#grohl tangrowth

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I’m not doing munday today due to work, but i will be showing a commission I had done by @dragons-and-art .

This is simply Gwen and Grohl partying it up and drinking. Despite the two not dating, Gwen is an affectionate drunk. Considering these two are best friends, she can be extremely affectionate.

As usual, Dray did great!

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After a few flying taxi rides, both the hawlucha and darkrai returned to the office.

Despite how casually everyone reacted to the darkrai coming into the room, there was still a bit of surprise, both from Freddy and Lonnie.

If Lenox had this kind of power on speed dial, that could be worth remembering for future jobs. This also could serve as useful information for Mariah as a bargaining chip.

Lonnie on the hard was surprised, not at the presence of a darkrai. It was just how casual he came in and how no one barely had a reaction. God only knows Mariah’s reaction if she came in.

“You ready?” Lenox tried to assure the darkrai to let him prepare for their request of what had to be done.

The darkrai looked down at the subject. His condition was unnerving. Blood red eyeballs, flaking vines that were falling off in clusters. The tangrowth’s condition was as dire as it sounds.

Oscar was more than aware that everyone in this room had committed immeasurable amount of crimes. What he was doing would be helping someone who may not be a good mon.

The dark knew he had no room to judge.

“As ready as I will be.” The darkrai nodded, but not before letting out a sigh, compartmentalizing Grohl’s character to being someone in need. Oscar knew of his own past and felt he had no right to argue the moral high ground.

“Alright. Do whatever you need to do in order to be prepared.” Lonnie came off unfazed by his presence. Everyone in the room made sure not to say anything to psyche him out.

Among those in the room, Gwen was surprisingly quiet. At this point anything that can be done the better. Just let the mon work.

Lenox never thought she would ask help from a human, even if he met him as a noivern. Regardless this was not a time to split hairs. There was something he could do to help with Grohl.

Or rather, some he had living with him. A darkrai, multiple in fact. But one in particular who could help.

“Hello Nat,” Lenox was serious as what she was here prevented any friendliness. “Grohl has fallen into a coma. The reasons for it are many, but regardless. We need Oscar. Because out of everyone we know, he’s the only one we know can help with this.”

While this was asking past Oscar, and rather towards Nat, Lenox was running on a lot of assumptions with Oscar and those clarifications needed to be disregarded.

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[Upon hearing Grohl's name, Nat recalls Tala telling them about a 'mon with that name and how she enjoyed his company. They nod once more to the Hawlucha.]

I plan to see him in an hour or so, I'll be sure to pass the word along. I'm sure he'll be up for helping you guys. Pass a hello on to Brittany too if you feel inclined.

[Egg Watch: 2/4]

[the-feral-one]

🎵- Float On by Danny Brown

💌- Grohl and Wo-Chien

Some of the lyrics of that one made me think of middle-evo Pink.

Her tribe had been picked off my all sort of birds, with the majority being Corviknights. Their hammers had been broken as they tried to protect the younger members, leaving them with very little that they could do to defend themselves against the birds' onslaught.

Pink was told to run away by the tribe leader. She grabbed what was to be a bigger hammer and dashed away, taking only one look back. The Tinkatuff resumed her getaway as the tribe leader was finished off by the largest(and most terrifying) Corviknight that any hammer fairy could lay their eyes on.

Much later on, as she worked on making her hammer bigger in time for her evolution, she would meet Wo-Chien as he traveled towards Artazon. Even though she would end up stealing some things from him in order to do that, Wo manages to put it to the side in favor of helping Pink to defeat the oversized Corviknights.

Nowadays, Pink is more confident when she doesn't carry her hammer around. Ogerpon has been helping her to become capable of defending herself without it. She has also been getting assistance from Poppy's Tinkaton, who has been showing her how to ride on the backs of Corviknights and other larger birds.

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Wo has seen pictures of Tangrowth in academy books, and he's heard info on the Grass-types from Chester and other mons who have seen them, but he hasn't seen one for himself.

Meeting one would make him want to find out more. He'd also say that they weren't to be afraid of him, as he would also like to be friends with them too.

If Grohl would like to meet Wo, the snail can be found at the Grasswither shrine. I'm sure they can become friends!

