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Chapter 1: A Questionable Redemption
Darkening Lotsamoni, the prosperous and eccentric rodent, was walking through a park filled with Pokemon ranging from young, energetic children to businessmen leisurely enjoying their break. It was not every day that the snobbish Pikachu strayed from his glorious mansion. However, it was not without purpose; he sought a way to elevate not only his status, but his image in the eyes of others. For a while now, Darkening had pondered on how to improve his image and put a much needed damper on his shady record. Not just for his sake, but also to fend off certain and sometimes aggressive do-gooders.
His trail of thought was cut off when his eyes caught sight of a most peculiar scene. Playing with one another in one of the surrounding open fields were three, oddly attired Pokemon. One was an adolescent Quilava wearing what could be described as a pointy party hat. It was blue and decorated with yellow and green spots, complete with a Ping-Pong sized ball resting on top.
A stripe of blue face paint overlapped both of his eyes. Painted just under were two small blue dots positioned next to each other, and just below them was a bigger spot painted red. The most striking facial feature was his big red clown nose. The tips of his ears were, judging by his clownish appeal, coated in yellow theatre paint
His clothing, keeping up with his clownish appearance, was colourful. He had a ruffled yellow collar, a blue shirt, yellow vest with blue spots, yellow wrist bands with blue spots and baggy yellow pants. Finally, the Quilava’s shoes were just as silly as his other parts of his costume. They were the same yellow colouring as his vest and had white baubles sitting on the bulged ends.
Not too far away from him was a clownish Salamance; one that was standing on his hind legs and wasn’t as big as the run-of-the-mill Salamance. He was, however, still the tallest of the trio by far. As well as his unusually small size, the youthful dragon had a rather tidy tuft of red hair under his red, pointed hat with a golden star centred on it. There were three stars painted on his face; a big one over his eye and two smaller ones on each side of his cheeks.
The costume was obviously specially designed for a Pokemon of his structure due to how freely his wings flapped. It resembled a jester outfit with bells draping down from his top. Very much like his hat and face, the dragon had three more stars decorating his outfit: one on the front of his chest area and one each on his wings. His collar was just like his Quilava companion, only white and ironically not as big. He wore yellow socks that lead up to his ankles where it was covered by circus style leg braces.
The last one Darkening saw was a Poochyena and possibly the youngest of the bunch. As with the other two, the canine sported a pointy hat of his very own design; green and yellow stripes at a slight diagonal angle.
His uniform, while not as flashy as the others, shared the same pattern as his hat with two white pieces of fluff sewn vertically. He was also sporting a yellow, comically oversized bow-tie and was wearing green gloves. The hole in his yellow pants allowed his tail to wag merrily as he carelessly frolicked with his friends. His clown shoes were a green variant of his Quilava companion.
“My, my, aren’t you a colourful collaboration of, ahem, talented ne’er-do-wells?” Darkening commented, wearing a snide smirk as he approached them.
“Hello, sir!” The Quilava said, face brightly beaming as he approached the prosperous rodent, offering out his paw. “I am Spectre the Quilava juggler and these are my good friends, Comet and Marty!” he said, gesturing towards the other two with his other paw.
Darkening moved out his paw towards Spectre’s presented paw, but only to push up his monocle. “Yes, I am pleased to meet your…acquaintance.” He replied, placing his paw into his tuxedo pocket, pulling out a cigarette-holder. “So, what brings you out here…outside the ring, and…in public view…?”
“We are just having a little fun, sir!” Spectre said, giving Darkening a small demonstration of his juggling skills.
Unimpressed, Darkening lit his cigarette and blew a plume of smoke into the air. “Interesting.” He remarked, his voice matching his apathetic complexion. “I had no clue that the circus was coming to town.”
“Well, it’s not, sir.” The Quilava clown replied, finishing off his little juggling show. “You see, Comet, Marty and I are part of our own circus and, well…we are just starting out.”
