wh o is trolley san

very nsfw lemon dont like dont read

“who would have known this...not me........”

“oh rapscallions.” said he. the voice come from our main character named pokkle. he shot an arrow at an animal. it did not hit the animal. rapscallions! he is a failure always. this story takes place post hunter exam and before he got killed in a skull pile by some bugs. he cant hunt animals so he tried bugs instead... ha ha

he is “training”.he is not smart enough to pick up the arrows he keeps shooting at nothing so he runs out of them very fast and the whole yard is arrows and he steps on them with his cankerous feet oow owch.that ones gonna burn in the mornin. so as i said he is out of arrows now. he is not useful enough to make his own so that means it is time for him to set out into the big lots by the bayou. everyone just calls it that because it is very gross and smells bad. there are flies and such

he knows it is a big deal because there are big mosquitos and his hands are not very big haha so he get bit by mosquito or two. this isnt chimera arc so buzz off haha buzz. he is wading through what must be the parking lot now. i am watching him do it dont tell him though. i am in the dollar general which is a better store to pick up debbie cakes at.

he walks through the glass double doors because this week they arent shotgunned out. sometimes he thinks to himself he would like to shoot these doors with arrows to be a part of the fun but he always runs out before he can go there to do his property damage for the day.

he cases the joint. it smells very bad and it is desolate. he is wading through the dollar sunglasses on the floor looking for the notable bow and arrows aisle. since the store is in such a state of disrepair he did not get a shopping cart by the door. yeah. 40 mph

in reality if pokkle had stayed right where he was, he would have been safe. even with those supple, voluptuous, firm throbbing wheels there are only so many feet deep of plastic sunglasses you may trample over like that of a soldiers horse and a foe’s long discarded blade.

pokkle doesnt think of it. theres a lot of weird stuff in hxh but his mind is on one thing today. needs arrows. he is making his way towards the littlest petshops toys because he wants to shoot at them but he starts to hear a noise. a noise he has not yet heard before. its audible to the naked (hhhhng) ear.

first he hears a crash. then a very fast mechanical sound as though it is pistons in an engine. a train whistles its devilish horn. the factory bells sound, the bell tolls once more. clink. clink. clink. what is that?

he peers through a hole in one of the metal shelves. it looks like a shopping cart, moving of its own volition. slowly backing up.. then charging at the shelf with all its might like a battering ram. he aint care he is looking at the littlest pet shops. \

its over before he knows it. maybe that is a good thing. maybe it is not. all he knows is that he dies holding that littlest pet shop in his hand.

the deputy pouts down his cup of joe. he reads the newspaper. another case. in grocery stores everywhere, another trend. another person smashed to death with the only nearby evidence nearby is a trolley. conveniently, all the security tapes during these incidents are just static. some say it may be the supersonic waves being emitted by these forbidden trolleys.

he lights a smoke. oh this? its laced with drugs. he takes a long drag and blows it all over another cops face.

“w ho is trolley san...” he say.

the other cop who will remain nameless and without description tell him he is fired. and he is. all is well