Shroomsworth clenched his stomach gingerly. ”O-oh drat.. o-oh dear it appears I have a case of the rumbles” He mummbled. Not now. He knew those berries were bad, but they were the only ones that we’re remaining in the pantries. Now they we’re recking havok on his stomach like a whirling wind that blew through the sands of his stones. The pressure was building. He had to release the pain that was building else risk explosion to the world arround him. The breloom’s monocle began to slip off his face like the tears of his sorrow, clattering on the ground with a reverbating blast. ”I must release my pain!” He exclaim
A little came out first, a small squeak like a tiny ratata being found to be munching cheese only to run away. Speaking of cheese, he was cutting it. He didn’t want to, but have youve haddent have bad berries like this. It probably smelt like cheese as it wafted in the air like warm apple pie on a good day in tao. But more was to come.
But before he could release more, there eere voice The breelom could’nt be caught like this. He tried in vain to recompose himself, but as he tried to reach for his monocle to put it on his magnificent head, the pokemon voiced in behind him. It was mike. ”Did you say something” The high pitched voice of the charmander cut through him like the knife through the warmest and stinkiest of cheeses. He could not hold back anymore.
With a groan that shuddered the walls with his resolute and his once proper form, the breloom began to expell gas like a water pokemon’s hydropump. Relief washed him as the pain of his stomach began to wash away, but something was wrong. He felt… warm. As if a cozy fire was just was set for him to enjoy a fine tea. Like jasmine? earl grey? No these were not pungent enough. Gunpowder tea. Unbestown to the grass type, the charmander’s tail sparked the volitile expulsion that eminated from the proper gentleman’s rump. A clear flame erupted behind the Shroomsworth fellow, arching out several feats as it scorched the air behind it. It was the flames that was magnificent, supple and strong, roaring and crackling in the cool nightime air of tao.
Then as soon as the flames of his stomach resided, there was silence. Not a word was spoken. Was the breeloom found out? Was his embarrasing stomach problems revealed all to be seen by the other guild members? Would he ever regain his composure after expelling such a thing from his body? The shame of it all. Shroomsworth could only stand there, rigid, as if staring in the face of Arceus, the creator, himself.
It was then then the purple kecleon rose to her feet, pushing the breelom’s tail aside. Her maginficent and powerful eyebrows; the eyebrows that ruled the kingdom of tao and all those who lived in it without question. Those brows that made her the kecleon she was today… were singed. Smoldering with embers of the firey discharge. She would never be the same again. For today, she could only feel down-winded of her defeat, smelling of egg
THE END
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story by wind, comic idea by naki