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Contents Under Pressure

Sep 12th, 2016
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  1. A short story about a Misdreavus that's gone and gotten herself stuck in a bottle.
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  5. More than embarrassed, Jeanette was mortified. The bottle was one size too small for the Misdreavus to consider herself uncomfortable, and the roaring laughter coming from her Trainer only made the situation worse. She was the prankster here, not him. Sure, she was a ghost, and sure, she could phase through bottles, but this bottle had one of those stupid things on them. Those dumb tags that made solid objects were a pain – it meant some human or killjoy Pokemon had gotten around to using a little of this and a little of that to make sure that other ghost Pokemon could never have fun phasing through whatever they wanted as long as the tag was there. Pokemon Centers and Marts always used them, but Jeanette would try to phase through the outside walls sometimes just the same. Whenever Paul wasn't looking anyway. She'd never hear the end of it if he saw her bump against a solid wall.
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  7. Not that it mattered now, he was never going to let her hear the end of this. She tried to shift around in the bottle and squeal for help, but it didn't get her very far. Probably sounded kind of cute and pathetic to him. She scowled and gazed out at her Trainer as he wiped tears from his eyes and his laughter began to die down. It would have gone so well.
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  9. There she was, ready to jump out of the bottle that she'd used some hocus pocus on to make look like it was full of milk at breakfast like always – he'd pour it out onto his cereal and then flip the bowl, the table, everything over when she exploded out and spooked him. Somehow, after a few months of doing this, he still wasn't over the scare. Better for her, though there were a few times she'd popped out of coffee mugs, shampoo bottles, his backpack, his cupboard, his friend's cupboard, the ceiling – and that one time she jumped out of his thermos. He wasn't very happy that time. The soup was pretty hot. She still felt a little guilty about that one, but watching him jump around was funny.
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  11. This was supposed to be a morning like any other, but she really should have stopped to think twice when she saw him twitch as she carefully hid herself in the bottle. Maybe he was awake she'd thought. She frowned. He slept like a log, he never twitched ever, even if there was a reason to. Like that earthquake. She got into the bottle and before she had even realized it, he'd slapped a tag on the bottle and set her upon the kitchen table to admire his handiwork and laugh. Laugh. And laugh. And laugh.
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  13. With another squeal of struggle, she wriggled in the bottle in an effort to roll it off the table and hopefully shatter it. Nothing. She was out of options now, except for one. With a sniffle and a sob, she looked Paul right in the face and cried.
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  15. His smile faded for a moment. It worked! And then he started laughing again. “Y-your cheeks! You, you should see your cheeks!” he shouted in glee.
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  17. Jeanette dropped the facade. She was going to be in this bottle until he'd laughed those months of sopping wet breakfasts and mild heart attacks away. Fine. He'd get his comeuppance.
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  19. As soon as he let her out of this stupid bottle.
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