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Under One Roof 21
Once the group awakened they looked at the situation with wonder, brought to their rooms and puts in their beds. For a moment there was peace till…
“ZZZEEERRROOO!!!!!!” yelled China,
Charging through her door like if she was a rhyno and continuing down to Zero’s room, breaking his door like if it was a mere popsicle stand. Yet only to be greeted by several wounded Zero’s, all of them looking the same and scattered all around. But this didn’t stop China from unleashing her wrath.
“GGGAAAHHH!!!”
From her buds across her neck several long grass vines came out, each them being sprung toward the orange colored Pikachus. Grabbing them by their necks and choking them to death while those who didn’t not choke faced a barrage of sharp leafs coming their way. Adding more wounds they merely fainted conscious unlike those who faced choking whose eyes turned white and fell to the floor once China was done, revealing their true shape as their bodies lost their souls. Pink creatures made of goop, whose only facial feature was a mouth and some eyes. The other wounded but living already revealed this trick. To test China’s patience they only threw coal into the fire, and China’s fury grew.
“ZZZZZEEEEERRRRROOOOO!!!!!!!!”
The loud screams pierced the walls and rang the others ears, waking them up in the process. But alas China continued her search for Zero. Breaking down every door that stood in her wake. Even downstairs where three men laid wake.
“Seems like the green one woke up.”
“And gained a blood thirst for the orange rat in her sleep or so it seems.”
“I really hope you two called the hospital and the police governing the possibility of her rage.”
“These matters are our own, we need no help.”
“But what about all those ditto mind slaves? Do you really think their parents or relatives won’t try to sue us?”
“But since when do ditto know their relatives?”
“How am I supposed to know, I‘m just a munchlax offered to be a shiny in return for being a messenger of a god? Before I took on this job I was just a paperboy from the Neverane region”
“Neverane region?”
“Yeah, it’s west of this region. Where I lived there was “whores will be killed” policy so yeah…”
“…Well that is just spectacular, you must teleport us there somewhere so we can partake in the whore killing spree. HOW THE FUCKING HELL DOES SOMEONE COME UP WITH THAT?! What are you, CAVEPOKEMON?! Oh COME ON! Killing a whore without ANY FUCKING WAY to justify it?!”
“Sheesh, calm down Zach. You’re getting me worried.”
“I WILL NOT SHUT UP! Your town must be re-organized and have a PROPER system of laws installed and I will not rest till”
“The town was for fatties”
“………What?”
“The Neverane region has towns for specific kind of pokemon, as in, we have our requirements and we have our exceptions. There’s a town of whores in an island near the region.”
“…I’m going to enjoy brainwashing them… I truly am”
“Our leader is a legendary, don’t even bother.”
“Buggah…”
“But back to my question, do the relatives of the dead ditto even care Locke?”
“They knew what was going to happen soldier, they knew they would die yet they did it for the pride of their country and for the safety of a political bastard that probably deserves to be hanged, but they did it with honor and pride. I don’t think their families need to hear anything more than that.”
“I didn’t know you could speak deep snake.”
“I have my moment.”
Surprise was the group of elites as a ball of dead ditto was thrown over their heads, smashing the tv on its landing. Put into a chokehold by pairs of vines, they were now in China’s mercy.
“You have ten seconds to live. Where’s ZERO?!”
“…”
“…”
“Locke?”
“…”
“LOCKE!”
“What?!”
“I don’t wanna die!!!”
“Then you don’t die.”
“Five more seconds...”
“He’s in the maids club training.”
The vines retracted and the restrained were not dead, China’s anger still stayed true though.
“Why is he not dead yet!!!”
“Cause the gods want him to live.”
“And he has to pay for his sins.”
“Pay for them? HA! The only way he can pay back his sins is by dying.”
“Or by experiencing his worst fears and nightmares come alive.”
“How would you know?”
“I’m a psychic type, our power is comparable and even surpases that of shinies. It’s my job to know this stuff.”
“Fine then Mr. Psychic type, what IS Zero’s worst fear?”
“The Queen of all Bitches, Feminists with powers that rival his own, anyone involved with the queen of all bitches whose power is on pair with his. In blunts terms, he fears defeat and torture and loathes not being able to evade defeat.”
“…And basically… I’m weak?”
“Yep, but your temper is to be weary of.”
“…FRENZY PLANT!!!”
As a battle engaged the perspectives changed sides, we find Zero wearing a maids dress in a large room with hardwood flooring and mirrors that spanned the walls as a whole, leaving no place without reflection. While mirrors without base or logic moved and dwindled all around as if they were magic. But among the room of reflections there was another, a lady like pokemon wearing an elegant ballroom gown with green hair and arms, as a red horn laid positioned on her chest and her back as she seemingly floated in the room, hiding her white legs inside the gown.
“Stop hiding!!!”
Releasing his yell and releasing his thunder, the mirrors would not fall asunder. Zero laid a lunder while gardevoir laid a float.
“I’m not hiding, you’re just blind.”
“WHY WON’T YOU DIE?! And does this dress make me look fat? …CCCIIIEEELLLL!!!!!!!”
“It doesn’t hide what was always there, a lazy, a slub and a loser as big as you.”
In frustration the move frustration was used, attempting to escape the trap he ran towards the walls in hopes of making an exit. Yet the wall never got close and the mirrors always felt strong, causing the attacker more pain than he bargained for. Now tired and exhausted he took a break and breathed heavily on the floor.
“…What… do you want… I‘m tired… of this bull…”
“I want a maid or a man, you aren’t either though your easier to train as a maid. So I’ll aim for that.”
“Just… what is this… world with feminist… really…”
“Feminist? Oh really, I wouldn’t use that word to describe me. I prefer the term of instructor, queen, or mistress just to name a few.”
“…Are you.. related to… Ciel… for any reason?”
“Her name I’ve heard, everything else no”
“…Thank god…”
“I’ll let you rest for thirty more seconds before we continue your training.”
“And… if I… refuse?”
“You lack a choice; your powers are weak and your intellect is greatly limited, you can’t oppose me. Nor does anyone care about helping, nor will I allow anyone to help. Know this now, I will not stand as low as to use mind control so don’t worry about such fate. I will however, shape and mold your mind as I see fit.”
“…At least… you aren’t… a dominatrix…”
“Who said I wasn’t?”
“Oh for the love of crap!”
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