pikminpedia:

You want to know what I need? I need you to smile for me... a big, crooked smile that let's me know you're happy, but also... a bit cautious.

Exactly!

Stay like that!

Perfect... now, hold that pose... aaaaaand...

Great! My "Fatman Magazine" will have a great cover boy!

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 darrenthefox:

"Stand here?" The raccoon asked, tucking his shirt down over his belly, bashfully frustrated that, for some odd reason, his shirt was now riding up his torso. He'd only just got here, and this shirt fit before... he knew that much, but now he wasn't so certain. The werewolf took a picture already, and now he was going for another... with a pink camer-

click.

"What the heck was that about?" The raccoon gasped, snorting in frustrating. "What kinda pictures are these! I feel my fingers are very... hard to move now!" He looked down to see the hooves instead of his fingers. In that moment he realized what was going on. Maybe he should've gotten clues from the podium he was standing on, but it was too late.

The moment he looked up, another camera click happened... and there was nothing more than a pigcoon statue named Kael.

"Good for my collection!" The werewolf chimed happily. "Next!"

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 chalur:

"I dunno about this." The bird remarked quietly, suspicious of the werewolf standing before him. "I've known you to fatten me up before.... You sure you won't do that this time."

"Oh absolutely." the werewolf stated dryly as he lifted up a camera and took the picture. "Of course, if I was gonna do it, I wouldn't tell you."

The werewolf walked over to the bird, bending down to pick it up. The beady eyes stared blankly at nothing and its beak was bent in a crooked smile. It looked so happy... so complacent... so excited to be a plush toy.

"Why would I tell a plush toy, anyway?"

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Nova:

"I... I saw what you did with the last guy!" The unicorn remarked in surprise. "He was there, then a big flash... and suddenly he was a plush toy!"

"Really?" The werewolf cocked his head to the side. "You musta came early for your appointment. Nova, I take it?"

"Yes... and I'm glad I came early!" The unicorn stood up, eyes darkening as he pointed to the statue. "That guy a statue? What was he? A raccoon?"

"Raccoon... now a raccoon pig statue." The werewolf smiled. "Would you prefer to be a statue? You were scheduled for plush...."

"I... I don't know if I like that idea too much." Nova gulped.

"Shame." The werewolf lifted the camera and took a picture. He stared at the plush, blue unicorn laying on the ground in front of him. "Plushies are all the rage now-a-days."

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 brotherflounder:

"Let me get this straight.... You're an orc?" The werewolf asked, looking down at the green creature before him, standing at only half of the werewolf's size.

"Yes! For the last time! I'm an orc!" The tiny man remarked in frustration. "Did you just-"

"No, no!" The werewolf looked at his clipboard nervously. Circled for this hour was someone named "Brotherflounder". They signed up for... an old-styled photoshoot.... "Brotherflounder the... gobli-orc?"

"You did! You thought I was a goblin!" The orc folded his arms, the wrinkles on his forehead becoming more prominent with his anger.

"No I didn't! I thought you were a TALL goblin! Big difference!" The werewolf folded his arms indignantly. "Now, do you have anything else to say or do you want the shoot to continue?"

The orc held his finger up to make a point, but then his finger curled and he frowned, eyes filling with fear. "No... no.... I think that was a great take. Can I... can I go now?"

".... Yes." The werewolf looked over his shoulder, sighing. "You are a cute old man, though."

"I'll... remember that." The orc walked to the front door and tried to open it, but couldn't properly reach the handle.

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 Lockjaw-Totoknight

"A commanding officer?" The werewolf whistled. "Impressive!"

"Thank you! I've been in service for five ye-"

Click.

"Sorry.... I meant twenty-five ye-" The bear scratched at his rugged cheek fluff. He used his other arm to pat the bellyplate he had. It was certainly looking a bit larger than it had been before... or was it a trick of the light? Well, didn't matter to him much anymore, he was getting older.

Click.

"Oh, my brain is escaping me again.... Forty-five years!" The bear scratched at his white beard, grimacing. "My goodness my age has caught up to me, hasn't it?"

"Happens if you've been on the front lines for that long! How old does that make you?"

"Sixty-three." He remarked somberly. "Don't let the bigness fool you. I am a lot more capable than these wrinkles and white hair will sho!"

"You look marvelous to me. Why else would I call such a grizzled, charismatic, and ancient man here?" The werewolf chortled.

"Ancient?" The bear roared with laughter. "I heard I was old, but 'ancient' certainly is new!"

"Newer than you'd think." The werewolf looked at his camera and sighed. Seems this was his last appointment. Good timing, too, as he had run out of film.

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