Sausage note: I really didn't expect to be making another one of these author's notes so soon, so now I have nothing to say!
Uh... I'm playing Silent Hill for the PS1 right now. It's pretty sick. I got the absolute worst ending, but what can you do, I guess?
... Alright, that's it. XD Enjoy the read!
Last time: Buneary and friends nearly got a wee bit soggy, but they just about got away with it!
Chapter Twenty-Six: The Dive Into Darkness
Panting while flying high in the air of the glassy room, Skiploom stared down the mantyke that had just come out of the gushing hole leading into the ocean.
He was so sick of this... He'd thought he'd finally gotten a break, having fought off that tough, dirty fighting buneary... but now this jerk was starting a commotion! And he still had to deal with the grumpig and maractus after this, too! If nothing else, at least the rapidash wasn't much of a fighter, but still!
Skiploom fired a volley of Bullet Seeds at the mantyke. She dodged by gliding under them and coming at him, activating Aerial Ace in her wings to go way faster.
He activated Aerial Ace in his paws and rushed towards her, using the flying-type energy to zoom ahead. She zipped to the side, so he zipped in the opposite direction, circling her. They flew around each other at super fast speeds, zig-zagging around each other as they both tried to find a weak point.
She did a surprising dive under him, followed by a large loop that had her above him. She smashed her glowing wing into his flower, launching him downwards. He crashed into the soft Grassy Terrain he'd left behind, which cushioned his landing and immediately began to soothe his aches and pains.
With no time to heal properly, he tried to take off again. He winced when he felt how crumpled his propeller flower was, no thanks to the flying-type attack.
He bundled some grass in his paws and gave a frustrated growl. Gahhh! Why was everything going wrong today!? He hadn't even wanted to mug those girls, let alone make them strip... but of course his new friends had insisted, and now look where that had gotten them! At this rate, they were all going to end up in Sawk And Throh's Bootcamp!
He felt a tickle in his brain telling him that his leader, Darkness King Noivern, was about to use Boomburst. Uh oh... thank goodness for Noivern's Telepathy ability!
Still, he had to find a place to hide! And he couldn't do it with this girl fighting him!
Speaking of which, she'd begun firing bubbles from her mouth at him. Thanks to the Grassy Terrain, his flower was fixed enough to allow him to spin it, blowing a Fairy Wind. Her bubbles stalled in the air before being blown back at her. Some of them exploded against her, throwing off her gliding.
She absorbed the remainder of the bubbles into the pattern on her back, but Skiploom didn't care. He took the opportunity to look for something to hide behind. He saw Noivern's ball of concentrated sound slowly flying through the air, disappearing down a tunnel a moment later. He only had seconds to find somewhere to hide!
He saw the explorers leap on top of their rapidash friend, seeming as if they were about to run away from the scene. He felt a big sense of relief at the idea of them escaping. Maybe everything would be fine, then! They wouldn't get mugged or ogled, and he and his new friends could go back to hanging out!
He noticed the carriage they seemed to be abandoning and had an idea. He flew towards it as fast as he could, his flower spinning as fast as it could.
"Hey, don't flipping run!" the mantyke called after him, frowning. "This is flip loads of fun!"
"I'm not doing this for fun!" Skiploom retorted, lodging himself behind the carriage and waiting. After letting the Boomburst ring out, he could continue-
An almighty explosion resounded through the halls, shocking him silly, even as he expected it. What he didn't expect, however, was the loud crash of glass shattering, followed by rushing water.
His eyes widened. Especially when he saw the explorers racing off. Oh, legends, please, no!
The next thing he knew, water had completely engulfed him. He felt himself tumbling violently through a strong current that dragged him along faster than he could blink.
He barely managed to hold back a scream. He tried to right himself and swim against the current with the aid of his propeller flower. It did nothing to help his fight against the current, except slow his unwilling momentum.
Before long, he lost the strength in his paws and flower, so he could do nothing but stop resisting, allowing himself to be dragged. It was hopeless. He couldn't even hope to match the water's speed, let alone beat it!
He yelped as he smacked against a wall, some salt water slipping into his mouth as he did, making him gag. Or maybe he'd smacked the floor, or even ceiling. He was so disoriented, he didn't know which way was up, down, or whatever!
"Heyyy!" a familiar voice echoed through the water, muffled. Skiploom saw the blurry figure of the mantyke rushing towards him. "Getting swept away is no excuse for stopping our flipping fight! I won't stop until I flipping win!"
