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I kinda wrote this as a response to a Creepypasta fanfiction... Wanted to make more pictures to go with it, but I've been sitting on this so long...
Pokemon belong to Gamefreak / Nintendo
Absols
So, you want to know about absols? I'll tell you about absols...
“Ouaaa!”
Yes, I'm talking about you, so you can wipe that smug expression off your muzzle...
“Nurrrr!”
**Sigh**
I'll never forget the first time I saw her. I couldn't have been more than ten years old. The world was full of fresh wonders then. Every day seemed to bring about something new. I was walking in the park with my mom, eating my favorite ice cream cone when I saw her.
I remember her vividly, sitting in the shade between two bushes. She was small, like me, she could not have been very old, a mere pup. But there she waited, in the shadows, staring intently straight at me!
Her fur was the purest white, like the drifted snows on the mountain tops her kind called home. Her face a black velvet mask, set with the two glittering rubies of her eyes... (I was well read for a ten year old, my teachers loved me)
“Purrr!”
Those eyes, they demanded attention. An intense intelligence and purpose burned there. But as much those eyes fixated me, one thing really piqued my curiosity.
“Ouaa?”
Why would someone hit such a cute pokemon in the head with a boomerang, and why didn’t anyone pull it out?
“Errrra!”
Hey, I was ten years old, what do you expect, Shakespeare?
Anyways, I felt so enthralled by the new pokemon, I did not notice the Wingull flying over my head. Nor did I notice the fact that it flew away somewhat lighter after passing over me. Instead I turned my attention back to my ice cream.
“Nyewwww”
It is a little known fact, that he by-product of avian pokemons has an impressive mixture of up to ten different bacteriums. These aid the pokemon’s digestion, and afterwards help enrich the soil. These do not belong in the stomach of, say, a ten year old boy, especially after being boosted by sugar rich dairy products...
I must admit, the hospital stay was impressive, I got a lot of attention the next few days. The first night was downright spectacular. My entire digestive system vigorously emptied itself of everything from one end or the other.
The biggest danger I faced was dehydration. I shed fluids like you couldn’t imagine. They would have given me an IV, but they were out of hypodermic needles. Apparently some nitwit repeatedly challenged the elite four with a Pikachu, and well you can guess where that went. Worse, a small tree had sprouted overnight in route 30 and no traffic could get around it until someone found the local copy of Cut. Unfortunately, the HM had been misplaced sometime after the last poke-fashion show.
I couldn’t drink anything and hold it for more than a second. So if fluid wouldn’t go in one end, it would have to go in the other. They said once I passed out things got easier…
To this day I cannot look at a scoop of Rocky Road Ice cream…
Pokemon belong to Gamefreak / Nintendo
Absols
So, you want to know about absols? I'll tell you about absols...
“Ouaaa!”
Yes, I'm talking about you, so you can wipe that smug expression off your muzzle...
“Nurrrr!”
**Sigh**
I'll never forget the first time I saw her. I couldn't have been more than ten years old. The world was full of fresh wonders then. Every day seemed to bring about something new. I was walking in the park with my mom, eating my favorite ice cream cone when I saw her.
I remember her vividly, sitting in the shade between two bushes. She was small, like me, she could not have been very old, a mere pup. But there she waited, in the shadows, staring intently straight at me!
Her fur was the purest white, like the drifted snows on the mountain tops her kind called home. Her face a black velvet mask, set with the two glittering rubies of her eyes... (I was well read for a ten year old, my teachers loved me)
“Purrr!”
Those eyes, they demanded attention. An intense intelligence and purpose burned there. But as much those eyes fixated me, one thing really piqued my curiosity.
“Ouaa?”
Why would someone hit such a cute pokemon in the head with a boomerang, and why didn’t anyone pull it out?
“Errrra!”
Hey, I was ten years old, what do you expect, Shakespeare?
Anyways, I felt so enthralled by the new pokemon, I did not notice the Wingull flying over my head. Nor did I notice the fact that it flew away somewhat lighter after passing over me. Instead I turned my attention back to my ice cream.
“Nyewwww”
It is a little known fact, that he by-product of avian pokemons has an impressive mixture of up to ten different bacteriums. These aid the pokemon’s digestion, and afterwards help enrich the soil. These do not belong in the stomach of, say, a ten year old boy, especially after being boosted by sugar rich dairy products...
I must admit, the hospital stay was impressive, I got a lot of attention the next few days. The first night was downright spectacular. My entire digestive system vigorously emptied itself of everything from one end or the other.
The biggest danger I faced was dehydration. I shed fluids like you couldn’t imagine. They would have given me an IV, but they were out of hypodermic needles. Apparently some nitwit repeatedly challenged the elite four with a Pikachu, and well you can guess where that went. Worse, a small tree had sprouted overnight in route 30 and no traffic could get around it until someone found the local copy of Cut. Unfortunately, the HM had been misplaced sometime after the last poke-fashion show.
I couldn’t drink anything and hold it for more than a second. So if fluid wouldn’t go in one end, it would have to go in the other. They said once I passed out things got easier…
To this day I cannot look at a scoop of Rocky Road Ice cream…
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