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Later Losers by Kimmy-x3
Later Losers
"On my way to steal yo gurl, later losers." 

Finally got enough colors to color Zak. I also lined it I'm so happy. uwu

I'll eventually get a better version of this up = u = 
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Otto sighed deeply and Zak only snuggled deeper into the plush blanket nest he’d made himself. The idiotic zigzagoon refused to do ANYTHING. Enough was enough! The ghost type simply couldn’t handle babysitting the bastard any longer. He had to get out. HE HAD TO LEAVE THIS WRETCHED SUITE AT ONCE! The normal type had barricaded himself in Clear Waters after the whole night with the Skitty bimbo. He wasn’t’ exactly ready to readapt into society. But it had been a month. Right? Possibly two. Time was a meaningless concept for a ghost type but he tried his best to keep some kind of track of it. You had to if you wanted to take care of a mortal being. But back to the matter at hand already-

Zak. I implore you to reconsider your current lifestyle. You can’t just bum around here for the rest of your life! You can’t just PROCRASTINATE civilizing yourself. Don’t you miss your old life?” the ghost type asked loudly, floating over to shake the pokemon out of his poofy hole. There was a sudden movement and Otto could only imagine it was Zak flicking his tail in thought.

“Fuck off.” He spoke after a moment. Otto let out another exasperated sigh. He couldn’t get through to him. Nothing was bringing him out of this. Not even coffee. Zak hadn’t had caffeine in how many months. It was scary to think but maybe he was finally over his addiction! Oh happy day! If only the circumstances were different.

“I just want to sleep forever...” Zak piped up once more without a warning. Otto frowned wondering if this was a depression. It was more than some humiliation for letting himself go so much on his first night back. The ghost type moved about the room, his worry deepening as he realized how empty the room still was. All they had were berries they’d brought back from the Jungle. The citrus ones were useless and they’re favorite food was already long gone. Otto had adjusted to the homey smell of Clear Waters once more. It was the same room but it didn’t feel right just yet. They had to get back into the swing of things, and senselessly killing things wouldn’t help. They’d had their share of mindless murder on their expedition. The Sableye floated to the window and watched the townspeople mill about. He caught sight of multiple teams moving to and fro with large orange mushrooms on their person and then he got an idea. Of course! Why hadn’t he just thought of it before? It wouldn’t be coffee or money that would get him going again, he had to feel like a citizen of Blue Town again.

Zak loved festivals after all. Even if he barely showed it. But Otto had been around the piece of shit long enough to understand that the normal type had a thing about this town’s events. As trivial as it felt to go out and collect mushrooms…Otto would do it if it meant ridding Zak of his terrible depression or whatever he seemed to be avoiding. He would agree to his partner’s unspoken request. With this in mind, the Sableye steeled himself for the worst and turned around ready to act the part. “C’mon Zak, wouldn’t you like to go out mushroom hunting with the rest of the town? All the interns- rookies are having so much fun it looks like.” Otto said gently leaning in towards the bundle of plush blankets. The zigzagoon’s twitching tail froze and after a minute or two, his nose peeked out from under one of the blankets. “You hate mushrooms.” He said flatly, dark eyes studying the other pokemon intently. Otto felt hot in the room underneath Zak’s gaze.

“But you love them. And I don’t HAVE to LOVE mushrooms to pick them out. No one said I had to eat jack shit.” The ghost type replied with a shrug. Another minute or two passed as the Zigzagoon mulled it over. “Are you sure about this? We’re going to be around the buggers a lot.” He asked quietly digging his nose back into the mattress.  Once more, Otto forced himself into liking the idea. He had to get over this wall or else risk watching Zak stay a hermit forever and worse- they’d have to live off his jewel collection! It was barely a collection after the looting their room had gone through but still! He care for each and every…tiny precious gemstone. There was like three. BUT EACH ONE WAS SPECIAL GODAMNIT.

“Positively ecstatic.”

After that everything had been such a blur. Otto sealed his fate and his partner had dashed about the apartment with hidden energy. He hadn’t eaten in days so the ghost had no idea how he mustered so much excitement after being static for so long. Maybe it was in his nature. One thing led to another and now his precious backpack was being loaded with mushrooms, while his hand was occupied holding Zak’s extra-large caramel macchiato. Zak milled around, occupied with his own thoughts about the whole thing. His tail no longer twitched, but wagged happily and the corners of the male’s mouth twitched upwards every once in a while Otto sighed once again before pointing out a rather disgusting looking growth on the ground. “What about that one?” he asked cheerfully, a fake smile gracing his face. To which Zak only responded by quickly standing up and going to inspect the abnormality. Otto swallowed hard and steeled his will for a long afternoon of digging up nasty mushrooms for the festival. A little part of him was relieved to have pulled his partner out of the house this far though…

On week one it was strange, almost surreal. The sudden sounds of a dialing phone and then a long obnoxious alarm that just seemed to play on and on and on. It was annoying at first, but soon it all stopped with another round of quick dialing. We paid no attention to it and trusted in the man’s voice that calmly explained and repeated ‘This was just a test’.

