>>45866072I'm assuming dealer's choice, and I'm picking Unova's. Top of some isolated mountain, two (2) cute girls plus a little girl champion. Works for me.
I'll be needing a Hydreigon to fly me there, and to pepper the outside with concentrated fire—he's the distraction. Zoroark hides the main team as we go in, we hit Caitlin first (psychics are always a pain in the ass. Fuck prophetic dreams). We approach her still cloaked, and Hypno gets to work on her already sleeping form. Never sleep on the job, kids.
Next we hit Grimsley, asshole always rubbed me the wrong way. He senses our presence somehow—sends out his team—Fucker always WAS lucky. His Drapion pins me to the ground, he thinks he's won. I dissolve into purple goo, turning back into a Ditto. The real me is right behind him, and I put a bullet through his head. Not lucky enough, fucker.
Next comes Marshal, on his ring meditating. Caitlin walks over to his room, asks about the noise outside. He's surprised to see her awake, even more surprised when her Musharna blends his internals with a Psychic. Always one to let his guard down around friends, the poor bastard. Oh well. I grope Caitlin's ass and she looks at me vacantly and content. Hypno's right beside her. She's mine now.
Shauntail's expecting us when we walk in—ghost fuckers tend to have their own brand of preminition—but doesn't resist. Tells us she's been sensing a new chapter in the making, and is excited to see where it leads. Ghost fuckers also tend to be some brand of crazy. Whatever, she gets the Hypno treatment and soon she's drooling on the floor.
Me and the girls move outside, where the champion's subduing what she thinks is a wild Hydreigon. At my signal he drops into the ground, and as the idiot's about to throw a pokeball at it I call out to her. Seeing me with her friends, she approaches us, all smiles. I point at Hypno and tell her to look at his pretty swinging pendulum. She actually does. Little kids man.
BOOM. I'm FUCKING KING.
