The crisp, high-end chime of a luxury Pokégear buzzed against the marble countertop of the freshly finished kitchen, the screen flashing with a sleek corporate emblem. Angel reached out with a pale, slender hand, sliding her thumb across the glass interface to pick up the incoming connection.
"Hello? Is this Miss Angel?" a polished, corporate voice chimed through the line. "This is Quartz & Hearth Real Estate calling to update you on your property. We are pleased to inform you that our premium design team has officially finished furnishing the three-story townhouse to your exact personal specifications. Every single appliance has been integrated, and the structural safety sweeps are cleared. You and your family are officially authorized to begin moving in immediately."
A massive wave of pure, unfiltered excitement surged straight through Angel's chest. "Really? Oh, thank you so much!" she gasped, her hauntingly beautiful, face lighting up with a rare, radiant smile that completely shattered her usual eerie, distant aesthetic.
The call cut out with a polite click, and she didn't waste a single microsecond. She spun around on her bare heels, her long white hair flying across her shoulders as she sprinted straight into the old, grimy living room toward her massive companion.
"Poopie! We can move in! The new house is finally ready!" she squealed with child-like glee, hurling her delicate arms around the floating, violet orb. She began showering him with ecstatic hugs, heavy kisses, and deep, affectionate praises, dragging his toxic body into a cute, swirling victory dance right there in the middle of the cramped slum room.
"Koff... Koff-ing!" Poopie rumbled, his massive, round eyes turning completely wide as a surge of absolute, euphoric ecstasy slammed into his neural pathways.
In a dark, realistic Kanto, a Koffing was an absolute, undisputed weapon of mass destruction. He was a flying chemical tactical nuke, capable of liquefying entire streets with corrosive acid or flattening a city block with a single, unhinged Explosion. Feral Koffing carried a sinister, terrifying reputation across the region as volatile engines of syndicate violence.
But because of Angel's reality-shattering, ethereal beauty, this lethal powerhouse had been completely subdued, reduced to a submissive, tail-wagging puppy dog who lived solely for her touch. He melted completely into her soft embrace, floating in pure, dizzying bliss, spinning around her like an over-excited hound dog. The sheer, absurd contrast of a high-grade Team Rocket asset acting like a helpless simp was the ultimate testament to Angel's natural, passive charm. She held the leash to a monster without even trying.
Her gentle, radiant frequency didn't just domesticate a Diamond-Potential poison cloud; in a way, she had completely subdued Odin himself. Angel was the absolute, undeniable light to Odin's dark—the pure good to his sociopathic evil. Without her haunting innocence grounding his ego, Odin wouldn't just be a carefree, arrogant young-master Officer; he would have already descended into a completely bloodthirsty, murderous sociopath, tearing Kanto apart until the global authorities threw his unhinged ass in a maximum-security cage or put a bullet in his brain.
"Come on, Poopie, let's go tell Mom and Rafael!" Angel cheered, her voice a melodious, pure ring in the damp air.
She ran straight into her mother's dim bedroom, bursting with the good news, before sprinting over to do the exact same to her little brother, Rafael. The sudden announcement ignited a frantic rush of energy. They packed up their meager slum belongings, their worn clothes, and the mountain of premium medical supplies Angel had bought casually using his pocket change. With Koffing floating behind them like an over-eager, hovering pack mule, they closed the door on their grimy, grim-soaked slum apartment forever. Sayonara to the gutter.
The family of four—Angel, her mother Minerva, little brother Rafael, and the loyal, hovering puppy-simp Poopie—strolled happily out into the muddy alleys of the Pewter City slums. The air was heavy with the stench of coal dust and poverty, but the family was completely insulated by their own joy, chatting happily and joking around about their past financial struggles.
As they walked, the crowds of rough slum civilians and low-level grunts immediately parted. Every single eye locked onto Angel's form. Her long white hair, fair pale skin, and mesmerizing snowflake pupils gave her a haunting, ghost-princess aesthetic that completely transfixed the street.
"Holy shit... was that a real ghost?" a grimy merchant whispered, leaning over his counter.
"Nah man, not a ghost, I've seen her around alot lately" a pass civilian said.
"Look at that freakish Koffing behind her," a low-level thug muttered, gesturing toward Poopie's scarred, toxic gas-vents. "Why the fuck is a beautiful, ethereal girl like her walking with a sinister piece of garbage like that? That Koffing definitely doesn't suit a goddess."