“You don’t say…?” Darkening questioned, rubbing his chin, his eyes glancing beyond Spectre and looking at Comet and Marty, whom had stopped playing and were curiously glancing back at him. “Well, for beginners, you lot are appropriately dressed. However,” he paused, blowing out more smoke, “Your skills are lacklustre and if you continue like this, I am afraid you won’t get much fans.”
Normally, a Pokemon of Darkening’s social status would never lower himself to commutate with the likes of Spectre and his colourful chums. Over the course of their chat, he had formulated a plan; one of which he was trying not to present in form of an evil grin. He wanted to help them and, in turn, help himself.
“Yeah, I admit we aren’t the best.” Spectre agreed with a frown. “But we do train almost every day and have fun at the same time!”
Comet the Salamance wandered over and, eventually, so did Marty; choosing to shadow his dragon friend, being slightly nervous of the rich Pikachu. Darkening didn’t even give them a second glimpse, focusing his attention on just the red-nosed fire-type.
“So, um…” Darkening mumbled, trying to recollect the clown’s name.
”I’m Spectre Paw, sir.”
“Ah, yes – Spectre! You, and your…gifted friends, are in luck!” Darkening explained, placing a paw on his proudly puffed-out chest, “I, the affluent Darkening A Lotsamoni, offer you a chance – no, an once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to become region famous in only a short amount of time!”
Spectre jaw dropped in awe, taken aback by such an outrageous offer. His Salamance friend followed suit, leaving Marty the only one with his mouth shut. Darkening silently puffed on his cigarette, patiently awaiting whatever answer Spectre would eventually utter. The Quilava turned around to face Comet and Marty, breaking into a whispering discussion almost instantly.
“Maybe I should elaborate more.” Darkening then proceeded to clear his throat. “If you choose to accept my offer like any commoner with rational sense, you and your friends will get initiated into the best circus in this region.” He stopped to mutter under his breath, “Whatever or wherever that may be...” His voice raised once more, his smile curling up. “You’ll be trained by the best! You’ll perform with the best! You’ll BE one of the best!”
After taking a few moments to regain his thoughts and composure, Spectre cleared his throat and responded, “Well, I am flattered, sir, but we have to decline your kind offer.”
“Of course, I will remain as your manager of some sorts so I gain financially and...What did you just say?!” Darkening snarled, his friendly demeanour transforming into an angry, teeth-gritting frown. “Don’t you realize the utter stupidity you just spoke?!”
Marty jumped in surprise and swiftly scurried to hide back behind Comet. Spectre nervously gulped and tried his best to put on a brave face. He did not want to seem intimidated by the loud-mouth snob’s temper tantrum.
“I-I am sorry, sir,” Spectre muttered out, watching Darkening taking a few steps towards him. “You see, it’s a family thing. Our circus was originally owned by my father and I want to get famous in our own-“
His explanation was cut abruptly short as Darkening sent spirals of blue and orange directly in his eyes. Having no defence against this sudden mental assault, Spectre almost instantly fell under the stereotypically snobby Pikachu’s control. His eyes mimicked his, his jaw dropped open and his arms fell to their sides, swaying a little. Darkening knew he was breaking his “good, honest person” vow, but he saw some positive light in all of this. He figured Spectre as confused rather than simply idiotic. In his scheming, albeit still devious mind, his hypnosis would help “motivate” the Quilava clown to rethink his decision.
“You were saying...?” Darkening coolly asked.
Spectre did not answer. In his mesmerized state, there were no words of his own he could muster. His speech about his career plans were temporarily locked away. Only to Darkening held the key to unlock it.
“Spectre, are you ok...?” Comet worryingly asked.
The moment the Salamance clown took a step towards his entranced friend, Darkening turned around and stared him directly in the eyes with the hypnotic spirals still whirling around in his. There was no time for Comet to react; Darkening sent the spirals of hypnosis flowing into his eyes. He may have seemed stronger than his Quilava buddy in terms of his towering physique, but his mind surrendered to Darkening’s hypnosis just as quickly.
