the adventures of these fuckos is rife with sadness and happiness
Each pov is written by a diffrent person
made in collaboration with the Arthurs Roundest Table discord
hope you enjoy
(Summary: We get introduced to Eggie, the only sane one.)
(AN: Hi! This is my first ever fanfic, even though it's not really mine. Feel free to give advice or constructive criticism!)
I swear to damn Arceus, if some fucking Unovan asks to make them croissants or a bake them PokePuffs one more fucking time, I'm gonna have to use Leech Seed on them. Sure, I like cooking, but they don't know that, and they sure as hell aren't giving me the best impression of this place so far. Besides, I don't have the stuff to make that stuff! It's been like 23 days since I've gotten here, and it's been constant Kalos jokes. It's like the French Region from that game. For the life of me, I can't remember what it was called, but I can find out another day.
Not everything is bad, thankfully. I have my friend group back home, and it's thanks to them I maintain my sanity. The teachers are pretty nice, if you actually spend some time talking to them. Establishing a routine has made life here bearable. Still doesn't change the fact that people really love making fun of Kalosians for what I think is absolutely no fucking reason.
Still, why did I agree to this? I thought my experience here would be bearable, and I was so wrong. Any educational boost that I would get from going isn't feeling like it's worth the isolation.
There's probably nice people here, but I can't be bothered to try. It's hard to trust people. Especially when they're mean.
Eh. If they're gonna be like that, then I'm not gonna bother. At least I have Moss. Every so often I get a remark saying it's a stupid name for a Chespin, but I heard some kid named their Eevee "VeeVee", along with the kids who give their pokemon way stupider nicknames, so who are they to say anything?
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Like, ChuChu? What the fuck? Are you some fucking old women with no imagination whatsoever? Why in the ever loving shit did you name your Pikachu ChuChu??? Like ChuChu is just Pika but somehow even more fucking stereotypical!
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After finishing my internal rant, I started heading towards my next class.
As I walk past some snot who attempts to say some jeer about Kalos and its people, I put on my headphones, and let the music pull me away. God, these things are a lifesaver.
DING
Hm? Oh, it's a ping. Fuck yeah. Once I get back to my room, it's gamer time. They finally have time for us to convene in that MMO we like. Before that, though, it's just class, ignoring people, class, eat, and then do whatever the fuck is on my schedule for today.
Right now, it's time to eat. I get out my lunch that I made today, so that I could keep myself sane/healthy.
It's not much really, I just made a marinade, dipped some tilapia, put some parmesan, broiled it, made some white rice, and made some salad with strawberries, walnuts, and some lettuce.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see a girl with dark blond, choppy hair. She seems like a pretty nice person, though I feel like she wouldn't wanna be friends with me.
Out of the other corner, I see some people who just seem like a bunch of loud, boisterous assholes who think they're hot shit. If only I had more pokemon, at least I'd be able to make em shaddup.
School.
As I head out, I whip one of my consoles, and decide to do a lil gamin before my class starts.
I'm approaching the final battle. There's been no rest this entire dungeon.
Weirdly, I beat the final boss with ease.
After his HP hits zero, we celebrate peace to the land, before Spear, my favorite party member, does the most asshole move of the game, and absorbs the final boss' power and evil.
DUDE, I FUCKIN TRUSTED YOU.
As I start the true final boss, the bell tragically rings. Yet another class starts.
Woohoo.
After lunch, I head on over to my battling class, one of my favorites. Along the way, I spot some guy with pink hair that isn't Lacey, which is rare.
Battle Class is fun, because we actually get to use rental pokemon, if we so choose. If I just had Moss, we'd get steamrolled. I'm paired with this asshat who wears expensive accessories, and acts like everyone has to do what he says. Standard asshat who picks strong looking pokemon and doesn't care about synergy. I select a team specifically to prolong the battle as much as possible, just so I can teach this guy who selects pokemon like he just got an Action Replay. Ah, status moves, my beloved. Thanks to these rental pokemon, we actually stand a chance. You would stand a chance normally if you earned it. And by chance, I mean I absolutely curb stomp him.Even though everyone's pokemon are around the same level, I find it easy to battle.
None of this was earned, you horrid thrower.
Once Battle Class is over, I zone out, as I mindlessly finish the work my teachers send out.
I plan out what I want to do with my day, but as I am currently a friendless person, there's not much I can do before I start getting bored.
I start heading back to my dorm once I run out of things to do.
I put on some music.
When I enter my dorm's hallway, for a split second, I see some navy blue enter a door.
Curious, I decided to look at the nameplate, only to see a name I unfortunately can't pronounce.
I clean, eat some more, shower, and decide to log on to chat with my friends.
We play and play some games, and then, I get tired. As I log off for today, I reflect.
I hope these
kinds of days where I am free to be who I am will last forever.
