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Poke Doll
Squeaks… Mambo… Sweetie… Éclair… Tootsie… Sarge… Cherry… Pixie…
Shortly after waking up Plumeria went down the line of her stuffed Poke Dolls, knowing something was amiss but was unable to figure it out right away. She held out her fingers as she mentally called out each one, stopping when she reached Grape. That’s who was absent!
With how tidy her room was, Plumeria would’ve noticed if any of her stuffed companions had fallen on the floor during the night. It seemed impossible due to where Grape was place, but she even looked behind the furniture in case something truly odd had happened. Of course, she came up with nothing, and she could feel a bit of anxiety in her chest.
Although she had many, each Poke Doll was special to her. Besides each being given a unique name they held a special memory of when they were purchased. It may have been a foolish way to spend money, but it had always helped Plumeria to get a ne
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Pokeland
Long before Moon had moved to Alola a small island had been purchased with the intent of developing it into a theme park. Finally after a some setbacks, conflicts, and a few interruptions from curious marine Pokemon, it was ready to open its doors.
The moment Moon had heard about it she’d been following its progress, excitedly imagining herself on each attraction as it was announced. As beautiful as Alola was, it was pretty lacking in fun activities for the younger crowd. This park was going to be amazing; she knew already from all the times she’d snuck close to it on Sharpedo to spy on the construction before she was shooed away. If they were available she was going to buy a pass and go there at least once every week!
It hardly seemed real when the grand opening date was announced. After squealing, hugging a less than enthused Meowth, and sharing her glee with her mother, Moon ran off to find one of her closest friends.
“GUZMA!” Moon cheered his name when she s
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Red Alert
It happened without warning. All of a sudden one day the majority of the female Team Skull Grunts were stricken with their “time of the month”, decimating the supply of sanitary products they had on hand. It seemed like in the blink of an eye all they were down to was not even half of a bag of pads.
This obviously wouldn’t do. Plumeria herself was hurting pretty bad from cramps, but someone had to go fetch some more, when she realized that Guzma was probably pretty close to the discount store right about now.
Knowing the reaction she’d get, Plumeria hesitated a moment, but this was an emergency and Guzma would have to take one for the team. She took out her phone and called Guzma, hoping he’d pick up.
“…Ya want me ta buy what?”
Guzma had a special ring tone for when Plumeria called so he always knew to answer. However, her request this time caught him completely off guard, making him stand there completely dumbfounded as the two male Grun
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Setting him Straight
What Guzma’s dad would tell people is that Guzma ran away from home “without even a word”, that he tried set Guzma straight, but he was the one “who got beat”. He’d never tell the truth of what actually happened when his son left.
Guzma’s father was careful about the times he’d really let his son have it. Guzma returned home one evening to find that his mother was out with friends, leaving just him and his dad at home.
Almost the instant the door shut Guzma’s father approached him, roughly grabbing him by the hair and pulling him down so he could shout into his face, demanding to know where he’d been and what he’d been up to all day.
Guzma hadn’t been doing much in particular, mostly hanging out with Plumeria, but that in itself was a problem. He was young man easing into his twenties and going nowhere in life with no plan as to what he was going to do or even a job. With his dreams of becoming a Trial Captain crus
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Valentines in Alola
It was Valentines Day. All around Alola boys in relationships eager to get tokens of affection from their lovers while those who were not anxiously hoped a girl who’d caught their eye shared the sentiment and would confess their feelings along with a Valentine of some sort.
Blessed with androgynous good looks, Ilima was no stranger to be showered with gifts and being desired by individuals of both genders; Valentines Day just increased the volume.
Regardless of his feelings, he always made sure to thank the person for their gifts and seem appreciative. This year was no different, however there was one particular girl whom he hoped would come by to see him: The newcomer to Alola who’d deftly completed his trial with ease and had been such a little darling as well. He couldn’t help but be taken with her.
It quickly dawned on him that spending time at his usual spots may not be the best places to wait for her as more and more girls kept showing up with their gifts to pre
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Guzma's Second Chance
Moon was more than a bit confused about how Guzma felt about her. Initially they’d started out as what could be considered enemies. She, a little eleven-year-old girl, had stood up against the young man and defeated him and his entire gang. It had been simultaneously humiliating and infuriating experience for him.
However, after besting the Elite Four and Kukui, Moon had realized she’d met his parents. Upon visiting his house she learned he’d spoken to his mother about her, even asking that she give Moon a TM of his favorite move. On the way out of his room she ran into Guzma himself and was promptly asked to meet for a battle. Guzma took his inevitable defeat slightly better and gifted her his lucky charm while swearing to stay the same. The thing was, just this gesture alone proved that he was lying, showed he had kind side, and Moon would treasure what he’d given her forever.
Being Alola’s Champion made it obvious Moon was a strong trainer. She continue
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Squeaks… Mambo… Sweetie… Éclair… Tootsie… Sarge… Cherry… Pixie…

Shortly after waking up Plumeria went down the line of her stuffed Poke Dolls, knowing something was amiss but was unable to figure it out right away. She held out her fingers as she mentally called out each one, stopping when she reached Grape. That’s who was absent!

With how tidy her room was, Plumeria would’ve noticed if any of her stuffed companions had fallen on the floor during the night. It seemed impossible due to where Grape was place, but she even looked behind the furniture in case something truly odd had happened. Of course, she came up with nothing, and she could feel a bit of anxiety in her chest.

Although she had many, each Poke Doll was special to her. Besides each being given a unique name they held a special memory of when they were purchased. It may have been a foolish way to spend money, but it had always helped Plumeria to get a new one whenever times had really gotten tough, the added presence soothing.

The only answer could be that someone had come into her room during the night and spirited Grape away. It was awful to think about… Someone sneaking in while she was sound asleep, violating her personal space, to take something so dear to her.

How could someone betray her like that? Plumeria hugged her arms. She’d tried so hard to be a rock for all the Grunts, a “Big Sister” they could always rely on, look up to, and come to in times of need. Had this act been malicious, or had someone just needed something to snuggle during the night and wasn’t sure how to ask?

Plumeria could easily forgive and understand the latter. What was most important right now was hurrying to the rooms the Grunts slept in before most of them would be awake and heading off to do other things. She usually was the first one up so she should be able to catch the culprit.

Not even bothering to put on makeup first, Plumeria made her way to the closest room of female Grunts, opening the door without even knocking. She swiftly closed the door behind her when she saw she’d caught a few of them changing.

“One of my Poke Dolls is missing,” Plumeria explained calmly. “Does anyone here have it? You’re not in any trouble; I just want it back.”

She was answered either by “No”s or headshakes. Plumeria wanted to believe them, but she searched the beds and dressers just in case before moving on to the second women’s sleeping quarters.

She got the exact same result there. This only left the two men’s rooms. She certainly wouldn’t think any less of a boy who wanted sleep with a Poke Doll, and they did get some younger male recruits recently, but it still came as a surprise.
This time Plumeria knocked on the door. “I’m coming in!” she warned, giving the boys a few moments before she entered and repeated her reason for the intrusion a third time.

The boys all swore none of them had it, not recalling seeing any of them bringing one in before they settled down for the night. As much as Plumeria didn’t want to root through the belongings of teenage boys, she had to know for sure, promising not to say anything about the more embarrassing items she uncovered.

By process of elimination it had to be the fourth room, and yet she came up empty again. It was as if Grape had simply disappeared, and yet…

“No way…”

Would he really? Then again, it was that particular Poke Doll, after all… Now Plumeria just felt foolish not to arrive at that conclusion immediately. He was always the latest riser out of everyone, so Plumeria took her time making her way to Shady House’s top floor.


The door always creaked when it opened, but the Boss of Team Skull didn’t even notice. He continued to sleep, snoring somewhat. Plumeria approached and carefully pulled back the covers.

Underneath Guzma wore a white undershirt and purple boxers, but Plumeria’s gaze went to what was under his arm: Grape, the Butterfree Poke Doll.

Plumeria smiled both in relief and at the strange sight of “Big Bad Guzma” being the one who’d swiped her doll. She couldn’t be angry; she knew he’d never be able to swallow his pride in order to ask her permission to borrow it.

“Hey,” Plumeria placed her hand on Guzma’s shoulder and gave it a gentle shake. “Are you going to sleep all day?”

Guzma let out an odd noise before he woke up, startled, seemingly shocked to see Plumeria standing over him.

“You two had a sleepover and didn’t invite me?” Plumeria teased as she picked up Grape from Guzma’s loosened grip, trying to ignore the damp spot she felt on its foot.

