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“Wigglytuff I choose you!” Morgan yelled from their side of the arena.
“Remind me why exactly we’re doing this again?” Alex asked, tossing out a pokeball with no cool phrase, like an absolute maniac.
Morgan pulled their best pitiful face. “Because I’m your best friend and you’d do anything for me? And also, because you lost that bet last week and this is my reward.”
Morgan couldn’t see Alex’s eyes, but they were sure they were rolling them. “Nice setup by the way,” Morgan commented, “guess all those Pokémon marathons I made you sit through paid off.”
The setup was indeed nice. Alex had turned the roof of Morgan’s apartment building into a stadium that looked practically right out of the show, and the two of them each had their own pokeball arsenal.
Morgan adjusted their handy dandy trainer’s cap which had Definitely not been stolen from Chad’s room, and said “Alright Wigglytuff, use Hyper Beam!”
Perhaps Morgan should have paid closer attention to the Pokémon Alex chose, since Wigglytuff’s Hyper Beam barely even touched its opponent. “You chose fucking Arceus??? That is beyond unfair, and you know it.”
Alex trying to look innocent was a ridiculous sight, but they shrugged and countered, “You never said anything about which of these things I could choose. Honestly, I’m a little surprised that you thought I would play fair.”
They had a point, unfortunately.
In better news, Morgan knew more about Pokémon than Alex did, and would rather die than lose an actual Pokémon battle. They recalled Wigglytuff and prepared to throw out more pokeballs.
“Is it my turn yet?” Alex asked, with their miniscule knowledge of how the game worked, which Morgan was absolutely going to use to their advantage.
“No actually, the rules say that uhhh any player whose name starts with M can take an extra turn if they want to switch their Pokémon” Morgan said. “Been in the rules for years, you probably just never read it.”
If Alex knew Morgan was lying (and they probably did), they didn’t say anything about it. “Oh, okay” they responded, leaning back against a conveniently placed tree.
Morgan snickered under their breath and exclaimed, “Zygarde, Rayquaza, I choose you!”
Alex stood up, “Whoa wait, are you allowed to use two at once?” Morgan smiled.
“Yeah, actually it’s a rule that usually goes unnoticed, but players can use multiple Pokémon at the same time, only if they’re the first to throw out more than one.” Morgan was lying through their teeth. “If you’d read the comprehensive rulebook maybe you could have used that to your advantage.”
“Zygarde, Rayquaza, hit ‘em” Morgan directed, crossing their arms over their chest, and standing back to witness the total devastation that was their victory.
It went without saying that Morgan was the victor.
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Demanding that Alex cook dinner as Morgan’s prize would have been an utter disaster, so they instead made them call for pizza. Because like, who would actually want to make a phone call to anyone? Ridiculous.
Half an hour later the doorbell rang, and Alex went to retrieve the food while Morgan set up Netflix. “Any suggestions for what to watch?” Morgan called from the couch.
Alex walked in with precariously balanced pizza boxes. “Anything but Pokémon I swear to gods.”
They watched Pokémon. Alex had no choice from the very beginning.