Skiploom cursed his luck. This again!? He didn't even know this woman!
Lungs starting to burn from holding his breath for so long, he angled his flower at her. It wasn't the best for swimming, but he could still fire his Bullet Seed from it!
He suddenly felt a current yank him straight down, making him feel as if he were falling. He didn't see the blue hues of the mantyke's skin anymore, so he assumed he'd lost her down a different route.
His troubles weren't over, though. Trying his hardest to hold back the urge to scream away his precious oxygen - or what little of it remained - he flailed around in a vain attempt to keep his balance. He ultimately failed as the water dragged him lower and lower at ridiculous speeds.
Through the seawater, he could barely acknowledge that the light surrounding him was growing dimmer and dimmer, as if he was being pulled into the murky lower floors. Before he could really think about it, his fall was broken by a large pool of water.
Feeling that the current had grown quite weak, he slowly and shakily swam upwards. As he broke the surface of the water, he coughed out a load of it and inhaled deeply. It was like Heaven to his lungs!
Feeling completely roughed up, he groggily looked around. He was in the darker, lower ends of the dungeon now, the light from above looking distant. A large waterfall cascading from a hole in the ceiling tipped him off as to how he'd gotten down here. Jeez, how far had that current taken him?
Shivering from the cold water, he slowly spun his flower. It lifted him out of the flowing pool, allowing him to take in the situation.
He let out a deep, mournful sigh. He'd finally managed to make friends who didn't reject him for being weedy... and now those silly explorers had beaten them all up! He wouldn't even be surprised if they'd already captured everyone, too!
They'd sort of deserved it, for trying to be muggers, and for trying to embarrass those girls... but darn it, now he was all alone again!
He shivered as he glanced around at the room. He was incredibly creeped out by the murky, dark atmosphere, which matched the shady waters outside. It didn't help that he could barely see anything inside the room, or outside its glass walls, floor and ceiling.
He slowly fluttered through the room, wondering if there was a way to go back up to check if everyone was alright. He severely hoped he wouldn't have to fight that buneary again, when he did. She'd been tough...
Ugh, and there was that mantyke, too, thinking about it. Why was he getting his butt kicked by girls so much today?
His eyes widened when he noticed something brightly glistening inside the growing pool of water underneath him. Curious, he decided to go for one more swim, holding his breath and diving under the water to grab it. After some paddling, he managed to get it and swam up to the surface once more.
Exhaling, he took to the air again while examining the orb. Heh... it was sort of cute. It had a mini gligar wearing a spring-patterned scarf inside, lying on the ground while brandishing some weird metal things. It didn't seem like a wonder orb, though, sadly...
"What're you staring at?" a voice asked irritably from within.
Skiploom nearly dropped the orb in shock. Stumbling to grab it again, he gazed into it in disbelief. "Did... you just talk, little gligar?" he asked.
The mini gligar glared at him. "No shit! I'm a real pokémon in here, dummy! Those bitches captured me in this thing to haul me off to jail!"
"O-Oh, right." Well, that explained things.
Skiploom frowned sadly again. This is what they did to criminals, then, huh? He and the rest of The Darkness Gang were going to end up trapped in teeny balls like this guy, weren't they?
He let out a breath. Well, he could at least save this guy from going to jail. He probably wasn't all that bad, right?
He noticed a balcony-like ledge a little further into the room and higher up. Quickly flying up to it, he noticed that it led down into a tunnel as dark as the rest of the floor. He hoped no wild pokémon would attack them while he did this.
"Ugh, what're you doing, anyway?" the gligar asked. For some reason, he stayed laid down the whole time, limply looking up to lock gazes. Had he fainted, recently? "Don't tell me you're an explorer looking for my bounty, too."
Placing the orb on the ground, Skiploom shook his head. "Uh, no... just give me a moment." He took a breath, forming and building up seeds in his mouth. He spat a rapid stream of them at the glowing ball holding the gligar.
The ball visibly cracked. Its cracks grew bigger and more numerous, earning a yelp from the gligar and making him shuffle away from the cracks.
In only a moment, the orb caved in on itself and dissipated into nothing. The gligar suddenly grew back to a normal size, before slumping on the ground with a light groan.
"Uh... th-there you go," Skiploom said. "You're free."
"Man... couldn't have made it softer on me, could ya?" the gligar complained, struggling to stand up. He fell back to the floor with a quiet thud and an annoyed grunt.
