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"Operation: Outlast the Snowstorm!" by Fireblasts for Pyrrhocorax
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Title: Operation: Outlast the Snowstorm!
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Rating: G / All Audiences
Verse: Games – Mystery Dungeon verse but without canon characters. Just in terms of Pokemon independence / society.
Characters: Furret, Sawsbuck, Torkoal, Rotom, Claydol.
Summary: Furret’s got a broken window that’s letting too much snow in. Some of her friends drop by to help her out around the house.
Content Notes: For pyrrhocorax / secretlyawizard, who asked for a wintery celebration of Pokemon friendship. I’m afraid that between the holiday spirit and such a cute prompt, I couldn’t help but turn it into a little bit of a Dr. Seuss shindig. Sorry for all my bad rhymes!
/
Today wasn’t going particularly well for Furret. For starters, she had woken up later than she remembered setting her alarm for, forcing her into such a rush to meet her friend Sawsbuck for breakfast that she forgot to put one sock on, leaving one of her feet absolutely drenched by the snow as soon as she stepped out of her house.
Breakfast had gone well enough—Sawsbuck hasn’t minded her being late at all, and the café they had decided to eat at was warm and had a good atmosphere. Sawsbuck had even crossed the road from the café after their meal to buy Furret a new pair of socks so that her feet wouldn’t get wet on the way home.
That was about where the good times stopped, unfortunately. Though it had only been snowing lightly that morning, both the snow and wind picked up quite fiercely as Furret made her way home. She had reached up at one point to stop her hat from flying away, only for her scarf to unfurl and blow off in the wind. She had considered chasing after it for a moment, but it was moving back the way she came, and she couldn’t stand being out in the cold much longer.
Losing her scarf was annoying, but not devastating to Furret—it wasn’t even her favorite, and she had a few more in the same color. However, when she returned to her home and opened the door, only to find broken glass and far too much snow on the floor, she became quite furious over everything that had wronged her that morning…
/
“How could this happen?” she exclaimed in a huff. “I can’t stand this morning! Enough is enough! There’s snow on the ground and it’s covered my floor. It feels the same inside as it does out the door! What do I do? What is there to say?” She picked up the phone and called Sawsbuck for aid!
“I’m sorry to hear that this has happened to you,” he said, adding, “what is it you’d like me to do?”
“I need help to clean up this ridiculous mess. Do you think if we tried, and gave it our best, that the two of us only would manage the job? If not, gather friends, we’ll take it on in a mob!”
“I know just who to call but it might take a while,” he said, thinking over his very next dial. “We’ll fix your window, Furret, don’t worry. Hold on a sec, we’ll be there in a hurry!”
And so Furret hung up and turned back to the mess that the snow had been making (she was less than impressed). “What I need to do first is pick up the glass, if I leave it around things could get ugly fast! My friends are smart, but mistakes can be made, and I’m not quite sure if I’m out of band-aids!”
As she picked up the wreckage she looked out the window, spying a flame barreling through the snow! “Torkoal is coming,” she sighed with relief, “his flame will be able to lessen my grief.”
She opened the door as he spun to a halt, head popping out of his shell with a malt. “I came with a milkshake at Sawsbuck’s request, he said you were troubled, but this might make it less.”
“It’s too cold for a sweet treat such as that, but thank you for coming! You’re up to bat. The snow’s coming in and I can’t light my chimney!”
“Hmm,” Torkoal mused, “well let me see.”
He made it to the fireplace as fast as he could (which was about as fast as any turtle would). “I see the problem,” he said with disdain. “There’s ice in your chimney; it can’t keep a flame. But let me show you a very neat trick; I’ll heat up your home incredibly quick!”
Is that a joke? Furret thought, eyeing the turtle. Should I laugh? Socializing is such a hurdle!
She was saved from indecision when her oven sprang to life! “Rotom’s here,” the oven said! “I can play the fife!”
“Please don’t,” Sawsbuck begged from the door, recalling headaches and migraines galore. “The last time you did your notes were so shrill that I forgot my own name and called myself Bill.”
“Sawsbuck! And Rotom! It’s so nice to see you. Are we repairing my window? Do you have any glue?”
“I did better than glue,” Sawsbuck said with cheer. “But it seems like our last helper isn’t quite here. While we wait, let’s do something about the snow. Torkoal! Can you help? Rotom, let’s go!”
The turtle turned his head and let out a hot breath, while Rotom zipped by, coming in from the left. The snow in the house melted as a result of the fire, leaving a puddle that was not to be desired. But Rotom and Sawsbuck knew just what to do! Sawsbuck planted three seeds, the water acting as dew.
“It’s Natural Gift,” he explained on the go. Suddenly, grass started to grow! A loud buzzing could be heard from outside, as a Lawnmower-Rotom was beaming with pride. Happy to help, the machine cut the grass!
“That was nonsensical, but it sure worked fast!”
