Geeta needs Charlie’s help for a very urgent favor.
Toyhouse prompt game: “No time to explain, just get in the chicken costume, fast!”
Characters: Charlie, Geeta, Daji, Spinch (implied)
Warnings: N/A
Wordcount: 1,580
Vibe: free them (charlie)
hi the zin 3am onesots return [confetti]
its been like a year or two since i did these or smthng. anyways the drill is the same this isnt revised and it will maybe be revised later. probably not. dont worry abt it.
its silly bc i wanted to undead the forum game.. also dont mind that i slightly changed the prompt line to fit with the setting. look the thread was dead for 6 months can i have some leeway here
okbye -passes out-
It was shaping up to be a lazy day, against all plans – and Charlie was hoping things were going to stay that way.
Geeta was 15 minutes late, Charlie counted as they glanced at the time on their phone. Geeta was never late, so they just assumed the planned reconnaissance to attempt to locate any trace of the ruinous treasures was canceled.
Still, Charlie was a bit worried. Geeta would at least send a text, right? What if something was wrong?
Whatever. It wasn’t their problem.
Charlie scrolled mindlessly through social media for a good while more, electric fan occasionally cooling their face as it rotated. At least, until their attention was abruptly caught by a loud knock on their temporary apartment’s door.
Charlie groaned, and gave it a moment. But after a pause, there was another knock – along with a voice.
“Charlie! I know you’re in there!”
God damn it.
Charlie quickly checked their messages to see if they had missed anything – nothing. Geeta had gone straight to pounding on their door, 15 minutes late, with no heads up.
Something was definitely abnormal.
With a groan and a stretch, Charlie hopped out of the makeshift nest they’d made on the couch, fanned themselves a bit to get the sweat off, and went to open the door.
“The hell you in such a rush for, showing up late?” they scoffed as they opened the door, avoiding eye contact with Geeta.
“No time to explain-” Geeta started, sounding out of breath.
“I need you to get in the torchic costume, fast!”
“…Excuse me?”
Charlie was beyond confused, but it would seem their questions didn’t have time to be answered.
With only a huff, Geeta grabbed Charlie by the arm and dragged them out from their apartment.
“Hey hey HEY!!” Charlie said with a yelp, struggling to keep up with Geeta’s serious pace.
“What do you even think you’re doing?! Weren’t you the one who said we’re putting the rivalry aside until that dumbass fox is gone?!”
“This is important to the task at hand, Charlie.” Geeta responded.
“A torchic costume?! How could putting me in an oversized suit in the Paldean summer be of any fucking use to this?!”
“Just follow me, please.”
Geeta’s grip eased up and Charlie stumbled as they fixed their pace. All they could really do was roll with it – Geeta sounded serious, after all. And if it was something to do with the Wicked Fox that they’d teamed up to chase…
Geeta led Charlie from their apartment complex to the esteemed Naranja academy – not a far walk, but considering Charlie was wearing a tank top, boxers, and no shoes, they managed to turn some heads – especially being led by Geeta.
Once at the academy, the duo made their way to the locker rooms just outside the field area.
Charlie was finally able to sit on a bench to try and fan their sweat, while Geeta swiftly moved to shuffling through a large container.
“Seriously though – why is this important?” Charlie said, breaking the period of silence.
Geeta paused, for a bit longer than was characteristic of her.
“It’s… to catch the attention of the tablets of ruins, Wo-Chien.” she said, though her words sounded slightly unsure.
“According to Daji, it has poor eyesight and hearing – so it’s attracted to exaggerated movements.”
“And couldn’t Daji just transform into like, a big legendary pokemon or something? I’m sure that would get any old snail’s attention.”
“Daji is… busy.”
“Of course she is!” Charlie cried, defeated.
Though, they almost had to do a double take – it almost sounded like Geeta was stifling laughter – but that was too out of character for her, at least in Charlie’s mind.
After a few more moments of fumbling around, Geeta lifted up an oversized mascot torchic head and tossed it Charlie’s way. They attempted to catch it, but it ended up just rolling on the ground instead.
As Charlie examined the head, Geeta pulled out the mascot’s suit.
“This… this thing’s got like, fans in it, right?” Charlie asked, looking inside the costume.
“It has a few, though the visibility isn’t great.”
