#boneafideguardsman

sun:do you believe optimism is always good?

Bullies came in all shapes and forms, but the general consensus of educational programming was that they were big and ugly. Boy, they certainly didn’t get bigger and uglier than the monstrosities that were menacing the cityfolk. As the defender of all the little nerds, Bo-bobo, who was currently masquerading as Cool Cat, couldn’t let their pranks slide. Flooding a sector with poisonous gas was totally not cool.

Bo-bobo could feel his nosehairs itching to get out, but were constricted by the disguise. Now that the previous threat of the locals was neutralize, he was able to unleash his inner beast. Bo-bobo grabs hold of his Cool Cat costume and completely tears it apart. His nosehairs zip out of his nostrils as he lets out a mighty battle cry.

“Time for this Cool Cat to let out his claws! Bullies beware Bo-bobo’s brutal beatings!”

Bo-bobo plucks one of his nosehairs out of his nostril and begins tying it into a makeshift lasso. He begins twirling it above his head, his eyes trained on the neck of the mighty beast. According to several sources that may or may no exists, no one wrangled ‘em quite like Bo-bobo. With impeccable accuracy and unparalleled might, Bo-bobo threw the nosehair lasso at the Reaper...

...Only for it to unceremoniously fall not too far from him. What did you expect? The Reaper isn’t anywhere close to him.

“Damn, my one weakness! Depth perception!”

Bo-bobo rushed to retrieve the lasso, but skid to a halt when he noticed mechanical beasts begin to crowd toward him. Bo-bobo steeled himself and his nosehairs for an ensuing fight, but the numbers were concerning. He needed a trusted ally...That’s when he noticed a skeleton in fashionable attire walk by.

Agrizoophobia: Our muses encounter a wild animal.

Hunting could be a dangerous and arduous hobby. One could never be sure if their next encounter with a ferocious beast could be their last. Of course, one could derive a sort of daredevil excitement from the looming threat. With an Elmer Fudd-style hunting cap precariously balanced on his ‘fro, Bo-bobo set out in the wild yonder with hunting buddy in tow, ready to take on whatever dangers lied ahead.

“Alright, Papyrus,” Bo-bobo says in a hushed tone. “We should be getting closer–Shh, shh!” Bo-bobo beckons the Guard-in-Training to take cover behind a nearby bush with him. “It’s right there!” Bo-bobo’s hands clam up as he contemplates his next move. One false step and the catch of the century could slip from his grasp. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, he looks to his hunting partner and nods. “Alright, here goes.”

He leaps out of the bush, phone in hand.

“You’re not getting away from me, Dragonite!”

His pointer finger expertly flicks across the smartphone’s screen, the virtual capsule flinging toward the Dragonite. The Poke Ball directly hits its target. Bo-bob bit his bottom lip as he stared anxiously at the screen.

One shake…Two shakes…A sudden stop. The Dragonite bursts out of the Poke Ball. Bo-bobo falls to his knees, slamming his fist against the undergrowth of the forest.

“Nooooo! That was my last Poke Ball! Lady Blanche, how could you forsake me?!”

Just as Bo-bobo wallows in self-pity, a beautiful, majestic deer arrives on the scene. Truly any nature buff would have loved to gaze upon such a captivating creature. Bo-bobo, however, wasn’t havin’ that shit.

“Get outta here, ya dumb animal! Stantler isn’t even Gen 1!”

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┌(；`～,)┐ :What discombobulates your muse?

Well he’d met the undead before, but a walking skeleton was certainly new! Though he was fairly acquainted with the monstrous types in the first place. His brother was a lawyer after all. It didn’t bother him in the slightest, particularly because this particular skeleton seemed to be quite friendly looking. Was that possible?

Regardless, he was being a tad bit of an issue at the current moment.

“Pardon me, sir,” he stated, voice a little bit strained.