[lustrous-dawn]

Grohl, his mind clearly on another plane of reality, noticed the younger dog seemed to be a bit down. "You know. I'm in the same vain as you. Being scared does not mean you are not brave. And hey. You will grow into it." An awkwardly long pause until Grohl finally spoke up. "Tell me. You ever do anything you feel was brave? It always helps if I feel like a loser. Maybe it will help you."

The younger Arcanine sat by the riverbank, dejected. Roshi placed distance between them, studiously ignoring him and the egg at his side. 

Hikori glanced at the Tangrowth, his brows knitting together. He didn't want to be scared. He didn't want to grow into it. "Is it really okay though?" He asked quietly, more to himself than the Tangrowth at his side. It wasn't his first run-in with fear but it made him uncomfortable all the same. There was no way he was going to return to that place. Not without a fight. 

His gaze flickered towards Roshi. Hikori thought twice about asking Roshi. Behind all the rage Roshi roared, Hikori knew better than to dig into old wounds. There was something raw and old lingering in his booming voice. It was something he didn't quite understand either. 

The Arcanine stared at a deep impression in the soil, one of Roshi's footprints left in the earth. Slowly, he placed his paw in it. He couldn't hope to fill it, his ears drooping. 

"Feel like a loser?" Hikori tilted his head to the side. "Feeling sad, you mean?" 

He could think of one instance, his breath leaving him at a ragged pace. "T-There is this one I think of," he stammered, "I-I think I was pretty brave for doing it." 

And it changed everything. Hikori grew quiet, a shadow over his expression. "I-I don't want to talk about it…" He inhaled shakily, his face averted. "Thinking about it... only makes me feel worse."

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[birdyboogaloo]

my half of an art trade with @askbohemiancompany of Grohl showing off his moves!

[askbohemiancompany]

He can be nice, when he is mentally together. Made him look deceptively sweet, just as he is.

Thank you again for doing this he looks sweet!

🖊️ for Grohl

(He seems like such a sweetheart! I know a certain character would instantly be friends with him. As soon as I introduce her.)

[pokemonmercenaryspies]

“I’m no vampire lord, my good sir, I only know of my family’s needs and our species, however what I can say for certain is that vampirism comes in a multitude of forms. I can very easily imagine Grass-type vampirism like yours.” the elder Grimmsnarl spoke softly. “My and my family’s species are mostly comprised of Foreign Drinkers, and we don’t consume blood to survive either, which is why I believe you might be a different species that has similar characteristics, given your typing being different from us too.”

He paused, resting his chin on the back of his hand again.

“Say, what symptoms do you experience when you don’t have a feed on time? If you don’t mind indulging my curiosity,”

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I know people were doing bad ends but this an isolated one for Grohl.

This one is what happens if Grohl never had his mind unscrambled by Oscar. Eventually he makes contact with Wo-Chien and it posses him.

While Grohl is in the driver’s seat mentally, Wo-Chien forced his creativity with his natural abilities to be his main priority. If he feels no sentiment towards you as a person, you are a resource to test his powers on.

Said powers are enhanced to not only have his already lethal abilities against rock, ground and water to extend towards psychic and ghost types.

As opposed to just withering rock and ground types to dust like he can do normally, his powers expanded to have far more control. He can now use his enthralled water types to break down their bodies into concrete and warp them to inhuman proportions.

This ability to twist a Pokémon’s form can be done to psychic and ghost types. Ghosts in particular get the rawest deal having their mass redistributed, usually to hollow them out and attach them to his body to allow him to use ghost type moves to a limited degree or smashing them into another mon to make a hybrid.

The worse part is Grohl cannot kill Pokémon enthralled by his powers. Everyone is alive and conscious the whole time.

Despite this horrific turn of event, natural weaknesses and limits were discovered and the Bohemian Company was forced to put him down before he can expand further. Grohl’s final words being “Tired…so tired.”

This piece was drawn by the talented @superkryptiskvarulv who, as always crushed it with their shading and style of coloring.

Cameos include characters from: @ask-the-shiny-pokemons , @askleaderscrest , @psychicduo , @gregnas-the-grouch , @thestaticsquirrel , @ask-the-lost-prince , @askoinari

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Look at this fella! Even captured Grohl’s current state of affairs.

Hello, it has been a while since I last posted. Why? Simple: Elden Ring.

