wobbuffetds
Now it's time for my friends!
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- Seen Feb 26, 2012
Prologue: Desert Festival Revelation [Rated NC-17]
The scene starts off at Drew's house, where the beautiful man with green-rose shaped hair was looking in his mirror, topless and combing his hair to make it perfect. A year has passed since the Kanto and Johto Grand Festivals, and as usual, this man was always ready to battle anything prepared. A towel was currently worn over him while washing his cutely-shaped body, looking down and brushing his genitals, as his shower had a shining mirror installed on the inside where he could keep track of his own beauty. The Roselia he used to have for so many years has already evolved into Rozerade after all the work they have done over the years. Rozerade was dancing with him in the shower, although their main physical purpose at the moment was to get the both of them clean. At moment of finishing, he got out of the shower and cleaned his hair, sifting it back with his hand before quickly getting dressed, drying off his own Pokémon before him. As usual, Drew would think about the next competition he would enter sooner or later.
"Much time has passed since we've gotten back from there, hasn't it, my friend?"
"Rosé…"
"But us venturing out again may not be such a horrid notion."
"Rosé…"
Drew quickly put on his clothes, and left the bathroom, refreshed as he swayed his hair in the refreshing wind and it moved back. His clothes weren't different from what he usually wore--a purple blazer on top of a black undershirt with candies blue jeans. As he passed down the hall, many pictures of previous times shown as he was traveling were hung on the walls, decorating as if he was walking through the hall of fame. Considering there were many Pokémon Contest ribbons being hung up on the wall, any person coming inside could assume the same thing. Some of them had pictures of people he met before, mostly involving a certain brown-haired girl wearing a red PokéBall bandana, with a pink-haired girl wearing a yellow blazer and shorts as a second most appearance; the strange thing was the fact none of those pictures had him in it with any of those specific minds. Rozerade was following Drew down the hall as if she was his girlfriend, welcoming him along the way as he emerged from the doors of his beautiful house…
Harley was approaching emerald-colored steps in his usual strange way of walking, his face in the shadows and his feet making mineral sounding noise as he walked on the surface of wherever he was. The emerald ground seemed to be transparent, and the moon shimmered over it, showing the clouds that were underneath it, and the level of wind from them seemed to be able to blow Harley off the place at any second since there were no rails or handles to prevent him from doing so. As he continued walking with his eyes closed, it seemed as if they were open as he approached a huge door that resembled that of a castle, getting to the top of the steps. It then showed a huge gap in the middle, revealing the clouds that were moving underneath the emerald land, and even though it looked as if Harley was going to fall off from the lack of surface since his eyes were closed, he somehow didn't. "Home sweet home."
He took out a red-colored remote control from his left pocket that blended in with the rest of his clothes and clicked on a pink button on it, making it turn green and make a beeping sound of approval. A bridge suddenly materialized like data downloaded onto the empty space in front of Harley, but not like the old-fashioned way when cross bridges would go from the other side for warriors wishing to pass, instead it was controlled by technology. It glowed bright green when it fully appeared, and had tiny gaps on it like the way that wooden bridges had, making it look like floating blocks of glowing green wood appear above on the air. The surface was still transparent, and Harley began walking over it, with the ground's respective panels bumping down a little and up again each time he reached.
He entered the large door on the other side of the bridge, with it being the shape of a giant's door, and it opened upon his arrival as if he was using magic. When he arrived inside, there were two statues of Cacturne, looking as if they were real ones turned into rock black stone, greeting him when he entered the room. There were also stairs on the wall of the opposite side that he was at, and you can see the second and third floor on the walls of this one room, the way that it would seem when you're at a mall going down or at a big library. The walls were green with darker shades of it popping out literally, resembling the spikes that a Cacturne has scattered all over its body. The floor was red, contradicting the wall's overall color. "It was a long time since I got here…"
Suddenly, many camera screens opened up from where Harley was, although the strangely oriented man was little surprised about the sights of what was on those screens, as he giggled while looking at them. Those pictures were strangely naked pictures of a certain boy from earlier--Drew, bathing in the shower with his Pokémon as they enjoyed each other's company. However, Harley was busy picking at the screen--mostly where Drew's genitals were, following them with his finger as the motion picture moved back and forth. From a close showing revealed that the reason he was able to see these malicious pictures was because he had cameras stuck all over Drew's house, stalking the boy to the very second. Even the image of Drew emerging from his house onto a garden of red and blue roses was seen, enjoying every image of the boy's movement. Giggling while still touching the screen at certain areas, his eyes sprung a sudden urge to have more of it, standing up and picking from other pictures he had of the stalked boy.
When Harley walked in and took a seat at a emerald colored shrine that was a brighter green than the rest of the room, there was a large opening on the left and right side of the room, with a tall woman walking out from the left one. She had bright red hair that if you looked at it from far away, it would appear purple, with sharp black streaks on it as well as the light of the room reflecting on the edges of it as if she had just taken a bath. The woman wore purple lipstick that glossed in the light when she walked out, with her face slowly revealing from the dark hall that she emerged, showing her light blue eyes glistering, and also wearing a butterfly-shaped pair of glasses over them, but not the kind that you would wear if you had vision problems, but rather the supermodel kind or if you were conceited or bossy, colored yellow with purple rims on them. She had a rather rich dress on, pink and red with her legs revealing high heel slippers that only a millionaire would have, and the dress also showing most of her breasts. Walking out in a classy matter, she looked at Harley and spoke in a stern but gentle voice, her hair swinging like a whip as she did so. Harley knew who the girl was, having been married with her.
"I see you're staring at pictures of porn again," muttered the lady, aggravated. "How many times to I have to tell you to stop looking at Drew's face? What a loser."
"I'm not allowed to have any of my own enjoyment?"