Skiploom frowned guiltily. "S-Sorry... I don't know how you're supposed to break it..."
"Whatever, doesn't matter." He huffed before smirking lightly. "Hey, really, though, thanks. That shitty thing was cramping my ass."
Skiploom offered him back a small smile. "Uh, no problem..." He was glad the bat thing wasn't mad at him.
The gligar weakly indicated towards himself with his metal object. "They call me Arms Gligar."
"I'm, uh... Skiploom. I don't really know what people call me, to be honest." Actually, he'd heard people call him 'Goody Two Shoes Skiploom' before, but he wanted to keep that to himself...
Gligar nodded. "Cool. Well, maybe we'll figure one out."
"Uh... maybe!"
Skiploom and Gligar had spent the next few minutes resting in the darkness, with only the soft green glow of the Grassy Terrain patch underneath them providing any illumination.
While the small field of grass under them had soothed their injuries, they'd been talking about their experiences for the day. It seemed they were both wanted criminals for their misdemeanors, and they'd both been caught by that team with the grumpig, the maractus and that buneary.
The rapidash had apparently not been on the team during Gligar's clash with them, and judging by her apparent lack of fighting experience, Skiploom guessed that her not being a regular on the team was the usual.
"Tsk... y'know, this is personal, now," Gligar said. He limply held up his 'revolvers', as he'd called them. "Dunno who those bitches are, but like Sand Devil Gligar, I always pay back my grudges!"
"I'm sort of mad they took all my only friends, so I guess I feel you," Skiploom replied. "How're you gonna do it, though? They were tough!"
"I learned a new technique using some seeds," Gligar replied. "If I can learn more about them, and use them more efficiently... Well, they'll see!" He coughed and groaned again. "Ugh, but I guess I should heal up, first."
"Eheh, the first seed you need is a reviver one. I should go and, uh... try and... uh...?"
He noticed a large, lumpy rock hanging upside down on the ceiling nearby, vaguely illuminated by the Grassy Terrain. It was sort of... crab shaped? It was hard to tell in the darkness.
Murmuring in curiosity, Gligar followed his gaze. He cried out in alarm. "A klawf!? What the-!?" he shouted, shakily aiming his revolvers at it. They clicked several times, doing nothing more. "Shit!"
Alarmed himself, Skiploom posed defensively. It was a pokémon!?
Sure enough, the rock started to slowly clamber along the ceiling before dropping onto the same ledge. Getting a better look at the guy, Skiploom could see that he was wearing a strange, specially fitted black and red helmet that covered his face, with a yellow visor that covered his eyes.
Instead of attacking, though, he just... stood there.
"C... Can we... help you?" Skiploom asked anxiously.
"Why, yes, are you, uh, that there Arms Gligar, by any chance?" the 'klawf' responded in a thick farmer-ish accent.
"... Yeah?" Gligar asked, his weak pincers dropping to let his revolvers clink against the glass floor. "Don't tell me... you're a dumb explorer, too, eh?"
"Oh, well, sort'a, but, uh, not really, now, aye?" the klawf responded. He raised a claw to his helmet. "'Ere, it's probably best if, uh, our 'ere leader 'as a word wi' ya."
"Huh?" Skiploom mumbled.
The crab pressed down a button on the side of his helmet. "'Ello," he said to no one in particular. He paused for a moment. "... Yup, 'es right down 'ere, with 'is, uh, friend." He paused again. "Ol'ight, I'll be seein' ya, soon."
Skiploom and Gligar shared a confused glance.
"Uh... the hell's he talking to?" Gligar asked.
Skiploom could only shrug in response. He stiffened when he heard a loud, resounding thud reverberate through the tunnel next to him. Another thud rang out after that, followed by another. Footsteps. Large, heavy footsteps.
Skiploom was immediately on edge. W-What the heck was that!? The darkness was shrouding whatever was approaching, so he couldn't tell!
Gligar seemed nervous, too, as he'd started aiming his revolvers defensively. "Hey, who's there?" he called down the tunnel.
The being didn't respond with words, but instead, a deep, rumbling chuckle. It reverberated enough to send a rumble through Skiploom's whole system, shaking him to the core.
"No need for alarm..." the being said in a deep, gravelly, baritone voice. It was almost demonic. "I'm simply here... to say hi."
