//------------------------------// // 10 - First Impressions, Last Impressions... // Story: V for Victory, V for Victini! // by zelkova48 //------------------------------// Victini and Drilbur clumsily hobbled down the star lit streets of Ponyville as they slowly made their way back to their cozy little burrow of a home after a very long night of hardcore partying. In between diving headlong into the punchbowl with Gummy and the cake eating contest Pinkie brought up, the two finally decided that they had enough and went home to retire for the night. Drilbur was still carrying around his spoils for the poker game he had unknowingly won earlier that same day, despite having absolutely no idea how to play or why he was even there in the first place. Only now he had a new pair of sequined shutter shades to add to his ever growing collection of knick knacks and various oddities. Victini also brought a little something extra home, namely a frilly pink polka dotted lampshade that was hanging lazily from his left ear. After a brief walk in the brisk night, the two had finally reached their burrow where they stretched and unwinded any knots that may have built up in their muscles over the course of the day. Setting down their stuff onto the ever growing pile of collectibles, Victini and Drilbur soon sat down and began reminiscing about recent events like a duo of drunk elderly gentlemen. “That was *Hic!* the best *Hic!* cake I’ve ever *Hic!* had...” Drilbur slurred as the encroaching sugar crash threatened to destroy his livelihood “We should *Hic!* hang out with Pinkie *Hic!* more often...” “Yeah... we *Hic!* should...” said Victini keeling over and collapsing to the ground unconscious with a soft thud. The only sound coming from the sleeping rabbit was the light, cuddly snoring that he elicited as he drifted into the realm of sleep “ Zzzzzz... tini, tini, tini, tini... Zzzzzz... tini, tini, tini, tini...” as he slept, Victini pawed his ears and scratched his nose. He shuffled and stirred about on the ground to find a comfortable position, shifting his body back and forth before smacking his lips and curling up into a cute little yellow and orange ball. “Hey... buddy? You *Hic!* alright?” Drilbur prodded Victini, only to fall over backwards as well and letting sleep grab hold of him too “Huuuuh.... nightie... night...” with one final yawn, the mole curled up and let his fur keep him warm for the night. Before long, Victini and Drilbur were fast asleep, undisturbed by the world as the faint chirping of crickets lulled them into a restful slumber. Their achy bodies soon were reinvigorated by morning’s light, but not before a familiar jingle snapped them back into the world of the conscious. * * * “Oh... my head...” Victini groaned as he slowly got up on his feet “Ugh... what happened last night?” “I don’t remember much after we passed out eating all of that cake... but I feel like there’s a flock of Mandibuzz pecking the back of my head over and over again just for kicks...” Drilbur replied to the best of his abilities “Maybe we should’ve have done laps in the punch bowl...” “I’m more surprised of the fact that our fur isn’t all sticky from that” Victini noted as he looked over himself. He sniffed himself, and the Drilbur, making sure to note the fact that they smelled like three different kinds of berries with just a hint of lime. While they smelled sweet and nice, it was a bit off putting given how intense the scent was. “Uh... maybe we should head back to the creek again, just to be sure” “Anything to smell less like group of Slurpuff, buddy” Drilbur smiled as the two climbed out of their home and made their way back to the creek. Only this time, Victini chose to remain visible throughout the whole walk. It was a decision that he himself made with reassurance from PInkie. Hopefully, he doesn’t regret any of this. * * *         Regret. It was definitely the feeling of regret that was stirring within Victini’s tiny stomach. A feeling of regret so palpable that even Drilbur felt sick to his core just standing next to him. The fact that they’re still suffering the effects of a sugar high crash and hangover didn’t do much for them either. He was starting to get the feeling that staying visible today was a bad idea.         Not five minutes after the two had left their home, the two pokemon had been immediately bombarded with questions, demands, and all manners of requests for his abilities by the local townsfolks. Was Pinkie Pie the one at fault? Quite the contrary in fact. If the blame is to fall upon anyone, it’ll probably belong to none other than Rarity herself. Apparently this was one piece of information that she couldn’t help but gossip about. Technically, she wasn’t breaking her Pinkie promise so it should have been just harmless chattering. Or, at least at the time she thought it was harmless to openly speak about a magical fire breathing rabbit that can grant you the power to win at life. Like a string of firecrackers on Chineighs New Year, the fuse was lit and the rest followed suit. One pony told two, two ponies told three, and so forth. Word of mouth in a small town like Ponyville spread like wildfire. Before noon that day, the whole town was hot on the heels of poor Victini. “T- tini?” Victini said as he and Drilbur were being slowly backed into a  brick wall.           “Please! Please! Please! Oh, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaase!” The trio of fillies infamously known as the Cutie Mark Crusaders pleaded to the poor rabbit. It was at times like these he cursed Arceus for giving him such big ears. The near screechy cries of the young’uns were starting to give him a migraine. He was even considering doing what Drilbur had done and burying his head into the ground like a Doduo.   “Please mister Victini, sir! I heard from my big sister that you can grant victory to ponies! Do you think you can help us get our cutie marks?” Sweetie Belle asked with a set of puppy dog eyes.         “Uh... Sweetie Belle? I don’t think we can get our cutie marks from victory alone. We have to earn them, remember?” said Scootaloo “Maybe he could help us with our tryouts for our cutie marks! I mean, I am getting kinda tired of being covered in tree sap each and every time we try something” “So how about it mister Victini, sir? Do you think you can lend us a hoof on out tryouts?” Applebloom asked with a wide toothy grin. Victini wasn’t having any of it. He turned invisible, yanked Drilbur out of the ground like a newborn Petilil and bolted from the scene into the sky as quickly as he could. As he looked down, his big blue eyes widened even further from witnessing the mob that was forming below him and Drilbur. He was panicking now and made a beeline straight for Pinkie in fear that he might get caught by the large mob. But in the midst of his panic fueled escape, he’d failed to actually hear what the ponies were talking about... “Everypony, look! It’s a bird!” an elderly mare yelled. ‘No! It’s a blimp!” Screw Loose shouted manically “It’s not a blimp you dolt! How the heck is that suppose to be a blimp!? It’s a flying mole for pete sake!” a stallion shouted out in awe. “It’s the end of the world! Hide your carrots!” A hysterical Carrot Top shrieked as she proceeded to board up her home and defend her precious stock of homegrown carrots. The only thing that could heard from miles around were the frantic sound of hammering nails and the sawing of wooden planks for the creation of a carrot stealing flying mole fallout shelter...