“Blast it all!” Harold said, chasing after his Zorua, “Get back here now, or you’ll be in serious trouble!”
The tricky fox Pokemon ignored its trainer, instead hauling the bag clutched in its teeth, which contained its friends’ pokeballs, into the old, abandoned house on the corner.
“No, don’t go in there! Dodgammit, stop, I say!” The old man paused at the entrance of the vacant house, leaning down to catch his breath. “Ooh, when I get my hands on that little brat…!” he panted angrily.
After a few minutes, the out-of-shape gentleman regained his strength. Looking around to make sure no one saw him trespassing, he hesitantly took a step through the doorless entryway, into the darkened interior of the building.
Harold was greeted with an empty, dusty foyer; the faint smell of mildew hung in the air. As the house was a mansion, the room was tall; old, creaking rafters faded into the darkness near the top of the vaulted ceiling. Several large, peeling paintings leered at him from high up on the walls, hung above a set of grand stairs leading up to a landing on the second floor.
The old man gulped nervously. “Z-Zorua?” he called for his Pokemon, scanning the dim room.
No response but the quiet sound of the wind blowing outside.
“Perhaps I’ll just go get the police to help me…” he said, turning to leave.
With a loud crash, two large doors at the front entrance violently slammed shut. A quiet click sounded as the locks seemed to turn on their own.
Harold jumped straight up. “Gah!” he exclaimed, his heart racing. He was glad he had thought to relieve himself before taking his Pokemon on its walk!
Looking around frantically, he called out, “Wh-Who’s there?”
After a few seconds of dead silence, Harold regained his composure. Straightening up, he shouted “This isn’t funny!” before demanding, “If anyone is skulking about in here, show yourself this instant!”
Practically on cue, a pale-skinned, brown-haired boy appeared from the darkness at the top of the stairs. The youngster wore a blue-and-white short-sleeved hoodie, along with matching shoes; his brown shorts looked to be puffed out by the bulk of a well-used diaper. A faint stench accompanied him.
“Welcome, Harold,” the child greeted, his young, boyish voice hollow and devoid of emotion. “We’ve been waiting a long, long time for you.”
Harold shivered in fear. “H-how do you know my name?” Pausing a second, he added, “Wait, ‘we?’”
With perfect synchronization, two Absols stepped from the shadows, flanking the boy.
The one on his left was a normal Mega Absol, wearing nothing but a yellow-and-white tape-up diaper. Also containing hints of orange and dark blue, the garment resembled a park ball; It looked to be puffy and soaked in the front.
The Absol on the boy’s right was a Mega Absol Z, which only wore a teal tape-up diaper resembling a strange, unknown pokeball. The garment looked to be lumpy and heavy in the rear.
Both Pokemon silently glared at Harold.
“Wh-what do you want from me?” Harold asked, looking between the Pokemon and the boy nervously. “Money? I can give you money! Say how much and I - “
The boy’s expression remained empty, his voice flat. “We want your life, Harold.”
In unison, both Mega Absols leaped from the top of the stairs, landing right in front of the old man in a single, silent bound.
“AAAHHH!” Harold screamed in utter terror as he turned tail and ran for the exit. He immediately skidded to a stop.
There, barring the way, was the creepy, pale-faced boy, somehow already down the stairs. “Come, join us, Harold,” he said as he offered out his hand. “It will be painless.”
Harold fell to his knees and grovelled. “Please! No, I’ll give you anything! Anything!” He looked up, pressing his hands together pleadingly. “Just let me go!”
Without changing expression, the boy replied, “Give us your Pokemon.”
Harold barely let the boy finish before blurting out, “Yes, go ahead, you can have them! I don’t even know where they are right now, anyway! Keep them, and let me free!”
The boy’s mouth twisted into a sinister grin. “Gooooood...” he rasped out as he dissolved into mist right before Harold’s eyes.
Harold wasted no time. He bolted straight for the locked doors, which vanished as he approached. “Never again! Never again!” was all the man could blubber out as he exited the house and ran off into the night.
Back in the mansion, the two Absols looked at each other and high-fived. They both shimmered, returning to their normal appearances.
The first Mega Absol, it turns out, was the Zorua previously belonging to Harold. The black fox was wearing its usual luxury ball-patterned diaper; the garment looked soaked, just as it had earlier.
The Mega Absol Z’s true form was also a Zorua, a Hisuian one. The ghostly white fox had flowing whisps of pinkish-red hair across their body. They wore a white-and-red tape-up diaper, overall resembling a premier ball; the garment was still sporting a full load in the back.
“Zor-zor'a!” both Pokemon said to each other in unison. They giggled.
“Hey, Parfait, there you are!”
A pale young woman with wild, dark hair walked up to the Hisuian Zorua. She bent down, her flowing purple dress pooling on the ground as she did so; a faint crinkle sounded. “Why’d you run off into here?” She looked over at the other Zorua. “Who’s your friend?”
“Zorua!” the Hisuian Pokemon replied enthusiastically.
“Guess I should’ve seen that answer coming…” their trainer muttered. She then noticed the bag of luxury balls sitting next to the two Pokemon. “Oh?”
