RaZoR LeAf
Night Terror
"Sir sir we have a problem!" Grunt #5 yelled as he came running up the corridor, skidding to a halt at the feet of an admin.
"You idiot!" the Admin yelled. Do you know what you've done?!"
#5 stared at the admin, confused by the question. He stammered as he tried to answer, but the admin waved a hand signalling him not to bother.
"You interrupted the start of the chapter! You can't start the first chapter with speech, there has to be some scene setting first. Get back to your post and wait there until the scene has been set!"
"Ye-yes sir..." the stuttered and ran back up the corridor. Clearing the corner, he poked his head around the corner and waited.
Computer equipment stacked on the walls bleeped, blooped and made various strange noises, demonstrating that they had no use, but looked nice and made pretty sounds. Several scientists hurried around, scuffing the polished floor with their shoes they had been asked numerous times not to wear, but scientists are so damn ignorant once they get an idea in their heads they never let it go. A tall, able bodied admin stood in the centre of the large round room, keeping a close eye on the grunt who'd just made a beeline back up the corridor after messing up the flow of things. The admin grumbled and checked on the only other grunt in the room, Grunt #2, who was wiping a mop over the floor, soaking up where the washing machines had overspilled.
Why were there washing machines near the computers you ask? Well this IS a secret base and it's really expensive to keep buying in new clothes all the time. Those washing machines have to go somewhere. The admin stamped a foot and the grunt charged around the corner and ran towards him again. This time he skidded, slipped on soapy water and flipped head over heels, crashing to the floor. He quickly cleaned himself up and stood beneath the Admin.
"Sir sir! It's damaged!" he whimpered.
"What is? What's broken you dolt?" the admin yelled, sending bits of spit all over the grunt's face.
"The Device! Sir it's spilling it's contents everywhere!"
The admin growled, walked over to the other grunt and grabbed the mop out of his hand. He walked back and swung the mop into the fist grunt's head, flooring him with a loud 'CSHLOOP'.
"I WILL NOT BE TREATED IN THIS MANNER!" the mop yelled, leaping out of the Admin's hands and walking out of the room leaving small patches of soapy water where it moved.
"What's going on?!" the admin yelled again
"The Plot Device sir! It's damaged!"
At that moment, a door opened and an old lady poked stood there. She wore a fluffy pink dressing gown and matching slippers with little bunny ears and stick on eyes. In her hands she carried a tray filled with glasses of milk and a plate of cookies.
"Do you boys want some cookies? They're freshly made" she asked.
"Dammit mom, we're doing important business here! Evil business!" The admin shouted. He thought a little "Really evil, despicable business!"
"Ok, but don't you boys stay down here too long." she said, closing the door behind her as she left.
The grunt, having recovered from the mop beating, led the admin to a small room where a small table was host to a small metal box with "PLOT DEVICE" scrawled on top with a black marker pen. On one side, there was a small dent.
"Holy crap!" the admin yelled "Get a hazmat team in here now! I want this cordoned off, I want to know when this happened, who's fault it was, and what we can do to fix it!"
"Sir! According to the guard nobody has been in or out of this room in three days." Grunt #1 yelled. The admin pushed past him and walked up to the guard who was sat on a stool staring at the box as scientists unrolled bright yellow tape around the small table.
"You! Tell me exactly what you saw! Wont answer aye? How about if I told you that i'll dock your wages and cancel your dental agreement? Still not going to talk huh? Then how about I CUT OFF ONE OF YOUR EARS!!"
The Admin grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the guard's left ear off in one swift swoop. The guard didn't react.
"That'd it, you're fired! Grunt #1, get this man out of here!"
"Yes sir." the grunt cried, putting the plush rabbit under his arm before throwing both it and the torn ear into a bin in the corner. He picked up speed and jogged back to walk behind the admin who was talking to a scientist.
"Well, what can we do to fix it?"
"It's going to be hard sir, but I think if we were to capture a legendary pokemon, we could use it to restore power and fix the Plot Device."
"An excellent suggestion. Where can we find such a pokemon?"
"Well there's a Rayquazza eating peanuts out of the bird feeder in the garden."
"Good work. Grunts #2, 4 and 5, let's move it out!"
