1Hangry Hangry Morpeko
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Pokémon franchise.
Summary:
Marnie's Morpeko may be cute, but the Pokémon's evil side is a true menace to behold. Something poor, poor Hop never wants to witness again.
Outside the elevators of the Budew Drop Inn, Gym Challenger Hop was causing quite a stir. Marnie's Team Yell grunts formed an aggressive circle around the young Trainer, leading some to assume a shakedown was in progress.
"What seems to be the trouble?" the hotel manager inquired.
"That chap isn't wearing trousers! Call the fuzz!" an elderly woman who saw his pants vilified to gasps from the intrusive crowd.
"Porkies! She ate me trousers, wot!" Hop indicated his tormentor by craning his body, desperate not to uncover himself. Compassionately, Marnie had instructed the chavs on Team Yell to run interference.
Taking full credit, Morpeko chipped loudly at a nut between her paws on her one bucktooth. "Uraura!"
"You shouldn't have kept those berries in your pockets in the lift, mate. Morpeko love the seeds!"
Brill. All the levelheadedness Hop came to expect of his old friend.
"And she'll chew through anythin' t'filch them! She's shirty that way," the rodent's owner added.
The Two-Sided Pokémon, indeed! Morpeko was docile now, her deceivingly Pikachu-esque fur emblematic of cuteness, but when she got hungry…oh, when she got hangry, watch out!
The black and purple pelt. Those Houndoom eyes! Hero of legend, the mares Hop would have!
Victor finished patching up Hop's ripped clothes.
Marnie was impressed Vic had such an interest in needlework.
"Got it from me mum!"