But let's forget about that because I had a real itch to draw some Kyu's these past days. So I reached out for some OCs from those in Discord and so you get some more darlings to see. With more to come later.

THANK YOU everyone who offered up their OC to be Kyu-ifed. First up is Yemir from @gregnas-the-grouch

Then we have Grohl from @askbohemiancompany

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Grohl, in his normal tangrowth form approached Tala. If she looked at his eye, it would look like his left one was operating separate from his other eye, jolting in different directions ever other second. "Hello there! You know I have not been to Alola as much, so I'm not familiar with most of the mons or even the culture of the region. Can you tell me some things I should know?"

I should also mention the water is fantastic for surfing! This island and Alola are so similar that if you come to see you like it here, I’m positive you’ll love Alola too!

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Goodbye Urami.

Let’s do possession for Grohl and Whisper.

“Bahahaha, this is too easy!”, Urami yelled, swatting Freddy and Grohl aside as if they were gnats. “All it takes is one hit and you’re already down for the count. I knew the lot of ya were weak, but even I didn’t expect just how pathetic you really were”, the Swampert grunted, carrying his big ice stick with one hand as he loomed over the battered Toxicroak and Tangrowth. A large sneer spread across his face as he crouched down, prodding Freddy with the tip of his weapon. 

“C’mon, got nothing funny to say? You love talkin’ shit, don’t cha?”, the Swampert grunted, prodding Freddy harder as his grin only grew wider. “Well, ain’t this a fucking disappoint! All this anticipation and for what? Just laying on the ground, whimpering like newborns. Tell ya what, I can fix this” Urami said in a low tone, eying his beating stick with wide eyes as he looked over Freddy’s body. After a few moments of contemplation, Urami slammed it down on Freddy’s knee. The amphibian let out a loud yell, the sound of breaking bone accompanying it as Urami laughed.

“Oh, oh, that’s just too good! Bonus points if you leave ‘em crippled”, the Swampert laughed, twisting his frosty pole ever so slightly, delighting in Freddy’s pain. All the while, Grohl had been slumped against the wall of a building. Blood, or the Tangrowth equivalent of it, dripped from his head. One eye closed as the other remained half opened. His head pounded like a drum as he could only watch helplessly as Urami tortured Freddy. The Toxicroak’s screams and the Swampert’s laughter seemed to grow more distant, blending in the background with the thumping. 

“Well, isn’t that a darn shame”, suddenly called out a voice. Startled, Grohl looked to both sides wearily, but couldn’t see anything. That is, until the shadows around him began to0 shift and move on their own. Taking shape of something else entirely. A blob with the vague shape of what looked like a Gardevoir. A long red eye peering back at Grohl with insidious intent.

“I’ve seen people being thrown through the ringer, but I gotta say. Big, buff and blue over there makes ground beef look more attractive than you two. Speaking of which, how long until your friend there gets reduced to a greasy stain on the alley floor? My bets on a few minutes”, the shadow chuckled, seemingly delighted in the brutal scene itself as Grohl eyed it warily. “W-Who… who are you?”, the plant asked. The shadow paused, a smile forming on its ethereal face. 

“Who am I? I’m nobody! But you can call me Whisper. And I’m here to make you an offer! See, normally I’m just peachy keen on taking over somebody’s body without the slightest hint or warning. But you? I’m feeling generous”, the shadow chuckled, glancing back at Urami, who seemed to have grown bored playing with Freddy’s near unconscious body. “That guy seems like a bit of a prick, don’t he? Trust me, I’m quite the prick myself! But tell you what, I’ll spare your friend’s life and extract the other’s in payment. All you have to do is nod in agreement. Do you?”

Grohl stared silently for a few moments before he slowly nodded his head in agreement. “Oh joy, I knew you’d see things my way”, the shadow chortled as Grohl’s vision seemed to distort even further, falling into darkness. The last thing the plant could see were his own tendrils slowly wrapping around the neck of one startled Urami, his screams the last thing Grohl could remember before the abyss took him.

[the-army-on-the-horizon]

Grohl was somewhat nervous to approach the old dragon den. He was worried he would get booted due to Gwen's stunt she pulled. But none the less, this group had to know what happened. He approaches Nolan, since it seemed Weather and him were somewhat friends. "Nolan. I have some bad news with Weather. He's comatose and we don't know when he will wake up."

