Misty’s Voodoo Doll

A/N: HeheJ Just to get some of my anger out about that stupid brunette who has tried to STEAL Misty’s spotlight (unsuccessfully, of course.) AKA: May. Yes, am totally against Advancedshipping, and this story will hopefully make all of you Anti AAMayRN people out there smile as you read it. Also, the narrator=Caitie full throttle, so get ready for some bashingJ

Disclaimer: The idea=MINE MINE BAHHH GET YOUR OWN.

The Characters=… Those dangly rich PKMN people who are dangly rich…

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On her bed lay several pins, knives, scissors, rope, and a small doll with brown hair and a red bandana. The doll smiled up at her menacingly as she winced at the sight of the bitch. Misty Waterflower smirked at the doll, which represented that vicious, idiotic, evil and damned brat known as… M-M-May. Like, gag me with a spoon. I said “its” name. It had taken her 2 weeks to sew the M-M-thing doll together.

It was only 2 weeks ago that Ash had called her on the vidphone. And who was standing next to him VERY close, but M-thingy. What I want to know is why he didn’t throw up from being so close to… it. But that’s beside the point. Anyways, Ash called Misty and introduced her to M-thing. That THING even ventured to say, “Why are we calling this girl anyways? I have a contest to get to.” HOW DARE SHE INTERFERE WITH THE LOVE OF THE POKESHIPPING ASH AND MISTY? Sorry.

After that little chat with her new mortal enemy, she went on wewillkillmay.com (note: this is not a real site, and I recommend you not go there because I have a feeling that if that is a site, a REAL site, it will have… issues. I made up the name for your entertainment only) and ordered a voodoo Anti May kit. It did take her two weeks to set up, and finally she was ready.

Misty started off with the old Pin-Up-The-Sensitive-Organs routine. (I imagine I don’t need to explain this one any further.) Then she put a few pins in her eyes, forehead, arms, legs, and…chest. She took a knife and struck it in her heart. At this, Misty laughed as she got the anger out on her little… It doll.

Finally, when the doll had been cut, poked, and stabbed out, Misty still wasn’t content with her “masterpiece”. She smirked and grabbed the rope. She tied a small loop at the end and hung it from her bedpost. She slipped that wretched thing into the loop and let it fall. She smiled as her special project was complete.