(Part Two)

One the Zangoose stepped forward.

“Well, well, well,” he spoke, voice deep and gruff, “A newbie? Welcome! It’s not everyday we meet a new friend. Right, Bro?”

‘Friend,’ Patch thought with joy, his tiny tail giving the slightest hint of a wiggle.

“Nope,” the other Zangoose approached, “and definitely not ones so- smartly dressed”

Patch could feel his face heating up.

“Y-you really think- you really li-like my outfit,” he asked.

“Damn right.”

“Clean, good colors, no wrinkles-”

“Did you pick this out all by yourself?”

“Yep! I worked really hard to make sure it was perfect!” Patch responded, lathering in the praise. He wasn’t often complimented on outfit choices by his peers. Especially not ones who were so (admittedly) handsome, buff, and masculine. Now two of them were showering him with infectious confidence from both sides.

“Really? You thought of EVERY detail?”

The Stufful nodded like a congratulated child.

“Well, then. That means you also must have also picked out…” The two Zangoose shared a brief moment of confirming eye contact, “...THIS!!”

In a blink, the Zangoose had each reached a hand down the front of Patch’s shorts with perfect synchronization. They then grabbed the waistband of his undergarments and swiftly pulled upwards. At the moment, Patch had only a single response to this sudden attack.

“YYYYYYIIIIIIPPPPPP!!!!!!”

Patch squeaked out indignantly.

“Hah! Kiddie briefs!” the boy to his right laughed, “I knew I had a hunch!”

“Honestly, Bro,” the boy to his left jeered, “I was expecting some Tighty-Whities. But look, seems his Mommy was kind enough to sew his name into his undies!”

“HA!! We got a Momma’s Boy, Man! HAHAHA!!”

All the while, Patch was coming down from the shock, trying to make sense of it all. Why would his new friends hurt him like this out of nowhere? Had he done something to upset them? He thought they were getting along so well before. Were his new friends actually just a bunch of bullies?

No, that couldn’t be it. They were so nice to him up to now. This was probably just… how they greeted new friends? Yes, that must be it. This was all just some friendly hazing on the new guy. No harm done. And besides, it couldn’t get any worse.

And then, it got worse.

The two bullies moved their free hands towards Patch’s backside. They unbuckled the back of his suspenders, grabbed at his waistband again, and pulled up his briefs until they reached above his head.

The school’s courtyard was once again filled with a shrill squealing.

By now, a large number of the school’s other students had gathered around, circling the three. They pulled out their phones to record everything while laughing and pointing at the Stufful humiliation.

“Well, little guy,” one of the Zangoose began teasing again, “Looks like you’ve drawn quite a crowd. First day and you’re already the talk of the school. Nice work~”

Patch couldn’t respond to that. He was in too much pain. His undies were pulled so far up that he was actually dangling in the air, toes just inches above the ground. Every slight tug and movement by his bullies had him bouncing in response, earning more pained, squeaky yips.

“You can expect a lot more of this in the future,” said the other one, “Especially, if you keep up those cute noises you're making.”

Patch felt tears welling up in his eyes.

“Aww, don’t be sad. We love taking care of nerds.”

“Yeah. In fact, me and my Bro want to introduce you to one of our other special friends.”

“My Man’s right. You’ll love him. After all - Nerds of a feather, flock together. Hehe”

Patch couldn’t really hear what they were saying anymore. He just kept on whining in pain as they carried him off towards the School’s flagpole.

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Catching up with Pokemon GO Community Day characters - Introducing Patch the Stufful!!

He is just one of the nicest, softest boys you’ll ever meet. That and, the most quintessential nerd of them all, in both brain, personality, and fashion sense. Always waking up with an optimistic smile, Patch lives life everyday like he could give it a great big hug. Unfortunately, that boundless optimism of his leads him to acting very naively of other’s intentions. He’s often under the assumption that every person is a new friend with only the best of intentions towards. This leaves the moments of bitter reality waking him up all the more biting.

Now, he’s at a new school. But instead of making new friends, he’s now the target of some ( familiar looking ) bullies. There might still be a way to turn this around. But still, pray for the poor lad. He’s gonna need it.