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.]}

Comments

[garbagechild]

It LIKES me? Then why is it chasing me?!

_{[Wrath asks this indignantly as he does a small, helter-skelter dance right there on the spot, trying to keep the Trubbish from latching onto his leg. The Pokemon in question doesn't seem to be particularly bright, but it does kind of wobble in a vaguely nod-like motion in response to Ampere's curiosity.]}

[me_first]

It probably... wants to hug you. Or follow you. Maybe it thinks that chasing you is a game.

... Maybe you should say hello instead of running.

[Oh okay. Ampere buzzes apologetically for the attack. Trainer's orders, you know. They float down to the Trubbish, holding out a magnet for a 'handshake'.]

[garbagechild]

I don't WANT a hug, and I don't LIKE this game.

_{[He says this with a pout, but he does stop hopping around as the Trubbish pauses to regard Ampere. It... doesn't really seem to know what a handshake is, so it just sort of whaps one of its goopy garbage-tentacle arms against the magnet and keeps it there. :I TOUCH.]}

... Um.... what is it doing?

_{[shh Wrath they're having a moment.]}

[me_first]

... Well, I think Ampere was trying to shake its hand, but it seems to not know what that is.

[Ampere moves their magnet up and down. See? Shake!]

[garbagechild]

<sub>[The goop that makes up the Trubbish's arm squelches as it's moved up and down, and it watches this in seeming fascination, breathing heavily.]

[Yeah, this Pokemon is kind of special.]</sub>

... It's dumb, isn't it.

[me_first]

... I don't think it's very intelligent, no.

[garbagechild]

Well, it ate my lunch and then it wouldn't stop chasing me.

What do I DO with it?

[me_first]

Catch it? Even if you don't want it, I'm sure someone will take it off your hands.

[Not him. He's. He's okay without having a living garbage bag.]

[garbagechild]

Catch it??

But T--

--I-I don't WANT it!

NOBODY would want it!

_{[... Which is... which is kind of SAD, actually, but that's neither here nor there.]}

[me_first]

I'm sure someone will want it. Just ask around.

... Not... not me, though. Definitely not me...

[garbagechild]

If anybody wanted it, it wouldn't have followed me.

_{[He straightens up, giving Royce a squint, then shakes his head.]}

See? You don't want it EITHER!

[me_first]

I already have too many to raise. Wouldn't want to... neglect any of them, no...

[garbagechild]

_{[Well now Wrath's glaring up at him in that special, incredibly sour way that only young children can.]}

You humans are all the same!

You tell everybody to take care of each other but YOU don't wanna do it!

_{[It's like he's forgotten that he doesn't want the Trubbish either. Evidently Royce's reluctance hit a hot-spot.]}

[me_first]

[Whyyy does he have to deal with a child he doesn't like children at all...]

... It's... ah. Well, I suppose I could, for a time, but I don't want to take permanent ownership of it. It's... not a type I work with well. And... besides. It seems to like... well. You.

[garbagechild]

_{[AND CHILDREN DON'T LIKE YOU >8(]}

I bet it doesn't wanna go with you anyway.

_{[... And then he realizes that he just spoke up in scathing defense of the bag of garbage he's been running from, and starts to edge away from it again.]}

[me_first]

Probably not, since I'd insist that it get hosed down before I let it in.

[Just gonna... watch Wrath. What even, child.]

[garbagechild]

<sub>[The Trubbish had been tentatively reaching out one of its goopy tendrils to stroke Wrath's shoe, but the boy is already moving out of range, nose wrinkled.]

[Now they're just... kind of shuffling around each other haphazardly.]</sub>

[me_first]

... Are you at least a little calmer now?

[garbagechild]

NO!

_{[... But, well, he LOOKS calmer. Or at least just 'annoyed' instead of 'totally freaked out'.]}

[me_first]

... Well, I think your... friend... has calmed down a little bit...