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It had been a month since Team Rainbow Rocket invaded Aether Paradise. Life was back to normal.
“Why must I still be forced to do such… menial work? It's honestly a true waste of my talents…”
An Aether employee crossed his arms.
”Intern Faba, shovel this horse poop.”
”It’s disgusting!” Faba told the employee. “My clothes are already ruined!”
His coat and clothes were covered in brown poop.
“Who cares about your fucking clothes.” The employee said. “Here’s your shovel.”
“I'd rather soon die than clean shit.” Faba muttered, crossing his arms and pointing his nose into the air as the employee shook his head.
“You say that every time.” The employee told him.
After Faba abandoned his poop shovelling duties, he went to Aether Paradise.
”Are you okay, Cinderfaba?” Zossie asked.
“I’m okay.” Faba told her. “I, um, am just having a bit of trouble with this crate… it is a tad too heavy for my strength. Would you mind coming to give me a hand?”
“No.” Zossie said. “You and the employees are the same rank now.”
Soliera walked in. “Cinder-Boh, one of our employees became nothing more than a pile of meat and bone fragments yesterday. It was your fault.”
Pycho then joined the two girls. “I guess Intern Faba here does not like to be treated like an intern and he often attacks the staff?”
“Cinderass,” Dulse told Faba, sliding his arm around his waist. “Mind pulling this crate for us?”
The Recon Squad burst out laughing.
More crates were taken through Lusamine’s mansion. At this rate, Faba would never get his position of branch chief back.
One day, Wicke made an announcement. “Faba will be getting his position of branch chief back. I’ll be holding a ball!”
“This ball will be my ticket back to my position as Branch Chief.” Faba began saying, chuckling a little as he turned away, patting his poo covered coat. “All I have to do is make the right impression on Wicke at that ball….”
Faba had made a beautiful green and white dress out of fabrics. It was modelled after a Pokémon he loved, Celesteela.
Wicke, here I come…
Faba walked to Lusamine’s mansion, revealing his elegant dress in all its layered glory.
But Wicke wasn’t there. She was throwing the ball at Aether Paradise.
That sucked, Faba decided.
But things went worse.
Soleria and Zossie soon came, followed by Dulse and Pycho.
“Well, well… look at Cinderass! He cleans up nicely, huh?” Dulse snarked.
”Cinder-Boh,” Soliera told the ex-branch chief, pretending not to recognize him due to his dress. “You look so pretty, I can’t tell it’s you!”
”Fanservice!” Zossie’s eyes sparkled. “Snap some photos!”
“Faba, you look ridiculous.” Pycho laughed. “You can’t meet Wicke looking like that!”
“Yeah!” Zossie told Faba. “We have our own plans for Wicke.”
”I’m gonna woo her!” Soliera said.
Stupid girl.I mean, Soleria doesn't look like she's ideal for wooing Wicke, right? Well, if she is, I'd hate to think that Wicke doesn't approve of her...
”Get him!” Pycho ordered.
The Recon Squad leapt on Faba, and started tearing at his silk, chiffon, velvet and other fabric based dress. Soon, the dress had been ripped to shreds, leaving barely enough to preserve his modesty.
"Just look at the proud prince! How adorned he is!" shouted Soliera.
Faba stumbled down the empty corridor, crying.
Even as he changed into his coat, Faba kept crying.
He would never meet Wicke.
A man with a suitcase arrived.
”Professor Mohn?!” Faba exclaimed.
“Yes.” Mohn told him. The man had a suitcase, and he was wondering why Faba was wearing a ruined uniform. Through a lot of talking, Mohn figured out that Faba had been demoted to intern.
Faba arrived at Mohn’s desk, eyeing him as they locked eyes for a second before he stared down at his notes, then up to the man’s suitcase.
“The Recon Squad banned me from Wicke’s ball! Help me!” He cried.
Mohn gave Faba a new uniform and his Hypno.
Faba went to the ball, with his Hypno.
Wicke awaited him.
As Faba started dancing with Wicke, Soliera stared blankly.
“Who’s this man? Whoever he is, he seems the life of the party," she says.
"So, you want to dance with me, Faba?” Wicke asked.
“Yup,” Faba said, the ball nearly finished.
The two danced, but not before two people with guns burst in.
These people with guns started running after Faba, as all he could do was scream in anguish at leaving his beloved Wicke behind. He left his Hypno behind in the process.
Wicke must’ve kept the Hypno in mind, as she visited the mansion herself a day later.
”Raise your hand if you own this Hypno.” She told everyone.
Faba raised his hand, sitting in his chair.
“Faba isn’t the rightful branch chief.” Soliera told Wicke. “He’s a pitiful servant bitch who gets covered in horse shit.”
Faba narrowed his eyes, the offense evident on his face as he rose quickly out of his chair. “How dare you speak to me like that!"
“So this is the real branch chief.” Wicke said. “And the one who danced with me.”
“I have a very special punishment in mind for the four of you.” Wicke said.
“What?” Dulse asked.
”You’ll work as servants in Aether Paradise from now on!” The woman revealed.
The Recon Squad felt sick with horror.
And so, the Ultra Recon Squad got stuck scrubbing floors and washing dishes while Wicke and Faba married.
Faba got his position as branch chief back, too.
Happy end!