"You do have a little visitor," giggled Jessie. "And here he is."
Down on Jessie's feet was a man trapped within an emerald colored cage, holding onto the beautiful bars and even almost crying. His blue uniform had five holes pierced inside of it, rushing on his legs, arms, and partially his left foot as he held on, begging the lady to let him go. Normally a situation like this was sure to knock one unconscious, but since he was so scared of his own melting flesh, he screamed vigorously as Jessie unleashed a nail through his right leg's upper half, piercing it and causing him to scream.
"Well look what the cat dragged in! Jessie being the sexy cat of course."
"Please…I was just doing my job," the security officer begged. "Let me go!"
"I'm gonna make sure you die slowly and painfully," chuckled Harley, advancing over to the man. "This is the fourth time this week your friends have been trying to track me."
Harley was now at the emerald cage as he pulled his hand through the shining bars slowly, wiggling his fingers as he did so. The man was too terrified to move, causing Harley to hold onto the man's neck tightly and tenaciously, refusing to let go although he did try to retaliate by holding his hands to the front. Harley suddenly had an exuberant look on his face, pressing a transmutation circle on his opened bellybutton while Jessie was foraging for a knife to stab onto the man's back. The glow made a green droning sound, causing the spikes on Harley's outfit to light up. One by one, they each stabbed his body one by one, causing the specific part to shatter and splatter down onto the ground, still continuing to choke down the man's neck with increasing force by the second. One of the spikes quickly shot through the spine--the man was severed into different areas now, with Harley separating them even more as he reached through the burning flesh and grabbed his heart, squeezing it until an oozy liquid came out, licking.
"What kind of husband are you Harley?" Jessie finally found a knife, holding it in her right hand while her other was making a fist, looking at Harley in a comical direction rather than a truly mad one. "I thought you promised me the next one would be killed by the both of us!" Jessie fiercely stabbed the already dead body like ribbons.
"Maybe next time, Jessie. Let's head over to where we're supposed to now."
"Whatever…I guess I'll be your slave again…"
Drew was already walking down the streets of Slateport City, with its usual beautiful view of the waving ocean and festivities from the many tourists around. The sector he was in was the supermarket, filled with merchants trying to sell their personal things, although many weren't getting in any business. Slateport City happened to be one of the cities Drew was popular in, so of course passing by the recent Contest Hall, many of the fangirls would jump out at him and ask the walking man for an autograph, although he was used to refusing their generous offer time after time. Without any action other than waving his green hair back, he advanced towards the ferry, although it was already filled up with people leaving the most recent arrival. The smell of foreign foods rushed through the air as the people left the ferry, from any different locations around the world.
"Hey someone, stop that robber!" yelled a young lady.
As there were thieves anywhere, the ferry's arrival location was no exception. A stereotypical hoodlum ran through the boat's platform, rushing down through the crowd while carrying a brown purse in his hand as he slickly broke them. It was a strange sight to behold as these thefts were usually spotted on a train station's sight or just the regular streets instead of an area with so much water and police officers hanging around. Since everyone in the region of the port were too frightened, Drew was the only one to stand up for the lady as he clapped his hands and generated a rose from out of nowhere. Stopping the robber in his trap, the bad man grunted. Drew held it directly in front of his heart; it suddenly extended and pierced the man's heart directly through the middle, revealing the red rose from the other side of the blade. Everyone was amazed to see the quickly fallen criminal on the ground, bleeding from behind his back as his heart was no longer as red as the rose used to pierce it. Even the police were too afraid of him to walk over.
"Thank you," said the innocent lady. "But you didn't have to…"
"Don't worry about it…you should be more careful…"
Being the gentleman everyone knew Drew as; he reached down and picked up the rather large purse, handing it over to the lady who almost lost it. She gratefully accepted it with her shaking hands, fearing the man who went through so little to kill someone who did something as horrible as robbery to her. Without allowing her to say another word, Drew approached the boat, with everyone else making a clear path to allow him to walk in first as if he saved the city. His trademark rose was in the purse of the innocent lady, poking out as she saw it and picked it up, looking at the man who saved her for the last time. But even Drew was kind enough to give her another look before leaving, inside of the ferry and waving back to her. The blade he used contracted, becoming nothing more than the trademark one he always used in the past to introduce himself, although the red dripping still fell to the carpet from the already crimson plant. Drew was always used to seeing events like this happen in the past, although crime solving was second-thought to him.
"You didn't have to do that, you know," suggested a man. He was a familiar face to him, baring straight blonde hair rushing down his back to reveal his beautiful blue eyes in a German-flavor face; some of it fell down to his back straight without a single crook, while another layer swept down his shoulder in gentle swift fashion. The man was adorned with wearing a purple suit and pink pants with a black stripe rushing down the middle in watery fashion. He having an identical rose to Drew worn on his vest with an orange scarf tucked down inside like the affluent atmosphere the man gave out, this person was famous around the world, having a rich smile on. A bow tie was worn on the middle, as he lay back, familiar with the terms of the boy he was talking with as his hair moved in the ocean's wind, his pink collar shaking back and forth. Refreshing cologne was in the air of the man with the scent of a field carrying beautiful roses sprinkling in the air. Many girls were located behind him, possibly with him or following him.
"It's been quite a long time since we've battled, hasn't it, Robert?" replied Drew.
"Drew…I see you are as usual, the same person you've always been."
"What does that mean?"
"It means you for eternity, would always speak about how you would never assist another person in the time of need, but in the end you end up doing it in a magnificent applause of the entire crowd, attracting their concentration and putting your furthermost endeavor to solve a simple inconsistency. Except I sort out the fact you have cultured some fundamental alchemy during your physical fights, a gentle artistic style to behold."
"Why are you heading to Orre? Do you have any business to be there in the first place?"
