#inversion formula

2. Stole your character’s lunch. (feat. Fork the Ditto)

Fork eyed the strange trainer from its hiding place in the bushes. Technically, it was eyeing the trainer’s lunch, which looked far more delicious than anything Crane could get on the road. 

And Selenium may have dared Fork to steal a bite once Crane had become distracted by a quick nap. 

Okay Selenium had totally dared Fork. And Fork was never one to turn down a challenge. All it had to do was to transform into something with a little more hunting power, like a Noctowl! It had seen Noctowl swoop and catch unsuspecting prey before.

One transformation later, Fork attacked! 

#(Amberly voice) no??? fuck off creepo horseman

As if on cue, the aforementioned variable appeared (most likely emerging from somewhere in the bushes). "Yes?"

“...Of course.”

        Nanab trees were rare around these parts. That much Izzy knew. To her, they used to be a treat to find, as Séra would make her wonderful pastries with the banana-like berry. Now, harvesting as many as she could off of this tree would be the closest she could get. 

        She had, fortunately, a decent amount of luck with the nearby Pokémon. Those who tested her hadn’t been all that strong, but there were the few who simply moved along--she had gotten there first.

        Izzy had climbed the tree by hand, easily chopping off berries with her tail and dropping them into a pile nearby. It wasn’t until she heard footsteps that she paused, ears twitching at the wind.

        A human.

        Under normal circumstances, she would simply flee. But in this case, she was unwilling to leave behind all of her hard work. She lept out of the tree to reveal herself, cheeks sparking dangerously as she took an offensive stance.

       ‘Mime Mime Mime! Mime Mime Miiime~!’

        Even though the pair largely lived alone in the Ketchum household, there was, thankfully, always something to do. Delia hummed along with Mimey as he swept the patio--sweeping being his favorite activity--and she knelt bent over her flower bed. Spring was here, and she had to take care of her lovely blooms!

       ‘Mister Mime?’

        Delia looked up at the inquisitive sound of Mimey’s name, knowing full well that that usually meant something unexpected had caught his attention. None too much to her surprise, there was a stranger at her gate.

        “There now, you’re as gorgeous as the morning sun.”

        Antonio, who was not yet ready to give up on being brushed, leaned his head back against Lila’s chest, cooing at her softly to continue. This kind of time was precious to him--although he was Lila’s first Pokémon, he often felt his time was less appreciated than the time of the alternate-colored Pokémon they had captured along the way.

Meme   ╚> Accepting

He couldn’t believe children these days. They believed they could always just WALTZ right into any situation that they deemed that they needed to be apart of and fix it. Well, he wouldn’t have that, not yet. He has came way too far for his plan to be ruined.