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Biscuit Krueger was napping comfortably in her chair, enjoying a rare moment of peace, when a package arrived. It had been sent by Insert, which immediately made her suspicious. The last time they sent her something, it was a book titled "How to Get Taller in 10 Easy Steps"—and the time before that, an actual brick with a note that just said "Think fast."
Still, curiosity won out, and she opened it. Inside was… an egg.
An actual, although weird looking egg.
Her eye twitched. This had Ging written all over it. That damn monkey-loving lunatic must think he's funny.
Without hesitation, she snatched her phone and dialed them up. The moment Insert picked up, she didn't even let him say hello.
Biscuit:"LISTEN HERE, YOU LITTLE SH—"
Insert:"Whoa, whoa! What did I do this time?"
Biscuit:"Don't play dumb! I just got a package, and if you two think you can pull some kind of weird prank on me—"
Gings (in the background):"Hey, is that Bisky? Tell her I say hi and that she needs to drink more milk."
Biscuit:"I WILL END YOU."
Insert:"Okay, first off, hilarious. Second, that egg is a gift. For you. You're welcome."
Biscuit (still fuming):"And what exactly am I supposed to do with a random egg, huh? Fry it? Hatch it? Worship it?!"
Insert:"Preferably option two. It's special. Think of it as a… surprise pet."
Biscuit (suspicious):"It better not be another one of those 'I thought it would be funny' situations. I still haven't forgiven you for the 'mystery box' incident."
Insert:"That was one time! And to be fair, I didn't know a swarm of bees would actually fit inside a shoebox."
Biscuit:"You're an idiot."
Gings (still in the background):"That's what I keep telling him!"
Biscuit (grumbling but intrigued):"Fine. I'll hatch it. But if it turns out to be a tiny version of you, I'm drop-kicking it into the ocean."
She hung up, glaring at the egg. If this thing starts talking or making bad jokes, it's getting launched into orbit.
...
Biscuit had been patient. Well, patient by her standards, which meant she hadn't shattered the egg out of frustration or thrown it at a tree yet. A full week had passed, and while she could feel the bond forming and sense the subtle Nen attached to it, the damn thing still refused to hatch.
And it was bothering her.
So, she did what any reasonable person would do—she called its mother.
The phone rang a few times before the call connected, but instead of the usual background noise, she heard wind—and not the nice, seaside breeze kind, but the gritty, sand-in-your-mouth kind.
Insert (panting):"Yo, Bisky. You, uh… caught me at a bad time."
Biscuit (arms crossed, already annoyed):"You better not be in the middle of another fight."
Gings (faintly in the background):"Technically, it's a puzzle!"
Biscuit:"...What?"
Insert (grumbling):"Gings, shut up. Bisky, listen—"
There was a loud CLANK followed by the unmistakable sound of something heavy and ancient shifting.
Biscuit:"Are you raiding pharaoh's tomb or something like that right now?!"
Insert:"More like borrowing without permission."
Gings:"The guy's been dead for centuries, it's fine."
Biscuit pinched the bridge of her nose, inhaling deeply.
Biscuit:"I don't care what grave robbing nonsense you two are up to—why hasn't my egg hatched?"
Insert:"Oh, that? Yeah, it's normal."
Biscuit:"NORMAL?! It's been a week!"
Insert:"Some take longer! It's a bonding process, not instant noodles!"
Gings:"Wait, she hasn't hatched it yet? Pfft, maybe she's not 'mom material' after all—"
The sheer silence from Biscuit's felt through the phone was enough to silence him.
Biscuit (growling):"You have exactly ten seconds to explain why I shouldn't smash this egg over your head the next time I see you."
Insert:"Relax, Bisky! It just means your Pokémon is special! Stronger ones take longer. Plus, it's reacting to your Nen, so it might be adjusting to that!"
Biscuit (grumbling but slightly appeased):"It better be worth it. And if it turns out to be something stupid—"
Insert:"You'll love it, promise."
Gings (muttering):"Man, I hope it's a pink gorilla ."
Biscuit:"I heard that, Freecss!"
And with that, she hung up, staring at the egg once more.
Tch. It better be worth the wait.
....
Biscuit stared at the small, pink, round creature sitting on her lap, blinking up at her with way too much innocence for its own good.
It had hatched early in the morning, climbing out of its eggshell with a cheerful chirp before promptly snuggling into her arms like she was its mother.
It was… soft. Way too soft.
She poked its round belly. It giggled.