"I can simply ask the same question for you, young man, as it is but a dangerous place."
"Because a certain friend of mines is there, waiting for me to come and join with her."
"What a romantic sight for a quixotic man such as yourself. How caring you must be."
A few hours passed, causing the shadows to blanket the land, although with the exception of the beautiful shining stars radiating overhead Drew as he drank a martini on a separate table of his own--with his luggage filling up the others with the sole purpose of preventing a girl from sitting where they contained. Staring up at the sky, a couple of tears rushed down his face for no particular reason, as memories were the least of his thoughts currently. Rather, his fear was what was to become of him later, heading over to the infamous Orre simply because he wanted a stronger than average challenge at navigating the Pokémon world. Drew noticed a droning sound coming from under him as if it was about to strike in at any moment, but he didn't care about anything on his mind at the second, transfixed on finishing his drink. After finishing it, he foraged the table without looking for another one, although there was none left for him to take in.
"What is there to be other than the fact I feel so empty inside of me right now?" Drew muttered to himself, shaking the empty martini glass. "I can't believe I'm getting wasted here right by the second, and talking to myself right now, and what the hell is that annoying buzzing sound I hear coming from below me right now?"
The buzzing sound was no mistake, as there was a drill going through directly below where Drew was sitting at for the moment. The one driving the machine was a literal abiotic scarecrow driving the machine, although he was in actuality moving around as if having a will of its own. However, deep inside the body of the attacker was the regular yellow straw sticking out of nowhere, causing the ground to vibrate as the straws poked out underneath random holes on the wooden platform. Speeding it up, he busted through the ground, startling Drew a little bit as parts of his pants were ripped off and some of the metal pieces sawed through his skin, causing him to bleed. To make matters worse, some yellow straw pieces stuck into his skin, collecting motes by the second. Using quick reflexes, Drew transmutated a couple of roses to make the same sword he used earlier, slashing through the scarecrow without hesitation. Afterwards, nothing but splattered blood emitting from the straw was to be seen, leaking through the wooden ground.
"What the hell was that…?" muttered Drew, walking off in a different direction as if what just attempted to saw him through was nothing more than a little kid disturbing him, ignoring it. Rozerade was as usual, calm and collected about what Drew did.
The other people saw what he just did, and was as shocked as he was, although they refused to do anything about it as the blood leaked through the wood. The straw melted through the ground, forming a gooey slime that broke through the wood, shattering the material until it fell down to a lower level of the ship. There were people sitting in tables around the area, so they quickly got up, moving to a different location rather than complaining about something Drew just saved them from. The room below was filled with tubes and wires for water purposes, meant to stay locked, as there wasn't even a door leading inside. How the scarecrow was able to sneak in was an amazing mystery, including the fact its slime was melting the pipes down to nothing. Fumes escaped from the hidden room onto the ship's overhead, filling with unreasonable, shocking fumes.
"AHH!" yelled the worried people, running away before the fumes could do any damage to their brains, as if they already had any located inside their pointless noggins.
"You should not have done that," muttered Robert, standing next to the ship's edge with his leg kicking back, strange to what a person of his stature would stand as.
His arms were crossed around his body as he nodded at Drew, walking towards the broken down floor while everyone else was running the opposite direction. The fumes didn't seem to get to him. He held out his left-hand, which had a red stone for a ring on the ring finger as it began to glow. Drew looked at the red stone, knowing with shock what it was and had an impressed look on his face, refusing to invade the process Robert was doing to help the place get back to normal. The area where the destruction was coming from then suddenly began to heal, the broken wood moving over to the destroyed area and regenerating the ground as if it had a mind of its own. The last bit of smoke escaped from the broken hole, with the broken scarecrow having a failed attempt to reach out its arm and escape from where it was. Drew even clapped a little at the show.
Although it was sarcastic, Drew's clapping was good enough for him. "What an amazing thing you just did there. I must know how you did that…you little cheater…"
"All I did was rectify the mistake you made earlier; nothing more than that. Now let me show you why you did the mistake," advised Robert, picking up the attempted escaped hand with the flesh brewing down as he walked over to Drew with the body part. Robert carried it carefully so none of the pieces would stain his clothes, dropping it without a feeling directly in front of Drew. "See the mistake you made earlier?"
"No…but maybe you did…"
This caused the board where the hand was dropped to melt through, breaking down to the room again with another small hole, although it wasn't as large as the other one. When it made down through to the room below, there were many bottles possibly tossed in by the workers there, melting them to nothing but ashes. Drew wasn't shocked at all, already seeing this happening a few seconds earlier. He was a bit annoyed by the way Robert was trying to show him through though, but he kept the thought inside of him for now.
"What would you have done if a hideous and stereotypical scarecrow creature hopped out of the ground and attempted to assault you like that? You're all words right now."
"Nothing else than what you have…" Robert held the stone upon the area he purposely dropped the hand, regenerating it like last time. "Maybe a little extra touch to it…"
There was an emerald colored plane hovering in the sky with pink and purple spikes oozing out of the edge, corpses bleeding out from them as they littered onto the many clouds and towers below. At the plane's edge had a signed signature spelling out, 'King Scarow Rules!' along with a picture of Jessie and Harley holding out the peace sign while winking their eyes. A cute acting such as that could be seen on the interior, as Harley and Jessie had their own personal bed inside of the plane. Jessie was on top of the Harley, with her white gloves holding down on his rushing purple hair, kissing him on the lips while Harley was holding down on her breasts, feeling down on them. Jessie pulled off Harley's green Cacturne hat while Harley yanked on her bra, which had the color of a Dustox before throwing it away somewhere else. Nobody else was around as they enjoyed themselves, even biting each other on the neck for the personal love they shared while nobody else tried. Blood rushed down each other's bodies, but they loved it.
