Uprising

Chapter 3

As the sunlight began to be swallowed up by the perpetual darkness of Po Town, Nanu creeped swiftly and with minimal sound to the gate of the city where the lunatics ran the asylum. He reached into his pocket and grabbed a grimy skeleton key bearing the logo of Team Skull, which its boss, Guzma, had "gifted to him out of gratitude" for being "the one who kept his Duckletts in a row" when he was "too busy to organize them". He hurriedly stuck the key into the keyhole and disappeared behind the gate as quickly as possible, not even allowing him a second to think. Immediately he was greeted by a gust of cold wind that seemed to chill him to the bone and thousands of tiny raindrops tapped onto his face and body. He had been in this Rattata's nest of a village hundreds, if not thousands of time before and it should have occurred to him that he should have brought a rain jacket, he thought, and that it was a rather stupid decision of him to make to leave the station without one. But now was not the time to be wishing for a rain jacket- he had a job to do and it needed to get done or else the boss might-! No time to think of such dastardly things... Nanu thought, trying to refocus his mind once more, I've gotta get to work.

He walked up to the front steps of the dilapidated mansion at the edge of the town that served as Team Skull's primary hideout, if you could even call it that. But as he continued to walk closer and closer to the door, this nagging feeling began to come back to him. There were thoughts of what would happen to him if he went through with this, and thoughts of what would happen if he didn't. And as his quivering hand reached for the skull-shaped knocker on the manor's towering front door, he felt his insides twist. It was beginning to dawn on him that he was overthinking things again. He had a feeling deep down in his gut that what he was about to do was quite possibly wrong, yet it was something that needed to be done. In reality, though he had given up the lifestyle long ago, he was still a criminal at heart: once a member of Team Rocket, always a member of Team Rocket. There was no end to him being Giovanni's favorite little puppet. And during that conversation he had with him that one fateful night, he had not only agreed to- but promised Giovanni that he would do this one last chore for him, and though the decent person inside of him kept telling him not to do what he was going to do, it also reminded him that a promise is a promise and must be kept at all costs. So, reminding himself of this, he grabbed the sticky faux gold ring with his free hand, pulled it towards him and...

SPLASH!

A giant stream of water was dumped right on top of his head! And judging by the shrill laughter hovering over him and stabbing at his eardrums, he immediately knew who the culprits of this disgusting prank were. Looking up only to pretend to be surprised, he noticed Zipp, Rapp, and Tupp- Guzma's favorite grunts- leaning out of an open window about a story above him and holding an empty plastic bucket.

"GRRR! WHEN WILL YOU THREE LITTLE CRETINS EVER LEAVE ME ALONE?!" Nanu roared, shaking his fist angrily at the threesome.

"Never!" Shouted the lone girl in the group, Rapp, cupping her hands to her mouth, even though it was covered with the black bandana of the organization.

"Yeah!" the heavy-set grunt Zipp mocked back.

"Yo, C'mon, guys," the trio's unofficial leader replied, sounding like he was trying to reason with his 'underlings', "We decided that we'se gonna give Mr. Nanu a break, didn't we?"

"Oh yeah, right, we did..." Rapp sighed before changing her tone dramatically: "We decided that we'd leave you alone after you're DEAD AND GONE, OLD MAN!"

The threesome then continued their hysterical laughter. Their shrill, mocking laughing resembled the yipping of a pack of Mightyenas, but quite possibly ten times louder and fifteen times worse. Nanu stuck his tongue out at them and rolled his eyes. He had no time to deal with petty teenagers, but unfortunately, Team Skull was crawling with them. Doesn't Giovanni realize that Team Skull's nothing but a bunch of angsty teenagers and twenty-somethings who do nothing but petty crimes simply because they feel as if they need to rebel against their parents for them being raised as a bunch of raging- he let out a low, aggravated sigh and looked at the troublesome teens towering above him and replied: "Look, I'm not here to arrest you. I'm here because-"