground type raising his arms. Seeming to wash himself like it's some sort of shower.
As the jets stopped, the water fish Pokémon charged forward. Delivering two ice punches to Blastoise's face, he performed a spin, bringing his tail down.
Slapping the top of his head, the sunglasses fell off and crashed down on the floor. "Fatality!" Gengar declared. "Quagsire wins!"
"This is rigged!" Blastoise declared, standing up. He pulled out a second pair of sunglasses from his shell, putting them on. "I can still fight!"
"Of course, this is rigged, we're doing reality tele here!" Gengar argued. Clicking her fingers, the shellfish Pokémon disappeared in a flash. "Now the next one!"
Croconaw flew back over the stage, entering some sort of dance with Kabutops. The large scythes tried to slice him up, but none landed.
"Hmm... if this was a contest battle, he'd deffo get style points but-" She pulled out a nerf gun, pouring in some diamond shaped items. "Open wide, I got these from Paldea like the shards in the previous story!"
Firing them across the stage, the EXP candies landed in Croconaw's mouth. Swallowing instinctively, his body glew and shaped changed.
"Yeah, we don't need a description of the new form! I'm sure the author did it at some point in Johto and I just wanna get on with the show so-" Gengar shrugged, clicking her fingers to pop Ash's Pokédex in front of her. Pointing the device towards the newly evolved Pokémon:
Feraligatr, The Big Jaw Pokémon. The final evolved form of Totodile. Feraligatr intimidates its foes by opening its huge mouth. In battle, it will kick the ground hard with its thick and powerful hind legs to charge at the foe at an incredible speed
Type: Water
Ability: Torrent
Hidden Ability: Sheer Force (Note: This hidden ability is currently locked)
Gender: Male
Nature: Hasty (Note: This is unlikely to change because the Pokémon is fully evolved)
Move(s): Agility, Scratch, Leer, Water Gun, Mud Slap, Bite, Scary Face, Ice Fang, Fail, Crunch, Low Kick, Slash, Screech, Thrash, Aqua Tail, Superpower, Hydro Pump, Water Pulse, Work Up, Earthquake, Brick Break, Aerial Ace, Shadow Claw, Rock Smash, Strength, Aqua Jet, Ice Punch
"Full transparency, the author never intended to evolve the big guy here but after gen nine gave a much better mon for that specific evo situation he planned, I kinda took matters into my own hands," Gengar explained, "it's not a big deal. But hey, if he wins now, Milotic might be able to show him some sort of dragon dance technique if you know what I'mma say'n. And who knows maybe being muscle bound and scaley is exactly what turns her on but first he must win his match!"
The newly evolved Pokémon responded by tightening his fists. A red outline surrounded his body as he glew with fighting type energy.
Thrusting his closed paw into the fossils face, he sent the rock water type flying off the stage. A thunderous applause erupted from the crowd... or Gengar's CD player, same difference.
"As we all expected, the final round has come and its down between Feraligatr dundee and the less-good version of Clodsire!" She declared. "Hang on, that can't be right. Apparently, the last challenge before Milotic decides is to ask questions and gage their responses... since when is relationships built on stuff like communication?! Have you never seen soap opra's or reality tele?! We need drama, action, and explosions! I knew we should've got Michael Bay for this."
"Okay so the rules of this are simple, Milotic asks then both boys answer!" she explained, "to keep the suspense, we won't track with points who wins and once done, our leather-boot to be shall decide who she wants to take to the day care. Eh. So, without further ado, your first question please."
"I dunno." She shrugged. "What're some of your hobbies?"
"Dancing!" Feraligatr boomed. Performing a few moves on the stage for a demonstration, like some sort of break-dancer.
"Star fox has shown us his moves!" Gengar announced. "But what of blue mr Blobby?"
"I like patoto's." Quagsire shrugged.
"Dancing and potato's... makes me think we're back in Kansas!" Gengar put on a heavy accent. "Our next question please."
"What's something which bothers you?" she asked.