The Admin led the grunts up the stairs and out into a small rustic kitchen, where the smell of freshly cookies filled the air, along with the strange mixed scent of old people and cat wee. Ignoring it and the cookies the small team rushed out into the garden, where as predicted, Rayquaza was angrily trying to nibble at the nuts in a bird feeder hanging from a small tree. The massive green dragon was stretched out and wrapped around a tall oak tree, but it was concentrating solely on trying to open the feeder and get to the soft peanuts inside.
"You there, Grunt #2, do you have the Master Ball?" The Admin cried. Rayquaza ignored him.
"Yes sir, it's right here sir!" the grunt said carrying a cardboard box with a crudely painted Pokeball on one side and the word 'MAZTURBALL' on the others.
"Good, lets get Rayquaza into it and back into the base." he said. The three grunts nodded and began unwrapping Rayquaza from the tree and folding him up into the box. The cardboard bulged but didn't break despite long long and heavy the dragon was. When they got to Rayquaza's head, they distracted it, by opening the bird feeder and letting it eat the nuts. When it finished, it fell asleep and the grunts poked it fully inside the box and closed the lid on it.
"Good work boys, lets get him downstairs and plug him into the computers."
"Yes.. sir.." the grunts moaned as they carried the heavy bulging box back down into the cellar. As the admin followed them the old woman stopped him from going into the cellar.
"Sebastian what have I told you? When you come in from outside wipe your feet!"
"Mom! This isn't the time we're doing very important business! Evil business!"
The old woman slapped him across the face and he shut up, whimpering occasionally and holding his face in shame.
"Don't you talk to your mother in that way. While you live under my roof you obey my rules. Now I said you and your friends could use the basement as a secret den for your team but that doesn't mean you can run about and not do your chores. When you've finished playing in the basement get back up here and clean the floor."
"Yes mother. Sorry mother."
The Admin walked back into the basement and looked down on his small team. Two grunts and a scientist were putting the Rayquaza box into the machine, which churned to life and started lighting up the fibre optic cable wrapped around the Plot Device and the multicoloured fairy lights that hung above it. The Admin saluted his men and then returned to the kitchen where he found a new mop and started to clean the floor, occasionally eating a cookie as he passed the time.
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Far, far away, somewhere over the rainbow, in a cottage in the woods, four and twenty blackbirds sat on a wall making a very loud racket and pooing on the roses. Inside the house, which was definitely a house and not a cottage a little old man sat with two Pokeballs on the table in front of him. These were real Pokeballs, not some cardboard box style ones. Inside waited two rare pokemon. They were gifts for his two grandchildren who were about to wake up on this, the morning of their fifteenth birthday. They were twins, and very much alike in every way. In fact they were so alike, it was hard to tell them apart sometimes, even though they are different genders. He heard the noise of alarm clocks ringing and the noise of feet running down the stairs. Then he heard the noise of two teenagers falling down the stairs as they tried desperately to catch up with their feet who escaped and ran off without them. Sat on the floor, reattaching their feet the two teens smiled happily when they spotted the Pokeballs.
"Now kids, I promised you could go on your pokemon journeys, and here is a rare pokemon each for you."
"Alright grandpa, you rule!" said the boy grabbing the nearest one, while the girl kissed him in the cheek and took the other.
The boy pushed the button down on the Pokeball and out of the red light materialised a tall purple furred pokemon with a strange skeletal structure and a huge purple tail. It also had very very stylish lilac hair, which it gently flicked away from it's eyes and it stared the boy up and down.
"Well hello sailor. Rawr." it purred in a deep masculine voice before slightly licking it's lips and winking.
The girl released her own pokemon, and out of the light appeared a small pink furred pokemon with a long tail that looped around it, as it floated in the air.
"Mew.." it purred "mew, mew, mew, shit-fuck-wank stain-knickers-cheese-arse mew."
The girl stared at it, as did the boy and the overtly homosexual Mewtwo. The old man just rocked back and forth in his chair laughing occasionally. Finally he stopped rocking and turned to face them. The Mew was starting to foam at the mouth, so the girl returned it. The boy did the same to the Mewtwo, who flicked his hair like he was on a L'oreal advert the moment before he was sucked into the ball.
"Well you kids had better get going, or you'll be late. You know where the first gym is don't you?"
"Yes grandpa, it's in Generic City, where all pokemon trainers find themselves at the star of their journeys."
"Well good luck." he said and went back to rocking on his chair.
"Grandpa?"
