114. Fourth Wall Post [VIDEO/ACTION FOR ANYWHERE]

[foolishwren]

.... Yeah.

Yeah, you're in the complete wrong region.

Mount Moon's in Kanto.

_{[Heather huffs out a sigh and takes hold of Cujo's mane as the wayward Grey and his weird spacedog head back to their spaceship, which had landed conveniently on top of one of the Pokemon Centers, barely even remarkable in the middle of all the other chaos that's happening.]}

Man, at this point, the only thing that could surprise me on weekends like this are things staying normal.

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[foolishwren]

<sub>[SPACESHIPS. Enough to draw even the eyes of resurrected-from-the-dead monsters.]

[Unfortunately, Envy's moment of distraction costs him, because in the time he stops to stare at the silvery disc in the sky, Cujo's keenly-trained senses alert him to the fact that there is what is obviously A TOY rolling down the sidewalk!]

[Panting like an overexcited toddler who's just seen a balloon, Cujo leaves Heather's side to trot over and snatch the entire jar up in his mouth. He has a big mouth.]</sub>

[jellyjar]

[AUGH NO NOT A TOY.]

[There's a lot of squeaky indignant shrieking coming from the thing in the jar.]

Hey! Put me down, you stupid animal! How dare you!

[What do you know it sounds just like a certain treehead. Although this...isn't the right Envy.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[If Cujo realizes and understands that the thing in the jar sounds like his trainer's friend swallowed a tank of helium, he sure doesn't acknowledge it.]

[Instead he brings it to Heather and pushes the now-slimy jar into her hands, panting happily.]</sub>

--Huh?

Cooj, what's this?

_{[... The fuck IS that? Is that a Pokemon?]}

[jellyjar]

[It's a tiny ball of HATE, that's what it is.]

Hey! You! Quit looking at me like that!

[A tiny ball of hate that is very sensitive about its appearance.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[She holds the jar up to the light and squints in at the tiny green lump of angry.]

[And, in the spirit of only making matters worse, speaks.]</sub>

Ew.

[jellyjar]

[Oh was that ever the wrong thing to say.]

[Prepare for some shrieking, Heather.]

You can't say that to me! How dare you!

[foolishwren]

_{[He can scream and fling himself against the sides of the glass all he wants, but all Heather does is just sort of turn the jar around in her palms to get a better look at him.]}

Cujo, you are blessed with the gift of finding the ugliest shit, I swear.

_{[Cujo pants happily, although his ears perk at the shrill sounds of outrage coming from the jar.]}

What the hell IS it?

... Wait, is it talking?

_{[Are those words?]}

Dude, it looks pissed.