Harley suddenly stopped. "I hope nobody's watching us right now."
"Don't worry--James and Meowth are piloting the jet as we speak."
"And that's what I'm worried about. Are you sure you can trust them, honey?"
"Yeah, sure, why not? Are you done with your virus plan in the desert yet?"
"Yes…my Cacturne, Banette, and Ariados are in the desert, giving last touch."
In the deserts of Orre were the usual empty casualties, with nobody else around except for the sands rushing through the cars running through the roads. The only creatures there were Harley's Pokémon--Cacturne, Banette, and Ariados. They were sneaking through the desert, speechless, spreading a sort of blood onto the ground wherever they walked, snickering under their breath. Cacturne opened up one of her spikes and a puddle of blood rushed through onto the ground as if it was holding different packages inside of her. Banette was also into the plan, unzipping her zipper to unleash a vomit of blood onto the ground as she hovered across the desert sand, spinning and giggling insanely. Ariados shot an entire bloody web at the ground while hanging onto a cactus from above, scattering it around the entire desert. Since this was a barren desert, barely any creatures lived there even if they fit the conditions of the desert. However, the plants started absorbing the ooze, starting with the sand, although nobody was much aware of this unknown plan Harley was talking about. However, something else came around.
"AHH! Someone help me! I outta shoot you right now!"
An Umbreon from behind came about, although the other three didn't attack her considering she was probably one of them anyways. She was dragging a human in her mouth wearing a cowboy outfit, begging for her to let go, punching his way through as she dodged. Although she wasn't able to be hit by the man, she bit him on the genitals just to make him feel worst, ripping it off the last time and throwing it away into the horizon, bleeding onto the sands. Banette crawled over while hovering, her feet moving rapidly while her hands shook like the zombie she would be. Getting over to the man, she giggled and forced her lips onto him, zipping up and slicing the man's mouth as if the zipper was made out of iron, breaking his face. He yelled and yelled, and finally she spat a vomit of the same blood from earlier onto his mouth, choking him to death. They giggled, excluding Umbreon and Ariados, as the sand rushed through his body and slowly covered him. What a strange scene it was to see a slow horrifying death…
"Cacturne…!" "Banette…!"
"Those four better get the job done," threatened Harley. "Actually, I'd be happy if they made the thing longer so we could enjoy each other much more than usual."
"Are you sure about that, Harley?" whispered Jessie. "I'm getting a little tired right now and I might want to go to sleep before those ßastards come back for us again…"
"Fine then…here's a poem I wrote that represents a certain if you really want…"
"Sure honey…sure…"
The Thorns of the World
"Let me guess who you're talking about…Drew, right?"
"Ooh…how'd you guess that one out of nowhere?"
"Because you're always talking about how smexy he is and it's getting annoying."
"Want to have something when three suddenly isn't a crowd anymore?"
"Yeah, sure, why not…"
"What a pain it must be to go all this way to such a barren land," started Robert, moving back his hair elegantly. "Are you sure it would be a worthwhile trip in the end?"
"My life today is nothing but a painful yesterday," replied Drew. "If I want to make things right and stop the madness, I'll have to do something about it today."
"Are you sure she will be there to wait for you once you arrive?"
"Of course she will…if she's not, I'll look for her, even if it means I'll have to scour the entire desert for her…it will all be worth it, whether I like the end result or not."
"Well you are lucky, for the ship will be arriving at Gateon Port soon for the both of us to get off, then you can go do whatever your heart desires…and I know who it is…"
It wasn't exactly soon as Robert spoke earlier, but after an hour the ferry made its way into Gateon Port. It started with a lighthouse guiding through some of the fog as the ship dodged some of the islands on the way. Upon officially entering the city, there was a revolving bridge moving above them to allow the ferry to come in, welcoming them to the city. It made its way down to the harbor, in which many Wingull were flying in the air in unison, hanging by the ships and restaurants where the sight of sailors and navigators was much common. A bar was seen around, with a window revealing a certain couple for dancing stars doing great performances on the stage. Drew didn't care for any of it, so he got off the ship as quickly as he could, briskly walking down the staircase with his hands in his pocket. The aroma in the air was festive like Slateport City with its many different citizens. Of course, the smell of battle was already present in sea-themed Pokémon, as this was Orre, the region where battles were used to solve everything.
Drew muttered to himself, "I want to find her before something bad happens…"
On the corners of Gateon Port had a girl wearing a red bandana on top of her brown hair, having the red outfit everyone would know she would wear with shorts on. The strange part was the fact she was on the ground, crying as she looked down onto the cement with her body scraped and even bleeding apart. Drew saw her and automatically ran over to her, knowing she was in pain and wanted to help the best way he could. Drew knew even though her clothes were practically ripped apart, revealing slow wounds escaping.
"May…what the hell happened to you? You're dirtier than usual!"
"I think I'm infected with a virus spread by an Umbreon and Ariados from earlier…I'm going to die soon…I lost most of my blood from him…he's hated me since the start…"
The scene starts off at Drew's house, where the beautiful man with green-rose shaped hair was looking in his mirror, topless and combing his hair to make it perfect. A year has passed since the Kanto and Johto Grand Festivals, and as usual, this man was always ready to battle anything prepared. A towel was currently worn over him while washing his cutely-shaped body, looking down and brushing his genitals, as his shower had a shining mirror installed on the inside where he could keep track of his own beauty. The Roselia he used to have for so many years has already evolved into Rozerade after all the work they have done over the years. Rozerade was dancing with him in the shower, although their main physical purpose at the moment was to get the both of them clean. At moment of finishing, he got out of the shower and cleaned his hair, sifting it back with his hand before quickly getting dressed, drying off his own Pokémon before him. As usual, Drew would think about the next competition he would enter sooner or later.
