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A short story about pastries and pirates, written by me!
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Chill stared at the calendar intently. Something highly unusual, as being a Pokemon, dates aren't particularly important. Usually the cool Minccino was too busy dealing with other matters, such as being leader of the renowned Tao Village Rescue Guild which constantly demanded his attention. But today he stared at the calendar and the small circle around today's date. He mulled over it for a bit before his assistant Mike walked in.
"Chill, you've been staring at that calendar for the past 10 minutes." Mike blurted out. "What's going on? You never look at--" Mike’s attention suddenly shifted. "Wait... huh? OH WOW, IS THIS FOR ME???"
Chill snapped his head around just in time to see Mike nearly jump face-first into a mysterious box that sat neatly on the floor.
"HEY, WATCH THE GOODS!" Chill yelled as he dove across the room, successfully tackling the Charmander to the floor before quickly turning around to face the contents of the box.
"Phew. Still good," Chill murmured, as his sunglasses adjusted themselves.
"Oh I get it..." Mike realized, although he clearly did not. "You want to share it with me!" Mike eyes grew as wide as the moon.
"Hold on, man! This cake is for Gunpowder's birthday." The sunglasses on Chill’s face glinted briefly.
"W-WHAT?!?" Mike confusedly stammered. Getting louder was always his solution to a confusing situation.
"BUT CHILL, YOU CAN'T. Gunpowder will eat that cake..." Mike was very concerned, "AND THEN EAT YOUR FACE RIGHT OFF!!!"
He then added unnecessarily, but quietly, "And he's kinda sorta the leader of those Rogues."
"I believe we can set aside our differences for one day, especially when it’s someone's birthday," Chill paused for a second, smiling. "Hey Mike, I could use the help to deliver this cake."
Remembering his last encounter with the brutish pirate Gabite, Mike's entire body turned a pale white as he collapsed onto the floor without a word. A vague image of what looked like a Charmander ghost dissipated from Mike into the air.
"It's cool, I'll go by myself." Chill beamed as he picked up the cake. He turned toward the door and in a moment, he was gone.
Go here for part 2!
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Chill stared at the calendar intently. Something highly unusual, as being a Pokemon, dates aren't particularly important. Usually the cool Minccino was too busy dealing with other matters, such as being leader of the renowned Tao Village Rescue Guild which constantly demanded his attention. But today he stared at the calendar and the small circle around today's date. He mulled over it for a bit before his assistant Mike walked in.
"Chill, you've been staring at that calendar for the past 10 minutes." Mike blurted out. "What's going on? You never look at--" Mike’s attention suddenly shifted. "Wait... huh? OH WOW, IS THIS FOR ME???"
Chill snapped his head around just in time to see Mike nearly jump face-first into a mysterious box that sat neatly on the floor.
"HEY, WATCH THE GOODS!" Chill yelled as he dove across the room, successfully tackling the Charmander to the floor before quickly turning around to face the contents of the box.
"Phew. Still good," Chill murmured, as his sunglasses adjusted themselves.
"Oh I get it..." Mike realized, although he clearly did not. "You want to share it with me!" Mike eyes grew as wide as the moon.
"Hold on, man! This cake is for Gunpowder's birthday." The sunglasses on Chill’s face glinted briefly.
"W-WHAT?!?" Mike confusedly stammered. Getting louder was always his solution to a confusing situation.
"BUT CHILL, YOU CAN'T. Gunpowder will eat that cake..." Mike was very concerned, "AND THEN EAT YOUR FACE RIGHT OFF!!!"
He then added unnecessarily, but quietly, "And he's kinda sorta the leader of those Rogues."
"I believe we can set aside our differences for one day, especially when it’s someone's birthday," Chill paused for a second, smiling. "Hey Mike, I could use the help to deliver this cake."
Remembering his last encounter with the brutish pirate Gabite, Mike's entire body turned a pale white as he collapsed onto the floor without a word. A vague image of what looked like a Charmander ghost dissipated from Mike into the air.
"It's cool, I'll go by myself." Chill beamed as he picked up the cake. He turned toward the door and in a moment, he was gone.
Go here for part 2!
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