003. [Video/Action for Goldenrod, midday]

[garbagechild]

<sub>[The camera bouncing around like a bad found-footage movie seems to be like... A THING with this kid's posts, and this upload is no exception.]

[This time, Wrath has the 'Gear pointed at his face but held out in front of him at arm's length, showing the street winding away behind him as he runs. He's panting raggedly and he keeps looking over his shoulder, at... what seems to be a portly Trubbish, which is flopping its goopy arms and waddling VERY QUICKLY after him, eyes bugging out slightly with the effort it takes to keep up with Wrath.]

[Wrath does not look happy about his tagalong.]

[When his next glance backwards shows that the Pokemon is still following him, he yelps and puts on an extra burst of speed.]</sub>

Ah!

Aah!

Leave me alone!

_{[No explanation or lead-in is offered for WHY this small child is running away from a mobile bag of garbage, but the fact that his hair is full of candy wrappers and unidentified bits of trash might have something to do with it.]}

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[armoredsoul]

[Wrath, you might want to watch where you're going. Then you wouldn't literally run into old enemies-that-want-to-be-friends-now while being chased by your Pokemon self.]

What the--OOF!

[Aaaaand down they go.]

[garbagechild]

<sub>[... Yeah, that's... that's definitely a benefit of NOT running at full-tilt down a street while constantly looking over your shoulder.]

[Wrath only turns his attention back to the sidewalk ahead of him when it's too late, and BAM. The tangle of pale Amestrian children bites the dust.]

[But no sooner than they're down, Wrath is already scrambling to get back up, planting a hand right in the middle of poor Al's face.]</sub>

[armoredsoul]

Ow! Jeez, you're--MMPH!

[FINGERNAIL CLAWS ON THE FACE WHY. Al flails to get up himself, probably getting in the way of Wrath in true comedic fail fashion.]

Wrath, what's going on?

[garbagechild]

Get away from me!

<sub>[... He says, as Al's shifting promptly knocks the ex-homunculus flat on top of the other boy again.]

[MEANWHILE, the Trubbish is ONLY GETTING CLOSER!!]</sub>

[armoredsoul]

You're the one that ran into me!

[Al finally shoves Wrath off and gets to his feet and looks around to oh god suddenly Trubbish]

[garbagechild]

<sub>[Wrath tumbles off, rolling a couple of feet across the sidewalk, but he's less concerned with the shove than his pursuer.]

[... Which is currently colliding headlong with Alphonse.]

[ENJOY YOUR GARBAGE. And probably also getting knocked down again.]</sub>

[armoredsoul]

[Yeah, he's going ass-over-teakettle again. And now he smells like dumpster THAT'S JUST GREAT.]

[But if Wrath is running from this thing...welp. Al wraps his arms around the more bag-like portion of the Trubbish and struggles to get to his feet without losing hold of the Pokemon.]

Wrath! WRATH! It's okay, I got it!

[garbagechild]

<sub>[... Al. AL. Don't do this to yourself. IT'S NOT WORTH IT.]

[The Trubbish doesn't do anything particularly violent or concern-worthy (... at first)-- but it does make a repulsive squelching noise when Al wraps his arms around it. And the smell isn't much better.]

[Wrath doesn't bother to thank the older boy.]

[The second he notes that his pursuer is restrained, he gets up and RUNS.]</sub>

[armoredsoul]

WRATH!

[Goddamnit, he's off like a shot and not coming back. Al gets himself up to a sitting position and grimaces down at the grossness he's holding onto.]

Ah, what do I do with you now...?

[garbagechild]

<sub>[Oh, Al...]

[The Trubbish makes a whining sound and stretches its goopy arms forlornly in the direction that Wrath had taken off in. :c]</sub>

[armoredsoul]

[Thankfully, Al is somewhat fluent in Poke-ese (as much as a normal human can be at least), and the Trubbish doesn't seem to be angry about anything...]

...did you want to make friends with him?

[garbagechild]

<sub>[Al's more fluent than Wrath is, at least.]

[The Trubbish gurgles sadly and makes a jiggling motion that MIGHT be a nod, but it's hard to tell when it's coming from something that doesn't have a chin.]</sub>

[armoredsoul]

[Al smiles and pats it gently before setting it down and standing up.] Let's see if we can catch up, then, okay? Just don't charge right at him this time, I think you scared him.

[garbagechild]

_{[The Trubbish nods in a wobbly manner and begins to trundle in that direction!]}

[armoredsoul]

[It's not hard to follow Wrath's trail even without keeping him in sight--a tiny feral child running like mad through the streets tends to catch people's attention. Slowly they seem to be getting closer, and eventually Al starts checking around corners and down alleyways in case they've caught up. Wrath's a hyper kid, but he can't keep up that speed forever anymore.]

[garbagechild]

<sub>[It's true-- he can't run indefinitely any longer.]

[But he's still pretty spry, and there's no sign of him anywhere! Even down alleys that he'd probably fit right into.]

[... Possibly because they're full of Trubbishes too, but...]</sub>