Getting scared now, Skiploom stared at him as he approached, only able to make out a vague silhouette against the dark. When he came close enough, though, more detail could be seen as he emerged from the darkness. It was a tall, bipedal pokémon, whose whole body was wrapped in a large, tattered cloak that flowed over him. Shadows danced along his giant, bulky frame like fire, emitting a weak, eerie glow.
"Who the fuck comes over to say hi like that!?" Gligar shouted. He clicked his revolvers a few more times, earning another explicit from him.
The figure continued towards them with another deep chuckle. His steps sounded heavy enough to crack the glassy floor beneath. "You need bullets...?" he asked, stopping before them. His tall, imposing figure barely illuminated by the Grassy Terrain's soft glow sent heavy shivers up Skiploom's spine.
"B-Bullets?" Skiploom stuttered. That seemed like a good idea right about now! He took a deep breath and fired out a stream of Bullet Seeds, pelting the stranger in the chest. He was so nervous that they didn't come out very fast or strong.
The man ignored the stream of seeds, even as they left holes in his dark cloak. Instead, a hand emerged from within, grasping something. "Here are some... bullets," he said, spreading his arm out.
Skiploom stopped his attack as dozens of small, shiny casings fell to the floor from the man's hand. The clatter of metal against glass followed, and Gligar gasped in surprised delight.
"I think you'll find that these ones might be more... suitable than your friend's bullets," the figure said, an air of smug amusement to his deep voice.
"Y-Yeah, good!" the bat cried out, dropping one revolver and scooping a bunch of them up to load them into the other. He took aim but paused afterwards. "Wait... why did you even...?"
Withdrawing his arm back inside his cloak, the figure turned his head - face still obscured by darkness - towards the crab. "Moors Klawf..."
The crab saluted towards him. "Sir," he responded in an almost casual-sounding tone.
"Why don't you explain the... circumstances...?"
"Ol'ight, sir." Klawf turned towards the bat. "Well, y'know, I was doin' some of me explorin' in that there cave wi' the cracks in it, but then I done saw you doin' some fightin' wi' the, uh, girl bug."
He clicked his claws together in thought before continuing. "I was thinkin', 'Oh, I wonder what mischief 'e's up to, then', so I done watched ya from up on that there ceiling. Then that explorer team with the big ol' titty girls done showed up, and the fight you done did bloody blew me shell off. So I, uh, figured, 'That there boss o' mine might think he'll fit our ol' organization thing', so I went 'n' told 'im, and now 'ere we are."
A deep laughter that filled the watery caverns erupted from the 'boss'. "Very aptly put, my little... friend..." he praised.
The crab gave another salute. "Cheers, sir."
Skiploom blinked. Honestly, that had been a bit hard to follow.
Gligar seemed to understand, however. "So... lemmie get this straight," he started. "You watched my fight, followed me all the way out here, and now you're asking me to join this... 'organization'?"
"Not just you..." the boss replied. His hand came out from his cloak to point a finger towards Skiploom, surprising him. "I was only able to watch through the glass... but your fight..." His hand withdrew with a small snicker. "Yes, I think I'll recruit you into my ranks, also...!"
"M-Me?" Skiploom asked. "But... B-But my gang..."
"Being a criminal doesn't suit you... Instead... helping me find the truth to a tragedy from nearly a thousand years ago seems more up your ally, wouldn't you say...?"
"What's in it for us, huh?" Gligar retorted. He yelped as the boss flicked a seed at him, which burst on impact, scattering dust over him. He briefly glowed before being able to stand again, unfainted. Surprise was present in his eyes.
"Money... Excitement... Revenge..." The boss turned towards Skiploom. "Perhaps even... friends...!"
Skiploom faltered. "F-Friends..." he muttered. Could it be a way for him to avoid being lonely...?
"Some revenge against those bitches would be nice..." Gligar murmured.
The boss nodded. "And who even knows?" he continued. "Perhaps... you'll even gain an interest in our... goal of finding out what truly happened so long ago, in the prehistoric era..."
"Huh? What happened back then?" Skiploom asked.
The boss spread his cape, revealing the man's tall, muscular body. He had similar proportions to a sawk, or a machoke, though... he seemed different, somehow. "Come... we shall walk and talk..." He turned and walked away, chuckling as he did. "Perhaps you two could even be on the same team. The... Bandits... Yes, The Bandits is quite fitting, wouldn't you say?"
"Heh, y'know, I don't think I mind it," Gligar snickered, walking after him. "Alright, we'll talk!"
