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4/30/2025, 11:35:41 PM
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Then the silence is broken by a sudden bark followed by a harsh metallic sound. You look downwards to see a little red and black figure covered in blades step in front of his master, going click, click, click with each footstep, and stand at attention with his yellow eyes wide open. He's followed by a marginally larger brown dog with a bushy mustache and a coat of blue shaggy fur. These two are the Landlord's Pawniard and Herdier — his loyal soldier and his trusted consigliere.
You're suddenly struck by the horrifying realization that you can't do anything to stop the Landlord and his gang from barging in for their imminent inspection. Sure, the doorway might give the apartment's "Big Mister" some trouble, but you know that wouldn't stop him at all.
The Landlord puffs out a low, jovial chuckle, breaking his own silence.
"How's it goin' here, Danny boy?" he rumbles. "Is everything okay? Heard you've been in a rough spot since your discharge a few weeks ago."
"Y-Y-Yeah, everything's okaaaaaay," you say very very slowly. There's a unexpected cry of surprise from inside your apartment. Sweat starts pouring down your brow. You can't turn around to see what's going on back there. Garcian, please don't fuck this up...
The eyes of the Landlord's Pokémon narrow ever so slightly.
"Good, good. I'm pleased to hear that from my tenants. I do my best to make sure the people here are happy." He lets out another good-humored chuckle, coming from the depths of his massive body. "We're like family. Family helps each other out, right?"
"Yet, you look so troubled, Danny! Maybe you should put on some pants on next time. The desert gets awful cold at night. Har. Har." His laugh wheezes out like a gigantic deflating Drifblim.
You look down and oh sweet legends, you're in your boxers. You start choking.
"Well, you know the drill, boys," the Landlord huffs, with the placid grin contorting on his face like wet dough. "Another 30 days down the drain. End of the month. I've come to collect."
"H-How much do we owe?" You know the rent and he knows that you know, but you have no idea if Garcian's done yet or not. The Herdier's sudden bout of sniffing is all you can concentrate on.
"22,000 POKÉ," he breathes out.
You look up very quickly, too quickly, and the Landlord leans down, puts his slab of a hand gently on your shoulder, and looks straight into the depths of your soul. He smacks his lips very loudly and says,
>"Look, I'll do you a favor, little nephew. For your mother's sake, Arceus rest her soul." [You ARE family after all. You just don't see the resemblance...]
>"It's been a rough month for the two of you, I get that." [You're a MOSTLY RELIABLE guy. You do have a little sum of money with you but the Landlord doesn't need to know that...]
>"You little freakshit, I'm not running a charity here." [You're PITIFUL and you have NO money, ha ha ha...]
>WRITE IN. (Why does Landlord put up with you and Garican?)
Then the silence is broken by a sudden bark followed by a harsh metallic sound. You look downwards to see a little red and black figure covered in blades step in front of his master, going click, click, click with each footstep, and stand at attention with his yellow eyes wide open. He's followed by a marginally larger brown dog with a bushy mustache and a coat of blue shaggy fur. These two are the Landlord's Pawniard and Herdier — his loyal soldier and his trusted consigliere.
You're suddenly struck by the horrifying realization that you can't do anything to stop the Landlord and his gang from barging in for their imminent inspection. Sure, the doorway might give the apartment's "Big Mister" some trouble, but you know that wouldn't stop him at all.
The Landlord puffs out a low, jovial chuckle, breaking his own silence.
"How's it goin' here, Danny boy?" he rumbles. "Is everything okay? Heard you've been in a rough spot since your discharge a few weeks ago."
"Y-Y-Yeah, everything's okaaaaaay," you say very very slowly. There's a unexpected cry of surprise from inside your apartment. Sweat starts pouring down your brow. You can't turn around to see what's going on back there. Garcian, please don't fuck this up...
The eyes of the Landlord's Pokémon narrow ever so slightly.
"Good, good. I'm pleased to hear that from my tenants. I do my best to make sure the people here are happy." He lets out another good-humored chuckle, coming from the depths of his massive body. "We're like family. Family helps each other out, right?"
"Yet, you look so troubled, Danny! Maybe you should put on some pants on next time. The desert gets awful cold at night. Har. Har." His laugh wheezes out like a gigantic deflating Drifblim.
You look down and oh sweet legends, you're in your boxers. You start choking.
"Well, you know the drill, boys," the Landlord huffs, with the placid grin contorting on his face like wet dough. "Another 30 days down the drain. End of the month. I've come to collect."
"H-How much do we owe?" You know the rent and he knows that you know, but you have no idea if Garcian's done yet or not. The Herdier's sudden bout of sniffing is all you can concentrate on.
"22,000 POKÉ," he breathes out.
You look up very quickly, too quickly, and the Landlord leans down, puts his slab of a hand gently on your shoulder, and looks straight into the depths of your soul. He smacks his lips very loudly and says,
>"Look, I'll do you a favor, little nephew. For your mother's sake, Arceus rest her soul." [You ARE family after all. You just don't see the resemblance...]
>"It's been a rough month for the two of you, I get that." [You're a MOSTLY RELIABLE guy. You do have a little sum of money with you but the Landlord doesn't need to know that...]
>"You little freakshit, I'm not running a charity here." [You're PITIFUL and you have NO money, ha ha ha...]
>WRITE IN. (Why does Landlord put up with you and Garican?)
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