ghostytrainer | prank #48

[John seems somehow distracted when he turns on the video today. He's sitting at the kitchen table in his house, chin propped in his hand and eyes on a Pokéball he's rolling idly on the table in front of him.]

You ever wonder what it is that determines what happens to a Pokémon after its trainer goes back home? I mean, I've thought about it before but never really thought about it if that makes any sense? This is really the first time I've inherited one that wasn't from a friend so it just got me thinking.

Granted, it originally belonged to someone who was... [He pauses, seeming almost hesitant to finish that sentence. Or perhaps unsure of how he wants to end it.] ...a friend. At...one point in time... [He trails off, brow furrowing as he stops rolling the ball around.] So maybe it has less to do with Eridan and more to do with her.

[He leans his chair back on two legs, picking the ball up and passing it back and forth between his hands, finally looking at the camera.]

So yeah. Anybody have any good conspiracy theories on the matter? I'm curious.

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[Okay so Dave coming from the side throws a bit of a wrench in John's brilliant scheme. Which is kind of a shame because it would have been awesome if he had charged at him head on, but no biggie. He can work with this. Especially since, with as fast as Dave is moving, the other boy might not notice that John has no intention of lowering his arms from his "come at me bro" stance.]

[His original plan was to either grab Dave and headbutt him in the chest. Or swing his arms back as a sort of momentum and headbutt Dave in the chest. So either way: Dave was going to have a . There are so many ways that either of these could have backfired on him but you know what? John never claimed to be a master strategist fighter. He's just kind of making it up as he goes, like usual.]

[Obviously he can't do this now. So instead, John curls his right hand into a fist. Once Dave is close enough, he swings his fist (arm still straight out) towards Dave's cheek, windmilling his torso. It's not going to be a very hard hit thanks to the awkward stance and the fact that this is his non-dominant hand, but John's hoping it'll be enough to knock him off course so he can follow up with...something.]

[Not quite that far ahead in the plan yet. ~~Perhaps a headbutt.~~]

[Dave had been ducking down about to go into a baseball player's slide when he's hit from behind. He's still going down but he hits the grass face first and skids a bit from his own momentum. He curses and rolls to get onto his back.

He needs to get back up fast or he'll be the one wincing at how badly shit turned out for him.]

Edited 2013-12-27 02:41 (UTC)

[Dave...you make this too easy. Hitting the ground? Man, the answer here requires no thought at all. As Dave starts skidding over the grass, John dives after him. He's aiming to pin the other boy down before he even has a chance to flip over onto his back. Because John knows that if Dave manages that, he'll be on his feet in the blink of an eye.]

[If he manages to land on Dave's back, John will lean in low, attempting to use his weight to keep Dave down. He will be more or less straddling Dave's ass, his left hand pushing against Dave's head to keep his cheek to the dirt. His right hand will make a grab for Dave's own, attempting to twist it back against Dave's back and further keep him still. You're on Egbertian lockdown, Dave.]

[It's like the haunted house all over again.]

[Except even worse.]

[There is basically no way this doesn't look completely terrible/questionable in every way and John does even slightly realize this fact. Too caught up in the heat of the moment and holy shit is he actually about to win???]

Edited 2013-12-27 03:44 (UTC)

[Things just haven't gone as Dave planned. The wind gets knocked out of him when John descends like a damn bear. He tastes dirt and grass, when he tries to inhale and barely manages to keep his arm out of John's grip. He tucks it against his side, wondering if he can get out of this.

He never thought his best friend would be like an iron vice. It certainly makes him reassess every move he's made. He should have kicked him in the ribs and kept him down at the start. John could take it.

Dave pushes his hands against the ground and tries to surge up, despite the fact this looks really questionable. ]

[Now you know for next time, Dave. Now you know.]

[For now though, you have to deal with John pushing all his weight back down on you in an attempt to keep you on the ground. Because this doesn't look questionable at all either.]

Ah ah!! Not so fast, Strider! Ready to give up yet? Or do I have to bring out the big guns?

[Dear god, hopefully nobody is looking out the back windows right now.]

Edited 2014-01-06 01:36 (UTC)

I'll give up when I'm dead! [He hisses and strains against John's weight, his body pressed back against his and sweat running down his face. He tries to buck but there's no room for it.

His brow furrows and he tries to move to the side but he's pinned down. Dave curses and lies still for a second, thinking maybe he can knock John loose if he plays like he's giving in. Seconds after that he tries to surge up.

Dear god no one look out the back windows.]

W-woah!

[For a second there Dave, you almost had him. Almost. As Dave tries to surge up, John bears down hard to try and keep the taller boy pinned beneath him.]

Alright! You asked for it!

[Big guns it is.]

[It's time for...]

[Oh my god, it's time for..................]

[Tickles.]

As- [He yelps and tries to squirm away. There's no where to go with John's fat ass pinning him down.]

Hey! Whoa! No!

[If he sticks to one word sentences, he might be able to get out of this without laughing.]

[HE'S NOT FAT ANYMORE, GOD.]

Yeeesssssss!!!

[No, you are going to laugh Dave. He's assuming your weak spots are at least somewhat similar to Rose's. And you better believe he's figured all of hers out by now.]

[He is trying to kick out like a horse and throw himself to the side. Unfortunately that's not really possible when someone with John's strength is on top of him. Dave still tries between hissed breaths.]

Nope!

Surrender, Dave and I may still spare your sides! Say Uncle!

[SAY IT. ADMIT DEFEAT, BUTTMUNCH!!]

[Dave's reply is to try another surge upwards. Oh the bane of John being shorter, he can't smash the top of his head into his chin.]

[Haha, suck it, Dave. All those times you made fun of him for being short and stocky are coming back to bite you in the ass now.]

[NOT SO FUNNY NOW, IS IT??]

Come on, this can all be over if you just admit you lost this time! Come on, don't make me break out the noogies too.

I told you. [He strains under the bear that's pinned him down and hisses.]

I'll say uncle when I'm dead. [Do your worst. It's not like you have puppets at your disposal.]

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