"Uh... I guess?" Skiploom added, following behind. This sure was an unexpected turn of events.
As the klawf followed behind him - walking sideways for some reason - Skiploom smiled lightly. Honestly... having friends without having to turn to hanging out with perverted muggers was pretty enticing! Maybe he would see where this would go, for better or worse...
A loud splash rang out from somewhere behind. The group turned around in time to see a figure in the darkness, sending water droplets into the air which faintly shimmered in the dim light.
As it glided down into a landing near Skiploom, it spoke in a voice that sent a shiver up his spine.
"Here you flipping are! Flippin' A!" the mantyke said, as persistent as ever. "We are gonna flipping finish this flipping fight of ours right flipping now!"
"Oh, c'mon!" Skiploom shouted. "I don't fli-" He put his paws over his head in exasperation. "Gahhh! You've got me doing it, now!"
The mantyke took to the air on flying-type energy. "Good! Let's flip it out, buddy!"
"The hell?" Gligar muttered in disbelief. "What's with this psycho bitch?"
Apparently hearing him, she blew a raspberry at him. "Flip off!"
A deep, almost demonic laughter erupted from the boss, resounding all around them. Even the mantyke paused in surprise at the outburst.
"How amusing... I like her," the boss murmured. He reached a hand out of his cloak to point a finger at her. "Klawf... Smack Down..."
The crab saluted and said. "Ol'ight, sir." He turned to the floating fish and seemed to uncharacteristically glare. "Oi, ya bloody wee fishy! You've been scarin' moi teammates!" He reached for his back and pulled off a chunk of his rock-like shell. The fragment glowed a bright orange, illuminating the immediate area. "Geeet off wi' ya!" He flung it as hard as he could.
She dodged and glared at him. "Hey! I don't wanna flippin' fight you!" she complained angrily. "I just want that plant rabbit guy thing!"
"Too bad, lass! We doesn't like strangerrrrs!" He flung several more glowing rocks pulled from different parts of his shell.
Skiploom and Gligar dodged to the side as many glowing stones flew in the mantyke's direction. She dodged a few, herself, but one managed to catch her. It briefly clung to her wing before exploding, launching her straight down to crash into the floor. "Flipping hell!" she screeched.
Klawf threw more glowing stones. They clung to her, though didn't explode this time. The mantyke tried to rise again into the air, but it seemed impossible for her. They must have been weighing her down.
"Fliiiiiip!" she yelled, writhing around on the floor angrily.
"That should do..." the boss murmured. He pulled out an object and casually tossed it up and down in his hand. "Well done. I'll take over..."
"Ol'ight, sir," Klawf responded with a salute. He skittered off to the side.
Skiploom squinted at the object the boss was holding. It looked like... some sort of tiny sphere, not unlike the one Gligar had been imprisoned inside. This one, however, was far smaller, and wasn't transparent. It was white on one side and red on the other with a button in the middle. It almost looked like one of Amoongus' shield hands, or an explorer's badge. Skiploom didn't have a clue what it was for.
The boss' thumb pressed the white button on the ball. It suddenly grew a fair bit larger, easily filling his palm. A second later, he flung it hard.
It hit the mantyke in the head and bounced into the air before opening up. A beam of red light poured out of it and covered the mantyke from head to toe.
She could only get out a surprised squeak before disintegrating into red particles. They were sucked into the open ball, which closed and fell to the floor. It shook a few times, its button briefly glowing red, before settling with a loud click.
Skiploom stared in abject horror.
"Hoooly shit," Gligar mumbled, eyes wide in shock.
Klawf picked the ball up and threw it towards his leader. "'Ere's you are, sir," he said as casually as ever.
Arm outstretched, the boss grabbed it with a deep cackle.
"W-What did you do to her!?" Skiploom shouted.
"Only... making you one more friend," the boss replied. He tossed the ball his way. "Open it and see..."
Skiploom fumbled to grab it, nearly dropping it a few times, no thanks to its size. Finally having a hold of it, he turned it around, wondering how to open it.
His paw accidentally pushed down on the button as he turned it. It opened up, causing a white light to pour out of it and onto the ground.
It formed into the familiar shape of the mantyke. She appeared in place, completely unharmed. "What... the... fuck?" she murmured, looking herself over in utter confusion.
It was weird to admit it to himself, but Skiploom was utterly relieved to see she was okay. It really was like the prison balls, then!