"Well good luck." he said again, still rocking on his chair. The twins looked at each other and left the house, setting out on their journey to Generic City. The path was short, but it took at least 4 hours for the twins to get to the edge of the city. There was a lake nearby and a small forest, so the two decided to go hunting for some more pokemon before taking on the Gym Leader. After all they didn't know who it was or what pokemon they used.
"Gary I'm going to stay here and rest for now ok?" the girl said.
"Ok Mary. I'm going to go into the forest and find some new pokemon. Oh wow, a Caterpie, that was fast."
Gary threw a Pokeball at the Caterpie, and it was easily caught with no effort at all. He called the small green worm out and patted it on the head. The Caterpie gurgled, and nodded towards the lake. It hopped off towards the shore and Gary followed intrigued.
"What's up Caterpie? You want me to ride on your back?"
Caterpie nodded, and Gary climbed on, careful not to squish the tiny bug with his big Nike trainers. Once secured, the Caterpie started to surf at high speed around the lake. Splashing water everywhere, the duo were surfing up and down the edge of the lake while Mary sat and watched. She sighed and decided to look in her bag incase something had found it's way in. Surely enough there was a blue pokeball waiting for her in one of the pockets. Releasing the pokemon inside, another Mew appeared, this one however was a pale blue colour.
"Mew mew" it squeaked "mew.. I say do I have to speak like this all the time? It's most undignified."
The Mew sighed, and pulled a monocle out of... somewhere. The blue Mew cleared it's through and sat down next to Mary.
"Good day to you my dear, I must say this is something of a shock, I was expecting to find myself in the possession of a young aristocrat not some clichéd caricature of a pokemon trainer such as yourself."
"My name is Mary Sue." she said ignoring the Mew's close cut English accent and monocle resting in one eye. "My brother's name is Gary Stu"
"Evidently. Yes I was able to discern as much based on the current situation I find myself in. You of course are now in possession on not one, but two legendary pokemon one of which, myself, is of the rarest shiny variety. Your brother on the other hand is also in possession of a legendary, and a Caterpie that defies the laws of the universe. I also believe he has just encountered another rarity."
Mary Sue followed to direction the blue Mew was looking in and saw her brother staring up at a tall semitransparent totem-pole like pokemon, with strange markings all over it, and a cloud of mist moving around it's body.
"Coooooooooooooool." Gary said with awe "Caterpie, String Shot!"
The tiny bug pokemon nodded and let loose a tiny strand of white webbing that splooged on the middle of the strange creature but did nothing else. For a moment neither did anything, then the totem pole collapsed in a smart little pile. Gary smiled and threw a Pokeball at it. The pokemon was caught so easily that the ball never even touched it, it just shot inside with no effort at all.
Gary retrieved the Pokeball, but in doing so found that his bag was much heavier than before. Investigating the sudden weight gain, he and Caterpie both peered in to find it filled to the brim with Pokeballs. Judging from the weight there was at least 256 in there.
"Gary what was that?" Mary asked.
"I don't know, but look it duplicated one of the items in my bag." he replied, showing her. She stared in wonderment, while the blue Mew merely looked on with less amazement.
"That," it said "Was the Missingno. Judging from the looks on your faces I'll assume you haven't heard of it. Never the less, you have there a rare creature that is not entirely pokemon. In fact, it shouldn't even exist in this universe as it is of computer origin, and not real. Still, you have a useful resource there, don't waste it."
"Thanks talking Mew!" Gary said, patting the pokemon on the head to which it moved away and readjusted it's monocle. "Come on Mary, lets move on to Generic City! I want to fight the Gym Leader! I do hope I win first time with little to no effort!"
The two linked arms and started skipping down the road leaving a bemused Caterpie and the Mew watching them leave. The Caterpie looked up at the Mew who just shrugged.
"You're turning to me for answers? My dear boy we are stuck in a rut I must say. Heaven knows how they'll react when we tell them they have been destined to save the world from a terrible evil every since their parents died on that dark and stormy night and the old man posing as their grandfather found them abandoned in the dark forest."
The Caterpie continued to stare at the Mew.
"How do I know this? Well it just makes sense doesn't it? The fate of the universe always rests with the mentally unstable. Come on, we should catch up before someone starts talking to them."
Caterpie hopped onto Mew's shoulder and started to fly after them.
Does the fate of the universe rest with Gary Stu and his sister Mary Sue? Only time will tell, but it's pretty damn obvious by now that it does. And what about the evil team, Team Team? And what of the mysterious Plot Device in their possession? Will it all end in tears? Probably. But rest assured we'll be here to watch it all fall apart. Grammatical Errors and all.