Both boy's looked to each other then back to Milotic, in unison stating. "Gengar." Earning a solid nod of understanding and sympathy from Milotic... and the rest of the audience. Bloating her cheeks out, she lowered down in front of the three contestants.
"Fine, question time is over!" She declared. Clicking her fingers, the audience, Pokémon, stage, and all but three water types disappeared. "It's time to decide."
"I don't pick either!" Milotic stated. "We're friends! Can't we just stay that way?! Why do we need to be in some sort of relationship?!"
"Fine with me," Quagsire shrugged.
"And me," Feraligatr added. His long togue licked his lips before continuing, "hey, why don't we get some ice cream? I'm starving."
All three nodded and walked, waddled, or slithered off towards the main lab. Smiling, she lay back on the grass as her work was done. "Cue wholesome music here. Maybe that song from Toy story." Hums 'you've got a friend in me' as she closed her eyes. Sinking into the floor.
"And that's the story of how Milotic ended up with two friends but no benefits! No one ended up together, told you it was a better love story than Twilight but let's be honest, that's easier than breathing. The author really couldn't decide who she should go with and being honest, neither pairing really matches."
"Two for two in terms of evolution! Don't worry, this last one won't be another evo, but it is something we've all been waiting for. Since we didn't get any sort of ship sailed with Milotic or her squad of squirts, teehee, I thought this would be a nice substitution. It's a ship I've been particularly interested in, as someone who likes to lick them lemons from time to time. After going through medieval Galar to reality tele, the only real way to finish off this collection is with some Disney magic! So, hold on folks for possibly my favourite of the collection... and not just because I get to sing!"
Story three: High Fliers
She floated along until something spotted her attention. One of her fellow team members was perched on a branch of a tree on the edge of the forest, she seemed to have a glazed look with her eyes half closed. A saucy smile spread across her beak.
"Yo Murkrow!" Gengar stopped, not seeing a response from the blue-feathered bird. Turning to see what she was looking at, her mouth morphed into the biggest smile yet. Just across the patch of grass was the rocky-training zone. None other than Swellow was busy, beating down on a Machoke of all Pokémon, pinning him to the floor as she stood triumphantly on his chest. She turned back to Murkrow, whispering... "I think your starting to puddle."
"Wha!" She fell of the
"Glad that got your attention." She smirked. "But seriously, you was giving off some serious peeping tom vibes for a moment."
"I... erm-"
"No need to explain, we've all heard about the Pidgeot's and the Beedrill's," she replied, "but ya know it does remind me of this funny joke. What's the difference between a pickpocket and a peeping tom?" She waited but a blank stare was her only response. "No guesses. Okay, the first snatches your watch and the second, which is what you were just doing watches yours or in this case Swellow's-"
"Gengar!" Her cheeks burned bright red.
"I see you got my joke." She smirked. "So, what're we gonna do about it?"
"Do about it?" her voice was meke, barely above a whisper.
"You've gotten more confident since she's taken you under her wing... just not in the way you want," she explained, "and so this thing has been built up since like... chapter six of Hoenn. I'm not good at waiting so I'm gonna help you."
"Why does that fill me with dread?" she asked.
"Eh, your part dark type so it shouldn't make a difference." She shrugged. "And you've gotta do something or you'll just be pinning for chapters on end while your crush bangs any female flying, we encounter. She already got that one from the Petalburg gym and I had to pull some massive strings to keep her off the team during Fortree... imagine the harmen she'd of got if she saw Winona's team."
"I don't want to hear this," Murkrow muttered, covering her face with one wing.
"Look at this." She produced a shadow ball in hand, tossing it up and down, the female bird peaked out. "Now I'm gonna miss every target I don't throw this at! Right? So instead of worrying about what'll happen if or whatever, why not start worrying about your performance."
"P-performance?!"
"By the time I'm done with you two, you'll be doing the ditto in those bushes... Trust me!" She smiled widely. "Oh... I should probably get rid of this first!"
