garbagechild: GOD GLUTTONY YOU'RE SO STUPID (I CAN'T EAT AT TACO BELL THOSE ARE CARBS)
[It's not uncommon for Wrath to be sharing screentime with his Pokemon, but in this case, he looks distinctly irritated about it.]

[Behind him is a Lopunny that's a good foot or so taller than him, clad in a dress that is... DAMN FANCY-LOOKING, ACTUALLY. There's like... frills and ribbons and junk.]

[Wrath glares directly into the camera, appealing to the hypothetical audience to side with him.]


She wasn't gonna be happy until Mama and I bought her a DRESS.

And she's still not happy!

Why does she like clothes so much?

Pokemon don't even need to wear clothes like people and things that look like people do.

I wish I was a Pokemon, because then I wouldn't need to wear clothes.



[The Lopunny-- a recent acquisition from the raid he'd performed with Ralph of a wealthy socialite's all-night dinner party, aka Wrath's first Real Mission (tm)-- lets out a huff and taps her long, curved claws impatiently on her arm. She clearly is about as pleased to be paired with Wrath as he is with her.]

[He responds with a huff of his own.]


Hmph.

Anyway, she's brown.

So her name is Dirty.

[The rabbit Pokemon's head whips around, outraged, but Wrath yells right over her angry growl.]

I DON'T CARE, DIRTY!
garbagechild: real winners quit (IF IT SUCKS... HIT DA BRICKS!!!)
[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.]
garbagechild: Stop screaming, it's me, I'm just covered in dirt and blood because I had to claw my way up into the light and crawl on my hands and knees back home! TO YOU! :) Why are you running? (Hi! I refused to stay buried!)
[Guess who has no idea what Christmas is, and also can't read worth a damn and therefore has no idea where either of the packages he got came from?]

[THIS KID!]


GHROOOOO!

Put your head down, Mama, show the screen machine your bow and hat!

[A very proud-looking Kangaskhan face pops in front of the camera-- with a long navy-blue scarf tied neatly around her neck in a bow as fancy as a pair of eight-year-old hands can manage.]

[... And there's also a big fluffy sweater on top of her head. The sleeves are pulled over her ears.]

[After everybody's gotten a great look at Mama's sweet new outfit, Wrath's head wiggles into the frame, looking even messier than in his first video, if that's even possible. ... There's another sweater with its sleeves tied around his forehead like a headband.]

[Pretty much the whole screen is dominated by their faces, but judging by the snowflakes stuck in Wrath's hair and the wool of the scarf and sweaters, they're outdoors somewhere.]



Look! Look, see, how she's even prettier!

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