"Bloody Twats!" A heavily accented voice boomed as two odd looking people appeared on TV.
The voice was loud enough to stir the sleeping Intelleon from it's nap. It looked up at it's trainer, knowing too well what he was mad about.
The TV was now switched off as the man got up, patting his partner's head as he went over to his movie collection, grabbing a copy of a James Intelleon movie.
The man drew a striking resemblance to those who had been on tv with his blonde hair and pale blue eyes. His hair was much shorter and extremely curly, looking like it had been cut with a sharp object like a blade or something, but mostly obscured by a sun hat.
His fit seemed to have drawn the attention of his other Pokémon with his Dragapult and Aegislash looking up at him in worry. Smiling at them to reassure them nothing was wrong as he put in the DVD and poping down on the couch to watch his favorite James Intelleon film.
This man was Gunther, a young man who lived on the outskirts of Postwick. The locals saw him as a bit of an oddball because of how recluse he can be yet he was friendly. Many describing him of being very gentlemanly and willing to those in need. Very few knew of his past and he hoped it would stay that way.
Intelleon looked up at his trainer as he smiled at it.
"It's nothing to worry 'bout Sharpshot, I just wasn't expecting to see them after my show went off." Gunther spoke as he switched the TV back on and let the movie play. The rest of his pokemon gathering next to him to watch.
Gunther hated seeing those two, with their smug faces and everything. It brought back so many unpleasant memories of when he, Swordward, and Shielbert were kids. Being the youngest of the three wasn't fun, even when your parents loved all three of you just the same.
"Just as long as they don't show their ugly mugs here in Postwick or the Wield we'll be fine...." He though to himself "Maybe in a bit I'll go scout out the Wield again..." sinking into the couch, getting comfortable.
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The Life of Gunther
FanfictionHe was one of three brothers, descendants of the kings of Galar. Outcasted and teased by his siblings he ran away, with his only friend, a shiny Sobble. Nowadays, Gunther lives on the outskirts of Postwick near the Slumbering Wields helping to prot...
