[One-Shot Crackfic] Knuckles the Marshadow Punches Stuff [G]
Jun 26, 2018 3:47:54 GMT
Post by Zorquil the Fluffy on Jun 26, 2018 3:47:54 GMT
Blurb: One day, a Marshadow named Knuckles went out and found a Hitmonchan punching stuff. He liked it a lot and started mimicking his moves from the shadows. Now he’s punching everyone! Can anyone stop him from punching stuff?
It’s just a normal day outside. Birds were singing, flowers were blooming. On days like these, a Marshadow laid within the grassy plains, enjoying the breeze brushing over his shadowy form. His mind was clear of many things, all at peace. He listened to the bug Pokémon buzzing, the flying Pokémon flapping, someone punching at the air…
Knuckles the Marshadow sat up straight. He searched for the sound of the punching noise and saw a brown, skirt-wearing pompous muscle dude swinging his pinkly stinkly gloves in front of him. He blinked at the sight, but was overall enticed at this weird afro guy.
He got on his stubby feet and hide himself inside the shadow of a tree. Reaching with the faded darkness of the tree, he managed to attach himself to the Hitty Bitty Rick Rollin’ Punch Punch Dude and felt their body become his. Every punch he made, Knuckles felt himself doing as well. It was a marvelous feeling he couldn’t describe, but since I’m the writer, I guess I have to describe his feelings. I guess it was the feeling of a boxing match?
After a while, the PUNching guy had to BRICK BREAK from the punching. However, the Marshadow thirsted for more punching. So he rose from the shadows and punched the frilly-girlish dressed muscleman. The impact of the punch surprised him, staggering him backwards. His excitement grew as the punching temptation spiked. He didn’t even realize the Hitmonchan was knocked out, sprawled all over a rock with a big bump on his head.
Knuckles was cruising along the street in his shadows that acted like a red sports car, seeking out new opponents. He already punched out several humans, but none were fun. He desired a challenge. A challenge that would give him someone he could punch several times. He really liked punching.
Suddenly, he found someone. A large Pokémon blocking the streets. The idea of punching something so big entranced him as he started raising his fists. He leapt forward, not realizing that his foot was still stuck inside the shadows, so he fell flat into the ground. As he tried to pull his foot out, he saw the huge Pokémon starting to roll towards him. He desperately tugged at his leg, yanking at it with all his might before it came loose. As he looked toward the Snorlax, it was nearly on top of him. He pulled his fist upward in an uppercut, but was immediately bounced to the floor. Moments later, he felt the huge flap slam into him.
The crushing pressure rose, and air escaped his lungs. He attempted to suck in air, but the fat and tile of the ground blocked his passages. He squirmed, trying to raise his fist to punch his way out, but to no avail. He wondered about his family. Scratch that, he wondered if he had a family. He felt the memories flooding into him, and all he remembered was laying on a plain, feeling the free air, before seeing Frilly Dress Guy and learning to punch. And then he remembered more punching. And more punching.
He was losing consciousness, but there was a spark that flickered. If he died now, he wouldn’t be able to punch. So, using all his strength, he focused his power into his fist and started raising it up. As he did so, the pressure started alleviating from him, and he felt the fresh air blow from the cracks. He pumped his fist upward, and the Snorlax flew away, giving him a chance to punch another day.
He punched. And punched. And punched. And punched. And punched. And punched. And punched. And punched. And punched some more. He felt free to punch, and so Knuckles punched. He wasn’t even sure what he was punching, but he could punch. So he continued to punch. And punch. And punch. And punch. An-
Suddenly, he felt a slap to his face. The slap wasn’t a punch, and that displeased Knuckles. He stared angrily into the eyes of a human, who angrily stared back. They stared for a while, and if this was a really bad fanfiction, they probably would have fallen in love and got married for the amount of time they stared at each other. The human brought forth their hand, but it was in the shape of a point. That made the Marshadow angry, but he followed where the point was directed. When he gazed at the scene, he gasped.
Thousands of Pokémon, humans, and a random Digimon that was inserted into this fiction for fanservice laid helplessly on the floor, all beaten to a pulp. Knuckles stared in despair, wondering who would do such a thing. He looked back to the human with pleading eyes, only to be met with disdain and hatred.
He looked at his fists. He realized he was the one who did this. He punched everyone into submission. With a heavy heart, he fled like those cowardly legendaries usually do and went to search for a new purpose. He decided not to punch anymore. Instead, he now praises the sun Pokémon, Ho-oh. Or was it Solgaleo? Either way, he joined a religion of some sort and became a peaceful Pokémon.