Nolan turned away from his usual duties to watch Grohl as he approached. Behind him, other mons watched him closely. But that wasn’t what bothered him. The worried look on Grohl’s face told him that he was not there for a friendly greeting.

When Grohl told Nolan the news, he was speechless. “I. I don’t know what  to say Grohl. I’m sorry to hear that. All I can suggest maybe, maybe.. talk to Gilly. Maybe she has something that can help him.”

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Wo @ Grohl: "I have seen pictures of Tangrowth, but I haven't met one face to face. Could I get to know more about what you are...and I can write down what you tell me? I understand if I cannot do that. Oh, and forgive me for the lack of introductions - I go by Wo-Chien, or just 'Wo', and...I hope that my presence didn't scare you, I really don't mean to make anyone feel that way.."

Never saw a tangrowth? Grohl had never seen whatever this snail is before. While it being a grass type was obvious, the 'shell' only confused the tangrowth. This gave Grohl pause, but also it gave him an excuse to adjust his IV bag which was hooked into his back.

“Yeah sure…” why was this mon just asking about his species? He was not above asking these kinds of questions, but at least there was a general grasp as to what the other asking pokemon is.

“To start with, I am a plant based pokémon, so I do not have bones like a good amount of others in my line,” Grohl brought a finger to his ‘face’, scratching it so an audible soft rustling could be heard.

"The closest thing I have to a skull is my face here. The way I can describe it is that, behind this black moss, is a seed that houses my consciousness. That seed also forms a network of more seeds that forms these vines that I am covered with.”

Despite the IV bag hooked into his back, the tangrowth still managed to extend his arm and slam the ground with his arm, leaving a fist sized impact, which caused him to wince. IV bag takes no prisoners.

“I won’t show off the more inventive stuff I can do with my vines, because I don't come off like I am being a show-off...also my doctor says to cut that kind of thing down for now."

There was one thing Grohl forgot to address. What was this mon anyway?

"You don't scare me by the way I'm just...I don't want to say I'm baffled, but I have never seen any pokemon like you before. What are you exactly?"

(This blog operates as if the Paradox Pokemon and the Four Treasures are new phenomena and are not widely known to the public yet.)

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I Never Dream

(Continued from here)

Upon entering his mentalscape, he saw the surroundings, his room was split into 4 corners, but the room was split up.

The first corner was what looked like a higher end house, with the most noticeable piece of furniture being a lamp on a table.

The second corner was a dingy looking garage, with couches and chairs that have clearly seen better days and booze bottles. Another thing seen on the table was what looked like a swampert's hand. Not gory or cut, but just laying there. 

The third looked like a club, one that would not be out of place for a crime movie, a scene where the crime boss is wasting their extravagant wealth.

Finally, there is what looks like a cave with a damp floor, which contains a number of vines covering the door with only what * assumed was some kind of tumbleweed

The only common factor that was shared between all four rooms was blue vines similar to the tangrowth's were binding the rooms together.

Suddenly, what looked like a fuzz colored walnut enclosed in a thick layer of what would look like moss formed in the middle of all the rooms. In the center were two holes which served as its eyes. The eyes opened, startling the older mon. Its eyes were red in pockets, the exact same marks that were on Grohl’s eyes.

The darkrai could not make heads or tails as to what to do from here. It was clear each room was connected to his past. What was more vague was the vineless form of Grohl.

Blue glimmers and outlines began to form along specific items in each of the rooms. In addition, a trail of blue glowing tiny bugs carried over as if to guide Oscar’s eye to the living room first.

Carefully walking towards the room, as the older darkrai needed to keep his guard up. 

The bugs seemed to gather around the lamp specifically. Maybe the first thing I should do is turn on the light. See if it triggers something.

He pulled the switch.

Suddenly a tangella with a similar tree appendage and a human who looked height wise the same as Nat. Its face was noticeably vague, as faces can come off with little or no detail in these dreams, so this was not surprising. It was still unnerving

“Look. We need to get rid of you. I don’t hate you. Just, we need to move onto better things.” The voice must have been coming from the human.

A spark came from the lamp which caused the liquid to ignite into flames. 

