>>53994001"Croconaw, blast Water Gun!" I commanded. Jet after jet of water strong enough to puncture steel sailed through the air, leaving craters in the ground and eating through the trees. My opponent's Pikachu dodged them nimbly, always a hair away from the blasts, like it could sense them coming.
Its trainer pumped her little arms in the air and jumped around, yelling encouragements at her pet rat like the little kid that she was. She must've been fresh off her visit to the lab, couldn't be more than a week into her journey, judging by her age and the state of her gear.
I watched the battle dejectedly, knowing soon the Pikachu would stop dodging and fire back, and that would be the match. I felt nothing as I raised my arms in surrender and called my Croconaw off, not feeling like paying any Center fees today.
This was my life now, ten years into my journey and surrendering to newbies. I hadn't won a single badge yet, how pathetic was that? Was it my fault, this dogshit Croconaw's too slow to hit a moving Slakoth? My inability to get a better Pokemon?
As the apathy and resignation gave way to self-hatred and fury, I looked up to see the little girl jumping up and down, dancing in celebration with her little fucking Pikachu. That was the final straw.
Two Water Pulses to the head sent the off-guard rat crashing into a tree, knocked out or worse. Bet I would have a badge or two under my belt if Croconaw could fucking pull that off in live combat. Another one to the stomach sent the little girl reeling, effects of the confusion setting in as she swayed in a daze, her balance lost.
I placed both my hands firmly in her little shoulders to steady her, and leaned in to whisper into her ear. She smelled really nice, like berries and shampoo.
"I'm going to give you something to dance about, you stupid fucking cunt."
I then proceeded to shove her into the ground and rape the shit out of her. The end.
