[Wrath is, honestly, fairly shaky on most human holidays. He likes them, of course, it's just that time is fake and they just sort of happen and it's always a pleasant surprise.]
[Except for Halloween.]
[He knows exactly when Halloween is.]
[Which is why he and his team were so. Freakin. READY.]
[Completely unflapped by the fact that all his Dark-types popped out of their Pokeballs and made his walking team nine instead of six, Wrath can be found leading an entourage of Pokemon, each and every one of them wearing a costume (a hastily-made one in the case of the extras, but).]
[Mama and Baby are wearing white gowns covered in colorful polka-dots, each with face-paint and clown noses. While the thought of a very large clown with a flesh pouch in which it carries a smaller clown is existentially horrifying in theory, in practice they actually look absolutely precious.]
[Truck is trotting along with a big old basket in his massive jaws-- that's where all the treats are going! Awkwardly pulled over his rump is a pink tutu and on his back are a set of (child-sized, but comically-small being worn by a Granbull) sparkly "Pinkan Island" costume Butterfree wings.]
[Slime has squeezed her long body into an equally-long half-tube of yellow foam-- that's right, she's a pool noodle.]
[Dirty and Mad are a matching set-- Dirty's in a little blue dress, her ears tied into 'pigtails' and her dainty footpaws squeezed into sparkly red slippers. She's also carrying a basket, but instead of treats, this one contains a Deino that pops out and snarl-barks at passing children. Mad is wearing the googly eyes and angry eyebrows from the Contest Spectacular. This one was definitely Lust's idea-- but who doesn't love The Delphox of Oz?]
[Jelly, of course, is an attention whore as always-- he doesn't need a costume of his own, he's busy transforming into every passing costume that catches his eye.]
[Skin trundles along at the back of the pack, just wearing a traffic cone-- Blackout perches awkwardly atop it, just along for the ride.]
[But the piece de la resistance is Wrath himself, marching at the front in a Zorua onesie-- and behind him, Avari, not wearing an illusion but instead dressed as well as she can be in a shirt, pants, with a cartoony human mask and a pokeball in her long claws-- his trainer!]
[Together, they are either the DELIGHT of each household they approach for treats... or the terror.]
[Because with or without the mischievous influence of the Call, Wrath and his gang have always been willing to vandalize uncharitable houses.]
B. TRICKS!
[It's well into the night that he spots it-- following the cries of other children, he sees a scruffy little Poochyena. Not part of a pack but instead very devoted to its solo crime career of stealing shoes right off of peoples' feet. He dances away from a Super Nerd, one of the furry costume boots dangling from his jaws.]
[Wrath stops in his tracks, looking around warily. His Pokemon are still at the door of the last house, with Truck patiently holding the basket as treats are piled into it.]
[He's always hated having to wear shoes, and honestly is probably only wearing them tonight because he was made to before leaving the house.]
[Like many of Wrath's choices, the decision is split-second.]
[He bends down and pulls off one of his shoes.]
Psssst. Dog.
[The Poochyena turns around, ears perked. After first standing frozen for a second, he spots the shoe in Wrath's hand and his rumpled tail begins to wag. Dropping the Nerd Boot, he takes a step forward.]
[Wrath checks over his shoulder again, then holds the shoe out enticingly.]
[The Poochyena squints suspiciously, sniffing. He takes one step closer. Then another. He leans in very close, eyes on Wrath the entire time... and then quickly snatches the shoe, turns tail, and runs off down the street.]
[Wrath grins enormously.]
Oh NO!
My SHOE!
[He gives chase, his one bare foot slapping on the wet pavement.]
Goldenrod City... and beyond! OTA
[Wrath is, honestly, fairly shaky on most human holidays. He likes them, of course, it's just that time is fake and they just sort of happen and it's always a pleasant surprise.]
[Except for Halloween.]
[He knows exactly when Halloween is.]
[Which is why he and his team were so. Freakin. READY.]
[Completely unflapped by the fact that all his Dark-types popped out of their Pokeballs and made his walking team nine instead of six, Wrath can be found leading an entourage of Pokemon, each and every one of them wearing a costume (a hastily-made one in the case of the extras, but).]
[Mama and Baby are wearing white gowns covered in colorful polka-dots, each with face-paint and clown noses. While the thought of a very large clown with a flesh pouch in which it carries a smaller clown is existentially horrifying in theory, in practice they actually look absolutely precious.]
[Truck is trotting along with a big old basket in his massive jaws-- that's where all the treats are going! Awkwardly pulled over his rump is a pink tutu and on his back are a set of (child-sized, but comically-small being worn by a Granbull) sparkly "Pinkan Island" costume Butterfree wings.]
[Slime has squeezed her long body into an equally-long half-tube of yellow foam-- that's right, she's a pool noodle.]
[Dirty and Mad are a matching set-- Dirty's in a little blue dress, her ears tied into 'pigtails' and her dainty footpaws squeezed into sparkly red slippers. She's also carrying a basket, but instead of treats, this one contains a Deino that pops out and snarl-barks at passing children. Mad is wearing the googly eyes and angry eyebrows from the Contest Spectacular. This one was definitely Lust's idea-- but who doesn't love The Delphox of Oz?]
[Jelly, of course, is an attention whore as always-- he doesn't need a costume of his own, he's busy transforming into every passing costume that catches his eye.]
[Skin trundles along at the back of the pack, just wearing a traffic cone-- Blackout perches awkwardly atop it, just along for the ride.]
[But the piece de la resistance is Wrath himself, marching at the front in a Zorua onesie-- and behind him, Avari, not wearing an illusion but instead dressed as well as she can be in a shirt, pants, with a cartoony human mask and a pokeball in her long claws-- his trainer!]
[Together, they are either the DELIGHT of each household they approach for treats... or the terror.]
[Because with or without the mischievous influence of the Call, Wrath and his gang have always been willing to vandalize uncharitable houses.]
B. TRICKS!
[It's well into the night that he spots it-- following the cries of other children, he sees a scruffy little Poochyena. Not part of a pack but instead very devoted to its solo crime career of stealing shoes right off of peoples' feet. He dances away from a Super Nerd, one of the furry costume boots dangling from his jaws.]
[Wrath stops in his tracks, looking around warily. His Pokemon are still at the door of the last house, with Truck patiently holding the basket as treats are piled into it.]
[He's always hated having to wear shoes, and honestly is probably only wearing them tonight because he was made to before leaving the house.]
[Like many of Wrath's choices, the decision is split-second.]
[He bends down and pulls off one of his shoes.]
Psssst. Dog.
[The Poochyena turns around, ears perked. After first standing frozen for a second, he spots the shoe in Wrath's hand and his rumpled tail begins to wag. Dropping the Nerd Boot, he takes a step forward.]
[Wrath checks over his shoulder again, then holds the shoe out enticingly.]
[The Poochyena squints suspiciously, sniffing. He takes one step closer. Then another. He leans in very close, eyes on Wrath the entire time... and then quickly snatches the shoe, turns tail, and runs off down the street.]
[Wrath grins enormously.]
Oh NO!
My SHOE!
[He gives chase, his one bare foot slapping on the wet pavement.]