“One more step, while we wait for our friend. Let’s make sure this snow comes to an end!”
Rotom released the machine, quick as could be, and went barreling outside, straight up the chimney! Furret glanced up, and lo and behold, Rotom started shaking and buzzing and glowed!
“Reflect I will do to keep the snow away! Go home, get out, it’s not time to play!”
A barrier surrounded the house instantaneously, which Furret admired, while Rotom boasted famously. “That should hold the snow out for a while,” Sawsbuck said, “Which is good, ‘cause that cold is vile!”
A strange foreign object suddenly rocketed down! From the skies it came, “Hey! Who is that clown?”
“That’s no clown,” Torkoal said, seeing the object rise. “That’s Claydol, the Psychic! They’re the surprise!”
‘They’re here to help my window get fixed?” Furret asked. “In that case, hooray! My sadness is nixed!”
Claydol buzzed telekinetically, coming inside. “Tell me friends, where do the broken shards hide?”
“I trashed them,” Furret said, eyeing the garbage. “I was afraid if left out they could cause some carnage.”
“A smart idea, but I have one smarter! With my psychic powers, I’m willing to barter.”
“What will it take to get my window together? A book, a cushion, a flower, a feather?”
“None of that sort! I require a hug! With just one, I’ll sweep your problems under the rug!”
Furret smiled brightly, and leapt in the air! She put her feet on the ground, then jumped on a chair. “You’re levitating so, that I must reach you from here. But come on! Have a hug!” Claydol let out a cheer!
The two embraced, but Rotom buzzed down. “Reflect is running out! Better act now!”
Claydol jumped into action, using mystical power. Furret thought fixing her window would take hours! But alas, it was done before she could blink! Each little piece fit snug with a clink!
“Amazing!” Furret said, “you finished so fast!”
“How much longer could this snowstorm actually last?”
Everyone looked at Sawsbuck, who spoke. “What? I’m just saying! This is no joke!”
“Please, all, stay here! You’ve helped me so much. I couldn’t just kick you out in a rush! We’ll bring out the board games and all of the toys! Stay here ‘til the snow stops, let me bring you some joy!”
“That sounds like a wonderful plan,” Torkoal said. “It sure would be nice to rest my head. Breathing fire takes a lot out of you, you know.”
“I’ll play my fife!”
“How about NO!”
And so the five friends braved out the weather, their bonds growing stronger as they stayed together. The moral here, folks, would you know it? It’s to enjoy friendship, and to always show it!
pyrrhocoraxTitle: Operation: Outlast the Snowstorm!
Author:
Rating: G / All Audiences
Verse: Games – Mystery Dungeon verse but without canon characters. Just in terms of Pokemon independence / society.
Characters: Furret, Sawsbuck, Torkoal, Rotom, Claydol.
Summary: Furret’s got a broken window that’s letting too much snow in. Some of her friends drop by to help her out around the house.
Content Notes: For pyrrhocorax / secretlyawizard, who asked for a wintery celebration of Pokemon friendship. I’m afraid that between the holiday spirit and such a cute prompt, I couldn’t help but turn it into a little bit of a Dr. Seuss shindig. Sorry for all my bad rhymes!
/
Today wasn’t going particularly well for Furret. For starters, she had woken up later than she remembered setting her alarm for, forcing her into such a rush to meet her friend Sawsbuck for breakfast that she forgot to put one sock on, leaving one of her feet absolutely drenched by the snow as soon as she stepped out of her house.
Breakfast had gone well enough—Sawsbuck hasn’t minded her being late at all, and the café they had decided to eat at was warm and had a good atmosphere. Sawsbuck had even crossed the road from the café after their meal to buy Furret a new pair of socks so that her feet wouldn’t get wet on the way home.
That was about where the good times stopped, unfortunately. Though it had only been snowing lightly that morning, both the snow and wind picked up quite fiercely as Furret made her way home. She had reached up at one point to stop her hat from flying away, only for her scarf to unfurl and blow off in the wind. She had considered chasing after it for a moment, but it was moving back the way she came, and she couldn’t stand being out in the cold much longer.
Losing her scarf was annoying, but not devastating to Furret—it wasn’t even her favorite, and she had a few more in the same color. However, when she returned to her home and opened the door, only to find broken glass and far too much snow on the floor, she became quite furious over everything that had wronged her that morning…
/
“How could this happen?” she exclaimed in a huff. “I can’t stand this morning! Enough is enough! There’s snow on the ground and it’s covered my floor. It feels the same inside as it does out the door! What do I do? What is there to say?” She picked up the phone and called Sawsbuck for aid!
“I’m sorry to hear that this has happened to you,” he said, adding, “what is it you’d like me to do?”
“I need help to clean up this ridiculous mess. Do you think if we tried, and gave it our best, that the two of us only would manage the job? If not, gather friends, we’ll take it on in a mob!”