She lifted it by the scruff like a misbehaving kitten. It waved its stubby little arms and smiled at her.
Biscuit scowled.
This thing was useless.
She set it on the table and watched as it waddled after her, stubby legs working overtime to keep up. She walked faster. It walked faster. She stopped. It plopped onto its butt, staring at her expectantly.
Her eye twitched.
"That's it. I'm calling Insert."
She pulled out her phone and dialed, tapping her foot impatiently. The call connected after a few rings.
Insert (cheerfully):"Hey Bisky, miss me already?"
Biscuit (flatly):"The egg hatched."
Insert:"See? Told you it'd be worth it. What'd you get?"
Biscuit eyed the pink menace. It had somehow climbed onto the table and was now trying to lift a rock twice its size with an adorable but completely ineffective amount of effort.
Biscuit:"…I don't know."
Insert:"…What do you mean you don't know?"
Biscuit:"I mean I don't know what the hell this thing is! It's pink, has an egg, round, useless, and keeps following me around like some kind of lost baby!"
There was a beat of silence. Then—
Insert (cracking up):"PFFT—no way. You got a Happiny?!"
Biscuit:"A what now?"
Insert (still laughing):"It's a Pokémon! A Happiny! It's, uh… kind of like a baby nurse. It evolves into a really strong healer later!"
Biscuit (deadpan):"A. Healer."
She slowly turned to look at the Happiny, who had now resorted to trying to punch the rock in frustration. The rock was, of course, completely unharmed.
The Happiny, however, had tears welling up in its big round eyes.
And before Biscuit could react, it threw itself dramatically into her arms, sniffling.
Biscuit twitched.
Biscuit (muttering):"I swear to god, Insert—"
Insert (grinning):"Oh, don't be like that! It suits you!"
Biscuit:"I am a fighter. I break people. I do not babysit weaklings."
Insert:"Well, you do look after weaklings. You trained me, after all, also she like dairy ,sweets ,eggs and fruits."
Biscuit:"…"
She hung up.
The Happiny blinked up at her again, still sniffling.
Biscuit sighed, rubbing her temples.
"…Tch. Fine, you can stay. But if you're useless, you're carrying my bags."
Happiny cheered.
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As for Our two menaces they were still somewhere in the desert
The air was thick with dust and the scent of centuries-old stone. The faint flicker of their torches ( gings wanted torches ) cast long, shifting shadows against the intricate hieroglyphs carved into the walls of the ancient pyramid.
Insert adjusted his grip on the power pole strapped to his back while Ging, ever the explorer, traced his fingers over an old mural, eyes glinting with curiosity.
"You think this one has a death trap behind it?" Insert asked, raising an eyebrow.
"There's only one way to find out," Ging grinned as he pressed his palm against a loose stone. The moment it clicked into place, the floor beneath them shuddered.
Insert tensed. "You just had to, huh?"
The ground caved beneath their feet, sending them down a slick stone chute. They skidded through the darkness, dodging protruding spikes and barely managing to twist their bodies to avoid stone crushers that nearly turned them into history.
They finally landed in a large chamber with a resounding thud.
Insert groaned, rubbing his back. "You know, one time—just once—I'd like to go on an adventure that doesn't try to kill us."
Ging chuckled as he dusted himself off. "Where's the fun in that?"
Their torchlight revealed the chamber's contents—a hoard of ancient relics, murals depicting battles long forgotten, and, of course, what looked suspiciously like a sarcophagus covered in ominous warnings.
"So…" Insert crossed his arms. "Open it?"
Ging grinned. "Obviously."
Just as he moved toward it, Insert's phone buzzed. He glanced down, saw Biscuit's name, and hesitated.
"Who is it?" Ging asked.
"Bisky. Should I?"
"It's your funeral."
With a sigh, Insert answered. "Hey Bisky, what's up?"
Biscuit (angrily): "You gave me a useless cute pink blob!"
Insert blinked. "I told you, it's only useless now. And—wait, cute Biscuit? Looks like she got to you, huh?"
Biscuit: "Yeah, she's cute—but she won't let me sleep!!"
Insert snorted. "That's just parenting for you—even Ging can handle it!"
Biscuit: "Don't you dare compare me to Ging!"
Before Insert could reply, Ging—who had clearly grown impatient—pushed open the sarcophagus. The walls trembled, and from inside the casket, a skeletal figure wrapped in ceremonial armor slowly sat up.
"Uh, Bisky, gonna have to call you back." Insert hung up just as the mummy let out a low, guttural groan.
