“Now this feels better!”
The former champion was taking a buzzing hacksaw to a giant block of ice, attempting to make it form a shape this time while Triton chirped at her side, a pair of goggles on his face as well as his trainer’s.
She hacked away at the block, making something vaguely human shaped before ‘accidentally’ hacking it’s head off.
“Not again…”
“Oh well.”
“Oh who am I fucking kidding. There’s the sick to my stomach part. Ulp-”
She ran straight into the bathroom again, Triton trailing along behind her for comfort.
And guess who was sitting in front of the toilet with the top seat up and Triton rubbing at her back for comfort.
Rebecca was the opposite of Silver when she was unneedingly stressed out. She tended to be at the porcelain throne for up to an hour before her stomach settled on it’s own. Then she simply cried until she passed out and was carried to bed by Goop.
Guess who fell asleep in the middle of brushing Marshmallow’s fluff again.
The former champion got out of bed, wobbling downstairs to the kitchen and taking a small pill with water.
She leaned on the counter, grumbling quiet curses to herself as she waited for the pill to start working.
“Ugh…”
There was quiet coughing in her room as the former champion laid in bed, both feverish and exhausted.
Rebecca had worked in the heat for far too long today, learning an old lesson.
“Time for the weekly harvest.”
Rebecca was in her work clothes as she carried a large basket outside to harvest berries from her trees.
“And that is the last goddamn time I’m going to PokeStar studios. Fricking MOBS of people trying to yank at me and shit. Agh, I’ve got bruises from where those crazy idiots were pulling on my arms.”
And the champion of dipshits is back, ladies and gentlemen. Albeit bruised and angry.
Rebecca let out a quiet sigh, taking the oven mitts off her hands as she packed the large pieces of chocolate into a piece of wrapping paper, tying a silk ribbon around it. The tag read ‘To Silver, love Rebecca’, and she was excited to give these to him.
Now if only she could find him.
“Ugh… I need a challenge. I know I’m retired but a peaceful place like this… Ever since that brat beat Plasma, it’s been boring. Maybe I should go ask for my old job back, at least that gave me a few laughs with how pathetic some of the trainers were.”
Back in the Game 