Ancient Scribes of the LLL, PG-14

Status
Not open for further replies.
Rapharam was sitting at his throne, placed inside of the huge Deoxys tower of Docklynn. Deep underneath the ground was his lair. He sat there, playing with a small object. It was the Heart Gun. It was what he used to close the hearts of Pokemon, and turn them into shadow Pokemon. There was only one threat that opposed his empire that stood a chance; it was the LLL, an ancient organization that worked undercover to seek out mercy from the legendary Pokemon. Suddenly, his darkness was interrupted by a bright light. It was dark again, with a slamming sound following it. He swirled around, and saw a Ninjask. It skittishly approached Rapharam, knowing it could die with ease at his hands.

"S-sir?" he questioned.

"..." Rapharam stared at him, waiting for his question.

"I was forced into joining you. Can you accept me?" he said, hesitantly.

"..Forced?" Rapharam slowly looked up to the Ninjask, making it nearly faint.

"Er.. uhm.. I mean, I wanted to join, but I never had the time.." He trailed off, worrying that Rapharam was going to kill him.

"Never had the time? You don't have enough time for me, a diety of this world?" He said, raising his voice.

"I'm sorry, that came out wro-" he was cut off.

"You're not explaining yourself. I don't have time for you. You are a part of sector Z11. Don't cooperate with your group, you get this," he said, holding up the Heart Gun, looking at it, "now, be gone."
 
Status
Not open for further replies.
Back
Top