The ground squishes as a shinx and eevee make their way along a path. The shinx's curly tail swirls about as he walks, strutting his stuff. The excited eevee bobs up and down, his ear perking up when the shinx begins to speak.
"How far until we get to the Guild, Jerry?"
"Should just be about five minutes!"
"Can't believe we have to find somewhere new to go after what happened yesterday. I didn't think it was bad enough worth throwing us out of town over.", the shinx mumbles to himself.
"With all due respect, you painted the walls, Tom…" Jerry retorts concerned.
"It wasn't my FAULT"
"Yeah yeah, whatever…"
After a short moment of walking in silence, the two Pokémon ascend over a hill, greeted with a beautiful view of the seaside town Richardville from high up. The Guild being found on the east side, a string of huts on the west and a tavern next to the sea to the far east. More miscellaneous buildings were scattered about.
"Phew, we finally made it!" Jerry chirped.
"Those huts look disgusting"
"Uh huh, whatever you say Tom. Let's go check in at the guild and see if we can register for another team, since you got us BANNED from our last Guild."
The two scurry down towards the guild, passing by the town residents performing their daily duties. The eevee spotted a mismagius running what seemed to be a potion stand, and made a mental note to visit it later. The guild wasn't a particularly large or glamorous building, but it was the largest in the town. It was a darkly colored wooden building with plants populating the outside walls. The shinx and eevee push open the heavy double doors, accompanied by a ding as a snom up ahead perks his head up from a counter.
"Oh, those are some unfamiliar faces," he says. "Are you two yet another team in the making?"
Tom raised his eyebrow a little. "If you're asking if we're here to apply for a team position, yeah."
"Oh boy, yet another doomed pair of idiots," the snom rolled his eyes, sticking his head underneath the counter and shuffling through some papers before popping back up with two sheets. "Here, you have to fill these out first."
The eevee walked over and grasped them with his maw, walking back over to Tom who has seated himself in some waiting chairs near the entrance. Jerry plops himself down next to the sheets and hands him one, both of them skimming through them.
"Oh, we need a team name? Our old guild didn't require team names," Tom said, puzzled.
"Well it did, we just never submitted one.."
"What do you think our team name should be? Don't make it something embarrassing," Tom said, the eevee ignoring his request as he writes down "The Surpreme Pokémon Acquaintances". Tom peeks over to see what Jerry is scribbling down.
"Hey man, what did I just say?!" Tom pries the sheet from Jerry's paws, attempting to write Tom and Jerry over The Surpreme Pokémon Acquaintances.
"That's not how you even spell supreme." Tom grumbles, sloppily filling out the rest of the sheet whilst fighting to keep it out of Jerry's prying paws. The snom watches the two fight over the paper, sighing. After Tom jots an ineligible signature for him and Jerry, he hurries over to the counter and slaps it down in front of the snom.
"Here you go, uhhh…" Tom squints at the snom's nametag, "Land? Really? Whatever, here you go 'Land'".
The snom looks over the sheets, squinting as he struggles to read it. "Yeah whatever, 'Thomas Foolery'," he snorts. "Dumbass name."
Tom kicks Jerry in his rear leg.
"My NAME is not THOMAS. Stop referring to me as that!" Tom yells at Jerry.
"I don't know what to tell you, buddy. It says Thomas right here." the snom snickers in unison with Jerry. "Either way, follow me. I have to introduce you to the guildmaster. She likes to meet the new guys." Jerry's eyes perk up as soon as he hears "she".
The snom hops off of the counter, leading the two to a door behind them. They pass through it and into a long hallway with doors scattered randomly along the walls. They're led beyond a second set of double doors at the end of the long hallway, and into a grand looking room with a desk in front of a large window. A rather large looking stunky, looks up from her desk, removing her glasses and placing them next to her on the desk.
"Oh, Land. Who are these two you've brought to me?," the stunky asks.
"Ma'am, these two are new guild members, here to finish their application," snom says.
"Oh, goodie! Why don't you two come over here so I can have a look at your applications."
The three walk over and plop their booties into some the chairs seated in front of her desk. Tom has a hard time fitting his own into the chair. The stunky reaches over and takes the papers from the snom, putting her glasses back on and looking over them. As she reads over the papers, Jerry sits and stares at her unblinking. He watches her eyes while they scan the papers, admiring her eyelashes.
"So your team name is… The Surpreme Tom and Jerry Pokémon Acquaintances..?" the stunky asks, puzzled. Tom tries to speak up, but the snom interjects, raising his voice: "Yes ma'am, that's what they wrote!" the snom snickered once more. Tom sighed heavily while the stunky wrote some information down on a separate sheet of paper.