Realizing it was gas, the darkrai dove away from the inferno. Despite the flames, there was no heat, likely due to it being a dream. 

The vines, which were keeping the corner of the room bound, began to recede back to the fuzzy chestnut in the center of the room. This showed it was looking more like a tangela at this point, but it was still a long way to go.

Looking back at the inferno, he saw the room segment separate itself from the other corners, collapsing into the abyss below.

“Those bugs again.” Oscar said to himself. This time they were guiding him towards the dingy garage-longue. 

“Grohl! The miata doesn’t work!” The voice sounded wrathful and commanding.

“Alright, we got the money! Grohl we are leaving!” After saying this, a red handprint began to form on the wall. Small red splatters began to form on the wall.

Oscar could read between the lines and realize what this meant and what happened. 

The noise of a fist making contact with a face, startled the darkrai, rendering the focus he had on the hand print lost.

“Grohl! I’m docking your pay for this! All you had to do was drive us in, shut the fuck up and drive us back. Instead, what happened was the engine exploded! Now we are down a car because of your lack of hindsight!”

“I-I tried to tell you multiple times, the engine needed to be fixed!”

“Then why did you not steal us a new car?!”

One final blow that managed to cause him to flinch, followed by the sound of metal hitting the floor. 

Looking to see where the sound came from, blue bugs gather around a knife.

This caused the darkrai to just stop, looking at the knife intently. Oscar began to experience dream entrapment, though he did not know that is what it was formally called.

Any pokemon that can enter anyone’s consciousness can accidentally find themselves being slowly pulled and trapped in their subject's mind due to thinking on, or dwelling too long on their own past.

Despite it being different, the knife was not far from his own claws. Oscar had his own background as a phantom, a boogie man.

A killer. One whose signature method of attack was slashing down at the body with his claws. How many lives had he taken? Would anything come back to hurt his family? Was he no different than the people who just ‘asked’ him to help with the situation?

“This. This is not real. This is not me. It’s the tangrowth’s dream.” Oscar needed to get back on track with what he was asked to do.

Sensing a pattern of just following the bugs, the dark type picked up the knife. From there, he approached the disembodied hand.

Taking a shot in the dark, he plunged the knife into the disembodied hand.

A loud, agonizing scream came from the same horrible voice from earlier. The swampert that owned the hand had materialized, as had Grohl.

“I quit!”

With a loud crunch and then a thunk, the swampert’s thumb was cut from his hand. Blood was gushing from the maimed hand.

“Kill him! Get him! Find him!”

One thing he had noticed was Grohl had taken the finger before running off. The other thing he noticed was the vines that were wrapped around the arm also began to recede and help form the Grohl in the center’s mass. The pin tree on his head had two vines now!

As with last time, the quarter of the room fell into the abyss below, but with the knowledge of how the domain would work, taking it into account was no longer a problem.

The bugs this time seemed to direct him to the bar. Hopefully this meant this was almost done.

He stepped into the bar.

“Hey good first job!” It has sounded like the toxicroak from before.

On the bar top, a carton appeared, with a pointed straw. The older mon found it odd that the choice of drink was not alcohol but it had to be symbolic of something. 

Not only that, the bugs were pointing him towards the beverage. So he abliged, jamming the straw into the slot.

“Ha! What’s that shyou got there?” A drunk voice shouted.

Suddenly Grohl and a very drunk gothita were sitting on the bar stools.

“My drink. I cannot drink alcohol. It is bad for certain grass types.” Grohl told the tiny drunk woman.

“Augh laaaame! Well if it for your health Icannot fight that. Still, iwanna buy shots of something. Gotta reward you for doing soooo well today.”

“Thank you Gwen. But I’m just doing my job.” Grohl seemed happy saying this.

Once that was said, each barstool, different Pokémon sat down of different species. Everyone from the room were there, but there were a few not present. Among noted were a female samurott with bows in her mustache, a zangoose with a scarf, a blue aipom, a malamar with one eye and a deino of all things.

After the confusing first room and the tense second room, Oscar was pleased for this one being more upbeat. A lot of feelings of nostalgia in seeing the samurott due to having strong ties to one. The drunken atmosphere put him at ease, as it reminds him of human parties from days gone-by definitely cleansed the palette from earlier.