“I-I…” Guzma blushed in embarrassment, then looking at the alarm clock that had failed to go off. It was the one time he’d ever bothered to set one and… He grabbed it and hurled it against the wall as hard as he could in frustration, busting it into dozens of pieces. “I was gonna put it back before ya woke up!”

“It’s OK,” Plumeria soothed, sitting down on a space next to him when Guzma sat up. “It’s not a big deal, I just wasn’t sure where it had gone.”

“I know how much those dolls me to ya… Shouldn’t’ve took one without askin’ but…” Guzma suddenly looked rather weary, like he’d just gotten done with a difficult day rather than just getting up.

“You’ve always liked Butterfree,” Plumeria recalled with a smile, remembering fondly how Guzma would always stop to watch if one happened to be around. It was a habit that stuck around from childhood to young adulthood. “Guzma, are you OK?” there had to a reason he felt the need to take Grape.

“Had some bad dreams and was out of booze,” Guzma admitted after a moment. “Every time I shut my eyes my dad…” He couldn’t say anymore, but he didn’t have to.

Plumeria looked down at Grape. She’d had this doll for a fair amount time now, but it was still in excellent condition. While it had caused her a lot of distress for even one doll to go missing, in reality it wouldn’t hurt to go without it for awhile, especially since she’d know where it was.

She gave Grape a soft kiss on the head. “I think it should stay with you.” Plumeria placed the Butterfree down so its wings were resting against Guzma’s stomach. “I like that idea better than you drinking.”

“I-it was just a one time thing, Plumes. You don’t-”

“Hold onto it for a little while longer and see how you feel about it. You can give it back anytime.”

Considering the discussion over, Plumeria got up and exited the room, leaving Guzma to stare at the doll, knowing what a caring gesture it was for her to leave something so precious with him.

It wasn’t just that the doll was of a Butterfree. Guzma picked the it up and held it close to his face, taking in a deep breath through his nose. It smelled just like his best friend, the one person in this world who could make him feel safe and at ease.
Long before Moon had moved to Alola a small island had been purchased with the intent of developing it into a theme park. Finally after a some setbacks, conflicts, and a few interruptions from curious marine Pokemon, it was ready to open its doors.

The moment Moon had heard about it she’d been following its progress, excitedly imagining herself on each attraction as it was announced. As beautiful as Alola was, it was pretty lacking in fun activities for the younger crowd. This park was going to be amazing; she knew already from all the times she’d snuck close to it on Sharpedo to spy on the construction before she was shooed away. If they were available she was going to buy a pass and go there at least once every week!

It hardly seemed real when the grand opening date was announced. After squealing, hugging a less than enthused Meowth, and sharing her glee with her mother, Moon ran off to find one of her closest friends.

“GUZMA!” Moon cheered his name when she saw him hopping over a fence rather than take the few strides to open the gate.

“Oooph!” Guzma grunted when Moon slammed into him with a hard hug; he’d barely had time to even turn when he’d heard her. “Alright, let go.” He gently tugged at the back of her shirt after he’d endured her affection for a moment.

Moon let him go and took a step back, smiling. “Guzma! Guzma! That theme park is finally opening! You’ll go with me, right?”

“Hell yeah I will!” Guzma was equally excited, answering without hesitation, a huge smile on his face now as well. “Who’s all going with us?”

“Just you and me!”

“Not Hau?” Guzma crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, surprised.

“Guzma…” Moon’s tone suddenly became serious. “I am going to be at that park from the moment it opens until it closes. I’m going on each ride at least twice, eating junk food all day, and I won’t waste time stopping to rest. I need someone who’s going to be able to keep up with me. I think you’re the only person who can do that.”

Guzma nodded. “I get ya!” Seems like they were just destined to keep being partners, no matter what the occasion was, and he was realizing more and more the two of them had a lot more in common than he thought.


The two of them got up early when the day arrived, Moon and Guzma meeting on the way to the ferry that would carry them and other eager patrons across the water and to the theme park, which was already nearly visible in the distance. Moon got a bit too carried away as she leaned over the railing, Guzma grabbing her just in time before she fell into the water.

Moon blushed and tugged at her hat sheepishly in embarrassment when he scolded her, glad when other people heard his loud voice and started staring at them that he cut off his rant early. He couldn’t stay mad at her for long anyway.

They just couldn’t get there fast enough for Moon. She kept going on and on about the great rides she read about to Guzma, who smirked and listened to her with his hands in his pockets.

“If either of us throw up the punishment is wearing Skitty ears the next time we go to the Battle Tree!” Moon announced.

Guzma grinned. “Yer on!”

Moon bounded out of the ferry when they docked, dashing up to the ticket window. Guzma briskly walked after her, feeling much too self conscious about being an adult to outwardly show he was actually just as excited as Moon at this point.

“Here you go, Guzma!” Moon happily held out a wristband for him.

“Huh?” Guzma was surprised when she laid it down in his palm, then fastening her own on. “How much do I owe ya?”

“Nothing! I defended my title against Faba earlier this month and he insisted that I deserved a lot of prize money as a reward. It’s weird how now…” Moon paused for a moment, looking up at Guzma, realizing that their own relationship together had changed much more drastically. That all seemed so long ago… “Anyway, LET’S GO!” She hugged Guzma’s arm to her chest and pulled him along with her.

It was a truly fabulous park, Moon’s jaw dropping as she looked around. Every single ride and establishment inside was themed on some sort of Pokemon, a person in a Furret suit walking around to greet the guests as they all walked in.

“Where do ya wanna start?” Guzma asked Moon.

“I… I…” Everything looked so fun! She wanted to ride on everything all once! She looked to the right when she heard a WOOOOSH. “THAT THING!”

Moon pointed at a long ride which took on the shape and appearance of a Seviper. The riders were strapped into chairs that were suspended above the ground and were rocketed from one side of the snake to the other both backwards and forwards. One end was kinked in a spiral, while the other was a straight shot up and down.

Guzma approved. “Startin’ off strong!”

“Just one moment.” An employee stopped Guzma and Moon as they were going through the entrance. “She looks a bit too short. Can you stand in front of this height chart for me?”

Moon did as she was asked, standing in front of a plastic standee where a Mr. Mime held up his hand to the required height. Moon looked up seeing she wound up being about an inch below the line. “I’m close enough!”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry, I can’t-”

No way was their day going to start off in disappointment. Guzma grabbed Moon under her arms and raised her up so she more than cleared the requirement.

“There, now she’s tall enough,” Guzma said, still holding onto her while she seemed a bit surprised.

“Sir,” the employee replied sternly. “There’s plenty of other rides she can go on that…” He paused, leaning back as Guzma leaned forward into his face, Moon staying perfectly still as she was dangling like a kitten in his grasp.

“If my pal wants to go on this ride, then she’s gettin’ on it,” Guzma threatened. “Understand?”

The employee nodded. “G-go right ahead…”

Guzma finally released Moon and they found a place in line.

“What?” Guzma asked when he noticed her looking up at him and smirking.

“You’ve never called me your friend in public before,” she pointed out, Guzma instantly blushing a little.

“Just… Just make sure ya hold on tight, OK? Don’t want ya actually gettin’ hurt ‘cause I got ya in here…”

Moon would be fine. All she needed was Guzma to help her up into one of the chairs, the safety buckles fitting her nice and snuggly. Seems they were being overly cautious with the height requirement just to be safe.

The ride was quite a thrill from the start with its motor loudly going even as it sat stationary, the ride conductor calling “Three… Two… One… LAUNCH!” before it sprung into life, taking the ride goers by surprised by going backwards at first.

Moon and Guzma‘s one complaint was that it hadn‘t been longer, only needing to look at each other and nod before going on it again, the employee refusing to even make eye contact with them as they passed him a second time. In fact, they’d stressed him out so much that he asked someone else to supervise the line in this ride, making Guzma and Moon decide to stop pushing their luck.

“Oh! Bumper cars!” Moon quickly spotted their next destination.

“Ya wanna ride with me or separate?” Guzma noticed there should be enough room for two with how small Moon was.

“Together!”

They noticed a few familiar faces while getting into cars, but were surprised to hear Ilima call out a friendly greeting to them as they sat down in one of the cars that resembled a Charjabug. Guzma especially thought a guy like that looked like too much of a wimp to be caught dead at a place like this. They both waved back, waiting for power to be sent to their car to they could star. Guzma was at the wheel, Moon having just enough space to squeeze in at his side.

Guzma was slamming his foot onto the gas the moment he could, the car shooting forward and slamming into the girl’s in front of him. Moon played navigator, looking around for the best targets where they could build up speed to really give the other driver a hard jolt. It was exhilarating to be able to, and even encouraged, smash things with zero consequences and no real harm being done.

Neither Moon or Guzma could figure out what on earth Ilima had expected when he got on, but he made rather loud cries when someone got a good strike in, he driving away rather than using the car for its intended purposes.

Ilima got himself into a corner, thinking he was safe, but then he locked eyes with Guzma and Moon who were directly across. They couldn’t hear exactly what he was saying over the sounds of the other cars, but could make out the words “no” and “please”.

“What do ya think?” Guzma asked Moon.

“No mercy,” Moon answered coldly. “RAM HIM!”

“Nooooo!” Ilima’s voice was shrill as he saw Guzma zooming towards him, covering his face and bracing for an impact.

It was an impact that never came. Ilima peeked between his fingers to see Guzma looking confused and repeatedly stepping on the gas.

“This thing broken?” Guzma asked irritably.

“The ride’s over,” Moon pointed out, Guzma looking around to see that most of the cars were already vacant.

“Damn!” Guzma pounded his fist into the steering wheel. That would have been the best collision by far.

“Oh… Oh thank goodness…” Ilima shakily got out of his bumper car and nearly fell down as he made his way towards the exit.

The two friends were last to leave the ride. The colossal roller coaster that looped around the entire park with Dragon types as its theme was obviously the main draw, so Guzma and Moon decided it was best to get a spot in line since they were close to it.

The long wait was aggravating for both of them, Moon unable to see how close they were whenever the line moved, needing to ask Guzma. The problem was that she was asking every few steps, so he got tired of it and held her piggyback so she could peer over his shoulder and see. It was so much easier to wait when you could see more than just other peoples’ backs.

Their wait paid off, the two of them ecstatic to be able to sit in the front car. The view that laid ahead of them was a of the first very long drop, Guzma agreeing to raise his arms up along with Moon when they went down it. The ride was quite fast, the two of them barely able to appreciate each Dragon they went by. During the last decent, Guzma noticed flashing going off, realizing their pictures had been taken.

The roller coaster had been completely full, Moon suddenly finding herself lost in a sea of people after she and Guzma had exited. A tall guy like Guzma should have been easy to find, but it was like he’d just up and vanished.

She called his name repeatedly to no avail. Wasn’t he looking for her too? That man’s voice could be heard even over the loudest of construction equipment, so why wasn’t he shouting for her?

A few more minutes of desperate searching passed before she found him at a little station at the exit. Pictures of the ride were up on the screen and Guzma seemed to be purchasing something.

“There you are!” Moon huffed, crossing her arms after storming up to him. “Why did you leave me…” She paused when she saw the vendor place a picture of her and Guzma inside of a bag.

“You said you wanted a keychain and smaller photo for your wallet as well?” she asked.

Guzma sighed. He’d almost purchased this without getting caught. His plan was to hide it inside of his jacket the rest of the day and move around more carefully. “Yeah…”

Moon saw a monitor had up a picture of her and Guzma so he could see what he was buying. It was right when the flashes when off of the two of them with great big smiles on their faces, Guzma looking almost comical with his mop of messy hair blown back.

“I want to buy that picture too!” Moon had no idea why Guzma seemed so embarrassed. It was a really great photo. “You look so cute, Guzma!”

Funny, he’d been thinking the same thing about her, but it still felt awkward to hear any sort of compliment. The two of them paid, Guzma having no problem holding onto their stuff.

Before they could even think about what would be next, a familiar voice called out to them.

Alola!” Mina greeted as Guzma and Moon walked over to where she’d been asked to set up a face painting stand, pictures of some options she had available hanging up, but she was game to do any request. “Business is slow. If you’ll let me paint whatever I want on you I’ll do it for free.”

She didn’t need to need to offer it twice. Moon sat down right away and Mina got to work, Guzma watching and refusing to spoil it no matter how many times Moon asked what Mina was doing. Moon got so antsy near the end she could hardly wait for Mina to grab the mirror.

“I’m a Togedemaru!” Moon realized at once. “Look, Guzma! It’s so good!”

Guzma smiled and nodded.

Mina looked over at Guzma. “Alright, you’re next.”

“…Huh?” Guzma was caught by surprised. “No, not me.”

“It’s fun!” Moon encouraged.

“I know you’re not afraid of a little paint,” Mina added. “Have a seat.”

Guzma still hesitated.

“I’ll do something that suits you,” Mina assured.

Guzma gave in, looking nervous as he watched what colors she was picking and trying to figure out what she was doing to him with every stroke. He supposed he could find a bathroom and wash it off if he didn’t like it, but he still looked into the mirror with apprehension when she was done.

Mina had worked with the purple eye shadow Guzma was wearing to paint a Wimpod on his face, making him stare at his reflection for much longer than he needed to.

“Like it?” Mina asked, her voice confident despite her usual droopy eyed, lackadaisical expression.

“It’s fine,” Guzma answered as he got up. He’d absolutely walk around with this on all day and take a selfie with Golisopod when he got home before washing it off.

“Thank you so much, Mina,” Moon knew Guzma was pleased too, but he was already walking away.

Mina waved at them, pleased that even the former “Big Bad Boss” of Team Skull had enjoyed her work, even if she only got those two words out of him. It was probably good she held back the urge to paint something pink on him.

Should we try the spook house?” Moon asked. “It’s probably not scary, but it might still be fun!”

“I don’t mind.”

Moon and Guzma were directed into one of the purple cars, all of them painted the same way with Ghastly, Haunter, and Gengar in the artwork. The cars moved fairly slowly into a dark tunnel designed as a huge creature’s open mouth.

Guzma sat back, expecting a pretty dull ride. Even if he was bored, as long as Moon was enjoying herself, it was all fine with him. This didn’t seem any different from the poorly put together haunted houses he’d been through as a kid. Relying on dimly lit rooms to disorient the visitors and decorated with creepy props like tombstones and hanging nooses and a soundtrack of eerie sounds playing.

This caused Guzma to be caught even more off guard when a real Haunter popped up right beside him, hands stretching out its mouth and tongue sticking out. Just as he gave a startled shout the ghost Pokemon vanished, making Moon jump.

“What happened?!” Moon asked as she looked around.

Guzma laughed. “They got me! There’s real Pokemon in here!”

“COOL! I wanna see one!” Moon looked around excitedly.

A variety of others did their best to catch the riders unawares, some choosing instead to levitate objects and send them flying right in front peoples’ noses. These Pokemon seemed to be well trained in their techniques and picking on those who scared the easiest.

All of a sudden the car came to an abrupt halt. After some time passed, Guzma and Moon gave each other confused looks, hearing other people ahead of them wondering what had happened as well.

A voice could then be heard overhead.

“We’re sorry to report that the ride seems to be experiencing technical difficulties. We ask that you please leave the carts and continue to the exit, which you will reach shortly.”

Moon groaned in disappointment. “It was just getting fun…” she mumbled as she got out along with Guzma.

“Pretty bad fer this to happen the first day,” Guzma added.

The two of them followed the tracks, then being ushered by an employee dressed like a ghoul through a side room, the door slamming shut behind them. It was immediately obvious the ride wasn’t broken at, but rather a gimmick, when they found themselves in a hall of mirrors.

“Woah…” Moon eyes were huge as she looked around the room, which seemed to have hundreds of full body mirrors, some of which were styled to distort the appearance of the person standing in front of it. “Guzma, look at this!” she ran in front of one, which greatly stretched her height and made her look even skinnier. “I’m taller than you!”

Guzma gave it a try, choosing a mirror that drastically changed how he looked as well, shortening and making him look considerably wider. He was having fun with it too when Moon suddenly shrieked and nearly fell over.

“They got me too!” Moon stomped her foot, but then laughed as Guzma approached. “A ghost popped up in this mirror all of a sudden,” she explained as she pointed at it. “I guess they’re not done!”

“Ya wanna get out here?” Guzma asked, getting an eerie feeling. “I saw other people go in, and we heard ‘em, so don’t you think it’s weird we ain’t bumped into anybody?”

“Are the ghosts doing that too?” Moon wondered just how capable of trickery ghost Pokemon were.

Regardless, both decided to start making their way through what was becoming a maze of mirrors with no end in sight. The building hadn’t looked all the big from the outside… Surely it wouldn’t be long until they were out?

They heard an awful, ear piercing screech that quickened their paces. This absolutely wasn’t fun anymore. Not at all. Neither of them had ever heard a sound like that before. Was it human, Pokemon, or… Something else?

“Another door!” Moon pointed out.

Relieved, the two ran for it, feeling completely dejected when they entered a room that was completely dark except for beady red lights that looked like eyes all around them. Even if they wanted to turn back and hope there was an alternate route, there was only a solid wall where they’d entered now.

“Guzma… I don’t like this at all…” Moon sounded near tears as the two of them made their way forward.

“I’ll get us out,” Guzma soothed. “Here, hold on to me so we don’t get separated.”

Guzma reached back and closed his hand around a thin wrist as he continued on, feeling along the wall with his free palm. Soon he reached a dead end, locating a doorknob just as the panic was beginning to set it.

“We made it!” Guzma exclaimed when he opened a door to daylight, never so grateful to be outside in his life. That was the one attraction he was NEVER experiencing ever again. “Moon, are…” He trailed off when he turned to see not Moon, but Molayne, who he never realized had such a femininely thin wrist before.

“H-Hello there…” Visibly shaken and white as a sheet, Molayne struggled to speak. “I-I’m sorry I d-didn’t say anything, but I was s-so scared at the time… Y-you see, there was something t-terrible in the hall of mirrors… I-it wasn’t a Pokemon, b-but…”

Guzma let go of Molayne at once, not caring. “Where’s Moon?!”

“O-oh, she’s…”

“I’m right here, Guzma!” Not far behind at all not just Moon, but three other individuals, joined her as well.

Both she and Acerola were holding one of Sophocles’ hands, the poor boy so scared he was trembling. Behind the trio was Nanu, just as stone faced as ever.

“Oh!” Calming down now that he was in the daylight, Molayne looked surprised. “I knew Guzma and Moon were there, but I didn’t see you two!”

“You don’t remember screaming in my face before you went running?” Nanu asked dully, Molayne gasping in shock as he placed a hand over his mouth.

Guzma burst out laughing. “So that ‘somethin’ terrible’ was- OW!” He was silenced by a boney elbow to his side.

“That was better than I expected!” Acerola commented as she looked back. “I was looking for some fresh ideas for my trial!” She looked up at Nanu. “See! I told you this wouldn’t be a waste of time!”

“Hmph.” Nanu wasn’t impressed at all. If only Acerola were just a year older she’d be permitted to go through the park by herself and not need to be accompanied by an adult. He had been ready to leave the moment he stepped in the park.

“Th-that was too scary!” Neither Sophocles or Molayne were known for their bravery, so they both had agreed what they expected to be only a somewhat scary foray would help with improving their courage somewhat. Neither expected to wind up in a situation that would surely give them nightmares the rest of the week.

“But you did a good job and got through it!” Acerola gave him a comforting pat on the back.

“Y-yeah…” Sophocles didn’t sound convinced, looking down at the ground. “Big Mo, I think I want to go home.”

His cousin nodded. “Yes, I agree… That took a lot out of me…”

“Can we go too?” Nanu asked Acerola.

“But we just got here!” Acerola replied. “I came for the spook house, but I want to go on some other rides!”

“…How nice…” Nanu begrudgingly followed behind the young girl.

“I keep appreciating your company more and more,” Moon remarked to Guzma when it was finally just the two of them again.

“Same here,” Guzma agreed. “You hungry?”

Pizza was their choice of food. Still hungry afterwards, Guzma got himself a pretzel as well, giving Moon a small bit of it since she wasn’t able to eat a whole one. With that out of the way they could continue with their fun.

It seemed like this park’s opening was an even bigger deal than either Guzma or Moon had thought; they recognized so many familiar faces and yet it was still a shock to see even Aether employees walking around, Wicke with a hand on Faba’s arm to make sure he couldn’t sneak away.

Wicke had good intentions thinking everyone could use a nice day of fun to unwind, doing her best to suppress her irritation over Faba whining, complaining, and not even making an attempt to enjoy himself the moment she’d suggested it.

“These sorts of rides really aren’t for me!” Faba protested.

“Oh, you haven’t even tried!” Wicke brushed him off, not even looking at him.

“No, I…” Faba paused when he spotted Moon, surprising Wicke when he suddenly pulled out of her grip. “You! How about an arcade game? I wouldn’t mind that! I recall you enjoy those sorts of things, correct?” Faba gently grabbed Moon’s shoulders, desperation in his eyes.

Before Moon could answer, Faba couldn’t help noticing Guzma glaring daggers at him. He hadn’t even noticed he was there at first, feeling a bit startled, until he finally recognized who the man behind the face paint was.

“Oh, you’re the one Lus-”

“I’m gonna give ya five seconds to stop touching her,” Guzma warned.

“My apologizes!” Faba took a step back. “You two are together…?”

“That’s right, so-”

“A quick game wouldn’t hurt!” Moon interrupted. It was Faba’s money that had gotten her and Guzma into this place, so this would be a great way of repaying him.

“Good, good!” Faba turned to Wicke and his fellow employees. “You all go ahead and I’ll catch up.”

“Hmm…” Wicke eyed him suspiciously, Faba hoping she wouldn‘t notice he was beginning to sweat. “We’ll be at the rides near the Ferris wheel.”

Faba watched them, then turning to Moon. “Thank you; I’ll be going now. If you see her again just say I gave you the slip.” He started walking away, stopping when Moon grabbed his coat. “Yes?”

“But I really wanted to play a game with you, Faba.”

“Well…” As much as children annoyed him, Moon’s Baby-Doll Eyes were much too powerful. “I suppose I could spare a few moments…”

Faba felt completely out of his element stepping into the theme park’s arcade with its neon lighting and contraptions like he’d never seen before. When asked what he’d like to play, he had no idea how to answer, except the dancing game was completely out of the question.

They settled on a shooting game, the controls being more than simple enough for Faba, he having great faith in his hand and eye coordination skills. The gun would fire Pokeballs at the screen. The goal was to catch as many Pokemon as possible while avoiding missing them or striking other targets that would either decrease the score or make them unable to shoot for a few seconds as a penalty.

Moon’s recently victory was still fresh in his mind. Try as he might, Faba still failed to take Moon’s title no matter how hard he trained or re-worked his strategy. The young girl was simply a prodigy who couldn’t be matched.

This is why he cheered in delight when he discovered he completely wiped the floor with Moon at the arcade game, more than doubling her score. He smugly placed the gun back into the holster with a grin on his face while Moon pouted.

“That’s… That’s embarrassing…” Guzma had to admit, even he able to feel it. “Are ya good at any video games?”

“Shut up!” Moon sulked.

Faba chuckled, stroking his goatee. “This was indeed the one highlight of coming here. I’ll hope for the same results next month!”

Moon immaturely stuck her tongue out at Faba from behind his back. She didn’t even want to bother looking around the rest of the arcade, taking Guzma back outside to attractions she could just experience and enjoy rather than taste bitter defeat.

Ride after ride past, the two of them not even the slightest bit tired.

“Guzma, how about that one?” Moon tugged at his sleeve and pointed at a ride that featured Togepi as its theme with the backside hollowed out for groups of people to sit down. In the center was a wheel to spin as it went around a track.

“Sure.”

The two got in line and picked a Togepi to sit in once their turn arrived, Moon leaning forward to grab on to part of the wheel.

“You just sit back.” Guzma cracked his knuckles before placing his hands on the outside of the wheel. “I got this one!”

The poor girl had no idea what she was in for.

The ride seemed pretty benign when they were watching it. However, this was simply because not a single passenger was like Guzma. The giant of a man was able to turn the wheel with ease, spinning it as rapidly as he could, getting what seemed to be five spins before the other riders could get in one.

Moon’s tiny body was quickly pinned back against her seat from the speed, the entire world a blur. The force made it feel like her face was going to be ripped off as she felt her skin tighten, eliminating even the smallest chance she had to try and shout for Guzma to slow down.

Did she lose consciousness for a moment? Moon wasn’t certain. Out of all the rides they’d experienced Guzma had managed to make this one the most intense, Moon sitting completely motionless when at last the ride came to a stop.

Guzma was laughing, pleased with himself at how fun he’d made such a simple ride, until he saw Moon completely dazed and sitting limp in her seat. “M-Moon…?”

“Huh…?” There was a sound like Velcro when Moon managed to at last move, peeling herself off from being stuck to the seat. “Hurp…” She stifled a burp. “U-uh-oh…” Her face looked green as she cupped her hand over her mouth.

“Oh sh…!”

Guzma grabbed Moon and dashed to the nearest restroom with her, Moon running inside before she managed to humiliate herself in front of anyone. It had been a joke at the beginning, neither of them expecting it to happen, but now Guzma felt terrible for making her sick and Moon feeling the same since she’d talked so big only to wind up not being able to stand how fast Guzma was able to spin that ride.

She was probably going to be in there for awhile… Guzma sighed, sitting down on a nearby bench. He kicked at a rock in front of him, wanting to do so much more to relieve the disappointment he felt in himself. This was all his fault for screwing up their day; they’d been having so much fun.

“Hm…?” They hadn’t been around this part of the park yet. Guzma couldn’t help but get distracted by the new sounds and motions around him, looking around and taking it all in. They really did manage to cram a lot of different things in here.

One thing in particular caught his eye and got him to his feet in an instant. Moon would be coming out sooner or later and he wanted to be back here when she did.


The unwise combinations what she’d been eating throughout the day came back to haunt Moon with a vengeance. It took a fair amount of time for her stomach to settle, even still small pangs of nausea threatening her. One sad thing was certain: Their day had to be cut short. After that Moon needed to go home and sleep.

Her energy level a complete contrast to what it was when they’d arrived, Moon shuffled out of the bathroom at last. “Huh?” She wondered if now she was seeing things when she spotted Guzma on the bench with something colossal next to him.

“How ya feelin’?” Guzma asked when Moon approached, although maybe the answer wasn’t necessary from how white her face was. “Ya look terrible.”

“Y-yeah…” Moon sighed. “I’m sorry, Guzma. If you want to stay, go ahead, but I have to go home…”

“Figured. It’s only open for three more hours, and ain’t no fun without you.” He wasn’t upset at all, plus Moon did pay his way. He only hoped she thought she got her money’s worth.

“I’m so sorry…”

“Don’t be! We got other days!”

“OK…” Moon couldn’t stay down when Guzma was being so nice. “Guzma… What is that?” She finally had to ask about the pink mass he was holding.

“It’s fer you.” Guzma held it in front to show off the grand prize of the strongman game: A huge stuffed Bewear. He’d been the first person to win it so far, most people exerting all of their strength just to lift the heavy hammer and coming nowhere near close to the gong.

At the moment, the man in charge of the game was still stunned and regretting his warning to Guzma that it truly would take someone with more power than the average person to win. Not realizing Guzma more than fit that criteria he watched the former Team Skull boss thrust the hammer down on the target with all his might, the weight shooting up and knocking the bell clean off. He’d more than earned this prize as well as putting him out of business for the day.

“Oh wow!” Perking up a bit, Moon accepted the Bewear, barely able to look around its bulk. “This is awesome! Thank you, Guzma!”

“No prob.” Guzma always leapt at any opportunity to do something for Moon, even if he tried to act like it was no big deal. “Ya need me to carry it?” He asked as they made their way of park together.

“I’ve got it!” Moon insisted, managing the best she could. “Guzma, really. You are just the nicest, sweetest, kindest, best, most generous-”

“Yer still wearin’ the Skitty ears,” Guzma interrupted. He wouldn’t let Moon sweet talk him into forgetting.

“Nooooooo…” Moon whined, her plan foiled. “I’m going to look so dumb!”

“How do ya think ya look now?”

“Mean!” Moon gave him a gentle shove with her shoulder he barely felt.

It was yet another fond memory Guzma made with his friend, the picture he’d bought being something he kept and looked at fondly on his nightstand every morning when he got up and every night before sleeping.
Pokeland
A theme park has opened in Alola! Moon is the most excited out of anyone and Guzma is more than happy to join her on a fun day there. They spot a few familiar faces during their time there who contribute to their experience.
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It happened without warning. All of a sudden one day the majority of the female Team Skull Grunts were stricken with their “time of the month”, decimating the supply of sanitary products they had on hand. It seemed like in the blink of an eye all they were down to was not even half of a bag of pads.

This obviously wouldn’t do. Plumeria herself was hurting pretty bad from cramps, but someone had to go fetch some more, when she realized that Guzma was probably pretty close to the discount store right about now.

Knowing the reaction she’d get, Plumeria hesitated a moment, but this was an emergency and Guzma would have to take one for the team. She took out her phone and called Guzma, hoping he’d pick up.


“…Ya want me ta buy what?”

Guzma had a special ring tone for when Plumeria called so he always knew to answer. However, her request this time caught him completely off guard, making him stand there completely dumbfounded as the two male Grunts who were accompanying him gave each other questioning looks before shrugging.

“You heard me,” Plumeria replied. “We’re almost completely out and you’re the closest one; it’ll take anyone else way too long.”

Guzma fidgeted uncomfortably. “I… I can’t do that!”

“You have too!” Plumeria let out an exasperated sigh. “Look; just go to the store, buy as much as you three can carry, and call me back if you need to. It’s not that big of a deal. You’re the boss, so you need to step up and make sure the Grunts are taken care of!”

Guzma realized he couldn’t argue with that, absolute defeat radiating throughout his voice as he finally agreed. He ended the call, staying silent until one of the Grunts asked him what was going on.

“We’re… We’re gonna go buy…”


The three boys stood together still as statues when the feminine hygiene isle was in site. Their goal was right in front of them and yet none of them could bring themselves to move another step closer.

“…Here,” Guzma tried to hand off the shopping cart to the older Grunt on his right. “You go get ‘em. Ya got a sister, right?”

The Grunt turned red, waving his hands frantically. “But that doesn’t mean I know anything about this! She just… Cried really easily sometimes and ate a lot of chocolate. That’s all I know!”

“…Damn…”

He really had no other choice. Guzma took a look at their surroundings, relieved that seeing him, the big bad boss of Team Skull, had frightened most of the other shoppers away. Finally they were starting to get the recognition he wanted, although he hoped no one would remember this particular moment. The three of them would just hurry down the isle, grab what they needed, and get the hell out of there.

Guzma pushed the cart forward with on hand, grabbing one of the Grunts with the other when he noticed they were less than inclined to follow. The other trailed behind the two of them, knowing he’d get earful if he tried to run away from this.

Having never even looked down this isle before, Guzma’s jaw dropped. He had no idea where to even begin. The two Grunts were beyond stupefied. It was rows upon rows with different packages, which he noticed had different descriptions, and…


Plumeria picked up the phone before the first ring had even finished. “Did you get them?”

“Plumes… There’s… So many…” Guzma was in completely over his head, the Grunts being of zero help and only looking to make sure no one else was coming near them. “Do ya need both…” He lowered his voice. “Pads and tampons?”

“Yes.”

“…Why?” Guzma dared to ask.

Plumeria felt her face go hot; she was NOT explaining this to him. “Never you mind! Just get them!”

“Alright! But… I mean… Do I get the ones with wings? There’s others that say they’re more absorbent… I-I…”

Plumeria took a moment to take a deep breath in order to ease her frustration, reminding herself that Guzma was in an awkward position and really trying. “Guzma… Just grab a little of everything and it’ll be fine; the girls will use what they want.”

“A’ight…” Guzma decided to quick eye what else they had in case he had anymore questions. “They also got some kinda pills here? Do ya want those? Says they’re supposed to help and ya have been kinda cranky so-”

“JUST BUY WHAT YOU NEED TO AND GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!” Plumeria’s patience was completely exhausted.

Guzma winced, holding the phone away from his ear for a moment. He was amazed with how loud she yelled she hadn‘t damaged his eardrum “…I’m getting ya the pills.”


Plumeria was starting to say something more, but Guzma quickly hung up and instructed the Grunts to load up the cart. It was a good thing that they’d made some serious cash recently off a rare Pokemon they’d swiped because these things weren’t cheap.

Plumeria had obviously gotten annoyed with him, so on their way back to the front of the store Guzma grabbed a few bags of chocolate chip cookies for good measure as a peace offering. Besides, he wouldn’t mind having a few either.

As they reached the checkout counter, it suddenly dawned on Guzma there was a new trial awaiting him. Did he go to a male or female cashier? Which would be less weird? While mulling it over, the choice was made for him when a young women called him over, having no else in her line.

It was easy enough to put the cookies on the conveyor belt, she scanning them and putting them into bags. Then came pack after pack of the feminine products. She took a glance over at them, realizing she was right when she thought it had been a trio of three boys.

One right after the other she scanned and bagged, Guzma and the Grunts trying hard not to make eye contact with her and hoping that no one would look over at them and see what their cart was full of. Guzma fought the impulse to bark at her to go faster, knowing that would only draw attention to them.

“Hm?”

Guzma took a glance back at the cashier when he saw her repeatedly scanning a package, which seemed to not want to register a price. After a few more tries, she flipped on the mic by her till and spoke into it, her voice coming over the loudspeaker.

“Price check on isle 4 for-”

Guzma gasped; was she really going to say it?!

“-the twenty-eight pack maxi pads.”

Guzma was certain he felt his soul leave his body as he turned ghostly white. This was it. He was going to die on the spot. He couldn’t bring himself to check if people were staring now, a manager taking their sweet time to come help and see why the price wouldn’t ring up. It felt like centuries before she resolved the issue and along went the process again until finally the cart was empty, the Grunts loading the bags up into it while Guzma paid.

Guzma grabbed the cart and dashed out of the store with it as fast as he could, the Grunts barely able to keep up with him. When they were outside, Guzma looped most of the bags around his arms, the Grunts taking as much as they could carry. Thankfully everything was light, so they should have no issue carrying it all back to the boat and finally going home.

Thank Arceus the worst was over. This had been one of the most embarrassing moments of Guzma life, but now he could try and put this all behind-

Riiiiiip.

This couldn’t be happening. One of the flimsy bags broke, its contents falling down onto the ground in front of a group of people who were heading towards the store, a few of them laughing.

“Those all for you, pal?” a young man about Guzma’s age asked.

That was it. He couldn’t take anymore. Someone had to pay for this.

“Hold these for me.” Guzma thrust his bags into the Grunts arms. Not able to handle them all, they fell out of their grasp, but Guzma didn’t care.

“BOSS! NO!”


The sun was setting, it was a quiet, pleasant evening. For once those damn hooligans at Shady House weren’t blaring their music so Nanu decided to sit outside and enjoy one of the few times it wasn’t raining. The sky was colored with gorgeous hues of various reds and oranges.

Nanu couldn’t help cracking a smile at the sight, stroking his Persian’s head as it laid across his lap, purring. Days like this made him hate his life a little less, he even enjoying Acerola’s visit today. It was a shame it couldn’t be like this more often where…

…Of course it wouldn‘t last. Nanu’s prominent frown was back when he knew the tall figure approaching, accompanied by two smaller ones, would be no one other than Guzma. He was back later than usual, Nanu immediately speculating over what kind of mischief he’d been involved in this time.

Completely done with this awful day, Guzma and the Grunts dragged their feet as they slowly made their way back home. Shoulders slumped, eyes drooped, each with various bruises, scrapes, tears and stains on their clothes from the scuffle. One of the Grunts had even managed to lose his bandana, his frown managing to rival Nanu’s

Guzma had managed to beat down those involved in the scuffle mostly by himself, they emerging victorious, but it was a hollow victory, and in the end they were still curriers of products most men wouldn’t want to touch with a ten foot poll.

Guzma was carrying a few in his arms from the bags that got wrecked, Nanu noticing what they were. He kept a straight face as the three past him, Guzma looking at him with murder in his eyes, challenging him to say even one word.

Nanu held his tongue and his pet his cat, continuing to watch the boys until they were finally at the entrance to the large wall that protected their base. It was then that Nanu couldn’t hold it in anymore, laughing harder than he had in years until his eyes began to tear up.


Plumeria had gotten word from the Grunts that Guzma was back, so she was waited in the entryway when he opened the door. Initially she meant to scold him for taking so long, assuming he’d wound up screwing around and wasting time, but could tell in an instant that wasn’t the case.

Guzma dropped the bags on the floor, than digging a bag of cookies out of the supply they’d bought. “I’m takin’ these, but there’s plenty more. I ain’t NEVER doin’ this again and tomorrow I’ll hafta go get some more booze because I’m gonna drink everything I got tonight.”

He and the two accompanying Grunts left the girls to take care of what they’d brought home, the thanks that they received feeling nowhere near enough considering what they’d gone through.
Red Alert
Discovering they're low on an essential supply, Plumeria tasks Guzma with going to buy more. Clueless when it comes to certain sensitive "feminine matters", the Team Skull Boss experiences one of the most humiliating days of his life.
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What Guzma’s dad would tell people is that Guzma ran away from home “without even a word”, that he tried set Guzma straight, but he was the one “who got beat”. He’d never tell the truth of what actually happened when his son left.

Guzma’s father was careful about the times he’d really let his son have it. Guzma returned home one evening to find that his mother was out with friends, leaving just him and his dad at home.

Almost the instant the door shut Guzma’s father approached him, roughly grabbing him by the hair and pulling him down so he could shout into his face, demanding to know where he’d been and what he’d been up to all day.

Guzma hadn’t been doing much in particular, mostly hanging out with Plumeria, but that in itself was a problem. He was young man easing into his twenties and going nowhere in life with no plan as to what he was going to do or even a job. With his dreams of becoming a Trial Captain crushed Guzma had been wandering around aimlessly ever since.

It was about time that came to an end.

“Guzma, what is WRONG with you?! Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is for your mother and I?!” he vented. “Our only child is a complete failure who will never amount to anything!”

He struck Guzma hard in the face, keeping a tight hold on his hair so his son had no choice but to stay put, closing his eyes and grimacing when he was hit again. Guzma could feel a warmth trickling down cheek, knowing that blood had been drawn. It certainly wasn’t the first time, but when his father got this bad he knew it was only going to get worse from here.

“You’re never going to get anywhere training those bugs. I gave you a chance, let you go out on that Island Challenge, and look where it got you. You came home crying because you weren’t good enough. You haven’t done a damn thing since then and- ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME BOY?!” He roared when Guzma seemed to be looking elsewhere, droplets of his spittle landing on his face.

His father pulled his arm back for another punch which was when Guzma caught him completely off guard by giving him a hard shove, making him lose his balance and grip on his son as he staggered back, bumping into the wall.

For a moment Guzma and his father stared at each other in complete and total shock. Guzma looked at his hands for a moment and that’s when it suddenly dawned on him: He was bigger and stronger than his father. He could fight back. He wasn’t the little boy who cowered and cried in corner anymore when his father got angry. His father had to actually pull him down in order to carry out his usual screaming sessions; he didn’t tower over him anymore.

With this realization Guzma’s fear melted immediately into anger. All these years of verbal and physical abuse that he’d endured, that no one would ever listen to and believe him that was happening. It would stop now.

Guzma noticed his father looking at his golf clubs in corner, as if debating if he should make a run for them. Oh yes, those tools that served a more sinister purpose of terrifying his son when he’d threaten him with them, at certain points even bringing them down on his poor son’s body.

“Ya want yer clubs?” Guzma fumed, pure hatred in his eyes. “I’ll get ya yer clubs…”

Guzma stormed over to golf bag, taking out one of the already decrepit from misuse clubs and swiftly bringing the shaft down on his knee to bend it. He threw it aside and brought out another, his dad’s eyes widening in horror when Guzma advanced on him with it.

“HERE’S YER CLUB!” Guzma bellowed, his father bowing his head and covering it with his arms as Guzma swung it as hard has he could, smashing it into the wall directly above him, plaster raining down on his head.

Guzma let go when the toe of the club went through making a hole. He was shaking with rage, his face red and sweating, but he wasn’t done yet. He gripped his father’s collar and at last gave him a solid punch to the face that he felt was well overdue, knocking the man out instantly. It was simple to take out his aggression on a little boy, but picking on someone his own size… That wasn’t so easy for his dad.

Guzma shook out his hand, knuckles throbbing from the strike. He’d been letting his emotions get the better of him, but now the gravity of the situation was setting in. What was going to happen when his father woke up? Obviously nothing good for him. Guzma always knew he had to get himself out of this situation, but he’d intended to have at least an idea of what he’d do.

With his face bruised and battered would Hala finally listen to him now? Understand he wasn’t exaggerating? Guzma shook his head. He’d given up on the old man awhile ago. No one was going to help him, except for… Plumeria!

Her dad should be passed out from the booze around this time. Guzma fled his house at once for hers, Plumeria gasping when she answered the door and saw what state he was in. As she helped tend to his wounds and clean him up Guzma told her what had happened. She listened silently to him, staying quiet for a long while after he had finished.

Although no one was putting their hands on her, Plumeria wasn’t in an ideal situation either. Her mother had taken off years ago leaving her with her alcoholic father who spent most of his days in a drunken stupor. They’d been talking how much they wanted out, to leave and set off on their own to build new lives, and yet they’d lingered out of fear and uncertainty. It seemed now was the time, however. After patching Guzma up the best she could the two gathered a few things and at last were on their way.

It was hard at first. With very little money the two got by challenging other trainers to battle, hoping they’d picked one that was carrying a fair amount of money that wouldn‘t be strong enough to beat them, and sleeping in Pokemon Centers at night.

It didn’t take them long to find others like them who weren’t able to finish the Island Challenge. Hopeless, dejected teenagers who felt they didn’t have a place with anyone and zero self esteem. More and more banded together until they had quite the group, enough to take over Po Town and claim it as their own.

However, with greater numbers meant more mouths to feed. Guzma and Plumeria were skilled as trainers, but their underlings not so much. They committed a few small successful crimes here and there to get extra cash, which was quickly spent to take care of everyone.

Then SHE arrived.

No one could really say just how Lusamine had come to set her sights on Team Skull, Guzma in particular. The likely answer was that she heard of the trouble they were causing, or she could have been somehow keeping an eye on Gladion closer than he realized once he’d left.

Thanks to his standoffish personality Gladion didn’t exactly fit in with Team Skull, but was always welcome and considered to be one of them by Guzma, even if the Grunts didn’t share this sentiment. Considering his age Guzma was greatly impressed by how top notch Gladion was as a trainer and to have the guts to try and make it on his own.

Lusamine wasn’t at all what Guzma expecting, knowing full well she was Gladion’s mother. She was drop dead gorgeous, a snazzy dresser, and… The kindest adult he’d ever met in his life.

She’d heard that Team Skull wasn’t doing so well financially and wanted to help. All she wanted in return was for them to provide any needed mussel from time to time should she need it. Guzma was so strong and capable of a trainer she knew she couldn’t rely on anyone else.

Guzma had been flattered, blushing a little, but quickly switching back into his confident façade, grinning and crossing his arms. They were so hard up on cash “No” wasn’t even an option, and this sounded easy.

Plumeria didn’t like Lusamine from the start. “Did you notice that creepy smile she had?” she asked Guzma after the Aether foundation’s president had left.

Guzma had been oblivious, too busy thinking about how much she’d complimented him. He completely dismissed Plumeria’s opinion, insisting this was the big break that they all needed.

Guzma and Lusamine stayed in close contact, he not hesitating to visit her whenever it was time for her to write out another check. She’d invite him to stay for awhile and chat, giving a big meal while he was there and trying over and over again to convince him to wear some nicer clothes. If it weren’t for the fear of Plumeria or the Grunts thinking he would look stupid, Guzma most likely would have put on whatever she wanted him to.

“Guzma, whatever’s the matter?”

Long into their partnership Guzma had yet to disappoint her, succeeding in even finding and delivering her daughter back to her along with the Cosmog she’d taken. It wouldn’t be long before they’d be able to at last open a wormhole to Ultra Beasts’ world, and yet he was visibly upset. She couldn’t have this now, not when she needed him more than ever.

The two of them were now in private while Cosmog was undergoing the stress that it would need to use its power, Guzma sitting across from her with fists clenched and teeth bared at the table he sat at, not even touching the Tapu Cocoa she’d gotten for him.

“It’s that kid…” Guzma grumbled. “She beat me again…”

“That won’t matter!” Lusamine assured cheerfully. “Soon we’ll have our own beautiful Ultra Beasts and she won’t stand a chance! You were only meant to stall her anyway. Knowing my son you’ll likely get another chance to battle her before we depart and you’re adequately prepared this time, correct?”

“Hmph…” Guzma wasn’t so sure. That kid was raising one heck of a team.

“Guzma…” Lusamine got up and crossed over to behind his back, feeling Guzma stiffen up at once when she wrapped her arms gently around him, resting her arms on his chest. “My dear boy… Everything will OK. You’ve done everything I’ve asked you, so there’s no reason why it won’t.”

Her voice was so soothing, so… Motherly. Guzma relaxed and enjoyed the affection he’d been starved for.

“My sweet Guzma…” She continued. “Such a good boy. I poured all my love into raising my children and look what happened. Gladion ran away and Lillie stole from me. All I ever did was try to be the best mother I could, especially after what happened to their father. They didn’t deserve it but you do, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, ma’am.” Around Lusamine Guzma did his best to try and speak properly and respectfully. She was a woman of much higher class than him and he still felt at times unworthy to be in her presence.

For her to treat him like this now… Gladion and Lillie were a bunch of spoiled brats. How could they ever think once of leaving Lusamine’s side? They may have lost their father, but she’d lost her husband too. They were all she had.

Maybe she had smothered them a bit, but it was understandable. Lusamine was the sort of person who wanted to protect and keep close the things most precious to her. Now, Guzma was one of them, and he’d do his best to keep it that way.

That’s why it hurt. It hurt so damn much when they’d entered the wormhole and it was like he’d never existed. All Lusamine seemed to care about was the Nihilego.

“I don’t care if you were loyal to me or not!”

All this woman truly cared about were her own selfish desires. Guzma understood now what drove Lillie and Gladion to do what they did. He was fool. All this woman had to do was simply take advantage of Guzma looking for adult approval.

In the end Guzma was left humiliated, needing to be rescued by the brat who’d beaten him three times, and returned home feeling lower than dirt. He shrugged off, even got mad at, the warm reception he received upon returning to Shady House.

The cheers, the adoration, even tears being shed to see him again… He didn’t deserve it. He stormed into his room and slammed the door shut, leaving everyone completely baffled over what had happened. The Grunts came to the consensus Guzma had just had a real rough time in that wormhole, needed a good rest, and would be his usual self the next day.

Plumeria knew better. This wasn’t the typical “Guzma Grouchiness”.

She knew it was bad, but Plumeria had never guess it was “disbanding Team Skull” bad. It made sense since they lot their funding, but what upset her is that Guzma didn’t even want to try to figure out something, he just wanted to quit. They’d worked so hard to escape their previous lives and now he was actually suggesting they might have to go back home? She to cleaning up her father’s vomit and he back to his father’s constant abuse? How could he possibly be so defeated and desperate to return to that?

With or without Team Skull Plumeria wasn’t going home and that was where they parted ways. Plumeria was scared… It was the first time Guzma didn’t have her back, but at least a few Grunts who truly saw her as their “Big Sis” were sticking with her. On her own she’d better her place in life and come back for Guzma. She only hoped he could hold on until then.

Returning to his house on Route 2 only added more to the worst moment of Guzma’s life. This was like failing the Island Challenge all over again and returning home with nothing to show for it. He was ashamed, his limbs feeling like led as he barely managed to turn the knob and enter.

His mother was home; at least there was that. She ran to him with hugs and kisses, saying how much she missed him. It should have been nice, but Guzma didn’t feel much of anything. As usual his mother refused to face reality, telling him “I don’t believe for a second what folks have been saying! You would never do anything bad and I know you and your father can forgive one another and get past what happened when you left.”

No… He couldn’t start this all over again, but… It was hopeless.

Then, she came, and Guzma learned that not all angels have wings.



On a downed tree in the woods the two of them sat and Guzma told her everything, finally admitting it was these events that were plaguing his dreams and preventing him from sleeping. The dark circles around his eyes weren’t from eye shadow anymore. Moon had known something wasn’t quite right at his home, but not quite the extent. Lusamine obviously had a few screws loose, even before the Ultra Beast’s poison, but there was no excuse for what she did to Guzma. Moon could feel herself angry thinking about it.

Moon embraced him and Guzma hugged her back, squeezing her a bit too hard, but she said nothing. Guzma was in good hands now. Hala, Kukui, Plumeria, and so many other people knew that he wasn’t really a bad person. No was ever going to hurt him again now they were back in his life.

Guzma wouldn’t have anything more to sleep over and she’d help him to put the past behind him. Moon silently swore it.
Setting him Straight
Guzma hasn't able to sleep at night with memories of the past plaguing him. When Moon takes notice Guzma admits to a childhood of abuse and how there was a lot more to his partnership to Lusamine than meets the eye.
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It was Valentines Day. All around Alola boys in relationships eager to get tokens of affection from their lovers while those who were not anxiously hoped a girl who’d caught their eye shared the sentiment and would confess their feelings along with a Valentine of some sort.

Blessed with androgynous good looks, Ilima was no stranger to be showered with gifts and being desired by individuals of both genders; Valentines Day just increased the volume.

Regardless of his feelings, he always made sure to thank the person for their gifts and seem appreciative. This year was no different, however there was one particular girl whom he hoped would come by to see him: The newcomer to Alola who’d deftly completed his trial with ease and had been such a little darling as well. He couldn’t help but be taken with her.

It quickly dawned on him that spending time at his usual spots may not be the best places to wait for her as more and more girls kept showing up with their gifts to present him. If she were to see that no doubt she’d become discouraged and might even decide not risk giving him anything with so much competition.

With this in mind Ilima waited until at last the crowds died down and tried to figure out the best place on Melemele to keep an eye out for her.


Constantly walking around shirtless, with a well toned body combined with his dancing skills, of course earned Kiawe plenty of admirers. To this he was rather oblivious, often not even realizing it was Valentines when it came around, but this year he was hoping to be thought of by the trainer who had lit a fire in his heart.

So observant to any changes in his carefully choreographed dances and kind enough to give him the heart pounding battle he needed after losing his job. To get anything from her would make this the perfect Valentines day indeed.

It occurred to Kiawe spending the majority of his time around a volcano was not an ideal spot to be given any candy; surely it would melt before he even laid eyes on it! He’d make it easier by waiting and wishing in a much more convenient location.


Having always been shy and keeping to himself, Sophocles wasn’t exactly the sort who garnered any attention on day where confessions of affection were shared. He much preferred to tinker with his gadgets, but this year his mind drifted to thoughts of a trainer whose presence was electrifying every time he was lucky enough to see her.

Molayne couldn’t help noticing his cousin looking so lost in thought, at last getting him to bashfully admit what he was kept thinking about that day. With assurance from the person he treasured most in his life that any girl would be lucky to have him, Sophocles dared to venture outside and make himself better available should he be her guy of choice.


A big hit with the older ladies for being so adorable, Hau’s infectious cheerfulness and all around kind personality still earned him a few female fans around his age. While Lillie was very pretty, and he wanted so badly to be able to protect and take care of her when she was in Alola, he felt closer than ever to his Island Trial friend.

They’d gone through a lot together, toughing out the extra messes they’d been thrown into. Despite being rivals, he still was the weaker of the two, but Hau never felt discouraged nor resentful because of it. He liked having someone his age to admire, look up to, and hoped be as strong as one day.

She never once threw it in his face that she was the Champion or had yet to be defeated by him in Pokemon battles. She treated him as her equal and did all she could to encourage him to keep up his training.

To top it off… Hau had to admit that she was pretty cute. Maybe, just maybe, she liked him a bit more than she let on and she’d let him know today? Hoping for the best, Hau left his house.


With his whole “bad boy” appearance Gladion’s appearance both attracted and intimidated. Most saw his whole angry looking brooding teenager persona instead of that angelic smile that he hid from most people that displayed his true nature.

Although plenty of girls swooned over him, none were brave enough to venture out to Aether Paradise to get better acquainted with him. He was still spending most of his days there making sure they were a legitimate organization with only the best intentions in mind to care for Pokemon, all the while taking care of his mother and doing what he could to aide in her recovery.

Being so busy he didn’t realize what today was initially until he was wished a “Happy Valentines Day!” by Professor Wicke, who’d taken the time to put up a few decorations for the occasion and asked if he had a special little someone.

Gladion had shook his head. Not yet, but… He couldn’t help thinking of the trainer who’d been so strong and brave to help both he and his sister out despite barely knowing them. She forgave instantly how rude he’d been to her in the beginning, only getting upset when he’d said “I know we aren’t friends” and being quick to tell him that wasn’t true.

She really was quite the amazing person. He wouldn’t have given her a Type: Null, after all, if that weren’t case. She’d raised it was just as much care and affection as he would have, getting it to evolve into a Silvally.
He’d never admit it to anyone, but… He wouldn’t mind at all experiencing that level of doting for himself.

Even if she knew where to find him Aether Paradise was a huge building, and she had mentioned she was worried she bothered him by disrupting his work, so Gladion took his leave for the day to venture to a place where he’d be much more approachable.


It was a bit of a surprise to all of the young men when they would up running into each other in Hau'oli City. The cluster of Trail Captains and two distinct trainers really stood out amongst the crowd, the group awkwardly trying to not make eye contact while each wanted to ask each other the same question.

Ilima’s fans still managed to locate him and present them with their gifts, he straining at this point to keep a convincing smile and take them. He really was getting weighed down at this point. He had enough candy to last him the whole years, surely enough cards to fill an entire dresser, and a ridiculous amount of stuffed Poke Dolls holding hearts.

Before any of them worked up the nerve to ask the question they couldn’t help noticing Guzma strolling towards them, breaking off pieces of a large white chocolate heart with bits of chocolate in it to munch on.

“Guzma!” Hau called, making the tall young man come over to them. “YOU got chocolate from a girl?!” he asked in amazement.

Guzma didn’t appreciate the disbelief in Hau’s voice or in the looks of the other boys faces as they stared at him, putting him into a sour mood at once. He knew just how to get his quick revenge, though.

“Yeah,” he answered irritably. “From Moon. She asked me to be her Valentine this year. Wasn’t gonna say “no” to free chocolate.”


That morning…

Initially Guzma wasn’t too pleased to be woken up so early and dragged outside to speak in private to Moon. She was always ridiculously perky and it made him feel even more tired to see her spunky as ever while he glowered down at her with half lidded eyes and a frown.

“So what do ya want?” Guzma asked through a yawn.

“Don’t you know what today is?” Moon asked, Guzma noticing as he was waking up a bit more she was holding something behind her back.

“Tuesday?” Guzma had no idea, nor did he really care, scratching an itch under his arm. He hoped she’d get to the point fast so he could get back into bed; he’d hang out with her later if that’s what she wanted.

“It’s Valentines Day, silly!”

“…So?”

“Soooo…” Moon blushed a little, bringing her hands in front to display a purple envelope and a large heart wrapped in foil. “Will you be my Valentine, Guzma?”

Guzma froze, looking at her in surprise. This kid still managed to say and do things that were completely unexpected and he had no idea how to react to. “Me…? Why…?” Really, him? Of all people?

Moon nodded. “I don’t have a boyfriend, so I figured I’d just give this to a really special guy in my life. I wanted to make sure I’d be the first to give you something, though.” Oblivious to how much Guzma still scared people, still not being on the best terms with Plumeria over what had happened, and how his former Grunts viewed him as being far too good for them, she had no idea she had zero competition. “You’re the best, Guzma, and I’m really happy that we got to friends and you don’t dislike me over anything.”

Guzma smirked. He should be the one saying that to her. “Yeah… Sure… I’ll be yer Valentine.”

“Yay!” A delighted smile lit up Moon’s face as Guzma accepted her card and candy.

Guzma opened up the envelop to get a look at card inside, unable to stop himself from chortling over the message she’d written: Wanna see what your Valentine looks like? Here it is in human form- it’s your girl Moon!

“Good thing ya don’t have a guy right now; yer terrible at writin’ messages,” he teased.

“Mean!” Moon stuck out her tongue; she thought she was being clever. “You’re lucky no one likes me or I’d take it right back!’

“Ya know that ain’t true. Ya should give some guy your age somethin’ too.”

“Huh?” Moon looked at him quizzically. “I really don’t! I’m not elegant like Lillie, cool like Pluermia, or nearly as cute as Lana, Acerola, or Hapu! Even the adults are all so pretty! I’ll never look like Olivia and Professor Wicke-”

Guzma felt his face redden. Was Moon really going to point out one of Wicke‘s most defining features…?

“-looks amazing in glasses! I… I’m just me,” she sulked.

“C’mon, yer plenty cute for your age!” Guzma felt awkward saying such things but hated to see Moon actually looking sad. “I’m sure ya got more admirers than ya know that‘d want to get candy from ya. ‘sides, looks ain’t everything! Ya’ve got more good traits than ya give yourself credit for.”


Moon… Likes…

Older guys?

Tall guys?

Bleached hair?

Tough guys?

Bad fashion sense?


All five of the boys were left with their own ideas and speculations over why in the world Guzma had been Moon’s choice over any of them. Gladion was clutching his right wrist and clenching his teeth, poor Sophocles was so disappointed his shoulders were slumped as he looked down at the ground, Ilima looked about to faint, and the others were equally puzzled.

If Hau hadn’t blown it by ticking off Guzma and encouraging the others to act the same, chances were the former Team Skull Boss might have elaborated a bit more on exactly what had happened. For now he was relishing the reactions and would leave it up to them to figure it out on their own.

“Better luck next year.” Guzma grinned, taking a big bite out of the heart in front of him before he continued on his way.


Completely dejected, all five of the boys slumped home. Their bad moods didn’t last long, however, when each was greeted by either a family member or helper that presented them each with a small bag of friendship chocolates Moon had left to give them. She’d thought about what Guzma said and decided to turn it into a day where she hoped she could spread a little happiness to her male friends, planning to do the same with her female ones on White Day. She may not have anyone yet she wanted to be her significant other, but she had plenty of friends who deserved to know they were special.


“…What do you have in your mouth?” Nanu suddenly became aware that his Persian was chewing at something that she had brought in from outside.

At first the cat was reluctant to give it up, Nanu distracting her with a toy before he quickly slipped it out of her paws. She’d shredded it quite a bit, but he could just make out the sender’s name and message: I hope you have a puuurrrrfect day this Valentines!

With no one but Persian and the Meowths around, Nanu smirked. Moon had managed to bring a little bit of joy to even the more sullen and bitter individuals she knew.
Valentines in Alola
Many of the boys Moon encountered during her adventures wonder who she'll be giving chocolate to this year, hoping it will be them. Just who will Moon's choice be...?
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