I have a new fic! 8D It's been so weird the past month and a half with absolutely no fics to worry about. O.o Scary! Contest Tie is done, that's why.
Anyway, so, I promised DarthOrsiris that I would take on his request in the Request Shop after this semester was over and Contest Tie was over - it is that time!
He requested a Recruitshipping fic (name unofficial as of now, I researched it quickly) - it's Pokemon Mystery Dungeon flavored - Hero X Guildmaster Wigglytuff with essence of Wigglytuff/Chatot and Hero/Partner. If you want more details and spoilers, look in the request shop. This will be multi-chaptered and homosexual. Rating: PG
Without further adieu, I present "The Joke's on Me".
Had I known what would befall me in the few months prior to this narration, I would have never even stepped foot into Wigglytuff’s guild that one bright afternoon. As I approached the large, pink manor in the likeness of the one that would change my life forever, I actually had confidence. I held my chin up high and proceeded to become part of a team that would go down in history, or so I thought.
I climbed the stairs alone, all along thinking of how I was finally doing something I had always wanted to do. I had heard stories of the mystery dungeon teams and their plight within the endless caverns throughout the region as they relentlessly caught criminals and rescued those in need for the good of the community. Now, finally, I could be a part of that. I stood motionless in front of the main entrance, staring up at the building. Wigglytuff had been in a plethora of the stories I had heard – even still he reigned supreme as one of the best explorers of the time. He was a household name, really. However, only his successes were documented. His personal life and attitudes were completely unknown to the public, in which I would soon find out.
“It’s a Pikachu! A Pikachu!” cried a large voice from just underneath my feet, certainly a Loudred, I knew.
Frightened, I jumped back. I had not even realized I was standing on an open grate that covered a tunnel that reached below the ground.
“What is your business?” shouted the Loudred again.
I could not see the Pokemon that addressed me, but I answered back, “I am here to join the guild. I wish to become a famed explorer.”
I was honest, as I was sure that was what they wanted. However, the Pokemon below giggled at me as the main doors opened to welcome me. I stepped inside, down a ladder, and was taken aback at what I saw. It was a true, working guild. The main floor was a single room, but Pokemon of all sorts crowded around the two bulletin boards, as others addressed their teams about what to do next. Magnezone was also present, and I actually got to see him carry off a criminal Snubbull within my first few seconds at the guild. It was exciting! I looked around, trying to figure out what to do next, though. I was sure that the first plan of action was to find Wigglytuff so that he may offer me a job. However, I was lost. The latter I had come down on led further down a rabbit hole, surely to a new level, so I was unsure where to go, or if I was even allowed down there.
So, I looked around and finally spotted a Cyndaquil, standing all alone and looking petrified. I approached him and asked, “Excuse me, but would you happen to know where Wigglytuff’s office might be?”
The Cyndaquil seemed to be relieved, and then giggled. “I’m standing right in front of it!”
I looked up and wanted to so badly hit myself in the face. Right above the Cyndaquil’s head was written “WIGGLYTUFF” upon the wooden door.
“But I’m glad you showed up. I’ve been meaning to go in and start a team, but I’ve been nervous. I don’t know if Wigglytuff will reject me or something,” the Cyndaquil chimed into my thoughts of my own stupidity.
“Rejected? I don’t think he’d reject us,” I said, baffled by the thought.
“Well, I always think of the worst case scenario. I’m kind of pessimistic…I can’t help it,” the Cyndaquil answered. “Would you want to be on my team? If we join together we’d have a better chance of getting through the dungeons anyway.”
I only had to think of this for a second. Of course! How silly of me. There is no “I” in team, I’d need a partner at the very least to watch my back! I quickly agreed to this random union, and together we marched into Wigglytuff’s chamber.
I knocked first of course, in reality, and a Chatot answered the door in a way which I found he’d rather be anywhere but letting us in. Wigglytuff, on the other hand, was completely welcoming. He did not move from his seat, but he was terribly flamboyant.
“Welcome! Welcome!” he said in a bubbly, yet stern voice. It was the voice of a leader, with the tone of a happy child.
As he motioned us to the seats in from of his cherry wood desk, I evaluated him and his partner. Chatot seemed to be the brains, where, as I would soon find out, Wigglytuff had lost his, or so it seemed.
“So, what can I do for you boys today?” Wigglytuff asked. His personality shined through every word he ever spoke. He was classy, yet I had never met a Pokemon more amiable.
“We’d like to start up our own Rescue Team,” I answered immediately. “I’m sure if we go on enough missions, our team will grow.”
“But of course,” Wigglytuff chimed. “After all, the beginning is where we all start.”
Wigglytuff motioned to Chatot, “Bring me the sign on papers, would you?”
Chatot obeyed, and flew to a shelf on the bookcase where he fetched a packet of paper in which he dropped in front of me. Apparently Cyndaquil didn’t exist.
“If you want to work for me, I’ll give you the basics – 80% of your reward money goes to the guild where it will pay for all of your housing and food expenses.”
And there was the catch I knew would come. However, where most would run away, I found this to be a great opportunity. Cyndaquil looked at me as if he did not agree with these terms, but I did not return the glance. I was not in this for the money, nor was I concerned with that percentage. If Wigglytuff was going to house and feed us, then what was money really for in the first place? Surely if we did enough, that 20% would grow into more than we needed. As a third rate team, we could use all the help Wigglytuff could give.
“That’s completely fine,” I said, and surely shocked the crap out of Chatot as I signed my name on the dotted line.
About two pages, let me know what you think. ^^