Ok, NOW I'm going on hiatus. I had a little free time today(although unfortunately not long enough for Ditto/Smeargle) so I posted this one, which I think turned out well. My brother also gave me a few requests.
Soon: Spiritomb/Blissey, Kricketot/Froslass, Vanillite/Litwick
Munchlax and Combusken
We now return to “The Awesome Adventures of Munchlax and Combusken!”
We begin with our heroes locked in a battle of wits. Staring each other down with intense determination, it is unclear who has the upper hand. They both have three cards left and two pairs each. Little does Munchlax know, all Combusken has is-
Suddenly, Combusken bolted from the table and began- gurk!- strangling the- hurk!- narrator…
“If the next word that comes out of your mouth is ‘sevens’ I will see to it that your only cloak will be a flame cloak,” he said- urk!- menacingly.
“Uh, Combusken? You just gave it away, so I basically just won,” said Munchlax.
“WHAT? Grr…” He finally releases his sinister grip against the innocent narrator. As the narrator gasped for breath, Combusken picked up a script and begins to read off it. “So, today we’re going on an ‘epic adventure of awesome proportions.’ What do you think, Munchlax?”
“Adventure? I thought today’s the day we sat at home, eat junk food, and played video games.”
“That’s every day with you. Plus, despite the fact we don’t want to, we have to. It’s in our contract. Plus, there are readers out there who want to be entertained. We do live in a fanfiction, after all.”
“Wait, what? We live in a fanfic? Why was I not informed of this?” asked the small, blue Pokémon.
“Oh, haven’t you heard? It was my understanding that everyone had heard.”
“That we live in a fanfiction, stupid!”
“Okay… You know what? Let’s stop this absolute smashing of the fourth wall and actually see what we’re supposed to be doing today?”
“Now that’s a plan.” Combusken took the script, and began reading it. “Okay, its says here that Munchlax and Combusken will go on an adventure to… ‘Rainbow-topia?’ What is this? I thought our author was a boy!”
“Well,” interrupted the narrator, “he’s sick today. His three-year-old cousin is taking over the ideas for writing today.”
“Let me see that,” said Munchlax. “Me… Combusken… Island of pretty pink princesses where everyone eats rainbows and poops butterflies. Well, that seals it.” He then grabbed the script with both hands and ate it.
“What did you just do?” asked an enraged Combusken.
“I ate the script. Now, let’s go on our own adventure!”
“But-you-how?” He sighed. “You know what? Let’s go talk to the author. He’ll get things straightened out. And, hopefully, won’t make us go to Rainbow-topia. Gah.”
“But how?” asked Munchlax worriedly.
“Like this.” Combusken grabbed Munchlax’s stubby arm, and with a holler of “COMBUSKEEEEEEEEEN PAAAAAAWWWNNNNNCH!” he brought a clawed fist back, smashed through the author’s monitor, and leapt into his room, inexplicably followed by the narrator.
“Yeah, that hasn’t been done before,” muttered Munchlax.
Meanwhile, the author gasped. “How did you guys get in here? You’re just characters in a cheesy fourth-wall-breaking fiction!”
“We’re here to complain,” complained Combusken. “First of all, that was redundant. Second of all, really? Your cousin? Rainbow-topia? Honestly? Third, we don’t want to be in fourth-wall-breaking fic. We want to be in a good fic.”
“What do you mean, Rainbow-topia? That’s what she came up with? Well, she was the only one I could get on short notice. And for the record, I’m not sick. I have serious writer’s block, so can you guys get your own adventure for today?” he asked.
“No, we can’t. You’re our author. Here, we’ll help you. Okay. Start off with a scene,” said Combusken helpfully. “We’ll get back into the computer.”
They both leapt into said computer, and suddenly ended up as a text file in Microsoft Word. “Okay, scene…” said the author cautiously. “How about a mountain? Yeah, yeah, a mountain works.” He quickly typed out a descriptive mountain scene. “Now, we need a plot. Hmm…”
Many hours of this later, he finally came up with an awesome story. And it goes something like this:
“Come on! We’re almost there!” called Combusken. A tiny blue sloth was following, hauling himself up the rocky crags of the mountain. He was extremely tired, as was the norm for his species. He was a Munchlax. Above him, an orange-yellow chicken was scaling the cliff like it was nothing. With amazing agility and power, he jumped from rock to rock like hopscotch.
“Wait! Wait! I’m not as fast as you. I’m just a Munchlax, after all. My home is grasslands. I don’t have much experience climbing,” he called back. He huffed and puffed, barely managing to get up the huge cliff. He was used to sleeping and eating, not physical activity. His stubby legs didn’t help much either. But Combusken was right. He could see the tip of the mountain. He couldn’t believe it was his idea to do this, not Combusken’s. He grappled with the rocks, and prepared to grab a large one for a quick break, that Combusken had already landed on.
When suddenly, his rock broke.
He shrieked as he fell into the infinite blackness. “Munchlax!” Combusken cried. Then he realized that yelling wouldn’t do anything, and he’d have to actually do something. Staring at where his comrade fell, he jumped. And this was no normal jump. He had put immense power in that leap, and suddenly twisted his body and dive-bombed the baby Pokémon.
He had to squint due to the immense air pressure he was experiencing. His eyes began to water, but he refused to give in. He was getting closer to Munchlax, but he was still so far away.
He clenched his fists, and turned himself. Then, he launched an immense stream of fire from his mouth, propelling him downwards toward his friend. He then twisted again, and grabbed the blue baby. Munchlax, however, continued screaming as they continued their descent. But Combusken was undeterred. He turned himself again, grabbed Munchlax with one arm, and with almighty force, grabbed a rock with his claws and blasted himself and his ally up, up, up past where they were previously. They were moving so fast upwards, Munchlax’s large ears popped many times. Until finally, they were at the summit of Mt. Impossible.
Munchlax’s screams of terror quickly turned to screams of joy. “We did it! We defeated Mt. Impossible! Hooray!” he cheered.
Combusken smiled. “So why did you want to come up here in the first place?”
“Easy. I smelled Enigma berries up here! They’re my favourite!” He immediately walked up to berry bush and began picking berries with question marks on them. Combusken stared at this for a while, and then doubled over in laughter.
“I guess that would be the only reason you’d climb up here,” he said between laughs.
“Well?” he asked. “What did you guys think?”
“I liked it,” Combusken responded. “Although it does seem a little pointless to climb a mountain called Mt. Impossible for berries.”
“Hey!” Munchlax cried. “It’s a good reason! I liked it. Munchlax is awesome!”
The author smiled. “Glad you guys like it. Now let’s hope my readers give the same response.”
Combusken: Its powerful leaps and punches can shatter steel. It launches streams of fire at over 1,800 degrees Fahrenheit.
Munchlax: It can sense food from miles away. It can eat almost anything, except other animals.