Mr. Gyarados shuffled uneasily as he waited for her to answer the door. The rain beat down from the sky like falling fists, but he was far too demoralized to mind. It had been a while since his last visit, and he was afraid she wouldn’t be too happy. He attempted to straighten his tie, but his appearance was so mangled that it really made no difference. He heard the tumblers turn over and the door slowly creaked open.
“What do you want?” a dry, cacophonous voice called.
“I’m a little short on funds,” Mr. Gyarados replied. “I wanted to know if I could have a place to stay for the time being.”
It was true, Gyarados was off to a bad foot. Over a year ago, Gyarados founded a company in France that ended up as the 5th largest company in the world. The only problem is, he could never get things to expand. He could never out-speed or outsource his competition, and his hold on consumer interest had dwindled. After a long run of not being able to break his competitors, he suffered depression and began to fall apart. He was moving back in with mother.
“I knew you were a bad seed! Why couldn’t you be like Luxchomp or Dialgachomp? Don’t you get tired of always falling short of all the big companies? Why can’t you do anything new or exciting? Why are you crawling back to me anyways? Aren’t you living with that trophy girlfriend of yours?” she cackled.
“Felicity is. . . . she left me,” Gyarados replied. Things hadn’t been the same since she disappeared from his life. Felicity inspired him and allowed him to set up his greatest plans. With her gone, his company was stumbling out of control.