"Actually bro, I've seen that chick before, I'm sure that Koffing is just her pet actually.. no idea she tamed that fucker tho, but I can see why, with a pretty face like that, she can even tame me and my ekans.. if you know what I mean! Wink, wink" another Grunt said.
The family heard the cruel, narrow-minded insults cutting through the alleyway, but they chose to completely ignore the ignorance of the slums.
In fact, Angel immediately took advantage of their hurtful words to weaponize her affection, leaning up to press a soft kiss against Poopie's floating, toxic skin. "Don't listen to those mean people, Poopie," she cooed loudly, her voice dripping with love. "You are the absolute cutest Koffing in the whole wide world, the strongest Poopie in all of Kanto, and my one and only adorable Poopie!"
"Koff... Koffff!" Poopie cried out, the literal engine of destruction rumbled, so to speak, his purple body practically vibrating with pure, unadulterated pleasure as he floated on cloud nine, completely ready to die happy right then and there.
Watching the ridiculous display, Minerva and Rafael couldn't help but smile and laugh out loud at her cheerful, unbothered nature. Her name suited her perfectly; she was an absolute angel, a creature too pure, too good, and too beautiful for this cruel, dark world.
Soon, the grimy dirt of the slums gave way to the pristine, paved stone of the Pewter City center. They crossed the boundary into the high-end residential district, and for the very first time, their eyes locked onto their brand-new home.
The moment they unlocked the front door and stepped inside, the entire family immediately entered total MTV Cribs exploration mode. It was a massive, three-story architectural masterpiece built for absolute maximum comfort. The property boasted four large bedrooms, four luxury bathrooms, a massive master bedroom suite, two high-end kitchens, and a colossal living and dining area running the length of the first floor.
Everything inside was top-of-the-line luxury. The home was integrated with the latest smart electronics, flat-screen TVs, personal computers, a massive library, a study room, a music room, and a high-tech automated security network. Every couch, bed, toilet, and bathtub was designed for peak physical comfort.
The family began running around like little kids who had just discovered a massive new playground. Rafael started sprinting up and down the polished wooden stairs, his laughter echoing off the high ceilings.
"Rafael! Get down from there this instant!" Minerva called out, her maternal instincts kicking in as she chased after him. "Be careful! Don't you dare injure yourself or break any of these expensive appliances!"
Deep down, Minerva's chest tightened with a heavy wave of conflicting emotions. She had spent daya heavily judging and criticizing Odin, detesting the fact that he was a literal, ruthless criminal operating within a dangerous syndicate like Team Rocket while her daughter was a pure angel. But standing in the center of this multi-million credit paradise, she knew the reality: this dream life was only possible because of Odin's power and wealth.
Swallowing her old-school maternal pride, Minerva walked over to the kitchen counter and gently pulled Angel into a quiet corner. Her gaze softened, a look of genuine regret crossing her face.
"Angel... I want to apologize to you, dear," Minerva whispered softly. "I was wrong to judge Odin so harshly. I criticized him unfairly without seeing how much he truly provides for your happiness. This... all of this is only possible because of him."
A massive surge of happiness beamed from Angel's eyes. Her mother had never approved of her relationship with Odin, and hearing this felt like the ultimate victory for her heart. She threw her delicate arms around Minerva, holding her in a tight, desperate embrace.
"I told you so, Mom!" Angel whispered into her shoulder, her voice trembling with emotion. "Odin is my everything... he is my entire world! I want to be with him forever and ever!"
Minerva sighed, returning the tight hug as she heard her daughter's unyielding, plain confession. What else could an old-sickly mother do but completely approve of them together? She smoothed down Angel's white hair and smiled. "Alright, sweetie. Once Odin returns home tonight, I promise I will look him in the eye, properly thank him, and give him my full apology."
Angel's heart brimmed with even more joy. "He'll be back later, Mom! Probably in the early evening at the very latest! He promised he was just doing a quick run to Mount Moon!" she cheered, her voice full of absolute certainty.
By the time the grandfather clock in the main hall began to chime, the sun had already slipped completely beneath the horizon, painting the high-end district in deep, twilight shadows.
