Elite Overlord LeSabre™
On that 'Non stop road'
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Yeah, this probably isn't considered a proper fan fiction, as it's meant more as a reference to one of the more ridiculous aspects of Pokemon than anything else. Plus it's way short and doesn't have much in the way of plot, character development, or any of that stuff. Adding that stuff's unnecessary to show the point that I'm trying to make with this anyway.
WARNING: Not for the squeamish.
Anyway, here goes:
The big white moving truck pulled up to a modest two story house in Littleroot Town. A middle-aged woman and a beefy man wearing the moving company's uniform stepped out of the truck. As they walked toward the back, the woman called out, "Honey, we're here in Littleroot! Sorry for making you ride in the back with our stuff, but better you than me, right? Haha!" As they got to the rear, the man released the lock on the rear door and opened it.
The pair was presented with a horrifying scene. A bookshelf had toppled over, now resting on some object. What object it was was unclear, except for a tuft of white hair sticking out of a hat. The floor around the bookshelf was covered in a scarlet pool of liquid, and blood was spattered on the walls and most of the boxes and furniture in the truck. Upon seeing the bloody mess in the back of the truck, the mover and woman turned to each other and exchanged nervous glances.
"Ohhhhh..... crap...
WARNING: Not for the squeamish.
Anyway, here goes:
The big white moving truck pulled up to a modest two story house in Littleroot Town. A middle-aged woman and a beefy man wearing the moving company's uniform stepped out of the truck. As they walked toward the back, the woman called out, "Honey, we're here in Littleroot! Sorry for making you ride in the back with our stuff, but better you than me, right? Haha!" As they got to the rear, the man released the lock on the rear door and opened it.
The pair was presented with a horrifying scene. A bookshelf had toppled over, now resting on some object. What object it was was unclear, except for a tuft of white hair sticking out of a hat. The floor around the bookshelf was covered in a scarlet pool of liquid, and blood was spattered on the walls and most of the boxes and furniture in the truck. Upon seeing the bloody mess in the back of the truck, the mover and woman turned to each other and exchanged nervous glances.
"Ohhhhh..... crap...