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R&RPLZTHNX
"You idiot!" the Admin yelled. Do you know what you've done?!"
#5 stared at the admin, confused by the question. He stammered as he tried to answer, but the admin waved a hand signalling him not to bother.
"You interrupted the start of the chapter! You can't start the first chapter with speech, there has to be some scene setting first. Get back to your post and wait there until the scene has been set!"
"Ye-yes sir..." the stuttered and ran back up the corridor. Clearing the corner, he poked his head around the corner and waited.
Computer equipment stacked on the walls bleeped, blooped and made various strange noises, demonstrating that they had no use, but looked nice and made pretty sounds. Several scientists hurried around, scuffing the polished floor with their shoes they had been asked numerous times not to wear, but scientists are so damn ignorant once they get an idea in their heads they never let it go. A tall, able bodied admin stood in the centre of the large round room, keeping a close eye on the grunt who'd just made a beeline back up the corridor after messing up the flow of things. The admin grumbled and checked on the only other grunt in the room, Grunt #2, who was wiping a mop over the floor, soaking up where the washing machines had overspilled.
Why were there washing machines near the computers you ask? Well this IS a secret base and it's really expensive to keep buying in new clothes all the time. Those washing machines have to go somewhere. The admin stamped a foot and the grunt charged around the corner and ran towards him again. This time he skidded, slipped on soapy water and flipped head over heels, crashing to the floor. He quickly cleaned himself up and stood beneath the Admin.
"Sir sir! It's damaged!" he whimpered.
"What is? What's broken you dolt?" the admin yelled, sending bits of spit all over the grunt's face.
"The Device! Sir it's spilling it's contents everywhere!"
The admin growled, walked over to the other grunt and grabbed the mop out of his hand. He walked back and swung the mop into the fist grunt's head, flooring him with a loud 'CSHLOOP'.
"I WILL NOT BE TREATED IN THIS MANNER!" the mop yelled, leaping out of the Admin's hands and walking out of the room leaving small patches of soapy water where it moved.
"What's going on?!" the admin yelled again
"The Plot Device sir! It's damaged!"
At that moment, a door opened and an old lady poked stood there. She wore a fluffy pink dressing gown and matching slippers with little bunny ears and stick on eyes. In her hands she carried a tray filled with glasses of milk and a plate of cookies.
"Do you boys want some cookies? They're freshly made" she asked.
"Dammit mom, we're doing important business here! Evil business!" The admin shouted. He thought a little "Really evil, despicable business!"
"Ok, but don't you boys stay down here too long." she said, closing the door behind her as she left.
The grunt, having recovered from the mop beating, led the admin to a small room where a small table was host to a small metal box with "PLOT DEVICE" scrawled on top with a black marker pen. On one side, there was a small dent.
"Holy crap!" the admin yelled "Get a hazmat team in here now! I want this cordoned off, I want to know when this happened, who's fault it was, and what we can do to fix it!"
"Sir! According to the guard nobody has been in or out of this room in three days." Grunt #1 yelled. The admin pushed past him and walked up to the guard who was sat on a stool staring at the box as scientists unrolled bright yellow tape around the small table.
"You! Tell me exactly what you saw! Wont answer aye? How about if I told you that i'll dock your wages and cancel your dental agreement? Still not going to talk huh? Then how about I CUT OFF ONE OF YOUR EARS!!"
The Admin grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the guard's left ear off in one swift swoop. The guard didn't react.
"That'd it, you're fired! Grunt #1, get this man out of here!"
"Yes sir." the grunt cried, putting the plush rabbit under his arm before throwing both it and the torn ear into a bin in the corner. He picked up speed and jogged back to walk behind the admin who was talking to a scientist.
"Well, what can we do to fix it?"
"It's going to be hard sir, but I think if we were to capture a legendary pokemon, we could use it to restore power and fix the Plot Device."
"An excellent suggestion. Where can we find such a pokemon?"
"Well there's a Rayquazza eating peanuts out of the bird feeder in the garden."
"Good work. Grunts #2, 4 and 5, let's move it out!"
The Admin led the grunts up the stairs and out into a small rustic kitchen, where the smell of freshly cookies filled the air, along with the strange mixed scent of old people and cat wee. Ignoring it and the cookies the small team rushed out into the garden, where as predicted, Rayquaza was angrily trying to nibble at the nuts in a bird feeder hanging from a small tree. The massive green dragon was stretched out and wrapped around a tall oak tree, but it was concentrating solely on trying to open the feeder and get to the soft peanuts inside.