“I absolutely detest being disturbed while I conduct business, you outlandishly clad behemoth.” Darkening scolded despite the fact that he was actually smaller than regular Salamance. He gave the hypnotized dragon a few gentle jabs in the stomach with the end of his cane. “Now be a good boy and stand with your equally as absurd friend.”
“Yes, Master...” Comet dully replied.
Comet lifted up his arms, holding them both in an out-stretched position. However, before he had the chance to move even an inch, Darkening whacked his leg with his cane. Due to his trance, Comet showed no signs of pain.
“Now, there will be nothing like that! I don’t think I’ve made this clear enough – but you appeal is freakishly appalling, and you looking like a zombie will NOT help matters.” Darkening bluntly informed him while straightening his monocle.
“Sorry, Master...” said Comet, his monotonic tone still lingering.
Comet proceeded to stand by Spectre’s side, looking just as gormless as he was. The only one left with his mental state partially intact was Marty; whom, by now, was freaking out. He even started to run around in a circle, panicking. This was cut short by Darkening and his trusted cane. The poor Poochyena tripped over the held-out cane and tumbled forward into Spectre’s leg, awkwardly stopping in an upside down position.
“I do hope you are not this clumsy during practice, you infantile mutt.” Darkening chuckled teasingly.
“Hey! I may not know what infantile means, but I know for sure it’s an insult!” Marty barked, with a hint of anger peeping out from behind his petrified disposition.
Darkening chuckled once more before unleashing his hypnotic spirals into the eyes of Marty. As expected, the youthful canine’s mind fell prey to Darkening’s overpowering control just as promptly as his two friends did, perhaps even faster.
“Now, be a good puppy and stand upright by your friend.” Darkening ordered, patting the hypnotized dark-type on the head.
“Yes, Sir...”
While Marty was obeying his given command, Darkening had taken out his own personal handkerchief – one that had a stylish D masterfully sewn into the top right, from his pocket to wipe the paw he used to pet Marty.
“Now, Spectre, was it....?” Darkening inquired, turning his attention fully to the Quilava clown. “I apologize for this unorthodox delay. Now, I take it that you have rethought about my generous offer?” He chuckled with a knowing, sly grin curling up on his face. However, his grin soon turned into an annoyed frown as Spectre failed to mutter even a single word. He had forgotten that in his current hypnotized state, he had no words of his own to give out. “I have no time for this! Just be an intelligent person for the first time in your life and accept my offer!”
“I will accept your offer, Master Darkening.” Spectre said his voice, like his clownish partners, was completely emotionless.
“Ah, most splendid!” Darkening exclaimed, giving his cane a little twirl. “Let us discuss further business at my glorious abode, away from prying eyes and ears of the public.”
“Yes, Master,” the three loyally responded in unison.
Darkening headed for the nearest park exit, trailed closely behind by Spectre and friends. Along the way, they caught the eyes of the Pokemon they passed, but none that dared to question why a group of clowns were following a Pokemon donned in stereotypical rich attire. Darkening did not notice the puzzled looks he and his brainwashed posse were steadily gathering. He was in deep thought about the next step in his plan. The clowns may have been in his possession, but there was still the matter of setting up everything else he promised in the deal. He had no professionals to train Spectre and friends, nor did he know where to find such people. Darkening wasn’t even entirely certain that starting his very own circus would be enough to make him famous rather than just infamous.
The sight of his mansion in the distance was enough to put his thoughts on hold for the time being. There was no real rush. After all, there was very little chance that neither Spectre nor his buddies will raise any questions anytime soon.
To be continued
This story was commissioned by my good friend,
Spectrepaw , a few months back. He wanted my character, Darkening Lotsamoni, to hypnotize his three clown characters during their practice in the park.
The story was originally just going to be one part, but one thing lead to another. The next chapter will be the last. I hope you enjoy this, Spectre!