“…Gotcha.”
Geeta unzipped the mascot costume, and helped Charlie climb in. Once inside, Charlie really got a feel for the lack of motion the costume had – their arms could only do so much as a slight wiggle.
“Alright! Do your best!” Geeta said with a smile, placing the chick pokemon costume’s head onto Charlie to complete the look.
Charlie couldn’t do or say much to protest, as whatever they said was muffled by the oversized costume.
The first thing they noticed with the head on was that Geeta definitely wasn’t lying – the visibility was bad. Even though the locker room was well-lit, the most they had was tiny dots of vision.
“Remember, just… go wild out there. Run around, jump, flail your arms as much as you can!”
Charlie couldn’t reply.
Soon enough, they could feel themselves being pushed out of the locker room, and into light that felt more natural. The guidance continued, until it suddenly stopped – but with the mesh viewport being so uncooperative, Charlie had no idea if Geeta had left them already or if something happened.
Though, it’s not like Charlie could hear anything either – except for the whirring of the fans embedded into the foam of the head.
With a deep sigh, Charlie decided the most they could do was follow Geeta’s instructions.
So, with reckless abandon, Charlie started flailing around as best they could.
After some time, the sweat ended up causing their hair to stick to their face, blocking out their vision even more. But Charlie didn’t give up, and kept going, until…
Thump.
It was inevitable that in such a comically proportioned suit, Charlie could find themselves falling over… with no way to get up.
They wiggled around defenselessly for a few moments, before quickly giving up.
Charlie figured they could just move their arms out of the arm holes and take the head off, but they had no time to act – as Charlie soon felt themselves being rolled.
Again, there was nothing they could truly do but wait until whatever was rolling them decided to stop.
A door opened, and Charlie found themselves in the artificial light of the locker room once again.
Finally, they were able to pull their arms out of the arm holes, and lift the mask off from the inside – gasping for fresh air.
As Charlie could now see freely, they looked around for whatever was pushing them, and spotted a rather tall teenager in a scarlet-colored cheer uniform… a teenager Charlie recognized.
“You’re the… weird… fox… kid, right?”
“Uh… uh huh?” the teenager responded in a confused manner, as they moved to unzip Charlie to finally free them from their prison.
“You were crazy out there! Sure, you weren’t coordinated at all… but you had the ENERGY!”
“Wait, hold on, hold on…” Charlie mumbled as they climbed out of the suit.
“What… where… was I?”
“Geez, did La Primera not tell you?” the teenager huffed, stretching their hands – one of which was a claw.
“The mascot had something come up last minute, so we needed a replacement. Ms. Geeta was kind enough to say she knew someone who could be a replacement… which I guess was you?”
Charlie said nothing, and simply let out a long, defeated sigh.
There was a pause, then the sound of a bell.
“Gotta go! There’s a water cooler past that row of lockers.”
And off the teenager went, hopping out the door.
Without hesitation, Charlie shambled over to the water cooler and started downing as much as they could.
Their overheating-induced water spree was only cut off by the pleasant sound of familiar laughter as the doors to the locker room opened once more.
“Charlie?” Daji said, an air of concern in her voice as she saw Charlie half grasping a bench on the floor, surrounded by paper cups.
“Dawh, shit.” was all Charlie could find themselves saying, as their gaze drifted towards an impishly smiling Geeta.
“YOU!!” they said, getting up with an accusatory point – brushing off a concerned Daji.
“What the hell was that for?! That wasn’t fucking related to that stupid snail or fox or anything!”
It was obvious Geeta was trying to keep in a laugh.
“Daji informed me that their student was anxious about their cheer routine going badly… I didn’t think it’d be too much trouble, but I knew I couldn’t convince you to do it if I had gone about it genuinely.” she said with a smile.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Charlie sighed.
“…You’re right, I guess. About how I’d brush you off if you told the truth. That totally doesn’t excuse things though!!”
“Well, seeing Spinch have fun out there made me really happy.” Daji said with a warm smile.
“So, even if it wasn’t exactly enjoyable… you have my thanks for this, Charlie.”
And just like that, Charlie’s fit of rage melted away.
“Yea, I guess.” they replied sheepishly.
“We’ll, uh, get Wo-Chien next time, right?”
Charlie turned over to Geeta.
“But of course.”
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