Ash suddenly speaks up in a high, shrill voice.
"But I just wanna become a pokemon master! Theres pikacoo and rapmander and jaktoo and spludum and grundon..."
Rick rubs his eyes deeply. He hasnt gotten much sleep. You know that. Always working with that time portal of his.
"Shut up, Ash," you murmor. Ash never stops this babbling, and you dont understand a thing he's saying.
"...and siphoner and gryodamble and yodible and jigglumduf..."
"Shut the fuck up, kid," Jim curses at the young lad.
"...and greatbauble and punkinban..."
POW POW POW POW POW
Ash slumps the the floor, lifeless. Smoke creeps from Beth's gun as she lowers it and folds her arms under her large breasts. You dont ask the woman for an explanation. It was a mistake to hire that kid in the first place.
"Somebody get the fucker out of here," you grunt.
"Right away, Smokes!" one of your soldiers barks. He drags the dead pokemon humper out of the control room.
Smokes. The nickname kept after all these years. Melissa gave it to you back when you were still a dumb kid, thirty years ago. You kept it to remind you what a horror you let apon the world all those years ago. Hopefully, it is not too late. Hopefully, you can still change things.
"Is it ready yet.?" You ask without raising your head.
"Almost, Smokes," Rick and Francis say simotatiously. It was thier job to make the final adjustments on it. With luck, it just might work.
"There." Francis says, welding the final component into place, "Our time machine is ready."
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What happens next?
Wed Dec 29 13:10:29 1999