Inside the primary kitchen, Angel had finished cooking a massive, grand celebration dinner. The counters were stacked with steaming platters of premium meats, rich stews, and delicate sides, with an extra, massive portion meticulously set aside and covered specially for Odin. Poopie had acted as her frantic, over-eager kitchen assistant the entire time, hovering around her arms, constantly moving pots and fishing for praises while Angel happily stirred the food, her mind fully convinced her alpha man would swagger through the front door at any second.
Minerva, Rafael, Angel, and Koffing sat down and happily ate their dinner together, sharing laughing stories of past slum struggles and new dreams for the townhouse. But as the clock kept ticking, the food began to settle. The dinner slowly came to a natural end. Rafael grew sleepy, and Minerva eventually guided him upstairs to bed, leaving the first floor completely, dead silent.
Except for Angel.
She remained anchored to her chair at the head of the massive dining table, staring intently at the front door. The minutes began to bleed into long, agonizing hours. The early evening passed completely. No sign of Odin. No knock at the door. No chime from her Pokégear.
Lucy had already sent the exact address and coordinates of the new house to Odin's personal line hours ago... but the message sat there, completely unread, probably on a dead device resting in a dark cavern pool miles away, let's hope his Pokébag is water proof and his Pokégear too.
Angel sat perfectly still, her hands gripped tightly in her lap, desperately trying to force her mind to stay positive, trying to maintain absolute faith in Odin's promise. But beside her, Poopie's floating form began to slow down. His wide, cartoonish eyes narrowed into a tense, serious look. His predatory instincts were sharp. Odin was late. No call, no text, no communication from him whatsoever, weird he thought. Something about his Mt.moon adventure must have gone completely wrong.
But he was a professional, Koffing kept his mouth shut, refusing to let out a whimper. He knew how emotionally attached Angel was to his master; she would completely fall apart if he panicked, and he refused to scare her. Moving slowly, the poison cloud floated over and rested his heavy, warm body directly on her lap, providing a solid anchor of comfort in the quiet room.
"Thank you, Poopie..." Angel whispered, her white fingers gently caressing his purple skin.
Eventually, midnight arrived. The bright lights of the residential district stayed on, but the distant noise of the city streets died down into an eerie, oppressive silence. The grand celebration feast she had spent hours preparing had long since gone completely cold.
Angel had already gotten up an endless, frantic number of times to stand over the stove, heating the food up over and over again so that the exact second Odin broke through the door, his victory meal would be hot, fresh, and ready for him to eat. She couldn't even remember how many times she had stood there, watching the steam rise from the pots, only to turn the burners off and walk back to the silent table.
The high-tech security monitors near the entrance remained completely dark, showing absolutely zero signs of any Team Rocket escorts or familiar black uniforms. Nothing. No texts. No rings. The silence in the luxury townhouse was deafening.
A cold, heavy sense of pure, suffocating dread began to coil around Angel's heart, squeezing tighter and tighter until she could barely draw a breath. She absolutely loathed this feeling. The underlying fear was becoming a terrifying reality. Her delicate hands tightened around Koffing's frame, pressing him against her chest as she tried to stop her body from trembling.
The soft sound of footsteps echoed down the stairs as Minerva walked back down into the dim dining room. She stopped, looking at her daughter sitting entirely alone in the darkness. "Oh, dear... why are you still down here sitting like a ghost in the dark?" Minerva asked, her voice heavy with worry. "The clock has already passed midnight, Angel. You need to come upstairs and go to bed."
"NO!" Angel suddenly yelled out, her voice cracking with a sharp, violent outburst that shattered the quiet house.
Minerva caught completely off guard by her daughter's sudden, uncharacteristic aggression, immediately stepped forward. "Angel! What is wrong with you, dear? Are you okay? Tell me what's going on."
Hearing her mother's frantic, worried tone, the wall of anger instantly crumbled. Angel dropped her head, her shoulders shaking as she immediately began typing furiously on her device. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Mom," she whispered, her voice choking up. "Odin isn't home yet... I'm just sitting here waiting for him. He's never this late.. or atleast he'll let me know he's going to be late.. asshole"
Minerva took a deep breath, walking over to wrap her arms around her daughter's trembling shoulders, desperately trying to calm her down. "Dear... listen to me. He is a high-ranking member of Team Rocket. Im sure being late or staying out for days is completely normal for their operations. Maybe his mission ran long, or he's too busy with syndicate business to call. The criminal life is always full of dangerous hardships and unpredictable schedules, dear. You must have faith and trust in your boyfriend. He will be fine."