"Jeez, hey, what even is this thing you're signing us up for?" Gligar asked the boss, completely bewildered. "This better not be like 'Final Fall' from Forest of the Bandits! Or the Neo Wagon Kingdom! It's starting to look like it!"
The boss murmured out another deep chuckle and turned to walk back down the dark tunnel. "Nothing like that, I assure you," he replied. "It's as I said, earlier. We simply want to seek the truth of what happened nearly a thousand years ago, in the age of man..."
"That's... it? No assassinations, or world ending plots? Just... searching for some weird 'truth'?"
"Yes... so on that note, you may call us..." He whipped his head back to face them, a smirk barely visible through the darkness.
"... The Truth Seekers...!"
Skiploom stared in surprise. What... was he signing up for, exactly?
He was intimidated. Yet, at the same time... enticed.
He looked down at the opened ball in his paws. Well, he had nothing to lose, so why not?
Today, he'd stopped being a part of The Darkness Gang... and was now a Truth Seeker!
TO BE CONTINUED!
Finished: 15/11 (November)/2023 (Today has been decided to be Lagomorphshipping Day, it seems... so happy decade and a half-ish of shipping mice and rabbits together! :D I hope you enjoyed your chapter, which had neither. XD)
Word count: 4,368
VGS2's sausage notes: Seems legit! I hope this strange fellow and his recruits don't cause too much mischief down the line!
Today's shameless promotion: MetaMon Origins
Author: J'LoBuizel
Universe: Original Pokémonverse with trainers!
Main species: A pikachu made of rubber, a buneary, a buizel, a pachirisu, a pikachu not made of rubber, a meowth and a human
Summary: The other pikachu could never accept him. With no memory of his past, the only life Sam ever knew, was a life of loneliness and segregation. No family, no friends, alone with his curse. Then one day, he runs away to start a new life, only to be captured by a human. But… maybe this is destiny? Maybe this is Arceus' plan for him? To make real friends—a new family. And maybe even love
Romance: Plenty promised! Already looking somewhat cute!
Wackiness: Rather grounded and somber, though with some lighthearted banter here and there!
Lewdness: Probably not...?
Action: Lots of fighting promised!
Grittiness: The author likes bloody violence in fics, so expect it!
Length: Likely to be long!
Look familiar? I actually advertised the older version of this story a long while back, but it's been revamped and rebooted a fair few times, since! This seems like it'll be the final, and most well tuned version, though!
It's a rather dramatic fic, with a main character you just want to pet and hug and cheer up! He'll be getting into all manner of mischief, some of which might get super violent, because the author has a knack for it. XD It's worth reading just to see how it'll all unroll!
Aside from that, ol' Rubberchu is already getting quite close to the rabbit of the team! If you like shipping, then you have that to look forward to, too! Please feel free to give it a read! :D
Y'know, fun fact: In Britain, we call erasers 'rubbers'. That's all well and good, but apparently, Americans have a different use of the word rubber! Rest assured, Sam the pikachu is based off neither of these things... XD
Fun mistakes of the day:
#1: 'zig-zagging around each other as they both tired to find a weak point.'
(I'd imagine all that erratic flying about would make both of them quite tired!)
#2: 'He felt a current yank him straight down, making feel as if her were falling.'
(I think he's taken in too much salt water.)
#3: 'Stumbling to grab it again, he gased into it,'
(Jokes on you! Gligar has Immunity! (Which gets upgraded to Poison Heal, if he evolves!))
#4: 'Placing the orb on the ground, Skiploop shook his head.'
(The newest playground game!)
#5: 'The man ignored the steam of bullets,'
("MY FLOWER HAS DEEMED THAT YOU GET MY SKIPLOOM STEAM!")
#6: The figure turned to the crab. "Flawf..."
(Sounds like a Mario and Luigi Superstars character!)
#7: 'Then that explorer team with the big ol' titty girls done showed up, and it bloody blew me shell off.'
(Understandable.)
#8: "Yes, The Bandtis quite fitting, wouldn't you say?"
(Little did Skiploom and Gligar know that they were joining a musical band...)
#9: 'Skiploom blinked. Honestly, that had be a bit hard to follow.'
(They don't think that had be, but it do...)
#10: "We are gonna fish"
(Mantyke, go fish!)
Alright, mates, thanks for reading again, despite this short chapter coming out so soon after the previous one! You rule the school (of fish)! :D
Next chapter, we'll be returning to a familiar, brown, pouty face! 'Till then, though... tata for now! c:
