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Guzma VS. Salazzle: Round 37
Plumeria released Salazzle from her Ultra Ball, the large lizard taking a moment to stretch before curling up with her trainer. This was truly the life, being pampered and adored, Salazzle happily munching down the Pokebeans Plumeria offered before laying her head across Plumeria’s lap for some pets.
Salazzle was so content that she nearly dozed off, until she saw that it was nearly 1 PM. She got up so abruptly she slightly startled Plumeria, the young woman calling out to her Pokémon as it headed for the door.
“Don’t wander too far today, alright?” Plumeria asked. “That old guy’s probably still mad at you.”
Embarrassment from what had happened earlier that week was still lingering, her cheeks reddening a bit from thinking about it.
The Salazzle gave Plumeria an innocent look. It wasn’t HER fault that Nanu had left his laundry hanging out to dry. She just couldn’t resist yanking it down and rolling in it, somehow winding up wit
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Small Fry
She was so excited it was foolish to think she‘d be able to get even a wink of sleep. She’d just turned eleven, finally old enough to choose a starting Pokemon from the three Melemele’s Island Kahuna Hala had. Being the youngest in her family, she’d been able to see what a Rowlet and Poplio were like from when her brother and sister brought them home.
It had been somewhat of a disappointment because she’d been dying to know what sort of a personality a Litten had, but that just meant she’d get to have the experience of raising one all to herself. An adorable little fire cat… It was absolutely the best of the three by far! By the end of tomorrow she’d have one as her partner to not only train but to pet, feed, groom, and love forever. She couldn’t stop smiling over the idea of rubbing her face in its warm fur and hearing it purr.
Despite laying awake with her thoughts all night she was perky and not bogged down by fatigue in the slig
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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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Batman Wonderland
...So yeah... 

I haven't attempted to draw anything in for sure over 5 years and I never really put in an honest effort because I was so frustrated. Well... Cute twins have wound up changing that.

I always thought Min and Max were dead because of how Two Face Part 2 ended and we never saw them again for 25 years... Until Batman and Harley Quinn!

It breaks my heart these boys got such little screen time so I've decided to pair them up with my TAS OC, Caroline White, AKA the White Rabbit. They decided it was appropriate to dress up as Tweedledum and Tweedledee for Halloween white she dressed in the Disney White Rabbit instead of her usual criminal outfit. 

...Kinda embarrassing to share, but... I dunno... I worked hard on it even if it doesn't show.
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Plumeria released Salazzle from her Ultra Ball, the large lizard taking a moment to stretch before curling up with her trainer. This was truly the life, being pampered and adored, Salazzle happily munching down the Pokebeans Plumeria offered before laying her head across Plumeria’s lap for some pets.

Salazzle was so content that she nearly dozed off, until she saw that it was nearly 1 PM. She got up so abruptly she slightly startled Plumeria, the young woman calling out to her Pokémon as it headed for the door.

“Don’t wander too far today, alright?” Plumeria asked. “That old guy’s probably still mad at you.”

Embarrassment from what had happened earlier that week was still lingering, her cheeks reddening a bit from thinking about it.

The Salazzle gave Plumeria an innocent look. It wasn’t HER fault that Nanu had left his laundry hanging out to dry. She just couldn’t resist yanking it down and rolling in it, somehow winding up with her head stuck in his boxer shorts.

How she’d barely managed to get home from what little she could see out of one of the legs was a miracle. Plumeria had helped her remove it, not even needing to think to realize where she’d gotten the pair of red boxer shorts with a design of cat paw prints on them.

Returning underwear to a cranky man probably in his 50s… That was something Plumeria had never imagined she’s have to go through in her life. He didn’t say much after he snatched them out of her hands and slammed the door shut in her face, but she could tell he was furious.

Down on all fours, Salazzle sauntered out of Plumeria’s room and out into the hall. Once word spread she was out from the first Team Skull member who’d spotted her, the Grunts made sure to keep their distance. Except for Plumeria, no one had fond feelings for this creature. She always seemed to cause trouble and mischief towards anyone she set her sights on.

They didn’t need to worry today. Salazzle had a specific target in mind, making her way down to the first floor of the mansion. She raise her head, tongue flicking out of her mouth to taste the air.
Cheap aftershave, a hint of perspiration, too much testosterone, bitter disappointment about life, a dash of irritability… It was him! And he was in the kitchen! Salazzle danced excitedly around in place; it was just as she expected.

Guzma had gotten wise to her, so she had to get much craftier. Although it was a beverage almost everyone in Shady House wouldn’t say “no” to, no one loved Tapu Cocoa as much as Guzma… Except for a certain venomous lizard.

The problem was Tapu Cocoa was not made with Pokémon in mind, thus not the best thing to give them, so it was never given voluntarily to Salazzle as a treat. Instead, she had to get crafty and find ways to get her claws on it, Guzma her usual target. After winding up with one foot in the grave when she’d drooled poison into his cup once, unbeknownst to him before he’d taken a drink, Guzma was incredibly cautious with his treasured drink nowadays and she hadn’t gotten a taste of it in weeks.

Anytime she was out now Salazzle had looked for opportunities. She’d noticed on Tuesdays, a bit before 1 PM, Guzma would always make himself a cup before taking it up to his room. Now that she’d confirmed this was a routine she was on her way upstairs to the top floor.

She discovered that Guzma had shut the door upon leaving, but this wasn’t an issue; she’d been training and preparing for this day. Standing on her hind legs, Salazzle awkwardly grasped the doorknob in her hands and managed to turn it, sauntering inside and kicking the door back shut behind her. Perfect. She puffed out her chest in pride as she inwardly praised herself with a smug look on her face, but only for just a moment.

Not wasting anymore time she scampered behind Guzma’s chair to hide and wait. It wouldn’t be long now, but the anticipation was killing her, strings of venom dripping from her mouth as she fantasized about drinking that warm, liquid chocolate. Her heart leapt when she heard the door open and close and the cushion groan under Guzma’s weight when he sat down.

Silently and cautiously she peered her bug eyes around the chair to see him using the touch pad on his laptop with his left hand to go to his favorite YouTube channel, Bonkers4Bugz, which was updated once a week by a Bug Maniac. In his right he held the handle to her goal, she simply needing the right opportunity to get it now.

After going to full screen and starting the video, Guzma took a sip of the Tapu Cocoa. He couldn’t wait to see what was going on this week. Had the Bug Maniac succeeded in his attempt of hatching a shiny Caterpie? He was already prepared to type a comment of encouragement if he’d failed again. Then, he gave Salazzle her chance, she springing up with “Gimme gimme!" fingers as he set the cup down on the right chair arm, his eyes not leaving the screen.

Her tongue was inside the cup the moment he set it down, drinking up as much as she could. It was still hot! He’d put in whipped cream! And sprinkles! She relished the taste while keeping a close eye on Guzma, withdrawing at once when he reached for it again. It was time to make a getaway.

Guzma raised up his drink, pausing for a moment when he realized it was lighter than when he’d set it back down. He looked inside the cup to see he treat was suddenly half gone. He then brought it up to his nose, sniffing, and detecting a pungent odor. He knew instantly what had happened, but how…?

Guzma head snapped up when he heard the sound of scratching at the door to see Salazzle desperately messing with the doorknob in an attempt to make her escape. Now that it really mattered, she found herself struggling to get a hold of it.

"YOU!” Guzma shouted.

Salazzle paused, swallowing hard as she turned her heard to see Guzma staring at her with pure rage. She smiled sheepishly and batted her eyes at him, letting out an awkward sounding scream when he started to get up.

This time she succeeding in grasping the knob, throwing the door open.

“YOU CAN OPEN DOORS NOW?!” Guzma exclaimed in disbelief.

The Sazzle dashed out of the room, picking up her pace even more when Guzma threw his favorite mug at her without thinking. It was a narrow miss, she turning just in time to avoid the hit. Realizing what he’d done Guzma bellowed in anger before he took off after her.

They’d had confrontations before when Salazzle had been cheeky around Guzma, where she had stood her ground and made him back off, but she knew better this time. She could sense his murderous intent, he confirming it when she heard him threaten to skin her alive.

“I’LL TURN YOU INTO A WALLET, A PAIR OF SHOES, AND A BELT IF THERE’S ANYTHING LEFT!”

Guzma continued his tirade as he gave chase, astounded by how fast the Salazzle could actually move.

Plumeria’s room had never seemed father away. The Salazzle knew she was absolutely dead if she couldn’t make there where she’d be protected. Guzma’s footsteps were pounding behind her; there was no way she’d be able to completely lose him so staying at least ahead of him was her only chance.

A worried thought struck Salazzle that maybe Plumeria wouldn’t be there, so relief coursed through her entire body when she saw that the door was not only open but Plumeria was still inside, adjusting her Poke Doll collection.

“Wh…!” Plumeria was startled when she suddenly felt Salazzle clawing at her pants’ leg frantically, wanting back in her Ultra Ball.

“PLUMES!” they both heard Guzma shout. “IS SHE IN YOUR ROOM?!”

Salazzle got even more desperate, clawing Plumeria to the point where it was getting painful. Without answering Guzma she gave Salazzle a piercing look before she returned the Pokemon and quickly set her Ultra Ball out of sight just as Guzma appeared in her doorway.

“Where the hell is she?” Guzma asked, looking around.

“Who?” Plumeria asked calmly.

“That damn lizard! I saw her come this way!”

“I haven’t seen her for a little while. What happened?” Plumeria listened to Guzma explain what had just occurred minutes ago; it was no wonder that Salazzle was in such a state of panic, but it really was the Pokemon’s fault. She kept doing things like this and a person like Guzma could only take so much. Still, from how red Guzma’s face was, and how hard he was breathing, it was best to let him calm down before her saw her again. “She must be hiding somewhere, then.”

“Dammit!” Guzma was positive this is where she was headed, tearing at his hair in frustration for a moment. He left to continue his search, Plumeria hoping that he’d give up and let this go soon.

In the meantime, Plumeria knew she had some brainstorming to do. She didn’t want to keep Salazzle cooped up in her Ultra Ball, but something had to be done to prevent her from being such a terror when allowed to roam.


Two days later Guzma found Plumeria in the kitchen, stirring a brown, chocolate smelling liquid in a pot.

“What’cha makin’, Plumes?” He asked as he stood next to her.

“I found some chocolate that’s safe for Pokemon,” she answered. “I’m mixing in some berries that Salazzle likes as well. I thought if I could make something that tastes as good as your Tapu Cocoa that would at least eliminate one of her problems.”

“Yo, that’s a great idea!” Guzma genuinely hoped it would work. While his desire to do some terrible things to that Pokemon had died down he didn’t want to live in fear she’d be around somewhere stalking him whenever he wanted his favorite drink.

“I really hope she likes it.” Plumeria turned off the stove, reaching for a mug she bought that had various types of cold blooded Pokemon on it. “Isn’t this cute? And I got this for you.” She held up a brand need Spinarak mug for Guzma to see. It was the exact same as the one he’d destroyed.

Guzma smiled. “Thanks, Plumes. Hey… Where’s Salazzle? Why don’t I bring her this?”

“I think that would be a nice gesture,” Plumeria agreed, impressed and proud to see Guzma acting so mature by trying to make peace.

Salazzle was lounging on a sofa, her body stretched out and hogging the entire thing. She got up at once with a startled look on her face to see Guzma walk in.

“Here.” Guzma set the mug down on the floor and took a few steps back, crossing his arms. “You better like this. This is what you’re getting instead of MY Tapu Cocoa.”

Salazzle looked at Guzma quizzically for a moment before slithering off the couch and over to the mug. She eyed the liquid curiously before bringing her head down and flicking her tongue above it. After thinking to herself a moment she tried a little. She made a happy sound before she shoved her face into the mug, drinking it all up within seconds.

“Good?” Guzma asked.

The Salazzle seemed to be smiling as she looked up at him and nodded, trusting Guzma enough now not to worry when he crouched down to her level.

“Well guess what?” Guzma asked, Salazzle cocking her head to the side in response. “I spit in that before I gave it to you, you little shit.”

Salazzle recoiled and made a noise in disgust, sticking out her tongue and wiping it with her hand as Guzma laughed at her.

“How do you like it? Not so fun when…”


Plumeria jumped when the loud beeps of the smoke detectors went off; she was shocked that the batteries inside of them even worked. However, this mansion was large, so figuring out where the fire was might be… A realization suddenly hit her.

“…Oh no.”

Sure enough, when Plumeria reached the room where she’d left Salazzle, Guzma was sulking outside of it with his jacket noticeably absent, sitting down so a female Grunt could dab disinfectant on some cuts to his face.

Salazzle was close by, tears in her eyes, allowing another Grunt to help bandage up injuries done to her tail.

Inside the room were two Grunts with fire extinguishers and a few more with buckets of water just in case. A white mist was drifting out of the room now, and there was a burning smell, but it seemed the fire had been put out.

“Guzma…” Plumeria only got his name out, really not wanting to ask for the details, she feeling a massive migraine coming on.

“We’re even,” Guzma muttered. “…Almost…” He glared at Salazzle out of the corner of his eye.
Guzma VS. Salazzle: Round 37

Salazzle is Plumeria's favorite Pokemon that she loves dearly... A sentiment not even remotely shared by anyone else who's met the Pokemon. Many have fallen victims to her mischief, but Guzma in particular seems to suffer from her antics.

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She was so excited it was foolish to think she‘d be able to get even a wink of sleep. She’d just turned eleven, finally old enough to choose a starting Pokemon from the three Melemele’s Island Kahuna Hala had. Being the youngest in her family, she’d been able to see what a Rowlet and Poplio were like from when her brother and sister brought them home.

It had been somewhat of a disappointment because she’d been dying to know what sort of a personality a Litten had, but that just meant she’d get to have the experience of raising one all to herself. An adorable little fire cat… It was absolutely the best of the three by far! By the end of tomorrow she’d have one as her partner to not only train but to pet, feed, groom, and love forever. She couldn’t stop smiling over the idea of rubbing her face in its warm fur and hearing it purr.

Despite laying awake with her thoughts all night she was perky and not bogged down by fatigue in the slightest. There with her family, two other kids, and a few spectators, the next day she got onto the center stage with excitement, looking at the precious little Pokemon that sat before her. She knew this step well. All that needed to happen now was for Litten to accept her as its trainer. These Pokemon had always been so thrilled about being chosen it usually happened within seconds that they’d bound up to their trainer to be picked up.

As her heart pounded her gaze remained transfixed on the Litten who sat only a few feet away, washing its face. It seemed in no hurry as it lazily licked its paw, then moving on to give itself a good scratch to the side. It then decided to take a look at the girl standing before it, giving her a look up and down.

Cats were always meticulous about cleaning; it probably want to look its best. The girl was now on pins and needles, ready for the cat to come forward so she could scoop it up. She gave the Litten a sweet smile, wanting to show it she’d be a kind trainer and ease any apprehensions it might have.

The Litten was completely unimpressed. It gave the girl a haughty look before it stuck up its nose, turned, and promptly made its way off the stage. It never even thought of turning back or reconsidering. This girl had nothing it was looking for.

“W-what…?” The girl was stunned, there were gasps, even Hala had never seen anything like this before in all his years although he knew it was always a possibility.

…Then came the snickers, laughter, and barely hushed comments. The girl couldn’t help falling to her knees in disbelief. She’d been rejected. This Pokemon, whom she’d been longing to have since she was five years old, wanted nothing to do with her.

Her parents on the sideline seemed at a loss, shushing her giggling sister and brother while it was Hala who stepped up to help her stand and take her out of the spotlight.

“You did nothing wrong,” Hala tried to assure her. “It was little Litten who was not yet ready to have a trainer. That one seems to have a much more prideful and arrogant streak; I don’t think it would have accepted anyone. You can come back and try again.”

‘Try again’…? Risk the same thing happening and face that humiliation once more? Hala had always been overly nice; he’d never be honest if she were the problem and just not good enough for any Pokemon.

Once the shock wore off the sadness hit. It felt as though her body had become filled with led and a floodgate opened as tears ran down her cheeks. This was supposed to be her big day. She was supposed to be going home with a Litten. She’d already bought it toys and a little bed to sleep in when they were at home and not training or undergoing Trials. Now they’d just be a waste of her allowance and a painful reminder of her failure. She let out a cry of rage when she threw it all into the trash.

This would be something she’d never be able to escape from. This was far too much of a rare, practically unheard of, occurrence for people to forget so easily. Of course those who’d witnessed it couldn’t keep it to themselves and the girl’s misfortune was either met with sympathy or ridicule. If her siblings got upset with her, they’d throw it in her face that she was the “loser without a Pokemon”. Her parents seemed embarrassed about it as well, she overhearing a conversation they had with neighbors when they thought she was wasn’t around.

As she was nearing twelve it became far too much. Everyone in her little village just defined her by what happened; it wouldn‘t go away. When word spread about a group of “hooligans” forming that had failed their Island Challenges and become the black sheep of their families as well it immediately got her attention.

“Team Skull” they were called. A bunch of teenagers older than her who were bothering folks all over Alola whether it be stealing, vandalism, disturbing the peace, or any other acts of disruption. She’d only seen a bit of them once, being chased out of Pokemart for trying to swipe some of their wares.

From what she’d seen, they seemed scary. The girls’ and boys’ outfits differed a bit from each other but they all looked intimating with their aggressive movements, bandanas covering their mouths like bandits, and their glimmering silver chains that made sure no one could mistake where they came from.

Still, it was their comradery that caught her eye during that moment. After taking a harsh blow to the back of the head from a bottle of Repel the angry shop keeper had thrown one of the Team Skull boys had stopped dead in his tracks, knocked a bit senseless from the hit, but another boy had run back to keep him going before he could be apprehended. She’d heard them all be referred to as “failures” in one form or another. Maybe she’d be able to fit right in.

The final push was when the latest batch of kids a year younger than her got their starters and she saw that very same Litten curled up and purring on a girl’s lap as its chin was scratched. She packed up her things and ran away during the night. She couldn’t take it. She couldn’t be in the same place and risk seeing that stupid cat adoring its apparently much more worthy trainer. These Team Skull people were her only option. She’d heard about where they liked to hang out. One way or another she’d get there, no matter what.

The girl made it as far as Route 15 with the help of kindly passerby’s and trainers lending her a hand to get through any obstacles. She’d been using the fib that she urgently needed to visit a sick friend and everyone was too busy to help her get there. Now, however, no lie would be clever enough to convince anyone to take her to Po Town.

It wasn’t fair… She’d traveled so far and her goal was so close. All that seemed to be in her way now was a large body of water that would probably be a huge mistake to try and swim through without knowing exactly how far away her destination was.

“Hey, kid!”

She jumped when she heard a man’s urgent voice, turning to face him.

“That Team Skull is around here again. You’d better run home or else they might hurt you,” he warned.

She nodded in response, then watching him walk away towards his own house. Her hands tightened around her bag. She was out of food and the tiny bit of money she had was long gone. Returning home was impossible even if she wanted to. She headed back towards the town, swallowing her fear. Team Skull wouldn’t really do anything to a harmless kid carrying nothing of value… Would they?

It didn’t take long for her to spot them. Hooting and hollering about being a part of “Team Skull”, doing their threatening gangster-like walks and poses… They were making themselves known as they look around for anything of interest in the area.

Then the girl spotted her, a woman who looked to be in her later teens standing coolly and calmly, watching while all this was going on. She was dressed differently than the others with pink and yellow hair jutting out from skull barrettes. Her top was a simple black one with an x design near the bottom to show of a painted on S on her abdomen, leading way to long black pants with white triangle shapes. Her skull pendant was smaller than the others, but with looks like that, she didn’t need anything flashy. A prominent mix of white and black eye shadow, that stern frown… Despite looking so scary the girl couldn’t help but think this young woman was also quite beautiful, deciding she was the one she should try talking to.

Timidly, cautiously, the girl approached. Surely they wouldn’t instantly attack someone who obviously posed no threat, right? On her way over the woman spotted her, but she stopped in her tracks only a for a moment before continuing on. This felt like she was being tested all over again and she refused to screw this up.

“A-Alola…” the girl said awkwardly, raising her hand in greeting, unable to think of anything else better to say, aware that some of the other members were now looking at her now too. “I… I um… I want to join Team Skull!” She flinched when she heard a few of them laughing. That sound was so painful now it was nearly unbearable.

“Be quiet,” the young woman commanded, the noise ceasing at once. It seemed that she was in charge here. “How old are you?”

“Twelve.”

“I thought so. You’re way too young; what we do can get rough, so just go back home to your parents.”

“I can’t! Please!” she cried desperately. “You have to let me in! I can’t go back there after what happened!”

The woman placed a hand on her hip. “I’m listening.”

She’d never told it herself before; it was always other people who spread the story around. Having it come from her own lips… It was as if she were back there again, recalling every single detail of when that Litten turned its back on her and walked away. Tears stung her eyes, she felt sick from her misery. If they were to laugh again now she’d surely…

There was silence. A long, comforting silence. They were all gathered around looking at her now, but it was pity. None of the Grunts thought what had happened to her was funny. Even their leader was looking at her differently.

“OK,” she finally said after a silent debate with herself, her posture relaxing. “You’re in. My name is Plumeria; I’m going to be your big sister from now on.” She offered up a little smile.

“Are you sure?” the girl next to her asked. “What if the Boss…?”

“She’s cute and I like her.” Once Plumeria’s mind was mind up there was no changing it. “If Guzma had a problem he’ll just have to deal with it.”

It seemed that was that. She was clueless about this “Guzma”, but she already liked Plumeria. She stayed close by her side as she was taken to where they’d hidden their boat, a male Grunt guarding it. All he needed to hear was that she was a “new recruit”, and not a hostage, to become welcoming and friendly. It was interesting to see how Team Skull was crude and violent to outsiders but warm to their fellow members.

She was taken to Po Town, an area that had been ravaged by an angry island guardian and completely taken over by Team Skull. It was a spooky, broken down area in an eternal state of rain that most would be foolish to wander onto. Upon entering the dilapidated mansion known as “Shady House” she was given no trouble. Anyone Plumeria liked was instantly OK in an Grunts‘ book. They were all surprised by how young she was, but that only made some of them want to protect her rather than think she’d be a burden on them.

The transition was easier than she’d ever imagined. Plumeria introducing her, getting a uniform in which the smallest size was still too big, but she managed, and figuring out where she was going to sleep. She’d be pretty useless without a Pokemon, but they’d figure something out.

“…But you do have to meet Guzma,” Plumeria said now that was all out of the way. “It’s better he knows about it now when I’m with you.”

She was guided up to Guzma’s room, a guard that usually asked for three passwords moving away from the front of a door instantly to allow her and Plumeria entry. Inside, sunken down on a large purple chair, sat the largest, most intimidating man the girl had ever seen. Although his outfit and appearance matched the Team Skull motif, his was much flashier and attention grabbing with those glasses, gold chain, and fluffy dyed white hair.

He sat up when Plumeria entered, eyes that looked sunken in due to the dark makeup around them glaring at the young girl. “Who’s the runt?” he asked gruffly. “Why’s she wearin’ our gear?”

“I said she could be one of us,” Plumeria answered calmly.

“That so?” Guzma got to his feet and walked over to look at the girl more closely, completely towering over her. This man was already big, but to a child he seemed like a giant, she trying not to quake in her shoes when he placed his hands on his hips and bent down to get in her face. “Ya think yer hard enough to be in Team Skull?”

“I… I…” No. She wasn’t. Not by a long shot. This group was just the only one she could turn to after becoming a laughingstock, but no way could she say ‘I wanted to be with fellow losers’.

Plumeria spoke up for her, making Guzma straighten back up to his slouch upon getting his attention. It had taken so much out of her Plumeria knew sharing her story a second time would be too much and Guzma didn’t have any sympathy for weak criers.

This was a new one. Guzma had heard all sorts of sob stories about how his Grunts failed the Island Challenge in various ways, were terrible at training their Pokemon, or came up short in other ways. To be beaten down before even having a chance to start… Now that was rough. He had to admit that.

“Guess ya can stay here,” Guzma relented with a shrug. “I ain’t gonna baby you just cuz yer the youngest, though. Got it?

“Yes… Boss?” She tried out.

Guzma smirked.


It was a match like peanut and butter and jelly. Suddenly everything was so fun, waking up in the morning with no worry of who was going to tease her that day and staying up way past her bed time to watch movies (some even R rated!) or play video games with her fellow Grunts. It was a loud, rowdy, and messy household but she loved it. All that she was known for her ewas being the shortest and youngest, earning her the name “Small Fry”.

While it seemed a tad condescending at first, it was always said with plenty of affection, even Guzma himself using it when he spoke to her.

While everyone was nice, it was Plumeria she took a shine to. This woman was everything she wanted to be and more. Strong, confident, cool, and not afraid of anything. She looked out for every single person here and still managed to be the second best trainer after Guzma.

The girl followed Plumeria around like a Ducklett would its mother as much as she could, learning all about her and trying to emulate her style. Plumeria would never let on, but she was flattered by just how much the girl looked up to her and always seemed to soak up every word she spoke. One night she even let the girl have a sleepover in her room and they stayed up most of the night talking.

She just had to be like Plumeria when she grew up. She was determined. She realized, however, it would be impossible to do so without a Pokemon. She would be stuck being dependant without a team she could use to battle with.

Despite what happened, she still was drawn to fire types, and Plumeria’s Salazzle was too amazing. She had to have one.

“Please, Big Sis!” she begged the Team Skull Admin one day. “I want a Salazzle more than anything! Can you help me catch one? Then I can start making my own team and be able to battle anyone with you! Pleasepleaseplease!” She knew she sounded bratty, but she didn’t want Plumeria to think for even a second she wasn’t serious.

Plumeria smirked a little. Of course she wasn’t going to turn her cutest little sister that idolized her so. “They evolve from Salandits, but only female ones. They can be hard to find, but we’ll try looking for one tomorrow.”

The girl cheered. “Thank you, Big Sis! You’re best! No one’s as cool as you are!”

“‘No one’, huh, Small Fry?” a sleepy, deep male voiced asked from behind her.

Despite it being nearly 3 PM she turned to see Guzma looking down at her with half lidded eyes, wearing nothing but a black robe, keeping his purple boxers hidden underneath. He held a mug filled with Tapu Cocoa in it, yawning before he took a long swig of it.

“Of course you’re cool too, Boss!” she quickly corrected. “Super cool! The coolest of the-”

“Did you just get up?” Plumeria interrupted, annoyed, then looking with Guzma in disgust while he wiped the brown mustache the hot liquid had left away from his top lip.

“Yeah?” He didn’t see what the problem was. “Ain’t got nothin’ goin’ on.”

“Then tomorrow you’re going Salandit hunting with us. Otherwise you’ll just do the same thing and sit around playing video games all day.”

“I don’t wanna-”

“R-really?!” the girl’s eyes were shining, her hands clasped as she looked at the two people responsible for giving her a new start and family. “Both of you… Helping someone like me?” She couldn’t help tearing up.

“…Dammit…” Guzma sighed.

“Be sure to set your alarm,” Plumeria instructed, smirking at him. “We’re getting up bright and early.”

Guzma groaned. There was no getting out of this now and he knew Plumeria would barge in and drag him out by his ankles if he dared to try and sleep in.


The next morning the girl pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t still dreaming, that this was really happening as she followed behind Plumeria and Guzma, the large man dragging his feet as fatigue still lingered. He was absolutely not a morning person, nor was he looking forward to searching for a rare female Salandit in a scorching hot volcanic park all day. They’d better find one fast.

“Thank you both so much again!” she said as the neared the boat.

“Ya only said that about eighty times now,” Guzma remarked. “Don’t thank us until we find one. Might not happen.”

“Oh…” Her shoulders slumped.

“And if it doesn’t we’ll be back at it again another day,” Plumeria was quick to assure.

Guzma scowled. He just had so much to look forward to it seemed.

Wela Volcano Park was their best shot at finding one, anyone who was visiting quickly running in the opposite direction when they saw the two powerful figureheads of Team Skull approaching. This worked out well for them, now having the entire place to themselves to search.

“Look!” the girl pointed excitedly at a Salandit that was scurrying along. “There’s one!”

“It’s a boy,” Plumeria dismissed immediately. “They’re all over, but it’s less than a thirteen percent chance of finding a girl.”

“That low?” Hearing the actual odds made this seem impossible.

Plumeria nodded. “So lets get started.”

The trio searched and searched, shooing any males they found in hopes of keeping them away while they attempted to find an ever elusive female. As hours went by in the heat Guzma actually took off his jacket for once, grumbling how she should just settling for a male, but Plumeria shushed him.

More and more irritated, Guzma’s complaining got even louder about being too hot and insisting they give up. The odds of finding one were just stupidly low, he positive they wouldn’t find one any faster with or without him. Having enough of his attitude, Plumeria paused in her search to scold him for being grouchy.

The girl stopped as well to stare at the two of them, her feelings of joy and immense excitement giving way to know that it was because of her they were arguing now. Feeling completely deflated she approached them.

“Big Sis, Boss?” said apologetically. “I… I’m really sorry. I… By now I should’ve known I wasn’t meant to have a Pokemon. It was silly of me to make you guys come out here.”

This was met with two completely different reactions. Plumeria fought the urge to hold her and tell her they’d get a Salandit if it was the last thing they’d do while Guzma saw it as proof they should go home, which only amplified the bickering.

Upon seeing she’d only made it worse, the girl withdrew to sit on a rock, sighing. Why did she think that anything would ever go right for her? Guzma and Plumeria were blunt and teased each other sometimes, but they were never at each others throats like this; they always seemed like such a good pair to the point she’d wondered if they were dating.

Her moping was interrupted by her stomach growling. They hadn’t taken a break to eat anything… She pulled a small granola bar out of her pocket, the wrapper crinkling as she opened it up before bringing it to her mouth.

Rustle.

“HUH?!”

Upon feeling something nudge her leg she looked down to see smug, reptilian face staring up at her granola bar with longing eyes. Poison was dripping like drool from its mouth from how badly it wanted a bite.

“Guzma, this is so important to her!” Plumeria was so frustrated Guzma didn’t seem to care one bit about that. He could be so selfish.

“Big Sis?” the girl asked cautiously.

“Yeah, well, disappointment is a part of life. Kid’s gotta learn that.” Guzma was positive he was teaching a difficult, but valuable lesson in the long run.

“Boss?” she tried him this time, but her voice was much too quiet.

“I think she’s already had plenty of that and you could try a little harder.” Plumeria wasn’t giving up on this. They still had some time and he wasting it.

“Big Sis?” She tried again, a bit louder.

“Sometimes it’s just better to give up on somethin’ that just ain’t gonna happen. We been tryin’ long enough. Look how bad we’re all sweatin’!” It was miserable out. All of them were uncomfortable. What was there to debate about?

“Hey, Boss?” Not even a meek tug to his sleeve got his attention.

“Fine, but YOU tell her we’re all coming back tomorrow to look again.” That’s the only compromise Plumeria was willing to make.

“Big Sis, would you please-” She was so frustrated they were too engaged with each other to stop for even a second.

“Hell no!” Guzma shouted with a wave of his arms. “You two can do what ya want, but I’m done with this.”

“BOSS! BIG SIS!” She finally got up the courage to shout at the top of her lungs.

“WHAT?!” Much harsher than they intended, Plumeria and Guzma each baked as they finally turned to give the little Grunt the attention she was trying so hard for. Their jaws immediately dropped.

There she stood, looking up at them with innocent eyes as she held a Salandit in her arms that was merrily chewing the last of the majority of the granola bad the girl had given her. It seemed to be quite content within her grasp, its tail swishing happily. It wasn’t just any Salandit, however. It was female. But still that wasn’t all… She had a white body.

“Why is this one a funny color?” the oblivious girl asked. “Is it sick or something? It just let me pet it and pick it right up after I fed it.”

Her two superiors were stunned for a moment, only able to stare.

“Guzma…” Plumeria whispered, gently elbowing his side.

“I got ya.” He handed Plumeria an Ultra Ball, thinking the lizard would be less likely to take off if a smaller, less imposing person approached.

“Here,” Plumeria said getting only as close as she needed, as she held out the Ultra Ball towards the girl. “Just try it and see what happens.”

The girl accepted the Ball, taking it and giving the Salandit a gentle tap. The Pokemon went into and she held the shaking Ultra Ball in her hands with anticipation. One shake… Two shakes… Three shakes… The Ball sat motionless. She looked over at Plumeria and Guzma, wondering if this meant what she thought it did.

“You did it!” Plumeria congratulated.

“Way to go, Small Fry!” Guzma, his mood completely changed, whooped as he approached her and affectionately mussed up her hair. “So what’s next? Ya gonna train her? Try and catch more?”

“I’m going to get real strong, find that girl the Litten chose, and kick that stupid cat’s ass in a Pokemon battle!” She announced, full of determination. “I’ll show it!”

Guzma voiced his hearty approval while Plumeria asked the girl where she’d learned how to talk like that, realizing she should’ve known when she glanced over at Guzma. Of course he’d still curse like a sailor in front of a kid.

“So why does it look different?” she asked again.

“It happens sometimes but it‘s incredibly rare,” Plumeria explained. “For you to find not only a female Salandit, but for it to be shiny… There’s no way anyone else in Alola has one.”

“So it’s valuable?”

“Very.”

The girl looked down at the Ultra Ball with a thoughtful expression before she smiled sadly. “So we could sell it for a lot… Boss, Big Sis… You guys should take-”

Plumeria shook her head. “No way. Come on, lets go home an celebrate. Everyone is going to go crazy when they see what you caught.”

“She’s right though, Plumes,” Guzma whispered as they walked back to the boat.

“I don’t care,” Plumeria snapped. “We’re getting by. Ask that Aether President for more money if you have too.”

“Hmph…” Guzma sulked. He didn’t have it in him to take it away from the kid when she kept looking at the Ultra Ball fondly and almost crying. It reminded him of when he’d finally gotten his hands on Wimpod, making him smile a little. She really did earn this.

Back at Shady House she proudly showed off her Salandit, the lizard thrilled with the attention and showing off its Dragon Rage a little too closely in some cases. She seemed to already genuinely like her trainer, thinking anyone who so easily gave up their food like that must not be a bad person.

“Hey,” Plumeria said once the excitement died down and she got the girl alone. “Crash in my room tonight.”

Of course the girl eagerly agreed.

It wasn’t just for fun and some girl talk this time. Plumeria had something very serious to discuss, she sitting on the side of her bed, the girl joining her with her Salandit in her lap. She just couldn’t return it to its Ball again yet.

“You’ve got a really special shiny Salandit there and you deserve it. It’s almost unheard of for a Pokemon to just let itself be captured like that.” Plumeria was going to make certain this girl funny understood her achievement and to be proud of herself. “You’ll prove to that Litten what a mistake it made and show everyone in your home town what you’re made of. I know you will.”

“Yes!” She agreed, fired up. “Plus I’ll make you and the Boss proud! Whatever you guys want me to do, I’ll-”

“No,” Plumeria interrupted, a much bigger idea in mind. “I want you to try the Island Challenge. You’ve still got your amulet, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but…” This had come out of nowhere.

“I know you’re nervous, but you had some really bad luck at the start and weren’t even given a chance.”

She looked down and stroked her new Pokemon‘s head. “What if I fail?”

“You’re always welcome back here. In fact, we’ll see you again either way, because the old guy in the police station is the Kahuna of this island.”

“I’m scared…” She raised the Salandi up over her shoulders to hug it, the Pokemon making happy sounds as it stayed put, wanting to comfort her trainer.

“I get that.” Plumeria placed a hand on her shoulder. “Team Skull always has your back, though. If you ever run into trouble we’ll come get you. If you’re tough enough to hang with us those Trial Captains will never know what hit them.”


Plumeria understood it would take some time for her to think it over and decide. While Plumeria didn’t want to push her, at the same time she’d feel like a failure as a “Big Sister” if she didn’t try and guide this girl in the right direction.

That’s why Plumeria was overjoyed later in the week when the girl told her she’d give it a shot, assuring her it was the right thing to do and not letting on she’d miss having her shadow that always smiled up at her whenever she turned around. Although he’d never let on, Guzma was even surprised at the slight pang of sadness he felt to hear she was leaving.

The next day every single member of Team Skull was there to wish her good luck and bid her a fond farewell. Dressed in plain clothes, but still carrying around her Team Skull pendant for good luck, the girl was ready to set off.

After promising Guzma she’d make them proud, and a long hug from Plumeria, the girl turned and started on her journey to finish the rite of passage that had eluded her a year ago. With the support and well wishes from a truly unusual source she felt confident she’d be able to do it.

“I did a good job raisin’ that kid,” Guzma commented, he and Plumeria lingering outside Shady House longer than the other Grunts.

Plumeria scoffed. “She was only here for four months.”

“She left in one piece, didn’t she?”

“You nearly knocked her tooth out with a Wii controller.”

“That wasn’t my fault!”

Plumeria laughed, leaning against Guzma, who put an arm around her shoulders. She already missed the Grunt who’d truly become her little sister and hoped she’d see her again soon. Whether she returned overwhelmed and unable to complete her goal, or to try and defeat Nanu, she’d be welcomed with open arms.
Small Fry
After a shocking event that seems to have crushed her dreams before she ever had a chance to fulfill them, a young girl runs away to join Team Skull. What she find there is an unexpected family that just may give her the confidence she needs to not give up on herself just yet.
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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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