"Much time has passed since we've gotten back from there, hasn't it, my friend?"
"Rosé…"
"But us venturing out again may not be such a horrid notion."
"Rosé…"
Drew quickly put on his clothes, and left the bathroom, refreshed as he swayed his hair in the refreshing wind and it moved back. His clothes weren't different from what he usually wore--a purple blazer on top of a black undershirt with candies blue jeans. As he passed down the hall, many pictures of previous times shown as he was traveling were hung on the walls, decorating as if he was walking through the hall of fame. Considering there were many Pokémon Contest ribbons being hung up on the wall, any person coming inside could assume the same thing. Some of them had pictures of people he met before, mostly involving a certain brown-haired girl wearing a red PokéBall bandana, with a pink-haired girl wearing a yellow blazer and shorts as a second most appearance; the strange thing was the fact none of those pictures had him in it with any of those specific minds. Rozerade was following Drew down the hall as if she was his girlfriend, welcoming him along the way as he emerged from the doors of his beautiful house…
* * *
Harley was approaching emerald-colored steps in his usual strange way of walking, his face in the shadows and his feet making mineral sounding noise as he walked on the surface of wherever he was. The emerald ground seemed to be transparent, and the moon shimmered over it, showing the clouds that were underneath it, and the level of wind from them seemed to be able to blow Harley off the place at any second since there were no rails or handles to prevent him from doing so. As he continued walking with his eyes closed, it seemed as if they were open as he approached a huge door that resembled that of a castle, getting to the top of the steps. It then showed a huge gap in the middle, revealing the clouds that were moving underneath the emerald land, and even though it looked as if Harley was going to fall off from the lack of surface since his eyes were closed, he somehow didn't. "Home sweet home."
He took out a red-colored remote control from his left pocket that blended in with the rest of his clothes and clicked on a pink button on it, making it turn green and make a beeping sound of approval. A bridge suddenly materialized like data downloaded onto the empty space in front of Harley, but not like the old-fashioned way when cross bridges would go from the other side for warriors wishing to pass, instead it was controlled by technology. It glowed bright green when it fully appeared, and had tiny gaps on it like the way that wooden bridges had, making it look like floating blocks of glowing green wood appear above on the air. The surface was still transparent, and Harley began walking over it, with the ground's respective panels bumping down a little and up again each time he reached.
He entered the large door on the other side of the bridge, with it being the shape of a giant's door, and it opened upon his arrival as if he was using magic. When he arrived inside, there were two statues of Cacturne, looking as if they were real ones turned into rock black stone, greeting him when he entered the room. There were also stairs on the wall of the opposite side that he was at, and you can see the second and third floor on the walls of this one room, the way that it would seem when you're at a mall going down or at a big library. The walls were green with darker shades of it popping out literally, resembling the spikes that a Cacturne has scattered all over its body. The floor was red, contradicting the wall's overall color. "It was a long time since I got here…"
Suddenly, many camera screens opened up from where Harley was, although the strangely oriented man was little surprised about the sights of what was on those screens, as he giggled while looking at them. Those pictures were strangely naked pictures of a certain boy from earlier--Drew, bathing in the shower with his Pokémon as they enjoyed each other's company. However, Harley was busy picking at the screen--mostly where Drew's genitals were, following them with his finger as the motion picture moved back and forth. From a close showing revealed that the reason he was able to see these malicious pictures was because he had cameras stuck all over Drew's house, stalking the boy to the very second. Even the image of Drew emerging from his house onto a garden of red and blue roses was seen, enjoying every image of the boy's movement. Giggling while still touching the screen at certain areas, his eyes sprung a sudden urge to have more of it, standing up and picking from other pictures he had of the stalked boy.
When Harley walked in and took a seat at a emerald colored shrine that was a brighter green than the rest of the room, there was a large opening on the left and right side of the room, with a tall woman walking out from the left one. She had bright red hair that if you looked at it from far away, it would appear purple, with sharp black streaks on it as well as the light of the room reflecting on the edges of it as if she had just taken a bath. The woman wore purple lipstick that glossed in the light when she walked out, with her face slowly revealing from the dark hall that she emerged, showing her light blue eyes glistering, and also wearing a butterfly-shaped pair of glasses over them, but not the kind that you would wear if you had vision problems, but rather the supermodel kind or if you were conceited or bossy, colored yellow with purple rims on them. She had a rather rich dress on, pink and red with her legs revealing high heel slippers that only a millionaire would have, and the dress also showing most of her breasts. Walking out in a classy matter, she looked at Harley and spoke in a stern but gentle voice, her hair swinging like a whip as she did so. Harley knew who the girl was, having been married with her.
"I see you're staring at pictures of porn again," muttered the lady, aggravated. "How many times to I have to tell you to stop looking at Drew's face? What a loser."
"I'm not allowed to have any of my own enjoyment?"
"You do have a little visitor," giggled Jessie. "And here he is."
Down on Jessie's feet was a man trapped within an emerald colored cage, holding onto the beautiful bars and even almost crying. His blue uniform had five holes pierced inside of it, rushing on his legs, arms, and partially his left foot as he held on, begging the lady to let him go. Normally a situation like this was sure to knock one unconscious, but since he was so scared of his own melting flesh, he screamed vigorously as Jessie unleashed a nail through his right leg's upper half, piercing it and causing him to scream.
"Well look what the cat dragged in! Jessie being the sexy cat of course."
"Please…I was just doing my job," the security officer begged. "Let me go!"
"I'm gonna make sure you die slowly and painfully," chuckled Harley, advancing over to the man. "This is the fourth time this week your friends have been trying to track me."
