Doctor Doom headed south, much like his foes did when they themselves faced him. He had not encountered any wild Pokemon since leaving Cerulean. It appeared that Pokemon were starting to recognize him as someone they should run from. That was good; Doom liked it when the things he crushed showed even a tiny amount of intelligence. It made crushing them all the more amusing.
Doom was brought out of his thoughts by a sign that was crudely, not to mention foolishly, placed in front of him. The sign read “Pokemon Daycare ahead for all of your Pokemon raising needs! Great value!” Doom snapped his fingers and the sign exploded. Doom liked making things explode; he made a mental note to do it more often.
Much more often.
After the smoke cleared Doom saw a small house not one hundred feet away from the sign. Doom knew he had no need for such a service, for none could raise a Pokemon as well as Doom could. However, the sign had mentioned that these people expected payment for their services.
Doom wanted the payment for their services.
Doom marched into the small house and was greeted by an elderly man.
“Hello young man! Welcome to the Pokemon Daycare Center. Will you be leaving a Pokemon with us today?” the older gentleman with a cane asked kindly.
Doom almost said no immediately until he thought of an idea out of the blue; it was one of his ideas, therefore the blue and the idea it spawned was of the highest quality. Doom knew that this man could not possibly raise any of his Pokemon better than he did; mostly because he has been assured by his suppliers that the steroids he had used were made with chemicals that no one else had access to. The assurance had been made over a pit of lava, so he took their word for it. That and he was Doom, and thus obviously the best at everything. That being said, if the man proved himself even mildly competent at the task he could enslave him, triple the cost of the daycare, and make a massive profit.
Doom likes massive profit.
Doom had thought to just take their money and be on his way, but Doom had higher standards. It would not satisfy him to have a corporation under his banner that was less than optimal. A bad employee and a tortured employee were both as useless to his bottom line as far as Doom was concerned so at least he should derive some amusement from their screams of suffering.
“Yes, I suppose I will,” Doom answered. Doom looked at his belt and selected the Pokemon he had the least use for. “This is Richards, it has had some modifications done to it to ensure proper behavior at all times. If he gives you any trouble simply stare at him as if you are about to crush his very soul from existence and he will settle down.”
The old man fidgeted on his cane. He was unsure what to make of that. “Like this?” The old man raised his cane and started to wave it above his head above his head while blinking rapidly and bulging his eyes as much as he could. For effect, he screamed “Get off my lawn you lazy no good kids!”
“No,” Doom said with great effort not to channel arcane energy into his voice and incinerate the elderly man where he stood. Doom proceeded to leave the house before he did something that he would find extremely satisfying but contradictory to his goals.
He had bigger fish to fry.
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Ngirl is a toll bridge - Wigs
Gotta pay if you want to come inside! - Ngirl