“I know just who to call but it might take a while,” he said, thinking over his very next dial. “We’ll fix your window, Furret, don’t worry. Hold on a sec, we’ll be there in a hurry!”
And so Furret hung up and turned back to the mess that the snow had been making (she was less than impressed). “What I need to do first is pick up the glass, if I leave it around things could get ugly fast! My friends are smart, but mistakes can be made, and I’m not quite sure if I’m out of band-aids!”
As she picked up the wreckage she looked out the window, spying a flame barreling through the snow! “Torkoal is coming,” she sighed with relief, “his flame will be able to lessen my grief.”
She opened the door as he spun to a halt, head popping out of his shell with a malt. “I came with a milkshake at Sawsbuck’s request, he said you were troubled, but this might make it less.”
“It’s too cold for a sweet treat such as that, but thank you for coming! You’re up to bat. The snow’s coming in and I can’t light my chimney!”
“Hmm,” Torkoal mused, “well let me see.”
He made it to the fireplace as fast as he could (which was about as fast as any turtle would). “I see the problem,” he said with disdain. “There’s ice in your chimney; it can’t keep a flame. But let me show you a very neat trick; I’ll heat up your home incredibly quick!”
Is that a joke? Furret thought, eyeing the turtle. Should I laugh? Socializing is such a hurdle!
She was saved from indecision when her oven sprang to life! “Rotom’s here,” the oven said! “I can play the fife!”
“Please don’t,” Sawsbuck begged from the door, recalling headaches and migraines galore. “The last time you did your notes were so shrill that I forgot my own name and called myself Bill.”
“Sawsbuck! And Rotom! It’s so nice to see you. Are we repairing my window? Do you have any glue?”
“I did better than glue,” Sawsbuck said with cheer. “But it seems like our last helper isn’t quite here. While we wait, let’s do something about the snow. Torkoal! Can you help? Rotom, let’s go!”
The turtle turned his head and let out a hot breath, while Rotom zipped by, coming in from the left. The snow in the house melted as a result of the fire, leaving a puddle that was not to be desired. But Rotom and Sawsbuck knew just what to do! Sawsbuck planted three seeds, the water acting as dew.
“It’s Natural Gift,” he explained on the go. Suddenly, grass started to grow! A loud buzzing could be heard from outside, as a Lawnmower-Rotom was beaming with pride. Happy to help, the machine cut the grass!
“That was nonsensical, but it sure worked fast!”
“One more step, while we wait for our friend. Let’s make sure this snow comes to an end!”
Rotom released the machine, quick as could be, and went barreling outside, straight up the chimney! Furret glanced up, and lo and behold, Rotom started shaking and buzzing and glowed!
“Reflect I will do to keep the snow away! Go home, get out, it’s not time to play!”
A barrier surrounded the house instantaneously, which Furret admired, while Rotom boasted famously. “That should hold the snow out for a while,” Sawsbuck said, “Which is good, ‘cause that cold is vile!”
A strange foreign object suddenly rocketed down! From the skies it came, “Hey! Who is that clown?”
“That’s no clown,” Torkoal said, seeing the object rise. “That’s Claydol, the Psychic! They’re the surprise!”
‘They’re here to help my window get fixed?” Furret asked. “In that case, hooray! My sadness is nixed!”
Claydol buzzed telekinetically, coming inside. “Tell me friends, where do the broken shards hide?”
“I trashed them,” Furret said, eyeing the garbage. “I was afraid if left out they could cause some carnage.”
“A smart idea, but I have one smarter! With my psychic powers, I’m willing to barter.”
“What will it take to get my window together? A book, a cushion, a flower, a feather?”
“None of that sort! I require a hug! With just one, I’ll sweep your problems under the rug!”
Furret smiled brightly, and leapt in the air! She put her feet on the ground, then jumped on a chair. “You’re levitating so, that I must reach you from here. But come on! Have a hug!” Claydol let out a cheer!
The two embraced, but Rotom buzzed down. “Reflect is running out! Better act now!”
Claydol jumped into action, using mystical power. Furret thought fixing her window would take hours! But alas, it was done before she could blink! Each little piece fit snug with a clink!
“Amazing!” Furret said, “you finished so fast!”
“How much longer could this snowstorm actually last?”
Everyone looked at Sawsbuck, who spoke. “What? I’m just saying! This is no joke!”
“Please, all, stay here! You’ve helped me so much. I couldn’t just kick you out in a rush! We’ll bring out the board games and all of the toys! Stay here ‘til the snow stops, let me bring you some joy!”
“That sounds like a wonderful plan,” Torkoal said. “It sure would be nice to rest my head. Breathing fire takes a lot out of you, you know.”
“I’ll play my fife!”
“How about NO!”
And so the five friends braved out the weather, their bonds growing stronger as they stayed together. The moral here, folks, would you know it? It’s to enjoy friendship, and to always show it!