Harley was now at the emerald cage as he pulled his hand through the shining bars slowly, wiggling his fingers as he did so. The man was too terrified to move, causing Harley to hold onto the man's neck tightly and tenaciously, refusing to let go although he did try to retaliate by holding his hands to the front. Harley suddenly had an exuberant look on his face, pressing a transmutation circle on his opened bellybutton while Jessie was foraging for a knife to stab onto the man's back. The glow made a green droning sound, causing the spikes on Harley's outfit to light up. One by one, they each stabbed his body one by one, causing the specific part to shatter and splatter down onto the ground, still continuing to choke down the man's neck with increasing force by the second. One of the spikes quickly shot through the spine--the man was severed into different areas now, with Harley separating them even more as he reached through the burning flesh and grabbed his heart, squeezing it until an oozy liquid came out, licking.
"What kind of husband are you Harley?" Jessie finally found a knife, holding it in her right hand while her other was making a fist, looking at Harley in a comical direction rather than a truly mad one. "I thought you promised me the next one would be killed by the both of us!" Jessie fiercely stabbed the already dead body like ribbons.
"Maybe next time, Jessie. Let's head over to where we're supposed to now."
"Whatever…I guess I'll be your slave again…"
* * *
Drew was already walking down the streets of Slateport City, with its usual beautiful view of the waving ocean and festivities from the many tourists around. The sector he was in was the supermarket, filled with merchants trying to sell their personal things, although many weren't getting in any business. Slateport City happened to be one of the cities Drew was popular in, so of course passing by the recent Contest Hall, many of the fangirls would jump out at him and ask the walking man for an autograph, although he was used to refusing their generous offer time after time. Without any action other than waving his green hair back, he advanced towards the ferry, although it was already filled up with people leaving the most recent arrival. The smell of foreign foods rushed through the air as the people left the ferry, from any different locations around the world.
"Hey someone, stop that robber!" yelled a young lady.
As there were thieves anywhere, the ferry's arrival location was no exception. A stereotypical hoodlum ran through the boat's platform, rushing down through the crowd while carrying a brown purse in his hand as he slickly broke them. It was a strange sight to behold as these thefts were usually spotted on a train station's sight or just the regular streets instead of an area with so much water and police officers hanging around. Since everyone in the region of the port were too frightened, Drew was the only one to stand up for the lady as he clapped his hands and generated a rose from out of nowhere. Stopping the robber in his trap, the bad man grunted. Drew held it directly in front of his heart; it suddenly extended and pierced the man's heart directly through the middle, revealing the red rose from the other side of the blade. Everyone was amazed to see the quickly fallen criminal on the ground, bleeding from behind his back as his heart was no longer as red as the rose used to pierce it. Even the police were too afraid of him to walk over.
"Thank you," said the innocent lady. "But you didn't have to…"
"Don't worry about it…you should be more careful…"
Being the gentleman everyone knew Drew as; he reached down and picked up the rather large purse, handing it over to the lady who almost lost it. She gratefully accepted it with her shaking hands, fearing the man who went through so little to kill someone who did something as horrible as robbery to her. Without allowing her to say another word, Drew approached the boat, with everyone else making a clear path to allow him to walk in first as if he saved the city. His trademark rose was in the purse of the innocent lady, poking out as she saw it and picked it up, looking at the man who saved her for the last time. But even Drew was kind enough to give her another look before leaving, inside of the ferry and waving back to her. The blade he used contracted, becoming nothing more than the trademark one he always used in the past to introduce himself, although the red dripping still fell to the carpet from the already crimson plant. Drew was always used to seeing events like this happen in the past, although crime solving was second-thought to him.
"You didn't have to do that, you know," suggested a man. He was a familiar face to him, baring straight blonde hair rushing down his back to reveal his beautiful blue eyes in a German-flavor face; some of it fell down to his back straight without a single crook, while another layer swept down his shoulder in gentle swift fashion. The man was adorned with wearing a purple suit and pink pants with a black stripe rushing down the middle in watery fashion. He having an identical rose to Drew worn on his vest with an orange scarf tucked down inside like the affluent atmosphere the man gave out, this person was famous around the world, having a rich smile on. A bow tie was worn on the middle, as he lay back, familiar with the terms of the boy he was talking with as his hair moved in the ocean's wind, his pink collar shaking back and forth. Refreshing cologne was in the air of the man with the scent of a field carrying beautiful roses sprinkling in the air. Many girls were located behind him, possibly with him or following him.
"It's been quite a long time since we've battled, hasn't it, Robert?" replied Drew.
"Drew…I see you are as usual, the same person you've always been."
"What does that mean?"
"It means you for eternity, would always speak about how you would never assist another person in the time of need, but in the end you end up doing it in a magnificent applause of the entire crowd, attracting their concentration and putting your furthermost endeavor to solve a simple inconsistency. Except I sort out the fact you have cultured some fundamental alchemy during your physical fights, a gentle artistic style to behold."
"Why are you heading to Orre? Do you have any business to be there in the first place?"
"I can simply ask the same question for you, young man, as it is but a dangerous place."
"Because a certain friend of mines is there, waiting for me to come and join with her."
"What a romantic sight for a quixotic man such as yourself. How caring you must be."
* * *
A few hours passed, causing the shadows to blanket the land, although with the exception of the beautiful shining stars radiating overhead Drew as he drank a martini on a separate table of his own--with his luggage filling up the others with the sole purpose of preventing a girl from sitting where they contained. Staring up at the sky, a couple of tears rushed down his face for no particular reason, as memories were the least of his thoughts currently. Rather, his fear was what was to become of him later, heading over to the infamous Orre simply because he wanted a stronger than average challenge at navigating the Pokémon world. Drew noticed a droning sound coming from under him as if it was about to strike in at any moment, but he didn't care about anything on his mind at the second, transfixed on finishing his drink. After finishing it, he foraged the table without looking for another one, although there was none left for him to take in.
