Pachirisu 5: A Rocky Climb

Chapter Two: Copium and Parmesan Cheese

Sunrise. Most kids are excited in the morning during summer break. They will rush out of the front door and ride their skateboards to the basketball court. No day was terrible during summer break. Saturdays were always filled with joy, shouts could be heard from outside. There seemed to be a water balloon fight today, one of the hypest games until you run out of balloons. Everybody was excited for the big game, unless you're P5. 

P5 is extremely pissed right now. He can't cope for the life of him. He got the email with the name of his teammate. Of course, it wasn't a top tier player that would help carry him, that will be a shitty plot twist. The teammate was none other then Crustle. Yes, that funny rock bug that kind of resembles a lasagna. 

He walked to the kitchen angrily, nothing can describe his anger. P5 opened the fridge and took out a can of Parmesan cheese and slammed it on the table. He quickly yelled in anger, "I FUCKING HATE CRUSTLE HOLY SHIT I HATE IT I HATE IT DIE DIE DIE YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT BUG I WANT TO CRUSH YOU LIKE I CRUSH MY SODA BOTTLES!" The Parmesan cheese stares blankly at P5, almost as if it wasn't alive.  P5 suddenly hears a whisper, which he didn't, hes so mad to the point that he is hearing things. "You're just in denial..." the whisper told P5. P5 then yelled in anger at absolutely nothing, "I AM NOT IN FUCKING DENIAL I GOT 3 OF THIS FUCKING ASSHOLE BUG'S SHINIES AND I FUCKING HATE ALL OF THEM I BURNED MY 2DS IN MY MOM'S INCINERATOR BECAUSE IT HAD 5 CRUSTLE AND I FUCKING HATE CRUSTLE IT'S SO FUCKING BAD PLEASE GO FUCKING DIE IN A FIRE YOU SHITTY ASS ROCK BUG THE BLOB IS INFINITELY BETTER" He shoved his hands into his hair. The Parmesan cheese just stood there. 

"MY FUCKING OBLIVION WING WILL FUCKING OBLITERATE YOUR FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT FUCKING ROCK ASS BUG IT HAS LIKE 1/1/1 BULK ACTUAL FUCKING TRASH!!" P5 then launched his arm and smacked the cheese on the other side of the room. The cheese hit the shelf then fell to the floor. It looked sad. "NO NO NO NO NO FUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKK NOOOO I AM SO MUCH FUCKING BETTER THAN THAT ROCKY PIECE OF WARM SHIT I WILL SNAP IT'S FUCKING NECK! I'D FUCKING BURN THAT PIECE OF A SHIT IF I HAD ANYTHING FLAMMABLE!" He then heard the whispers again, talking about Crustle's great stats with a tanky 125 defense and a jaw dropping 105 attack. Paired with shell smash, this crab is no joke. "Yeah it would IF CRUSTLES STATS WERE ANY GOOD IT'S SO FUCKING GARBAGE I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL SHIT ON EVERY CRUSTLE EVERY," P5 yelled in frustration. He walked over to the Parmesan cheese laying on the floor, "I FUCKING CHALLENGED YOU SALTY ASSHOLE!" The cheese was just laying there, doing nothing. P5 slammed his fist on the table repeatedly. The time between hitting the tables decreased, and his smacking became weaker, as he started to cry. Yesterday, his poptarts were stolen, and today, he is partnered with his least favorite Pokemon. He whispered to himself, "Piece of shit bug that JUST DIES!" He slowly fell onto the floor, crying in his arms. He was broken, edgy even, emo possibly. All P5 knew that he had to cope being partners with a crab. Its kind of like being partnered with the one dumb bitch who doesn't contribute anything to the group project, group projects suck. P5 thought he was the unluckiest guy in the world. He stood up and walked over to the Parmesan cheese, which layed on the floor, the cap was partially open. "Fuck. You."

An hour later, P5 calmed down and packed up his bags, trying to forget that he was partnered with Crustle. Clothing, snacks, a nice cold bottle of water, phone, earbuds, and tickets he was required to print to get into the tournament building. As he was walking out of the door, P5 suddenly remembered that he was forgetting something. Swiftly, P5 walked to the kitchen, got the can of Parmesan cheese and stuffed it in his backpack. He walked down the sidewalk on the other side of the neighborhood to the bus stop, mostly because he wanted to avoid the basketball court. 30 minutes later he arrives at the bus stop, just in time to get on the bus. The bus had a sleek black exterior with chairs with arcade carpet design in the inside. The bus driver was an old man who seemed to like his job. P5 walked up onto the bus. "Are you going to the Poke-whatcha-call-it place," the bus driver loudly asked. P5 quietly replied, "Uh yep, I am." He walked pass the driver and glanced at his bus ticket. "Hmm.. E-1.." P5 mumbled the seat number to himself repeatedly. He looked up at the seat numbers near the middle of the bus and found the E section. Luckily, it was near the window seat, window seats are awesome. P5 rested his backpack on the floor, took out his phone and earbuds, and started listening to music. The bus started to move alongside the road, leaving his small town.