"You there, Grunt #2, do you have the Master Ball?" The Admin cried. Rayquaza ignored him.
"Yes sir, it's right here sir!" the grunt said carrying a cardboard box with a crudely painted Pokeball on one side and the word 'MAZTURBALL' on the others.
"Good, lets get Rayquaza into it and back into the base." he said. The three grunts nodded and began unwrapping Rayquaza from the tree and folding him up into the box. The cardboard bulged but didn't break despite long long and heavy the dragon was. When they got to Rayquaza's head, they distracted it, by opening the bird feeder and letting it eat the nuts. When it finished, it fell asleep and the grunts poked it fully inside the box and closed the lid on it.
"Good work boys, lets get him downstairs and plug him into the computers."
"Yes.. sir.." the grunts moaned as they carried the heavy bulging box back down into the cellar. As the admin followed them the old woman stopped him from going into the cellar.
"Sebastian what have I told you? When you come in from outside wipe your feet!"
"Mom! This isn't the time we're doing very important business! Evil business!"
The old woman slapped him across the face and he shut up, whimpering occasionally and holding his face in shame.
"Don't you talk to your mother in that way. While you live under my roof you obey my rules. Now I said you and your friends could use the basement as a secret den for your team but that doesn't mean you can run about and not do your chores. When you've finished playing in the basement get back up here and clean the floor."
"Yes mother. Sorry mother."
The Admin walked back into the basement and looked down on his small team. Two grunts and a scientist were putting the Rayquaza box into the machine, which churned to life and started lighting up the fibre optic cable wrapped around the Plot Device and the multicoloured fairy lights that hung above it. The Admin saluted his men and then returned to the kitchen where he found a new mop and started to clean the floor, occasionally eating a cookie as he passed the time.
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Far, far away, somewhere over the rainbow, in a cottage in the woods, four and twenty blackbirds sat on a wall making a very loud racket and pooing on the roses. Inside the house, which was definitely a house and not a cottage a little old man sat with two Pokeballs on the table in front of him. These were real Pokeballs, not some cardboard box style ones. Inside waited two rare pokemon. They were gifts for his two grandchildren who were about to wake up on this, the morning of their fifteenth birthday. They were twins, and very much alike in every way. In fact they were so alike, it was hard to tell them apart sometimes, even though they are different genders. He heard the noise of alarm clocks ringing and the noise of feet running down the stairs. Then he heard the noise of two teenagers falling down the stairs as they tried desperately to catch up with their feet who escaped and ran off without them. Sat on the floor, reattaching their feet the two teens smiled happily when they spotted the Pokeballs.
"Now kids, I promised you could go on your pokemon journeys, and here is a rare pokemon each for you."
"Alright grandpa, you rule!" said the boy grabbing the nearest one, while the girl kissed him in the cheek and took the other.
The boy pushed the button down on the Pokeball and out of the red light materialised a tall purple furred pokemon with a strange skeletal structure and a huge purple tail. It also had very very stylish lilac hair, which it gently flicked away from it's eyes and it stared the boy up and down.
"Well hello sailor. Rawr." it purred in a deep masculine voice before slightly licking it's lips and winking.
The girl released her own pokemon, and out of the light appeared a small pink furred pokemon with a long tail that looped around it, as it floated in the air.
"Mew.." it purred "mew, mew, mew, shit-fuck-wank stain-knickers-cheese-arse mew."
The girl stared at it, as did the boy and the overtly homosexual Mewtwo. The old man just rocked back and forth in his chair laughing occasionally. Finally he stopped rocking and turned to face them. The Mew was starting to foam at the mouth, so the girl returned it. The boy did the same to the Mewtwo, who flicked his hair like he was on a L'oreal advert the moment before he was sucked into the ball.
"Well you kids had better get going, or you'll be late. You know where the first gym is don't you?"
"Yes grandpa, it's in Generic City, where all pokemon trainers find themselves at the star of their journeys."
"Well good luck." he said and went back to rocking on his chair.
"Grandpa?"
"Well good luck." he said again, still rocking on his chair. The twins looked at each other and left the house, setting out on their journey to Generic City. The path was short, but it took at least 4 hours for the twins to get to the edge of the city. There was a lake nearby and a small forest, so the two decided to go hunting for some more pokemon before taking on the Gym Leader. After all they didn't know who it was or what pokemon they used.
