- Pronoun
- They/Them
"Yeah, yeah, loud and clear," The Aipom waved his tail dismissively, but the beads of sweat on his forehead were more than apparent.
"So we were cruisin' while the boss was snoozin'," the Rattata said as he stood up on his hind legs and held his arms up.
"When suddenly these guys leapt from the cliffs," Zubat turned to face the very cliffs they presently sat under, "And they started asking for directions in a really weird way."
"Yeah, 'way finder'? What a crazy way to ask for a guide!"
The Aipom crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "All the noise woke me up, and I told 'em to scram. We didn't have any directions for 'em." His eyes widened to dinner plates. "But then one of their guys got all purple just busted us up real good! And then they started saying things like 'let the bait slow them down enough to track them' and 'they'll regret messing with scythe-fur'. Just crazy stuff! Who even is 'they', anyways?!"
The Rattata balled his little paws into fists and made a mock punching gesture. "Those orange scarf wearin' fellas snagged our supplies, smashed our wheel, and gave us a good brusin'!"
"We didn't wanna look like no punks though, so we tossed out whatever was left of the wheel."
"But we're still stranded," Zubat lamented with a squeak of dissapointment, "It takes two of us to pull the cart with the wheel, and we don't got the muscle to drag it across the ground."
"So we were cruisin' while the boss was snoozin'," the Rattata said as he stood up on his hind legs and held his arms up.
"When suddenly these guys leapt from the cliffs," Zubat turned to face the very cliffs they presently sat under, "And they started asking for directions in a really weird way."
"Yeah, 'way finder'? What a crazy way to ask for a guide!"
The Aipom crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "All the noise woke me up, and I told 'em to scram. We didn't have any directions for 'em." His eyes widened to dinner plates. "But then one of their guys got all purple just busted us up real good! And then they started saying things like 'let the bait slow them down enough to track them' and 'they'll regret messing with scythe-fur'. Just crazy stuff! Who even is 'they', anyways?!"
The Rattata balled his little paws into fists and made a mock punching gesture. "Those orange scarf wearin' fellas snagged our supplies, smashed our wheel, and gave us a good brusin'!"
"We didn't wanna look like no punks though, so we tossed out whatever was left of the wheel."
"But we're still stranded," Zubat lamented with a squeak of dissapointment, "It takes two of us to pull the cart with the wheel, and we don't got the muscle to drag it across the ground."