Darkening Lotsamoni, the prosperous and eccentric rodent, was walking through a park filled with Pokemon ranging from young, energetic children to businessmen leisurely enjoying their break. It was not every day that the snobbish Pikachu strayed from his glorious mansion. However, it was not without purpose; he sought a way to elevate not only his status, but his image in the eyes of others. For a while now, Darkening had pondered on how to improve his image and put a much needed damper on his shady record. Not just for his sake, but also to fend off certain and sometimes aggressive do-gooders.
His trail of thought was cut off when his eyes caught sight of a most peculiar scene. Playing with one another in one of the surrounding open fields were three, oddly attired Pokemon. One was an adolescent Quilava wearing what could be described as a pointy party hat. It was blue and decorated with yellow and green spots, complete with a Ping-Pong sized ball resting on top.
A stripe of blue face paint overlapped both of his eyes. Painted just under were two small blue dots positioned next to each other, and just below them was a bigger spot painted red. The most striking facial feature was his big red clown nose. The tips of his ears were, judging by his clownish appeal, coated in yellow theatre paint
His clothing, keeping up with his clownish appearance, was colourful. He had a ruffled yellow collar, a blue shirt, yellow vest with blue spots, yellow wrist bands with blue spots and baggy yellow pants. Finally, the Quilava’s shoes were just as silly as his other parts of his costume. They were the same yellow colouring as his vest and had white baubles sitting on the bulged ends.
Not too far away from him was a clownish Salamance; one that was standing on his hind legs and wasn’t as big as the run-of-the-mill Salamance. He was, however, still the tallest of the trio by far. As well as his unusually small size, the youthful dragon had a rather tidy tuft of red hair under his red, pointed hat with a golden star centred on it. There were three stars painted on his face; a big one over his eye and two smaller ones on each side of his cheeks.
The costume was obviously specially designed for a Pokemon of his structure due to how freely his wings flapped. It resembled a jester outfit with bells draping down from his top. Very much like his hat and face, the dragon had three more stars decorating his outfit: one on the front of his chest area and one each on his wings. His collar was just like his Quilava companion, only white and ironically not as big. He wore yellow socks that lead up to his ankles where it was covered by circus style leg braces.
The last one Darkening saw was a Poochyena and possibly the youngest of the bunch. As with the other two, the canine sported a pointy hat of his very own design; green and yellow stripes at a slight diagonal angle.
His uniform, while not as flashy as the others, shared the same pattern as his hat with two white pieces of fluff sewn vertically. He was also sporting a yellow, comically oversized bow-tie and was wearing green gloves. The hole in his yellow pants allowed his tail to wag merrily as he carelessly frolicked with his friends. His clown shoes were a green variant of his Quilava companion.
“My, my, aren’t you a colourful collaboration of, ahem, talented ne’er-do-wells?” Darkening commented, wearing a snide smirk as he approached them.
“Hello, sir!” The Quilava said, face brightly beaming as he approached the prosperous rodent, offering out his paw. “I am Spectre the Quilava juggler and these are my good friends, Comet and Marty!” he said, gesturing towards the other two with his other paw.
Darkening moved out his paw towards Spectre’s presented paw, but only to push up his monocle. “Yes, I am pleased to meet your…acquaintance.” He replied, placing his paw into his tuxedo pocket, pulling out a cigarette-holder. “So, what brings you out here…outside the ring, and…in public view…?”
“We are just having a little fun, sir!” Spectre said, giving Darkening a small demonstration of his juggling skills.
Unimpressed, Darkening lit his cigarette and blew a plume of smoke into the air. “Interesting.” He remarked, his voice matching his apathetic complexion. “I had no clue that the circus was coming to town.”
“Well, it’s not, sir.” The Quilava clown replied, finishing off his little juggling show. “You see, Comet, Marty and I are part of our own circus and, well…we are just starting out.”