The rumbling occurred again. The corner of the room began to plummet, which Oscar made sure he got off the chunk of room.

The construct of Grohl was looking better, though he was missing a good chunk of his left side. But his tree was now at 3 prongs.

Looking over to the final corner remaining, all there was a cluster of vines blocking the entrance, but also the random clump in front.

“Where are the bugs?” Oscar looked for the little glowing blue guides. He searched, and he received.

Forming a little circle around a tiny pool of water. This was odd, but there was a logical thought. The clustered ball was dried, maybe soaking it in this water would be the answer.

Grabbing the dried ball of vines, the darkrai bathed it in the pool of water then waited on a response.

The ball began to grow in size. An eye formed in the center of all the vines. Somehow, it managed to blink, which was unnerving. The lids look like little teeth closing.

Without acknowledging the dark type, the ball ran, screaming and running towards the vine wall. 

It then exploded.

There is a lot Oscar had to ask on that, but the final cluster of vines made its way back to the Grohl construct. He got to see past the wall.

There was…another Grohl and the toxicroak from the room. The legendary had to look into this further.

“Here you go Grohl. This area is yours to use for your health. If we get any mons that you can use as nutrients, do what you need to do. Let me know if you need anything, ok.”

Wait. The toxicroak and tangrowth were potentially imprisoning Pokémon for his sustenance?

“Thanks. This really means a lot Freddy.” Grohl sounded sentimental, showing gratitude for such a morbid matter.

Before Oscar could try to gather more information, the dreamscape began to fade away.

A strong force, almost like an updraft, knocked Oscar off his feet throwing him upward and knocked him out of the dream.

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(I cannot promise it is not a bomb.)

( I sure HOPE it’s not a bomb…. @askbohemiancompany​ )

( CLAMS?!    @garourex​ )

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MAMMA MIA. WHERE HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF TO NOW, WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO NOW. I'M JUST A FRAIL OLD MAN, YEAH. I HAVE A CANE, I'M JUST A LITTLE BABY. I'M JUST WALKING DOWN THIS STREET WITH A LIMP, TOTALLY WEAK AND SMALL. IF ONLY THERE WAS SOMEONE STRONG AND CONFIDENT TO HELP OUT A SICKLY, OLD MAN. HEY, PSST. YOU... DON'T ASK ME HOW I GOT HERE. I ALWAYS GO WHERE I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE. I'M THE NEW BOHEMIAN COMPANY. JUST ME. I HAVE NO MONEY OR FAME, BUT I HAVE A CAR... SOMEWHERE. WANNA JOIN?

Oh shit.

Holy shit.

The metaphorical shit has come fresh out the ass and into the fan.

This...one mon show was doing his whackadoo shit on facility grounds, which was weird enough. The alien was not lying, this mon sure did have a car.

Except it was not his. It was Grohl's.

It may just be a 2004 sedan, but that was Grohl sedan. One he tried to maintain as much as he could out of pragmaticism. Somehow, this deoxys managed to not just unlock his car but also commandeer it from Grohl's garage.

The other five Bohemian company members were in states of shock, anxiousness, anger and bafflement.

How did this mon get past security? Mariah is going to kill me!

If he so much as spilled anything on those seats, I am going to aerate his ass!

Arceus forbid, if Grohl found out he is going to be set back on his recovery.

A little baby and an old man? What does that mean?

Why is a Deoxys just here?!

All five able bodied members looked at each other and notice one unfortunate thing: the alien has parked the car on one of Grohl's live security wires. Not just that, the presure bulb. The tangrowth not only for sure knew his car was out of the garage, but there was a chance the seed bomb would explode.

Ringing. Everyone looked over to where the ringing was coming from. It was Freddy. Freddy's Holoclip was ringing. He slowly pushed the button and-

"Get my caaaaaaar! *ghack*" Grohl screamed before the sound of his holoclip cut out. Lonnie likely took it away.

Before they could even react, the freaky psychic type took off like a bandit. To everyone present, it was a miracle that a seed bomb did not go off.

Everyone, sans Freddy, flew off by their own means in a desperate means of catching the car thief. Certain mons were saying expletives, who was saying them is obvious.

Freddy was left alone staring in utter bafflement. The toxicroak was at a loss how to even catch up.

(All of the Bohemian Company is no longer available for asks)

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