A/N Do not ever expect anything good from this fanfic.
Chapter 2:
Buried
The worst part about being a mute are the other people who can talk and say dumb shit.
Blue by definition said a lot of dumb stuff all the time and he isn't even trying, that was atleast one thing no one could take away from him. He really was good at being horrible.
"Don't think you stand a chance!" Blue chided from a safe distance.
Too far away to 'accidentally' punch him.
Not that I would punch him, I prefer kicking. Takes less effort and can be done from underneath the kitchen table.
The girl whose name I forgot stood on the sidelines, holding her B-rank flowerpot with legs.
She intended to watch the battle between Squirtle and my Charmander.
"You obviously forgot that fire is weak against water," Blue boasted, "Looks like you should've studied the Pokémon typing matchups instead of all the other classes you took."
Now that was completely unfair since 'he' counterpicked 'me', there was no way I could've prevented him from counter picking me. Second I did study the Pokémon matchups but instead of only doing that I took a few extra online classes, you know because I'm not stupid enough to think there's a 100% chance I'll make enough money with only Pokémon battles. I honestly can't just wait for the day Blue ends up homeless and broke, that'd be fun.
I could walk up to him and allow him to sniff up my air of success because I didn't put all my brain cells in one basket.
I picked up Charmander and made sure I had its full attention.
I pointed at the Squirtle and then drew a line across my throat.
'Kill it.'
Charman nodded, then I remembered how much trouble digging a hole brought.
I gestured to Charmander not to 'actually' kill but just seriously maim him.
If I had to dig one more hole this year I will kill someone, well not really because that means I have to dig another hole which would not solve anything except overpopulation.
Charmander didn't waste a moment.
After I had put him down he ran towards Squirtle.
Blue starred with shock as Charmander bitch slapped the blue turtle with tiny claws scraping across his face. His brains must have been still loading because he just took the punishment, frozen in shock.
Type advantage my ass.
Blue managed to get his balls back in place and shouted an order. 'Water Gun!"
Charmander glanced back at me for advice, I just shook my head and ordered him to continue.
Squirtle jumped back to create room for a Water Gun but Charmander didn't let it and followed.
Squirtle's eyes widened and Charmander continued scratching him.
And then Squirtle dropped.
I smirked at Blue while Charmander did his thing where he said his own name.
I grinned at Blue.
Like making candies from a baby.