This mystical music got me going back to times of yore. Are those sounds coming from strings? Or an organ? Regardless, imagine going on a journey with a sweet Chansey! She could feed you with ALL the soft-boiled eggs. And make baby noises all day. Jesus, it sounds like Cheryl is conversing with a 2-month-old.
If she weren’t so green, due to her gentle and carefree demeanor I’d assume she were Little Red Riding Hood… Yup, and she goes ahead and enters a Chateau. YOU DON’T KNOW WHO COULD LIVE THERE, DAMMIT. Okay, the guy that greets you there seems real nice, like a simple gentleman. BUT GIRL, YOU JUST MET HIM. WHAT THE HELL CHANSEY, YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO PROTECT YOUR TRAINER. STOP COONING LIKE A BABY CAUSE THERE’S GONNA WARMTH AND FOOD, YOU FAT FUCK.
Oh shit, did those painting’s eyes just move? CHERLY, BITCH, YOU GONNA DIEEEEE.
Bruh, that food does look good, though… SO WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LITERALLY EATING AIR? Okay, is Cheryl and her sweet Chansey under a spell? OR ARE THEY FUCKING WITH THIS GUY?
Seriously, the pleasantries have got me all fucked up: “My pleasure, can I show you to your death now?”
Hmmm, don’t remember the chateau being this large…
Ah, he’s walking you in circles. DO YOU GET IT NOW, CHERYL? BITCH YOU GONNA DIE.
So… the poisonous pit… seems like the work of our Ghastly chain… and boom comes in Haunter. GOBBLIN’ THAT PUSSY UP. RUN BITCH RUN.
Ahh, they were sleeping the entire time, right?!?!?!
BUT NOW THEY SCARED OF FALLING BOOKS? WHAT THE FUCK? I TOLD YOU DON”T GO INTO FUCKING PLACES YOU DON’T KNOW ABOUT, ESPECIALLY WITH A FATASS CHANSEY.
And so, the bitch dies. DEATH NOTE.
To be continued… BITCH.