"What is there to be other than the fact I feel so empty inside of me right now?" Drew muttered to himself, shaking the empty martini glass. "I can't believe I'm getting wasted here right by the second, and talking to myself right now, and what the hell is that annoying buzzing sound I hear coming from below me right now?"
The buzzing sound was no mistake, as there was a drill going through directly below where Drew was sitting at for the moment. The one driving the machine was a literal abiotic scarecrow driving the machine, although he was in actuality moving around as if having a will of its own. However, deep inside the body of the attacker was the regular yellow straw sticking out of nowhere, causing the ground to vibrate as the straws poked out underneath random holes on the wooden platform. Speeding it up, he busted through the ground, startling Drew a little bit as parts of his pants were ripped off and some of the metal pieces sawed through his skin, causing him to bleed. To make matters worse, some yellow straw pieces stuck into his skin, collecting motes by the second. Using quick reflexes, Drew transmutated a couple of roses to make the same sword he used earlier, slashing through the scarecrow without hesitation. Afterwards, nothing but splattered blood emitting from the straw was to be seen, leaking through the wooden ground.
"What the hell was that…?" muttered Drew, walking off in a different direction as if what just attempted to saw him through was nothing more than a little kid disturbing him, ignoring it. Rozerade was as usual, calm and collected about what Drew did.
The other people saw what he just did, and was as shocked as he was, although they refused to do anything about it as the blood leaked through the wood. The straw melted through the ground, forming a gooey slime that broke through the wood, shattering the material until it fell down to a lower level of the ship. There were people sitting in tables around the area, so they quickly got up, moving to a different location rather than complaining about something Drew just saved them from. The room below was filled with tubes and wires for water purposes, meant to stay locked, as there wasn't even a door leading inside. How the scarecrow was able to sneak in was an amazing mystery, including the fact its slime was melting the pipes down to nothing. Fumes escaped from the hidden room onto the ship's overhead, filling with unreasonable, shocking fumes.
"AHH!" yelled the worried people, running away before the fumes could do any damage to their brains, as if they already had any located inside their pointless noggins.
"You should not have done that," muttered Robert, standing next to the ship's edge with his leg kicking back, strange to what a person of his stature would stand as.
His arms were crossed around his body as he nodded at Drew, walking towards the broken down floor while everyone else was running the opposite direction. The fumes didn't seem to get to him. He held out his left-hand, which had a red stone for a ring on the ring finger as it began to glow. Drew looked at the red stone, knowing with shock what it was and had an impressed look on his face, refusing to invade the process Robert was doing to help the place get back to normal. The area where the destruction was coming from then suddenly began to heal, the broken wood moving over to the destroyed area and regenerating the ground as if it had a mind of its own. The last bit of smoke escaped from the broken hole, with the broken scarecrow having a failed attempt to reach out its arm and escape from where it was. Drew even clapped a little at the show.
Although it was sarcastic, Drew's clapping was good enough for him. "What an amazing thing you just did there. I must know how you did that…you little cheater…"
"All I did was rectify the mistake you made earlier; nothing more than that. Now let me show you why you did the mistake," advised Robert, picking up the attempted escaped hand with the flesh brewing down as he walked over to Drew with the body part. Robert carried it carefully so none of the pieces would stain his clothes, dropping it without a feeling directly in front of Drew. "See the mistake you made earlier?"
"No…but maybe you did…"
This caused the board where the hand was dropped to melt through, breaking down to the room again with another small hole, although it wasn't as large as the other one. When it made down through to the room below, there were many bottles possibly tossed in by the workers there, melting them to nothing but ashes. Drew wasn't shocked at all, already seeing this happening a few seconds earlier. He was a bit annoyed by the way Robert was trying to show him through though, but he kept the thought inside of him for now.
"What would you have done if a hideous and stereotypical scarecrow creature hopped out of the ground and attempted to assault you like that? You're all words right now."
"Nothing else than what you have…" Robert held the stone upon the area he purposely dropped the hand, regenerating it like last time. "Maybe a little extra touch to it…"
* * *
There was an emerald colored plane hovering in the sky with pink and purple spikes oozing out of the edge, corpses bleeding out from them as they littered onto the many clouds and towers below. At the plane's edge had a signed signature spelling out, 'King Scarow Rules!' along with a picture of Jessie and Harley holding out the peace sign while winking their eyes. A cute acting such as that could be seen on the interior, as Harley and Jessie had their own personal bed inside of the plane. Jessie was on top of the Harley, with her white gloves holding down on his rushing purple hair, kissing him on the lips while Harley was holding down on her breasts, feeling down on them. Jessie pulled off Harley's green Cacturne hat while Harley yanked on her bra, which had the color of a Dustox before throwing it away somewhere else. Nobody else was around as they enjoyed themselves, even biting each other on the neck for the personal love they shared while nobody else tried. Blood rushed down each other's bodies, but they loved it.
Harley suddenly stopped. "I hope nobody's watching us right now."
"Don't worry--James and Meowth are piloting the jet as we speak."
"And that's what I'm worried about. Are you sure you can trust them, honey?"
"Yeah, sure, why not? Are you done with your virus plan in the desert yet?"
"Yes…my Cacturne, Banette, and Ariados are in the desert, giving last touch."
* * *
In the deserts of Orre were the usual empty casualties, with nobody else around except for the sands rushing through the cars running through the roads. The only creatures there were Harley's Pokémon--Cacturne, Banette, and Ariados. They were sneaking through the desert, speechless, spreading a sort of blood onto the ground wherever they walked, snickering under their breath. Cacturne opened up one of her spikes and a puddle of blood rushed through onto the ground as if it was holding different packages inside of her. Banette was also into the plan, unzipping her zipper to unleash a vomit of blood onto the ground as she hovered across the desert sand, spinning and giggling insanely. Ariados shot an entire bloody web at the ground while hanging onto a cactus from above, scattering it around the entire desert. Since this was a barren desert, barely any creatures lived there even if they fit the conditions of the desert. However, the plants started absorbing the ooze, starting with the sand, although nobody was much aware of this unknown plan Harley was talking about. However, something else came around.
