002. [Action for Goldenrod]

[garbagechild]

<sub>[Team Valor? Team Mystic? Team Instinct? PFFFF. Wrath already HAS a team! TEAM ROCKET 5-EVER!!!]

[Needless to say, there's a lot of outrage and offense going around the Rocket HQ, and while Wrath doesn't really understand the intricacies, he gets the general gist. There's a RIVAL TEAM coming to cause trouble, and he is offended.]

[So while there's a few Rockets who conceded to join one of the three taking on Team Skull, the only colors Wrath is interested in flying are the classic Rocket red and black, and he's not interested in sitting on the sidelines, either. He wants to tell those numbskulls where they can stick it, so he sneaks out through all the chaos and into an alley near the Radio Tower.]

[And hides.]

[And waits.]

[Until two Skull grunts come swaggering past on their way to creep in the little-known back-door.]

[Then he leaps.]</sub>

"BRO!!!! BRO WHAT IS THAT!! OH SHIT, IT'S GOT MAD TEETH, DOG!! GET IT OFFA ME!!!!"

"SHIT! I'VE GOT YOU DOG!! HOLD STILL!!"

<sub>[Scuffling sounds ensue.]

[One of the grunts is crying.]</sub>

"IT WANTS TO EAT MY EYEBALLS!! I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE, YO!! I HAVEN'T EVEN GONE TO KALOS AND EGGED LUMIOSE TOWER!! BRO!"

_{[An inhuman shriek escapes... someone (probably Wrath) as the smallest, bitiest Rocket is dislodged from where he had clamped onto the crying Grunt's back. He yowls and thrashes in the grip of the other one, whose eyes grow wide with awe above the bandanna covering most of his face. His voice is soft in wonder, even as he fights to hold onto the whirlwind of sharp teeth and gangly ten-year-old limbs.]}

"BRO... IT'S NOT EVEN A POKEMON.... IT'S... THE UGLIEST CHILD I'VE EVER SEEN. BRO... I... I LOVE HIM..."

"OH SHIT... YOU'RE RIGHT! I'M NOT EVEN ANGRY ANYMORE! LOOK AT HIS WACK HAIR!! THIS KID IS METAL AS FUCK."

"BRO.... CAN... CAN WE KEEP HIM?"

"UH, YEAH, DOG!!! GUZMA WILL LOVE HIM!!! LET'S GO SHOW HIM OFF!!"

"BRO, I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE A FATHER... BRO..."

<sub>[The other grunt is crying again.]

[Wrath, meanwhile, has apparently realized that his kamikaze attack has gone horribly wrong.]</sub>

--wh-- WHAT, PUT ME DOWN! I'M not going with YOU!! I'm a ROCKET!! Let me GO! AAAAAAAA!

"SHHHHH, LITTLE DUDE, IT'S OKAY! BIG SIS WILL MAKE YOU A L'IL SKULL UNIFORM AN' EVERYTHING."

NOOOOOOO!


_{[Save him.]}

Comments

Feral child meets half-feral squid, the results will shock you!

[agent3]

[Maika was getting weak. Thida could tell just by looking at her that the Inkay needed healing badly, or else neither of them would be able to help the Valor attack. As much as she's loathe to leave the Radio Tower, Thida decides that sneaking out a bathroom window on the lower level would get her out quick enough to find a Pokemon Center.

While she doesn't hear Wrath's racket, however, she does spot him and the Grunts who've accosted him in the alley just as she's got a foot propped up on the windowsill, and a spike of anger rushes through her body. How many of these bozos were there?!

It's not long before there's a definite patter of running footsteps coming Wrath's way, and what's probably the most least threatening ghost in the world wielding a soaking wet mop appears, getting up close and personal to thwap the Grunts in the face with the dripping, yarny strands. You might get a little collateral damage, Wrath, but it's only water, and the splatter range is damn accurate.]

Let 'um go!!

a clickbait article i would read

[garbagechild]

The Grunts turn, Wrath still snapping and snarling in the arms of one of them.

The sight of the mangled little ghost bouncing towards them is enough to get them both to dissolve into hooting, derisive laughter-- but the SPLAT of a gross old mop hitting one of them in the face is enough to cut it off pretty much immediately.

"HEY! WE SKULLS DON'T PUT UP WITH THAT KINDA DISRESPECT!!" shouts one, while the one who got smacked spits and splutters behind his soaked bandanna.

