Jonathan Bradshaw - Bellossom
Slateport City, Hoenn
Affected RPers: @Noblejanobii

Sloane only realized it just a second too late.

"No!" She shouted. "Jonathan, no, don't leave me!"

I didn't want to leave her, but I was just helpless to do anything about it, and I could only hope she would make the best of what was about to happen. Everything had just gone black and I lost sight of everything. But in that fading sight, I had seen something unsettling. That knife-wielding psycho had returned, but I couldn't do a damn thing to stop him...


I honestly felt ready for anything. Violent, painful, disgusting, stupid, I had seen just about every color of this maniac's dreamworlds and I knew he simply wanted me broken, not dead or helpless.


Jonathan Bradshaw - Stunky
Outside of Rustboro City, Hoenn

"WAKE UP!"

Sweet mother of Arceus, I woke up with a start. I opened my eyes and couldn't believe what I was seeing.

A classroom... but all the students and the teacher were all Pokémon. And it was outside in the open with little desks made of wood and even a chalkboard up in front. What the hell. The teacher, some crabby-looking Clefable, and all of the students, all various unevolved Pokémon, were looking at me and giggling.

"That's the second time today you've fallen asleep in my class!" the crabby Celfable shouted at me. "I want you to see me after the bell. This is unacceptable behavior!"

"Whatever," I replied.

Whatever was right. I had graduated freaking college years ago, so whatever crap these kiddie Pokémon were learning was probably something I could ace in two seconds.

"Don't whatever me!" the cranky Celfable shouted. "Do as you're told, and don't talk back!"

I wasn't sure what the Trick Master was attempting to do this time, but this was laughably mild in comparison to some of the other crap he's put me through. The Clefable went back to teaching the class about what looked like basic mathematics. Seriously second grade garbage. Come on.

She went back to teaching and I didn't even bother taking notes. Ooh, two apples plus nine apples equals guess how many apples? Please, I had been doing personal finances for years, so this was just a waste of my time.

I then felt a slight groaning in my stomach.

Hunger? No, it didn't feel like that, though. It was more of a sickly kind of feeling. Almost like I needed to go to the bathroom. At first, it didn't make sense, but then I realized I wasn't a Bellossom anymore. Nope. I had purple and beige fur. I didn't have a mirror on me, so I didn't know exactly what Pokémon I was...

The groaning got a little louder. I was hoping no one else heard it, but so far, it didn't seem like it was the case. I wasn't even paying much attention to what the Clefable was teaching, but I figured it might be a good idea to try and get out of here if I could.

"Hey, teach," I spoke up. "Could I get-"

"BE QUIET!" she shouted.

Well, so much for that. I just rolled my eyes and figured maybe I could speed up this stupid lesson and get out of here faster.

"So, who can tell me what two apples plus nine apples equals?" the crabby Celfable asked.

"Eleven!" I shouted, trying to speed this along. "Come on, this is easy!"

"Raise your hand when you have the answer!" she shouted back at me. "And no, that's incorrect."

What!? Oh, this had to be a joke.

"Yeah, nine, ten, eleven," I told her, thinking she had gone senile. "Don't you know how to count?"

"No, no, no!" she shouted as she got angrier. "You're skipping twenty, fourteen, and twelve again! We talked about this! Don't you know how to carry over the number!?"

I started laughing. Wow, this was exceedingly stupid. Trick Master, good luck hiring an accountant if you liked screwing around with math in your stupid dreamworlds.

"It's eleven," I reminded her. "Or at least in the-"

I was then cutoff. Before I could finish what I was saying... I farted. It was just a small fart, but it was definitely loud enough for the class to hear.

"Eww!" one of the students, an Eevee, giggled. "That's gross!"

"Yeah, like I said, a bathroom break would be cool," I told the Clefable.

"NO!" she shouted again. "Now pay attention! I will not have you wasting any more time in my class!"

Boy, was she going to be sorry.