"Well, you woke it up. Hope you have a plan," Insert muttered.
Ging cracked his knuckles. "Same plan as always. We wing it."
What followed was a week of relentless traps, cursed relics, and near-death experiences. They navigated collapsing bridges, dodged poison darts, and even spent a solid hour locked in a room where the walls literally tried to crush them. Ging called it a "minor inconvenience." Insert called it "bullshit."
They did, however, come out of it with a handful of ancient scrolls, a collection of old coins, and some cursed artifacts that probably weren't going to haunt them for the rest of their lives. Probably.
By the time they emerged back into the sunlight, their clothes were tattered, their bodies covered in bruises, but both of them were grinning ear to ear.
"So, all in all, a pretty good haul," Ging mused, inspecting an ancient pendant.
Insert sighed. "We have different definitions of 'good.'"
His phone buzzed again. Biscuit.
"Oh boy," Insert muttered before picking up. "Yes, Bisky?"
Biscuit: "The pink thing just hugged me after failing to lift a rock again . How long will she keep being this clumsy?!"
Ging leaned in. "Tell her it evolves with love and friendship . She might believe that."
Insert smirked. "Hey Bisky,not that long, on the bright side Happiny evolves into something really strong."
There was a pause. Then—
Biscuit: "…It better."
Click.
Insert pocketed his phone and exhaled. "Well, she's keeping it. That's a win."
Ging chuckled. "See? Everything works out. Now, let's go. We still need to figure out if these artifacts are actually cursed or just flashy."
Insert sighed. "I already know the answer to that, Still for the "Ruins of the Thousand-Year Kingdom." , it was kind small no."
After wrapping up their expedition, Gings and Insert sent their findings—ancient scrolls, photos, and a handful of cursed artifacts—to the Hunter Association. The response was almost immediate. The Association deemed their discoveries significant enough to grant them both one-star hunter promotions. Insert had already secured his promotion a little earlier, but for Gings, atleast he feel it was long overdue.
With their new ranks awaiting them, they decided to head to the Hunter Association headquarters to make it official.
Upon arrival, they were greeted by none other than Biscuit Krueger, who had probably been waiting for them after their little "egg delivery incident," and, to their surprise, Chairman Netero himself.
Biscuit: (glaring) "You two. We need to talk."
Insert: (blinking) "Uh-oh. That's never a good start."
Biscuit: (marching up and bonking Insert on the head) "Do you have any idea what you did to me?!"
Insert: (rubbing his head) "…Sent you a wonderful, loving companion?"
Biscuit: (grinding her teeth) "A 'wonderful, loving companion' that refuses to leave me alone! She follows me everywhere, cries if I disappear for even a second, and has started force-feeding me cookies because she thinks I need to eat more!, and the worst part is that I would feel guilty if I am not doing what she want , ME GUILTY !!!"
Gings: (laughing) "So, Biscuit, how's motherhood treating you?"
Biscuit: "Oh, you shut up! You're just as bad as him"
Netero: (chuckling) "Ah, I see you're adapting well. That's good."
Biscuit: (snapping her head toward him) "Chairman, please, you have no idea what I'm going through!"
Netero: (stroking his beard) "Hmm… actually, I do. Which is why I'd like one too?"
Insert & Gings: (in unison) "…What?"
Netero: (grinning) "I must say, seeing Biscuit's predicament has intrigued me. I wouldn't mind raising one of these little creatures myself."
Insert: (deadpan) "You want to be force-fed cookies?"
Netero: (laughs) "If it's a really good cookie, why not?"
Biscuit: (throws up her hands) "You know what? Fine! Give him one! Let's see how you handle being someone's walking babysitter!"
Gings: "Well, since you asked so nicely…" (grins and pulls out an egg)
Insert: "We always keep a few spares."
Biscuit: (jaw dropping) "YOU HAVE MORE?!"
Netero: (delighted) "Oh ho! Excellent! I shall name it… Hmmm… I'll let fate decide!"
Insert: (smirking) "We'll check back in a week and see if you're still smiling."
Biscuit: (muttering) "you did something to this one, no …"
Just as Biscuit was about to launch into another rant, one of the staff members interrupted, calling them over to finally receive their hunter stars. The two newly promoted One-Star Hunters followed, but not before exchanging a look—one that said they were definitely checking back to see Netero's reaction in a few days.
Ps: pls vote on Netero's pokemon , and no riolu but something annoying.