Smashing the shadow ball into her own head, she let out a loud manic laugh. Crippling over and holding her stomach, she clicked her fingers to teleported both her and her teammate down to the grass. Several others followed with several more teleports following suit.
"Welcome to the first annual Poke-flight race! Gengar Incorporate does not promise to continue these annuel events!" She announced. Rows of flying types or just Pokémon capable of flight lined up on the grass, along with the part dark type there was Ledian; Jumpluff; Beedrill; Togetic; Noctowl and Swellow. "We are here to see who's the fastest of the fast! In this winner takes all, flying race! Since even my abilities can't bend reality that much, you'll notice some serious heavy hitters not currently present like Dragonite, Charizard, Pidgeot and Aerodactyl! Queenie just isn't interested so that was easy enough but the other three are... preoccupied."
Gengar looks up from the story book, glancing over to the case on the windsil. One of the Pokéball containment things Lance and the other G-Men have used, with three regular Pokéballs resting neatly inside. She winks before turning back to the bit where she left off.
"So, the rules are simple... there are no rules. We're superman sixty-fouring this thing and we'll have floating rings for you to fly through, miss one and you're out. Last one to pass through is out. When only two remain, we'll do the lovey-dovey-erm I mean finish line! Yeah, this is totally a race and not some situation I conjured to set forth my ship! So, without further ado, three, two, one... Go!"
Shooting up from the line, Swellow took an early lead, followed swiftly by Beedrill. Ledian and Togetic seemed in competition for third place as they swarmed around each other. While Murkrow kept slightly ahead of the two last place racers, Noctowl and Jumpluff.
Each shot through the first right with the two last place parts left to fight it out. A weird look from the owl and Jumpluff made a complete u-turn.
As Mr Sparkles passed through the first ring, she clicked her fingers. Teleporting the grass flying type from race course.
"I did say there's no rules," she shrugged as Noctowl focused on the next in line.
However, a surprise move when the legendary hero-bug made a complete turn. Shooting back to avenge her fallen friend, she charged straight for Noctowl.
Simply overshooting himself, he watched as the bug flying type crashed below. Passing through the ring, Gengar removed the second fallen racer.
Seeing the owl set his sights on his next target, she frowned. Floating up to the ring, she waited for both the first and second place racers to pass through.
Picking it up, she tossed it like a frisbee. It shot across Murkrow and allowed her to pass through.
Acting fast, Noctowl turned back and shot through, taking up the second place. Being the only one not to pass through it, Togetic was teleported away.
The final four headed up towards the next ring, and Murkrow passed through first. Flapping as hard as he could, the little narcissist tried to pass through.
Swooping ahead, Swellow burst through moments before. The slight pause allowed for Beedrill to catch up.
Blasting out a wave of psychic energy from the crest on his head. He sent the poison bee flying far away from the ring.
Passing through, she teleported Serena's first caught out of the race. Looking up, she smirked as Swellow edged even closer to her one true second piolet, the bird she needs to ruffle a few feathers with. The one to turn Superman sixty-four to sixty-nine... and other sex puns, she added as the stories narrator.
Materialising herself in front of the shiny owl, she formed a long lightning bolt in hand. "You want me to put the hammer down?!"
Tossing it down like Zeus on a cloud, it struck Noctowl head on. Stopping in his tracks, he squawked like a turkey the week before thanksgiving. Clicking her fingers, the smoking shiny teleported off the track. Smiling, she turned back to face the final two contestants.
"Now to just pick a song." She mused to herself. Pulling out her list, a far-off finish line floated in the air thanks to some balloons. It kept moving away at the same pace as the two birds, with a little ESP holding back the Hoenn native to keep it a little more interesting. "Let's see... careless whisper? The sax is sexy but the lyrics... Can you feel the love tonight? It suits but then we'd be going hard on the Disney motif... My neck, My back... heh, bet Swellow would like it."
