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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[garbagechild]

_{[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!

<sub>[... 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.]</sub>

Will I be in trouble for it if you do?

[sadisticwarfare]

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?]

[garbagechild]

<sub>[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.]</sub>

We resolved our differences.

[sadisticwarfare]

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

Do I even want to know?

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

[garbagechild]

_{[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.

[sadisticwarfare]

[...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?]

[garbagechild]

_{[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.

[sadisticwarfare]

[...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.]

[garbagechild]

Okay. C'mon, Hungry.

<sub>[Tugging the Trubbish along, Wrath goes ahead and squelches after Archer and his Alakazam.]

[He has had quite enough adventure for one day.]</sub>