Viol and Vanille's pre battle

“I’m done here!”
Vanille’s voice rung out, breaking the focused silence that the twins’ room had fallen ever since they reached an agreeiment. The soon-to-be seventeen year old stood up proudly holding up a carefuly planned team sheet in the air.
“I think I’m done too,” Viol said with a frown, still laying in his bed and tapping a pencil against his team notes. “Man, I could do SO much better….”
“No OU: The Experience this time. We’re supposed to have fun,” Vanille said, quickly approaching her brother to peek at the team he had made with a suspicious look before that melted into a smile. “Aw, look at that, you’re NOT going to ruin everyone’s night for once!”
“Piss off, I bet you have a bunch of shitmons! At least my half is usable,” Viol snapped, quickly swiping his sister’s sheet and taking a look. He ran his eyes through Vanille’s setup while his sister huffed, crossing her arms. After a moment Viol scratched his chin.
“Well, it’s not complete shit…”
“I can be competent and have FUN at the same time, you know,” Vanille said, slightly hurt as she took back her team set. “Anyway, we are done, right?”
“Yup,” Viol sat, placing down his notes. “No problem, we just gotta go on the PC and get the team once it’s time.”
Viol sighed and frowned, looking apprehensively towards his sheet for moment, palpably nervous. Vanille smirked very slightly and put her hand on top of viol’s head to give her – now considerably shorter than her – brother a hair ruffle. Viol started to fume immediately.
“It’s not the healthy meta team but it’s not that bad, you know. Are you that worried we might lose? It’s just for fun!”
“Knock it off!” Viol  groaned as Vanille retracted her hand before he tried something like biting her fingers off. “It’s not that, I just wanna put on a good show, alright? /tg/’s a………………………….cool guy,” Viol said after a pause. “You don’t act like a scrub to your friends, you should know that.”
“You know, that’s why you don’t grow. You let all that bull get to your head and it weights you down,” Vanille said.
“So you grew because you got so little in YOUR head that it pulls your neck up?” Viol quickly said, causing her sister to pout. Her growth spurt had made her more confident than before but Viol was glad to see he was still the verbal champ.
“Jerk,” Vanille huffed.
“Yeah yeah. And answering your question, there’s no way I’m worried we’re gonna lose. Come on, /tg/ is a cool guy, but it’s /tg/,” Viol said with a grin. “He’s all about dice and stuff, but I bet he doesn’t even know the type chart!”
“That’s kinda mean,” Vanille said, crossing her arms, yet at the same time she had a wondering expression “But I did hear he was kinda…all over the place while team building. I think he’s been trying to visit showdown to learn a bit? Randoms and all.”
“Wait, really?” Viol perked up, eyebrows raised “What the hell! We would have taught him!”
“I guess he wants to win by himself,” Vanille said with a smile and a shrug. “He’s like that! Pretty dramatic, have you seen some of the stories he has to tell? Get a nat 20 when everything’s lost and bam.”
“Yeah yeah, crit matters, I did hear some of that. Wanna check it out? I wanna see if it even works,” Viol stood up with a smirk on his face. Vanille frowned.
“Spying is pretty low, Viol.”
“He’s playing randoms!” Viol said, defensively. “Just to see if he can tell status from stall! Come on, quit being a pussy.”
Without waiting for an answer, Viol swiped his badge-cluttered cap from his pillow and put it on, marching towards the door. Vanille huffed and looked away for a moment, tapping her fingers. And then she quickly ran after Viol, curiosity taking the best out of her.


There was a fairly big cacophony on the lobby as the twins approached, to their confusion. Viol and Vanille exchanged a look, wondering if they’d come to the right place, but the sound effects coming from the huge screen were undoubtedly from one of their games. As they approached they saw /tg/ sitting in front of the computer, a frown of concentration on his forehead and a grin of deep fun on his lips. Around him were gathered /vr/ and a few other passerbies.
“Yeah bro! Now that’s some podracing!”  /vr/ said, pumping one fist in the air.
“The hell is going on here?” Viol said loudly, approaching and trying to see over /tg/’s back. Much to his frustration and rage, he could just barely make it while Vanille simply stood on her toes a little. And then both pairs of eyes widened.
“W-what is going on?!” Vanille gasped
“That Torterra though—“
“That Ariados has Insomnia?!” Viol said, refusing to believe
“Did it just actually save him?” Vanille murmured
“Holy shit, the balk on that darmanitan”
“Fucking Zoroark?!”
“Imposter Ditto vs Arceus!”
“WHY ARE THERE SO MANY FUCKING TRAPMONS?!”

It was madness. It was insanity. It was what by all means should have been a trainwreck but the sheer insanity and chance of /tg/s battling left both twins speechless. Vanille had a strong blush, her entire face ready as a beet while Viol pulled down his hat, trying to avert his eyes.

“…Huh? Oh, hey you two!” /tg/ looked over his shoulder, finally paying attention to the twins. “I didn’t see you there. I was training, this gets pretty crazy. I think I’m doing well though.” /tg/ grinned before noticing how quiet both the twins were. “Hey, is everything okay? You look a little…”
“I-I’m fine, I just…hm.” Vanille sat down, her legs closed tight. “That was a pretty fun battle there!”
“Right? Honestly I just rolled randoms, but I’m pretty good with that stuff. By the time we battle I’ll have the hang of it.”
“…H-hey,” Viol cleared his throat. “Uh, how about a quick match right now? Just for fun, randoms too. Just to make sure you’re learning.”
“Well…Eh, I’m up for anything. Sure, grab a seat.”
Viol quickly exchanged a look with her sister and pulled up a chair, swiftly opening up his account and sending /tg/ a challenge.
The first couple turns were pretty standard. Viol slowly smirked, smugly seeing his strategy in his mind, he had only to make it happen. A couple layers of toxic spikes for starters. And then /tg/ switched and Viol laughed.
“A Swoobat? Tough luck man, guess this wasn’t your lucky draft.”


The silence inside the room was palpable and tense. Vanilla was sitting on her bed, twirling her thumbs, looking at nothing in particular. Viol had his face buried under his pillow in what could only be described as a shame coma.
“….I thought you were pretty smart. It would’ve worked any other time.”
No answer from Viol. Vanille simply started to twirl a bang of her hair around one finger.
“He’s pretty….lucky.”
“That was pretty good,” Viol’s voice came from under his pillow, coarse. “Uh….It was just randoms though.”
“Right.”
“You’re not going to tell anyone.”
“My lips are sealed, brother.”
“….Right.” Viol carefuly sat down, and looked at his sister. “….Thanks.”
“No…No problem.”
There was more silence.
“So, we CAN win, rig—“
“WE ARE DEFINITELY GOING TO WIN. NO WAY WE WON’T. THIS IS OUR TURF.”
“After all,” Viol said after his outburst. “There’s no way the RNG is really on his side.”