"AHH! Someone help me! I outta shoot you right now!"
An Umbreon from behind came about, although the other three didn't attack her considering she was probably one of them anyways. She was dragging a human in her mouth wearing a cowboy outfit, begging for her to let go, punching his way through as she dodged. Although she wasn't able to be hit by the man, she bit him on the genitals just to make him feel worst, ripping it off the last time and throwing it away into the horizon, bleeding onto the sands. Banette crawled over while hovering, her feet moving rapidly while her hands shook like the zombie she would be. Getting over to the man, she giggled and forced her lips onto him, zipping up and slicing the man's mouth as if the zipper was made out of iron, breaking his face. He yelled and yelled, and finally she spat a vomit of the same blood from earlier onto his mouth, choking him to death. They giggled, excluding Umbreon and Ariados, as the sand rushed through his body and slowly covered him. What a strange scene it was to see a slow horrifying death…
"Cacturne…!" "Banette…!"
* * *
"Those four better get the job done," threatened Harley. "Actually, I'd be happy if they made the thing longer so we could enjoy each other much more than usual."
"Are you sure about that, Harley?" whispered Jessie. "I'm getting a little tired right now and I might want to go to sleep before those ßastards come back for us again…"
"Fine then…here's a poem I wrote that represents a certain if you really want…"
"Sure honey…sure…"
~ * ~
Life is a rose as with its dancing red beauty
With a smile of wonder on those that grasp one
And hopes and dreams for those that worship it
Of wedding and sex with true happiness
And springtime with joy blooming
Growing into your precious wish
But every rose has its thorn for everlasting tradition
And the world has more than just a single
Too many to count from one view
Red thorn of global warming and escaping crimson
With a smile of wonder on those that grasp one
And hopes and dreams for those that worship it
Of wedding and sex with true happiness
And springtime with joy blooming
Growing into your precious wish
But every rose has its thorn for everlasting tradition
And the world has more than just a single
Too many to count from one view
Red thorn of global warming and escaping crimson
Blue thorn of teardrops and silver stained…
Green thorn of lost nature to staining life
White thorn of emptiness…insanity of no return
Black thorn of eternal darkness…absorbing all…giving nothing
A garden of hell's roses is blossoming in full bloom
No...A field of evil lasting a mountain… the world
one by one...falling and growing into melting toxic
Humans and their whims take it...returning it in ruins
One by one destroyed
A single evil left…but no good present at all
Stepped and destroyed like a running bug
Green thorn of lost nature to staining life
White thorn of emptiness…insanity of no return
Black thorn of eternal darkness…absorbing all…giving nothing
A garden of hell's roses is blossoming in full bloom
No...A field of evil lasting a mountain… the world
one by one...falling and growing into melting toxic
Humans and their whims take it...returning it in ruins
One by one destroyed
A single evil left…but no good present at all
Stepped and destroyed like a running bug
A petal destroyed and stepped of with fear
Life ends like a sudden fire's raging
Life ends like a sudden fire's raging
With a sorrow and a drop of a rose…
~ * ~
"Ooh…how'd you guess that one out of nowhere?"
"Because you're always talking about how smexy he is and it's getting annoying."
"Want to have something when three suddenly isn't a crowd anymore?"
"Yeah, sure, why not…"
* * *
"What a pain it must be to go all this way to such a barren land," started Robert, moving back his hair elegantly. "Are you sure it would be a worthwhile trip in the end?"
"My life today is nothing but a painful yesterday," replied Drew. "If I want to make things right and stop the madness, I'll have to do something about it today."
"Are you sure she will be there to wait for you once you arrive?"
"Of course she will…if she's not, I'll look for her, even if it means I'll have to scour the entire desert for her…it will all be worth it, whether I like the end result or not."
"Well you are lucky, for the ship will be arriving at Gateon Port soon for the both of us to get off, then you can go do whatever your heart desires…and I know who it is…"
* * *
It wasn't exactly soon as Robert spoke earlier, but after an hour the ferry made its way into Gateon Port. It started with a lighthouse guiding through some of the fog as the ship dodged some of the islands on the way. Upon officially entering the city, there was a revolving bridge moving above them to allow the ferry to come in, welcoming them to the city. It made its way down to the harbor, in which many Wingull were flying in the air in unison, hanging by the ships and restaurants where the sight of sailors and navigators was much common. A bar was seen around, with a window revealing a certain couple for dancing stars doing great performances on the stage. Drew didn't care for any of it, so he got off the ship as quickly as he could, briskly walking down the staircase with his hands in his pocket. The aroma in the air was festive like Slateport City with its many different citizens. Of course, the smell of battle was already present in sea-themed Pokémon, as this was Orre, the region where battles were used to solve everything.
Drew muttered to himself, "I want to find her before something bad happens…"
On the corners of Gateon Port had a girl wearing a red bandana on top of her brown hair, having the red outfit everyone would know she would wear with shorts on. The strange part was the fact she was on the ground, crying as she looked down onto the cement with her body scraped and even bleeding apart. Drew saw her and automatically ran over to her, knowing she was in pain and wanted to help the best way he could. Drew knew even though her clothes were practically ripped apart, revealing slow wounds escaping.
"May…what the hell happened to you? You're dirtier than usual!"
"I think I'm infected with a virus spread by an Umbreon and Ariados from earlier…I'm going to die soon…I lost most of my blood from him…he's hated me since the start…"