One week two it sounded twice. Once during the week and another during the weekend. But still it wasn’t anything to alarm us. I especially didn’t care. I was too preoccupied with getting my next meal. It wasn’t like we’d been informed of any procedures to take when we heard the howling of the alarm. IT was irritating but still forgettable. But more things happened. We were constantly reminded that we were the 1%. The best of the best. That we were strong intelligent individuals.

That even I, was incredible for the commitment I had agreed to. That were really at war. The praise was embarrassing and no one could ever really respond. Not even I, who say deficiencies not only in myself but in all the others. We are not perfect heroes. We are barely adults.

On week six the alarm wailed at us in the darkness as we returned to our home. However, I no longer felt annoyed or irritated. I felt cold, but the wind wasn’t blowing. The alarm was ominous and for some odd reason I marched right on, my voice dying before it even left my throat. And I waited. I waited for what seemed like an hour for the alarm to stop and the man to say explain to us all that, once again, it was only a test. But I didn’t hear him. I couldn’t hear him above our screaming. Then I saw it. I heard it. Gunshots, mortar blasts, loud commands, all of it. I saw figures running, an others trying to keep everyone together organized despite the sudden panic filling each every one of us. And then I blinked and I was still marching, and I realized these were just paranoid thoughts floating around my head.

But it’s not fun, being on edge like that you know?On week one it was strange, almost surreal. The sudden sounds of a dialing phone and then a long obnoxious alarm that just seemed to play on and on and on. It was annoying at first, but soon it all stopped with another round of quick dialing. We paid no attention to it and trusted in the man’s voice that calmly explained and repeated ‘This was just a test’.

One week two it sounded twice. Once during the week and another during the weekend. But still it wasn’t anything to alarm us. I especially didn’t care. I was too preoccupied with getting my next meal. It wasn’t like we’d been informed of any procedures to take when we heard the howling of the alarm. IT was irritating but still forgettable. But more things happened. We were constantly reminded that we were the 1%. The best of the best. That we were strong intelligent individuals.

That even I, was incredible for the commitment I had agreed to. That were really at war. The praise was embarrassing and no one could ever really respond. Not even I, who say deficiencies not only in myself but in all the others. We are not perfect heroes. We are barely adults.

On week six the alarm wailed at us in the darkness as we returned to our home. However, I no longer felt annoyed or irritated. I felt cold, but the wind wasn’t blowing. The alarm was ominous and for some odd reason I marched right on, my voice dying before it even left my throat. And I waited. I waited for what seemed like an hour for the alarm to stop and the man to say explain to us all that, once again, it was only a test. But I didn’t hear him. I couldn’t hear him above our screaming. Then I saw it. I heard it. Gunshots, mortar blasts, loud commands, all of it. I saw figures running, an others trying to keep everyone together organized despite the sudden panic filling each every one of us. And then I blinked and I was still marching, and I realized these were just paranoid thoughts floating around my head.

But it’s not fun, being on edge like that you know? 

Thoughts
venting leave me be uwu :iconluvluvplz: 

wtf is categories im sorry. 
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Zak barged into the lobby, tired, battered and bruised. He exerted more force than he should have considering the state his body was in. Brightly colored feathers clung to his fur with strange wooden beads intermixed among the locks. It would’ve looked somewhat neat, if it weren’t for the fact that his cream colored fur was matted and caked in mud and vibrant paint. Otto followed behind him in a similar state, floating behind as he’d given up using his legs. They were dry at least, which saved the landlady from having a complete nervous breakdown. Not that much dirt had been dragged in. The pair only snarled viciously at the Pokémon in their way, baring their fangs and showing off a new wild look in their dark eyes. Without a word they moved upstairs to their old room.

Otto gripped the key with a trembling hand as they finally reached their destination, Room 404. Their long time home ever since they’d set up shop in Blue Town. It was almost surreal being in front of the ornate door. Zak lightly smacked at the Sableye with his tail, silently urging him forward. His partner obeyed before unlocking the door. The key still worked after all this time, amazingly. What they found, however, was not as big of a relief as they’d hoped for. Team Donion Kings stared incredulously at the mess before them. Clothes, supplies, and random objects that were definitely not theirs cluttered the suite. A trio of Pokémon lay about in their particular corners.

Zak couldn’t even articulate his fury. He paid damn god money for so long and had even bothered to inform their landlady of their trip and they return to THESE obnoxious little chicken shits in their fucking room!? OH no, Zak lacked he eloquence a Pokémon needed to verbalize his sheer anger. The zigzagoon instead threw out the little upstarts, snarling and barking rabidly while Otto smacked the flailing little scoundrels with their own shit. It didn’t take long for the team to leave. Hell, anyone would run away from angry feral looking Pokémon.

Otto slammed the door shut after the pair had picked everything that didn’t belong to them and thrown it out the window. The little shitheads could gather their belongings outside, in the rain for all they cared. Zak gagged as he approached his old mattress, before taking a moment to rip the sheets off and flip it over. Everything in this room smelled unnatural, foreign even and the two couldn’t help but be absolutely revolted. They almost missed the jungle and its clean air.  With a small huff, the zigzagoon moved into the bathroom to clean himself before even daring to lay on the bed. Otto followed waiting for his partner to be finished before conducting his own personal hygiene. All the two were conscious of was the soothing warmth of the water and soft towels before falling into a deep slumber.