“You don’t say…?” Darkening questioned, rubbing his chin, his eyes glancing beyond Spectre and looking at Comet and Marty, whom had stopped playing and were curiously glancing back at him. “Well, for beginners, you lot are appropriately dressed. However,” he paused, blowing out more smoke, “Your skills are lacklustre and if you continue like this, I am afraid you won’t get much fans.”
Normally, a Pokemon of Darkening’s social status would never lower himself to commutate with the likes of Spectre and his colourful chums. Over the course of their chat, he had formulated a plan; one of which he was trying not to present in form of an evil grin. He wanted to help them and, in turn, help himself.
“Yeah, I admit we aren’t the best.” Spectre agreed with a frown. “But we do train almost every day and have fun at the same time!”
Comet the Salamance wandered over and, eventually, so did Marty; choosing to shadow his dragon friend, being slightly nervous of the rich Pikachu. Darkening didn’t even give them a second glimpse, focusing his attention on just the red-nosed fire-type.
“So, um…” Darkening mumbled, trying to recollect the clown’s name.
”I’m Spectre Paw, sir.”
“Ah, yes – Spectre! You, and your…gifted friends, are in luck!” Darkening explained, placing a paw on his proudly puffed-out chest, “I, the affluent Darkening A Lotsamoni, offer you a chance – no, an once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to become region famous in only a short amount of time!”
Spectre jaw dropped in awe, taken aback by such an outrageous offer. His Salamance friend followed suit, leaving Marty the only one with his mouth shut. Darkening silently puffed on his cigarette, patiently awaiting whatever answer Spectre would eventually utter. The Quilava turned around to face Comet and Marty, breaking into a whispering discussion almost instantly.
“Maybe I should elaborate more.” Darkening then proceeded to clear his throat. “If you choose to accept my offer like any commoner with rational sense, you and your friends will get initiated into the best circus in this region.” He stopped to mutter under his breath, “Whatever or wherever that may be...” His voice raised once more, his smile curling up. “You’ll be trained by the best! You’ll perform with the best! You’ll BE one of the best!”
After taking a few moments to regain his thoughts and composure, Spectre cleared his throat and responded, “Well, I am flattered, sir, but we have to decline your kind offer.”
“Of course, I will remain as your manager of some sorts so I gain financially and...What did you just say?!” Darkening snarled, his friendly demeanour transforming into an angry, teeth-gritting frown. “Don’t you realize the utter stupidity you just spoke?!”
Marty jumped in surprise and swiftly scurried to hide back behind Comet. Spectre nervously gulped and tried his best to put on a brave face. He did not want to seem intimidated by the loud-mouth snob’s temper tantrum.
“I-I am sorry, sir,” Spectre muttered out, watching Darkening taking a few steps towards him. “You see, it’s a family thing. Our circus was originally owned by my father and I want to get famous in our own-“
His explanation was cut abruptly short as Darkening sent spirals of blue and orange directly in his eyes. Having no defence against this sudden mental assault, Spectre almost instantly fell under the stereotypically snobby Pikachu’s control. His eyes mimicked his, his jaw dropped open and his arms fell to their sides, swaying a little. Darkening knew he was breaking his “good, honest person” vow, but he saw some positive light in all of this. He figured Spectre as confused rather than simply idiotic. In his scheming, albeit still devious mind, his hypnosis would help “motivate” the Quilava clown to rethink his decision.
“You were saying...?” Darkening coolly asked.
Spectre did not answer. In his mesmerized state, there were no words of his own he could muster. His speech about his career plans were temporarily locked away. Only to Darkening held the key to unlock it.
“Spectre, are you ok...?” Comet worryingly asked.
The moment the Salamance clown took a step towards his entranced friend, Darkening turned around and stared him directly in the eyes with the hypnotic spirals still whirling around in his. There was no time for Comet to react; Darkening sent the spirals of hypnosis flowing into his eyes. He may have seemed stronger than his Quilava buddy in terms of his towering physique, but his mind surrendered to Darkening’s hypnosis just as quickly.
