garbagechild | 003. [Video/Action for Goldenrod, midday]

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003. [Video/Action for Goldenrod, midday]

_{[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.]}

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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From what I remember about my brief encounters with the species, they're not very intelligent. It probably assumes you have more food. I suggest heading to the Pokémon Center; they can probably assist you in getting rid of it.

[Your other option is to beat it into submission, but Archer's not sure Wrath has been training his Pokémon, so...]

_{[If Wrath knew enough profanity to swear, he'd be doing it copiously. Because guess who ran straight past the closest Pokemon Center like six blocks ago?]

[As such, he just makes an aggravated "GRRAAAAAAH!" noise and swerves to dart across the street (getting a loud honk from a passing Jenny-Van and a few startled whinnies from the Ponyta-drawn taxicabs in the process, THE WALKING SIGNAL WAS NOT FLASHING YET) and start running in the opposite direction.]}

What are THEY gonna do about it?! Feed it MORE?

I had THREE ORANGES and it ate ALL of them!

[Please try not to die, Wrath. Greed probably wouldn't be very happy.]

I don't know what they'll do, but they're the ones with the most experience dealing with Pokémon. They should be able to handle it.

_{[He's TRYING, but will he be successful? THAT IS THE QUESTION.]}

They won't wanna handle it!

It's covered in GERMS! Germs are bad!

_{[Wrath, YOU'RE covered in germs. You practically ARE a germ.]}

[Why do you think Archer isn't going to get directly involved in all this? Too many germs all around.]

You'll be fine. I'm sure once you get to the Center they can help.

[And hopefully they'll give you a bath too!!!]

_{[HOPEFULLY. Wrath probably hasn't had an actual honest-to-goodness bath that didn't involve someone aiming one of the showerheads at him and turning it on as he passed since arriving.]}

But germs are INVISIBLE, how can they help with something invisible?!

_{[You can thank Wreck-It Ralph for leaving Wrath with the impression that germs are invisible bugs.]}

[...Oh lord.]

Germs can be cleaned away. The nurses will be able to take care of that. Try to calm down.

[HOW DOES HE EVEN TALK TO A CHILD, MUCH LESS CALM ONE DOWN???]

I CAN'T, if I calm down it'll GET ME!

_{[Despite the fact that both phrases are frequently used to get people to stop freaking out long enough to make sense, 'calm down' and 'slow down' have slightly different meanings. Wrath apparently hasn't caught on to the distinction.]}

It'll probably eat me like it ate the oranges!

It swallowed them WHOLE!

Wrath, take a moment to consider the size of an orange. You're much bigger than that. It won't eat you. It's smaller than you are.

[THIS IS REALLY, REALLY HARD]

Do you need me to come get you?

[He doubts Wrath wants that, but it's obvious that there's no calming this poor kid down.]

_{[Look at you, with your LOGIC! You have no place here, in this vortex of hysteria and living garbage!]}

--It could still do it! It's STRETCHY!

_{[... Well, that much is true, anyway, but Archer's still right.]

[In any case, Wrath stops momentarily, his back to a telephone pole as he peers warily over his shoulder to see how close the Trubbish is. When he looks back down to the 'Gear, there's suspicion stamped all over his face. He might grudgingly respect Archer's authority as a higher-ranking figure in this team, but he sure as heck doesn't trust him.]}

Will I be in trouble for it if you do?

No, no, you won't be.

[He's uh, actually not an authority figure in Team Rocket despite acting like one. He's still a Grunt.

He was a Beta once, leave him alone.]

I'll be there shortly.

[It's a good thing he's been in Goldenrod for so long and can pick out where Wrath is. It doesn't take him long to teleport to the Pokémon Center and make his way toward Wrath's location. How are you doing? You didn't get eaten, did you?]

_{[WELL, he's an authority from Wrath's perspective, anyway!]

[By some miracle, the kid did not manage to get eaten by the living trash bag.]

[It would seem that, however, a whole hell of a lot can happen in a short amount of time, because while the lamp post the boy had been hiding behind is conspicuously barren, it won't take long for Archer to spot Wrath coming up the sidewalk.]

[Sopping wet.]

[And holding the Trubbish's goopy arm-tentacle as it waddles along behind him.]

[Assuming that the duo is in fact recognizable as Wrath and his trashy pursuer and not, like, just-crawled-out-of-the-well Samara, anyway.]

[Somehow managing to spot Archer through the sodden curtain of hair covering his face, Wrath trudges up to his fellow Rocket and speaks in a surprisingly deadpan tone that may have something to do with the fact that his vocal chords are numb from cold.]}

We resolved our differences.

[...well, he wasn't expecting this.]

Do I even want to know?

[He's suspecting he doesn't...]

_{[Wrath wasn't exactly expecting it either, but judging by the earnest, matter-of-fact way he's holding the damn thing's 'hand' and looking up at Archer as he explains, he's just kind of... embracing it.]}

I fell in some water and he pulled me out again, so we're friends now.

His name is Hungry, since he's very hungry.

I'm gonna feed him more oranges.

_{[And then, as though suddenly remembering that he is SOAKING WET, in frigid February weather, and also missing a shoe, he shudders.]}

Um, can we go back to the base? I lost a shoe.

[...That's kind of touching in some really strange way.]

Yes, of course. Does your... friend need to be healed?

[And did you catch him in a Pokéball?]

_{[Better than Lassie: a boy and his bag of trash.]}

Um... I don't think so.

Every time I hit him he just kind of... wobbles.

[...This is so gross...]

I... see. Very well, let's get you back to the base.

[And with that, Archer turns and starts walking. The Alakazam follows, though she's making sure to keep an eye on them since Archer obviously isn't.]

Okay. C'mon, Hungry.

_{[Tugging the Trubbish along, Wrath goes ahead and squelches after Archer and his Alakazam.]

[He has had quite enough adventure for one day.]}

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