Team Donion Kings Slept through the next day and the day after that. They’d locked the doors, and drawn the curtains unwilling to speak to anyone. They didn’t eat; only slept. Occasionally Zak stirred but only to adjust the blankets. On the third night he was forced awake by his rumbling stomach. The sudden emptiness making him aware that he’d practically been comatose for a few nights, as Otto had put it. The Sableye never had much need for sleep. He’d only slept the first night. After that it was gathering supplies and catching up on the news. The ghost type had stuck to himself though. Going about unseen and unnoticed. He was too tired to bother with interaction.

“You should eat. Here, it isn’t Nanab but it should still be good.” Otto said with a yawn as he tossed his partner some apples.

“Thanks…” the normal type muttered before inhaling the fruit.

He tried not to think of the exotic fruits that had provided him sustenance for so long. IT wouldn’t do to dwell on it much. Surely someone sold those somewhere nearby.

“I’m thirsty.” Zak complained after an hour or so. He glanced tired at his partner before grinning at the Sableye. Otto’s eyes widened as it dawned on him.

 

“Guess whose back baby?” Zak hollered downing another drink and laughing loudly with his partner. Otto grinned not paying any attention to the glasses piling up on the counter behind them. The bartender smiled, their cheer contagious. The Copa Cabana was loud tonight. As the liquor circulated through the boys’ systems, they couldn’t help but hype up the club. The music was good, the gals looked pretty great but most important of all, they were back. They’d made it.

“Let’s dance bae.” The Zigzagoon screamed, trying to get his message across to a tipsy Skitty over the loud music. Otto cackled at the sight but was too drunk to even care. He didn’t offer a second glance when he heard the Zigzagoon screaming, “It’s going down! I’m yelling TIMBEEER!”

“You better move, you better dance! You’ll be the one I won’t FORGETTT!” The Skitty screamed back before the pair began singing along with the band circling each other in some sort of drunken, jumpy dance. Otto downed yet another mysteriously potent drink before setting off to find his own pretty lady to spend the night with.

The next morning Zak awoke backstage alone. He blinked a few times before being prodded by the owner of the Copa Cabana. Otto stood next to the smiling Gengar, the Sableye’s expression considerably darker. “Time to pay up boys.” The Gengar explained. The zigzagoon nodded. He always paid his dues after all. The Pokémon rolled the bartender a few Sitrus berries before attempting to stand up. The Gengar, however, frowned displeased at the action and shook his head. Zak frowned in return before producing a few more to which Gengar again shook his head.

“We only accept mewdollars at this establishment.” Gengar explained. At which point, Zak’s stomach dropped. Otto looked away as Zak came to terms with what this meant. They were fucking broke. They could only pay their debt through…no it was to terrible to even think of it! He was too hungover to even consider it!

“Clean up duty.”

“MOTHER FUCK-“

Timber baby
"Swing your partner round and round
End of the night, it's going down
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it's going down."


just a little tidbit on team donion kings' welcome back bby
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Kimmy-x3
Kimmy
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United States
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Current Residence: THE TWILIGHT REALM
Favourite style of art: abstract
MP3 player of choice: Purple nano with a CAMERA~! :'D
Favourite cartoon character: Toph
Personal Quote: A good friend tells you when you stink so that you may take a damn shower
Interests
so i barely have any signal on my phone and i have to pay for some wifi.

so its gonna be rough for this week until i figure out what im doing. but yeah.

ait is great = u =

later
  • Mood: Thrilled
  • Listening to: Game Grumps Guns of Icarus
  • Reading: the screen
  • Watching: the screen
  • Playing: Harvest Moon: New Beginning
  • Eating: seco and chicken

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SlothTamer121 Featured By Owner Oct 11, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy birthday!! :iconyaayplz: :icondragonglomp: :iconfrufflesplz: :iconslowhugplz:
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Kimmy-x3 Featured By Owner Oct 11, 2014  Hobbyist
Thank you! >u< 
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Braisse01 Featured By Owner Oct 2, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you for the Watch! :)
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Dark-Ranokai Featured By Owner Jun 19, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
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You didnt comment. Pikachu Crying Plz
Did I draw them wrong I AM SORRY!!...oh just noticed I missed alot of small details.
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Kimmy-x3 Featured By Owner Jun 19, 2014  Hobbyist
No don't worry. I just get busy sometimes and don't comment on everything immediately. S'all right. ouob
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Dark-Ranokai Featured By Owner Jun 19, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
THANK YOU SENPAI!
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Kimmy-x3 Featured By Owner Jun 19, 2014  Hobbyist
ouob
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Ali-Bear44 Featured By Owner Apr 27, 2013  Student General Artist
Thanks for the Fav~!
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chaosheart13 Featured By Owner Feb 24, 2013
[link] You can also thank Biko for this.
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[link] I'll just leave this here.
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