"Okay..." Angel replied dejectedly, her eyes staring blankly at the floor.
Minerva reached over and picked up the heavy plates of ruined celebration food. "Look, the food has already gone completely cold again. Let's just put it away into the fridge for the night. Once Odin finally comes home tomorrow, you can tell him his feast is ready, and you can help him heat it up then."
Minerva smiled gently, trying her absolute best to comfort her daughter's fracturing mind. But deep, deep inside her own thoughts, the cold, realistic mother knew the brutal truth of Kanto: it was entirely possible for a ruthless criminal to die a dog's death out in the wild. That was the uncompromising, bloody reality of a syndicate like Team Rocket. One wrong step, one bad ambush, and you were a corpse rotting in a ditch. But she would rather die than tell her daughter that.
"It's getting late, Angel," Minerva urged softly. "Let's head upstairs to bed. Perhaps he'll be standing on the porch by next morning."
Angel shook her head, her white braids swaying. "No... I'll stay up just a little bit more. Just a tiny bit longer... if I go to bed now, I might miss him when he walks through the door."
Seeing her daughter's unyielding, stubborn devotion, Minerva knew there was no winning the argument. She gave her one last kiss on the head, turned, and slowly walked back up the stairs, leaving the first floor in absolute solitude once more.
The moment the bedroom door clicked shut upstairs, Angel's composure completely broke.
With shaking, frantic fingers, she began dialing Odin's Pokégear over and over again. Every single time, the line would ring out through the empty networks, a hollow, rhythmic sound that cut through her ears before instantly dropping into his automated voice message.
Click.
"Sorry, asshole, currently unavailable. Catch me next time! How about that?!" Odin's arrogant, cocky, and punchable voice blasted through the speaker of the Pokégear, dripping with his textbook smirk.
Angel couldn't even remember how many times she had heard that exact recording play out into the dark room. She had dialed his number more than fifty times by now, the sound of his automated voice looping in her ears until she had memorized every single syllable, every inflection, and every breath of his cocky cadence.
She pressed redial again, her eyes swimming with hot tears. The line rang out, and as the message clicked open, Angel began repeating the words aloud, her voice trembling in a desperate, sobbing sync with the recording in the dark.
"Sorry, asshole, currently unavailable. Catch me next time! How about that?!" Odin's voice laughed from the speaker.
"Sorry... asshole... currently unavailable... catch me next time... how about that...?" Angel whispered along, a lone, hot tear cutting down her pale cheek and splashing onto her lap.
The clock ticked past one in the morning, the deep darkness of the night swallowing the luxury townhouse whole. Still no answers. No text reads. No signs of life. The overwhelming, suffocating dread was coiling tighter and tighter around her chest, becoming an absolute, unbearable psychological torture.
Poopie couldn't take the sight of his goddess breaking down anymore. He floated up to her eye level, his massive purple body sinking low as he let out a deeply sorrowful whimper. "Koff... Koff..."
Angel looked up through her blurry vision, her heart breaking for her companion. "I'm sorry, Poopie... I'm so sorry for worrying you like this..."
"Koff... Koff... Koffing," Koffing murmured softly, pressing his cheek against hers to wipe away the moisture.
Angel's eyes turned completely red, a heavy sob tearing out of her throat as she sniffed, wiping her face with her sleeve. "Come on... let's go to bed, Poopie. Maybe Mom is right... maybe he'll be here tomorrow morning, acting completely carefree, like he didn't just leave me behind all worried for him... yeah... that's it. That arrogant asshole is always like that... never caring about how much he scares me..."
She desperately, frantically tried to comfort herself with his flaws, clutching onto his cocky identity just to convince herself he was still alive.
That night, Angel slept completely alone in the massive master bedroom—without Odin. She stripped down, sliding her bare, ivory frame beneath the high-end sheets completely naked. A desperate, unhinged part of her fractured mind was secretly hoping that her dominant, unhinged alpha man would violently break into their new house in the middle of the night, tear the blankets away, and passionately, dominantly fuck her silly as a surprise rescue from this living nightmare.
But the front door never opened. The high-tech security system stayed completely silent. Angel spent the entire night sobbing and crying into the silk pillows, her bare skin shivering in the cold sheets, with the sad and silent Koffing held tightly in her arms as her only source of comfort in the dark, while her man lay comatose miles away in a subterranean abyss, somewhere in Mt.moon.