She continued to sort through the song options. Glancing up, she noticed both Swellow and Murkrow still racing across the sky. Realising the story was coming to an end and she'd need to pick one if she wants her musical number, she randomly pointed to one line on the sheet.
Looking down to the final choice, she shrugged. This could work. Teleporting the paper away, Snorlax materialised behind her in a red tie. Using him for the background voice, she moved them to float alongside the duel flying types. Closing her eyes, she extended her fingers out and ran them over her face, closing them together over her mouth, she let out a low sigh to blow it away. With a single swallow, she re-opened her eyes.
With only the two birds left, she clicked her fingers. Materialising a piano in front of her, she cracked her knuckles together before playing the tune. She noticed the two continue to try and keep the first place as they soared around each other in close-quarters race.
"'Turn around' Every now and then I get a little bit lonely, And you're never coming 'round!"
As the finish line continued to move further way, blending into mist. Both birds continued but slowed down their pace, moving more in time with the music.
"'Turn around' Every now and then I get a little bit tired, Of listening to the sound of my tears!"
Swellow stretched her wings and looped underneath Murkrow. Performing a full barrel as she orbited around the smaller bird.
"'Turn around' Every now and then I get a little bit nervous, That the best of all the years have gone by!"
Shooting up in front of her, she directed the part dark type up at a ninety-degree angle. The darkness Pokémon struggling to keep up with her crush.
"'Turn around' Every now and then I get a little bit terrified, And then I see the look in your eyes!"
Sailing overhead, she looped over her partners back. As if pulling her along, the unevolved flying type did a complete loop, losing all momentum as she fell.
"'Turn around, bright eyes' Every now and then I fall apart! 'Turn around, bright eyes' Every now and then I fall apart!"
With wings spread wide, Ash's Hoenn native caught her on her back. She tried to push up, but Swellow kept the distance close by mimicking movements.
"'Turn around' Every now and then I get a little bit restless, And I dream of something wild!"
Performing a sideways dive, Murkrow slipped off and frantically flapped her wings. She manged to catch herself before losing to much altitude.
"'Turn around' Every now and then I get a little bit helpless, And I'm lying like a child in your arms!"
A slash of air struck up in front of her, barely missing her beak. With the normal flying type smirking from a lower angle.
"'Turn around' Every now and then I get a little bit angry, And I know I've got to get out and cry!"
Returning the expression, she squeezed her eyes shut. Popping them open, two night-shades shot out and straight down to the female bird.
"'Turn around' Every now and then I get a little bit terrified, And then I see the look in your eyes!"
Spreading her wings, they shimmered in metal and charged up. Spinning around as the ghost energy sprayed off, harmless, shimmering on the steel wing.
"'Turn around, bright eyes' Every now and then I fall apart! 'Turn around, bright eyes' Every now and then I fall apart!"
Reaching the smaller bird, she wrapped her wings around and both went upwards. Spinning around in a twirl, they slowed down. Breaking apart at the apex.
"And I need you now tonight! And I need you more than ever! And if you only hold me tight! We'll be holding on forever! And we'll only be making it right!"
Both birds came falling back down mimicking each other's movements. Spiralling around as the ground got closer.
"Cause we'll never be wrong! Together we can take it to the end of the line! Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time! 'All of the time'!"
Swellow took the plunge and shot underneath the smaller bird. Flapping her wings on the floor, they shot back up with Murkrow on her back.
"I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark! We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks!"
Entering one more loop, the smaller bird slipped off. Completing the full circle, she caught her partner in her wings, whispering something into her ear.
"I really need you tonight! Forever's gonna start tonight! 'Forever's gonna start tonight'!"
Gengar stopped playing as they flew off into the deep wooded area... she smiled and turned, not wanting to turn the love story into Fifty shades of Swellow.
So... this was fun! What a way to close out the year! Yep, it's still yours truly. I should probably tell ya to do that review, favourite and all that jazz. If you do, and let the author know you like this, I might... borrow, a few more chapters in this way in the future. TTFN, tar tar for now