"Gary I'm going to stay here and rest for now ok?" the girl said.
"Ok Mary. I'm going to go into the forest and find some new pokemon. Oh wow, a Caterpie, that was fast."
Gary threw a Pokeball at the Caterpie, and it was easily caught with no effort at all. He called the small green worm out and patted it on the head. The Caterpie gurgled, and nodded towards the lake. It hopped off towards the shore and Gary followed intrigued.
"What's up Caterpie? You want me to ride on your back?"
Caterpie nodded, and Gary climbed on, careful not to squish the tiny bug with his big Nike trainers. Once secured, the Caterpie started to surf at high speed around the lake. Splashing water everywhere, the duo were surfing up and down the edge of the lake while Mary sat and watched. She sighed and decided to look in her bag incase something had found it's way in. Surely enough there was a blue pokeball waiting for her in one of the pockets. Releasing the pokemon inside, another Mew appeared, this one however was a pale blue colour.
"Mew mew" it squeaked "mew.. I say do I have to speak like this all the time? It's most undignified."
The Mew sighed, and pulled a monocle out of... somewhere. The blue Mew cleared it's through and sat down next to Mary.
"Good day to you my dear, I must say this is something of a shock, I was expecting to find myself in the possession of a young aristocrat not some clichéd caricature of a pokemon trainer such as yourself."
"My name is Mary Sue." she said ignoring the Mew's close cut English accent and monocle resting in one eye. "My brother's name is Gary Stu"
"Evidently. Yes I was able to discern as much based on the current situation I find myself in. You of course are now in possession on not one, but two legendary pokemon one of which, myself, is of the rarest shiny variety. Your brother on the other hand is also in possession of a legendary, and a Caterpie that defies the laws of the universe. I also believe he has just encountered another rarity."
Mary Sue followed to direction the blue Mew was looking in and saw her brother staring up at a tall semitransparent totem-pole like pokemon, with strange markings all over it, and a cloud of mist moving around it's body.
"Coooooooooooooool." Gary said with awe "Caterpie, String Shot!"
The tiny bug pokemon nodded and let loose a tiny strand of white webbing that splooged on the middle of the strange creature but did nothing else. For a moment neither did anything, then the totem pole collapsed in a smart little pile. Gary smiled and threw a Pokeball at it. The pokemon was caught so easily that the ball never even touched it, it just shot inside with no effort at all.
Gary retrieved the Pokeball, but in doing so found that his bag was much heavier than before. Investigating the sudden weight gain, he and Caterpie both peered in to find it filled to the brim with Pokeballs. Judging from the weight there was at least 256 in there.
"Gary what was that?" Mary asked.
"I don't know, but look it duplicated one of the items in my bag." he replied, showing her. She stared in wonderment, while the blue Mew merely looked on with less amazement.
"That," it said "Was the Missingno. Judging from the looks on your faces I'll assume you haven't heard of it. Never the less, you have there a rare creature that is not entirely pokemon. In fact, it shouldn't even exist in this universe as it is of computer origin, and not real. Still, you have a useful resource there, don't waste it."
"Thanks talking Mew!" Gary said, patting the pokemon on the head to which it moved away and readjusted it's monocle. "Come on Mary, lets move on to Generic City! I want to fight the Gym Leader! I do hope I win first time with little to no effort!"
The two linked arms and started skipping down the road leaving a bemused Caterpie and the Mew watching them leave. The Caterpie looked up at the Mew who just shrugged.
"You're turning to me for answers? My dear boy we are stuck in a rut I must say. Heaven knows how they'll react when we tell them they have been destined to save the world from a terrible evil every since their parents died on that dark and stormy night and the old man posing as their grandfather found them abandoned in the dark forest."
The Caterpie continued to stare at the Mew.
"How do I know this? Well it just makes sense doesn't it? The fate of the universe always rests with the mentally unstable. Come on, we should catch up before someone starts talking to them."
Caterpie hopped onto Mew's shoulder and started to fly after them.
Does the fate of the universe rest with Gary Stu and his sister Mary Sue? Only time will tell, but it's pretty damn obvious by now that it does. And what about the evil team, Team Team? And what of the mysterious Plot Device in their possession? Will it all end in tears? Probably. But rest assured we'll be here to watch it all fall apart. Grammatical Errors and all.
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R&RPLZTHNX
