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Forgotten Pokemon ep. 1: Trubbish
2 am in Castelia City. A lone garbage truck rumbles down the road. The wee hours of the morning keep the people in the flats above from having to deal with this lot. A man clambers down from the cab. He is grizzled, well past his prime, his overalls threadbare and covered in patches and grime stains. He tosses a dingy Pokeball onto the asphalt, releasing his trusted companion-- a chipper, dewy-eyed Trubbish. She skips up and down the alleyway, filling her trashbag with the things her mentor doesn't like.
“He's afraid of the pointy ones,” she thinks. “This one is sharp and rusty. This one I've seen at the Pokemon center-- Nurse Leyla poked me with it. This one is burned. This one smells bad. Papa can't reach down into the sewer-grate... Hey, I found a rolly-board!”
The man smiles, watching his helper, his best friend, hop merrily down the alleyway, not a care in the world. She hadn't seen the world he had, or maybe she just didn't understand...
The sun peeks over the horizon as the two finish their rounds.
“Trub-trub!” she chirps, holding a skate-board triumphantly above her head. The man smiles, hoisting her up into the cab, then clambering in after her, wiping his brow. The engine turns over, and the man rumbles home, hoping not to bother the city-folk.
2 am in Castelia City. A lone garbage truck rumbles down the road. The wee hours of the morning keep the people in the flats above from having to deal with this lot. A man clambers down from the cab. He is grizzled, well past his prime, his overalls threadbare and covered in patches and grime stains. He tosses a dingy Pokeball onto the asphalt, releasing his trusted companion-- a chipper, dewy-eyed Trubbish. She skips up and down the alleyway, filling her trashbag with the things her mentor doesn't like.
“He's afraid of the pointy ones,” she thinks. “This one is sharp and rusty. This one I've seen at the Pokemon center-- Nurse Leyla poked me with it. This one is burned. This one smells bad. Papa can't reach down into the sewer-grate... Hey, I found a rolly-board!”
The man smiles, watching his helper, his best friend, hop merrily down the alleyway, not a care in the world. She hadn't seen the world he had, or maybe she just didn't understand...
The sun peeks over the horizon as the two finish their rounds.
“Trub-trub!” she chirps, holding a skate-board triumphantly above her head. The man smiles, hoisting her up into the cab, then clambering in after her, wiping his brow. The engine turns over, and the man rumbles home, hoping not to bother the city-folk.
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I figured I should do more one-shots to fill in between the episodes of DART and suchlike. As say, here's a one-shot about Trubbish.
Just a disclaimer, this has some drug references in it, so reader discretion is advised. They're pretty mild, so I figured I wouldn't need the content block, but, again, just a disclaimer.
Just a disclaimer, this has some drug references in it, so reader discretion is advised. They're pretty mild, so I figured I wouldn't need the content block, but, again, just a disclaimer.
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