"BRO!!! THAT GOT IN MY MOUTH, BRO!!!"

same tbh

[agent3]

[Disrespect? Really? Please, as if she cares. Tentacles with stubby legs put up a better fight than Team Skull.]

Let - 'um - go!

[Splurp, now we're smacking the other Grunt in the face. Come on, back off, let the kid go...]

also whoops i prosed it up in the last tag, APOLOGIES

[garbagechild]

<sub>[This time, the Grunt actually grabs for the mop, aiming to wrench it away. But in the process... he's forced to let go of Wrath.]

[Who hits the ground with a thud, is on his feet within a fraction of a second, and promptly sinks his teeth into the grunt's arm.]

[The grunt YOWLS.]</sub>

"OW!!! WHAT! DON'T BITE YOUR FATHER, YO!!!"

hahah it's okay don't worry about it

[agent3]

[See, if not bitten, he might've been able to wrench the mop away - it's important not to have too tight a grip on something you're using to fling muck around with. But, seeing as he's distracted, Thida pulls her mop back only to smush it back into his face again.

DOUBLE ASSAULT]

[garbagechild]

<sub>[And that does it.]

[These particular grunts aren't exactly... the toughest.]

[The double-assaulted topples over, cursing loudly, and takes several trash cans with him, which clatter all over the alleyway and spill their contents all over the place. Several alarmed Trubbishes go waddling away from the commotion hastily.]

[Wrath emerges from the tangle of flailing limbs (because the guy is STILL gesticulating wildly, even on the ground), wild-eyed and rumpled but otherwise unharmed.]

[He immediately turns around and starts kicking the fallen grunt, who yelps piteously and flails.]</sub>

PREPARE FOR TROUBLE! MAKE IT DOUBLE! TEAM ROCKET RULES!!

[agent3]

[The heck is Team Rocket? Eh...who cares, those grunts falling all over themselves is hilarious. Thida cackles, leaning on her mop as she laughs.]

Get out 'n don't come back!

[garbagechild]

_{[Shouting with dismay (and pain), the Grunts manage to scramble upright after a few minutes of being kicked in every spot Wrath can reach.]}

"JOHTO KIDS ARE CRAZY, BRO!!! WE GOTTA MAKE LIKE A SUDOWOODO AND SPLIT!!!"

"BUT MY SON, BRO!!"

"WE'RE NOT READY TO BE DADS, BRO!!!!! EVEN IF HE KICKS LIKE A HITMONLEE AND WOULD TOTALLY FIT IN WITH OUR RAD CREW!!! BRO, JUST LET IT GO!!"

<sub>[And then they're off, with one last wail of "I'LL NEVER FORGET YOU, CRAZY LITTLE BRO!!"]

[Wrath chases them a good fifty feet or so, snapping and gnashing his teeth like a territorial dog. It's only at the mouth of the alley that he stops, hunched and puffing angrily. >8(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]</sub>

They got away!

[agent3]

[She'll give chase too, admittedly curious, but only shrugs when the grunts disappear from sight. Eh, not a big loss, in her opinion.]

Learned th'lesson! Not gonna kidnap again, definitely.

[garbagechild]

But I wanna FIGHT 'em!

_{[He stamps his (bare) feet and puffs like a tiny, angry cartoon wolf.]}

[agent3]

'F they run, they're not worth it.

[They know they're far too weak to hold up, which is some startlingly enlightening intelligence on their part. Also, as someone who fights with something packing very little power on a regular basis...]

Or they're gonna ambush if we chase 'em.

[garbagechild]

... HMPH.

If I see 'em again, I'll rip all their organs out and stamp on 'em!

_{[He kicks a can down the alley in the direction they fled.]}

[agent3]

...Okay.

[She looks at him a little oddly, though. Doesn't...that seem kind of excessive, kiddo?]

[garbagechild]

<sub>[Look at him, Thida. Take a good long look at him.]

[Every single aspect of this child is overkill.]

[He sniffs loudly, and folds his little arms, apparently calming down from tantrum mode.]</sub>

... anyway, who're you?

[agent3]

[Eh. By this point she's met Krieg already, and she'll take a liking to him rather quickly. Overkill in looks is not something she registers.

She pulls her sheet around her like a hole-ridden little cape.] Thida. Who're you?

[garbagechild]

I'm Wrath.

I was going to teach those stupid humans a lesson.

But I guess you helped.