“I absolutely detest being disturbed while I conduct business, you outlandishly clad behemoth.” Darkening scolded despite the fact that he was actually smaller than regular Salamance. He gave the hypnotized dragon a few gentle jabs in the stomach with the end of his cane. “Now be a good boy and stand with your equally as absurd friend.”
“Yes, Master...” Comet dully replied.
Comet lifted up his arms, holding them both in an out-stretched position. However, before he had the chance to move even an inch, Darkening whacked his leg with his cane. Due to his trance, Comet showed no signs of pain.
“Now, there will be nothing like that! I don’t think I’ve made this clear enough – but you appeal is freakishly appalling, and you looking like a zombie will NOT help matters.” Darkening bluntly informed him while straightening his monocle.
“Sorry, Master...” said Comet, his monotonic tone still lingering.
Comet proceeded to stand by Spectre’s side, looking just as gormless as he was. The only one left with his mental state partially intact was Marty; whom, by now, was freaking out. He even started to run around in a circle, panicking. This was cut short by Darkening and his trusted cane. The poor Poochyena tripped over the held-out cane and tumbled forward into Spectre’s leg, awkwardly stopping in an upside down position.
“I do hope you are not this clumsy during practice, you infantile mutt.” Darkening chuckled teasingly.
“Hey! I may not know what infantile means, but I know for sure it’s an insult!” Marty barked, with a hint of anger peeping out from behind his petrified disposition.
Darkening chuckled once more before unleashing his hypnotic spirals into the eyes of Marty. As expected, the youthful canine’s mind fell prey to Darkening’s overpowering control just as promptly as his two friends did, perhaps even faster.
“Now, be a good puppy and stand upright by your friend.” Darkening ordered, patting the hypnotized dark-type on the head.
“Yes, Sir...”
While Marty was obeying his given command, Darkening had taken out his own personal handkerchief – one that had a stylish D masterfully sewn into the top right, from his pocket to wipe the paw he used to pet Marty.
“Now, Spectre, was it....?” Darkening inquired, turning his attention fully to the Quilava clown. “I apologize for this unorthodox delay. Now, I take it that you have rethought about my generous offer?” He chuckled with a knowing, sly grin curling up on his face. However, his grin soon turned into an annoyed frown as Spectre failed to mutter even a single word. He had forgotten that in his current hypnotized state, he had no words of his own to give out. “I have no time for this! Just be an intelligent person for the first time in your life and accept my offer!”
“I will accept your offer, Master Darkening.” Spectre said his voice, like his clownish partners, was completely emotionless.
“Ah, most splendid!” Darkening exclaimed, giving his cane a little twirl. “Let us discuss further business at my glorious abode, away from prying eyes and ears of the public.”
“Yes, Master,” the three loyally responded in unison.
Darkening headed for the nearest park exit, trailed closely behind by Spectre and friends. Along the way, they caught the eyes of the Pokemon they passed, but none that dared to question why a group of clowns were following a Pokemon donned in stereotypical rich attire. Darkening did not notice the puzzled looks he and his brainwashed posse were steadily gathering. He was in deep thought about the next step in his plan. The clowns may have been in his possession, but there was still the matter of setting up everything else he promised in the deal. He had no professionals to train Spectre and friends, nor did he know where to find such people. Darkening wasn’t even entirely certain that starting his very own circus would be enough to make him famous rather than just infamous.
The sight of his mansion in the distance was enough to put his thoughts on hold for the time being. There was no real rush. After all, there was very little chance that neither Spectre nor his buddies will raise any questions anytime soon.
To be continued
This story was commissioned by my good friend,
Spectrepaw , a few months back. He wanted my character, Darkening Lotsamoni, to hypnotize his three clown characters during their practice in the park. The story was originally just going to be one part, but one thing lead to another. The next chapter will be the last. I hope you enjoy this, Spectre!
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