The Fifth Circle

<sub>[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.]</sub>

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.



<sub>[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.]</sub>

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!

<sub>[There are plenty of newborn Pokemon that enter the world squalling or cooing.]

[This one entered with a whole lot of growling and then nearly took somebody's finger off.]

[The little Deino on the screen, which happens to have a faintly-sparkling green coat rather than the customary blue, is yanking and worrying at the end of one of the scarves that its trainer had received for Christmas as well as the egg it had just hatched from. It's been in the world outside its eggshell for about five minutes and it's already filled with fury at the fact that this long soft thing exists in its general vicinity.]

[Wrath is thrilled.]

[He turns to the camera (which is presumably held by his Kangaskhan) proudly, apparently unconcerned that the tiny dino-dragon is nearly tugging the scarf right off of him.]</sub>

The rock turned into a sparkling animal!

Her name is Mad.

Mad likes to bite.

_{[... A little like her trainer, actually. They also share the same hairdo aesthetic. This is clearly a match made in heaven.]}

<sub>[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!]</sub>

GHROOOOO!

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

<sub>[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.]</sub>


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