"Well it seems like you two are ready to go. I can tell you two are new to this town, as I haven't seen you around before, but unfortunately for you the Guild doesn't provide free housing-"
"GOOD" Tom shouted abruptly, interrupting the stunky.
"Um, well, okay? You two will have to find a place to stay for the time being. I can recommend the inn that's near the tavern which I'm sure you noticed."
"Go on ahead, Tom. I have some things I want to talk to the guildmaster about. I'll find you later… ehehehe…"
Tom shrugs and shuffles out of the room alongside snom, exiting the building and begins to wander around town.
"I wonder if I can find some monster at the tavern…"
Tom makes his through Richardville, arriving shortly at the tavern. Despite it being right next to a beach, it still manages to be entirely underground. Tom walks down the long set of stairs leading into the tavern, being careful not to fall. The tavern is bustling with many Pokémon of varying species. The most notable one being a Toxtricity, which Tom makes a mental effort to avoid.
Tom sits down on a stool in front of the counter, the seat creasing heavily under the weight of his ass, his tail springing out and upwards.
The leafeon working at the bar notices Tom sit down and approaches him.
"Howdy mister! What can I get ya?"
"Do you guys have monster here?"
"Um, monster? Like, the energy drink?"
"Yessir."
"Do ya even realize where you are, mister? This is a tavern. We sell beers en' such."
"Same thing…"
"No, absolutely not? If you really want a monster that bad, I got me some in the back I can give ya. I keep them around 'ere since I'm not allowed to drink our booze…"
"That would be delightful!" Tom chirps. The leafeon makes his way into the back, then returning with a monster in his maw.
"Here you go, mister. Your, uh… monster."
Tom pops open the can with a ctshh, and downs the whole thing in a matter of seconds.
"How many do you have? I'll pay for them." Tom asks.
"Er, well, I got like 6 in the back…"
Tom stares at the leafeon expectantly, who then sighs and retreats back to the backroom. He once more returns with a Monster. The cycle repeats, Tom downing monster after monster until the poor leafeon's stash is depleted.
"Thanks for the uh, uurp, monster buddy. I'll pay double what you, erm, paid." Tom struggles to suppress his belches.
"Nah, uh, it's fine. You, uhm, don't have to." The leafeon moves away to help another customer, still confused from the interaction.
"Ugh, I think that was one too many…" Tom's eyes sloop.
"Yo, dude, what's with that funky tails of yours? Ain't you a shinx?" A voice from behind Tom yelled. Tom lazily turns around on his stool, only to look up and seeing the toxtricity from before peering down at him. Tom's immediate reaction is repulsion, squinting at the toxtricity angrily.
"What's it to you?"
"That's a glameow tail obviously. Look at his blue stars. Glameow eye color," a liepard points out from beside the toxtricity, clearly friends with him.
Tom gets off his stool, and hurries off deeper in the tavern to get away from the two so he doesn't have to look at them, the toxtricity specifically. Eventually he manages to find the bathroom, perfect for him because he's at the point of vomiting.
Tom rushes in and into a stall, sitting over the toilet prepared to empty the contents of his stomach into it. He sits waiting, but nothing happens.
"Oh wait, that's not a stomachache… it's him." Tom releases an elongated sigh, turning around and sitting his ass down onto the toilet as it sinks slightly into the bowl. He crosses his arms and starts to flex his muscles, grunting as he does so. Not before long it turns into a yell. His muscles burn and he's squeezing his eyes shut.
After a couple of minutes, Tom walks out of the bathroom, seemingly unbothered. Five minutes later, Tom walks out of the bathroom, seemingly unbothered. He stumbles around back to the stool he was sitting at before. The leafeon before see's him and comes back to speak.
"Didn't you just leave?" he asks.
"I don't believe I did."
"Uh, ya feeling alright? Them monsters hurt your brain?"
"I said I don't believe I did." Tom said sternly, clearly indicating the conversation was over. Not long after that he returns to his burping fit, and nearly passing out at the counter.
"Listen man, if ya aren't feeling well why dont'cha go home?" the leafeon asks, concerned.
Tom stands up without a word, turns and begins his way near the exit. He trips up the stairs, arriving at the top and looks around, as if looking for someone. He decides he's in the clear and makes his way behind the tavern entrance and to the beach not far from it. Tom collapses into the sand, groveling his paws into it. He slowly closes his… and in his last waking moments he finally pukes all the contents of his stomach into a puddle against his face while he drifts away into unconsciousness.