It’s just a normal day outside. Birds were singing, flowers were blooming. On days like these, a Marshadow laid within the grassy plains, enjoying the breeze brushing over his shadowy form. His mind was clear of many things, all at peace. He listened to the bug Pokémon buzzing, the flying Pokémon flapping, someone punching at the air…
And he didn’t do anything, because this is a happy ending story. He just stayed put and… Ah, nevermind, he started punching stuff again.
It’s just a normal day outside. Birds were singing, flowers were blooming. On days like these, a Marshadow laid within the grassy plains, enjoying the breeze brushing over his shadowy form. His mind was clear of many things, all at peace. He listened to the bug Pokémon buzzing, the flying Pokémon flapping, someone punching at the air…
Knuckles the Marshadow sat up straight. He searched for the sound of the punching noise and saw a brown, skirt-wearing pompous muscle dude swinging his pinkly stinkly gloves in front of him. He blinked at the sight, but was overall enticed at this weird afro guy.
He got on his stubby feet and hide himself inside the shadow of a tree. Reaching with the faded darkness of the tree, he managed to attach himself to the Hitty Bitty Rick Rollin’ Punch Punch Dude and felt their body become his. Every punch he made, Knuckles felt himself doing as well. It was a marvelous feeling he couldn’t describe, but since I’m the writer, I guess I have to describe his feelings. I guess it was the feeling of a boxing match?
After a while, the PUNching guy had to BRICK BREAK from the punching. However, the Marshadow thirsted for more punching. So he rose from the shadows and punched the frilly-girlish dressed muscleman. The impact of the punch surprised him, staggering him backwards. His excitement grew as the punching temptation spiked. He didn’t even realize the Hitmonchan was knocked out, sprawled all over a rock with a big bump on his head.
Knuckles was cruising along the street in his shadows that acted like a red sports car, seeking out new opponents. He already punched out several humans, but none were fun. He desired a challenge. A challenge that would give him someone he could punch several times. He really liked punching.
Suddenly, he found someone. A large Pokémon blocking the streets. The idea of punching something so big entranced him as he started raising his fists. He leapt forward, not realizing that his foot was still stuck inside the shadows, so he fell flat into the ground. As he tried to pull his foot out, he saw the huge Pokémon starting to roll towards him. He desperately tugged at his leg, yanking at it with all his might before it came loose. As he looked toward the Snorlax, it was nearly on top of him. He pulled his fist upward in an uppercut, but was immediately bounced to the floor. Moments later, he felt the huge flap slam into him.
The crushing pressure rose, and air escaped his lungs. He attempted to suck in air, but the fat and tile of the ground blocked his passages. He squirmed, trying to raise his fist to punch his way out, but to no avail. He wondered about his family. Scratch that, he wondered if he had a family. He felt the memories flooding into him, and all he remembered was laying on a plain, feeling the free air, before seeing Frilly Dress Guy and learning to punch. And then he remembered more punching. And more punching.
He was losing consciousness, but there was a spark that flickered. If he died now, he wouldn’t be able to punch. So, using all his strength, he focused his power into his fist and started raising it up. As he did so, the pressure started alleviating from him, and he felt the fresh air blow from the cracks. He pumped his fist upward, and the Snorlax flew away, giving him a chance to punch another day.
He punched. And punched. And punched. And punched. And punched. And punched. And punched. And punched. And punched some more. He felt free to punch, and so Knuckles punched. He wasn’t even sure what he was punching, but he could punch. So he continued to punch. And punch. And punch. And punch. An-
Suddenly, he felt a slap to his face. The slap wasn’t a punch, and that displeased Knuckles. He stared angrily into the eyes of a human, who angrily stared back. They stared for a while, and if this was a really bad fanfiction, they probably would have fallen in love and got married for the amount of time they stared at each other. The human brought forth their hand, but it was in the shape of a point. That made the Marshadow angry, but he followed where the point was directed. When he gazed at the scene, he gasped.
Thousands of Pokémon, humans, and a random Digimon that was inserted into this fiction for fanservice laid helplessly on the floor, all beaten to a pulp. Knuckles stared in despair, wondering who would do such a thing. He looked back to the human with pleading eyes, only to be met with disdain and hatred.
He looked at his fists. He realized he was the one who did this. He punched everyone into submission. With a heavy heart, he fled like those cowardly legendaries usually do and went to search for a new purpose. He decided not to punch anymore. Instead, he now praises the sun Pokémon, Ho-oh. Or was it Solgaleo? Either way, he joined a religion of some sort and became a peaceful Pokémon.
It’s just a normal day outside. Birds were singing, flowers were blooming. On days like these, a Marshadow laid within the grassy plains, enjoying the breeze brushing over his shadowy form. His mind was clear of many things, all at peace. He listened to the bug Pokémon buzzing, the flying Pokémon flapping, someone punching at the air…
And he didn’t do anything, because this is a happy ending story. He just stayed put and… Ah, nevermind, he started punching stuff again.
