FSE

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Hau smiled as he stepped through the door of the restaurant, feeling the humid air of Alola wash over him as he stepped outside, the 20-year-old’s arms wrapped around a large paper bag full of what he had just purchased.

“Money well spent,” he said with a grin as he dug through the bag, pulling out a confectionery coated in sugar. Without a second thought, he took a big bite out of it and started walking off into Malie City proper. “Right…what did grandpa say the next trial was?”

“Hey did you hear about what happened up at the Observatory?” he heard some passersby say, making him stop in his tracks and glance over, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“No, what did Sophocles do this time?” the other one groaned, shaking his head slightly “Did he attract another giant flock of Magnemite?”

“Heh, no,” the first one said with a small chuckle “Apparently that weird machine he made to attract the Totem went nuts and almost fried a bunch of Pokemon. The Totem stepped in at the last minute to stop it”

“That boy will do anything to avoid going outside I swear” the other guy chuckled “Like, I’m pretty sure his trial would be easier for all involved if he just took the challengers down to where the Totem is”

“I know,” the first one said with a chuckle “Still, the challenger dealt with the Totem in record time!”

“Really? That’s impressive, Togedemaru is pretty damn tough!” the other guy said as they started walking away, moving out of Hau’s hearing range.

“Damn it, he beat me to it again!” Hau groaned, slapping his forehead with his flour and sugar-coated hand, leaving a bit of white print against his darker skin. “That’s the third time he’s done this! How is Elio so damn fast?! I saw him half an hour ago!”

This had been a pattern for the past few weeks for Hau. His new neighbor and friend Elio had started his challenge exactly the same day as Hau himself did and, despite him never having been a trainer before or not really knowing anything about Alola be it geography or who the Trial Captains were, he had been ahead of Hau from the start. The green-haired young man sighed and shook his head.

“No use complaining about it,” he said as he walked through the Johto-inspired streets of the city “Complaining will just slow me down more! I need to get up to that Observatory and catch up with him!”

With a big smile on his face, the young trainer took off toward the back of the town, leaving a small trail of sugar and flour as he ran.

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“WAIT UP!” he shouted as he ran up the road leading out of the city. A few feet ahead of him was a large blue bus, the door slowly closing. He winced as he stepped on a rather sharp rock that became stuck in the soft rubber of his sandals, but he didn’t slow his rush. “I HAVE TO HEAD UP TO THE OBSERVATORY!” he screamed at the top of his lung as the bus’ engines began to roar to life. He smiled a little as he got close, close enough to touch the bus’ blue metal surface, but before he could do anything else, the pipe right in front of him trembled and with a roar from the engine a cloud of foul, acrid smelling smoke flew out and hit the young trainer in the face.

“GAH!” he shouted, wafting his arms in front of his face and coughing, the disgusting smoke entering his mouth as the engine roar began to fade away. “W-Wait!” Hau shouted as he waved away the exhaust, only to see the vehicle puttering away, already a reasonably good distance away from him as it began to worm its way up the curved road of Mount Hokulani, leaving him high and dry.

“Balls!” he shouted, smacking himself on the forehead, sending another plume of sugary dust all around his head. Growling he wafted his hands through it and stepped on “Fine, if I can’t ride, I’ll walk”

“Pfft, yeah good luck with that!” came a rather gruff-sounding voice from his left. Frowning, Hau turned and saw a guy, maybe a year older than him, leaning against one of the many palm trees that lined Route 10.

The guy was wearing a pair of old gym shorts, a bandana wrapped around his hair, and most of his face was covered by a handkerchief. Though what drew the eye was the slightly ill-fitting muscle shirt that seemed to be just a bit too tight on the guy’s muscular body. Hanging loosely off his neck was a large medallion with a stylized silvery white S. Hau frowned and crossed his arms

“If you’re looking for a fight, I’d turn around and leave” Hau said plainly “You're not the the first Skull to pick a fight with me”

“Heh, oh dat I believe” the guy chuckled as he looked at Hau with a strange gleam in his eye, sending shivers through the Islander’s body. “Thouh not sure how it all turned out for ya”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Hau asked, his frown deepening as he looked at the Grunt, who didn’t move from his lazy position leaning against the tree. Looking closer, Hau could see the guy didn’t even have any pokeballs on his belt.

“Well, ya won't beat the other guy, sall I’m saying” the grunt said with a shrug and Hau could swear he was smirking under that bandana.

“What the hell do you-”

“I mean, tha other guy just walked throug the other chumps like they weret even there” the grunt continued smoothly, like Hau had never uttered a single word. “But you? Heh, nah yove got no chance at all”

“What do you mean by that?” Hau hissed, his frown shifting into a hate-fueled glare, his hands turning into clenched fists

“Oh pleaze. Ya think we aint heard of ya?” the grunt said with a chuckle “The grandson of that old useless fart of a Kahuha who’s getting his tanned ass kicked by a newbie to the islands? I think every Skull in Alola knows your sorry ass!”

“S-Shut up!” Hau growled, his face glowing red

“What, don’ like hearing the truth?” he said, lifting an eyebrow “I mean, shit I’be heard from the guys over on the other island, how ya couldn’t beat him till that Kanto kid showed up and saved your hide”

“No he didn’t!” Hau shouted, wincing a little as his nails began to dig into his palms due to how tightly his fists were clenched.

“Oh yea? Ya willing to back tha up? Or are ya just gonna yap on without proofing nothing?”

“Screw you” Hau hissed, grabbing the strap of his backpack and turning to face the road asphalt road leading up to the observatory. Without giving the grunt another glance, he started marching up the road, a look of anger clear in his face with every step he took. The grunt meanwhile simply waited calmly by the tree as the Island Challenger stomped up the road and out of sight.

“Heh, fucking dumbass” he chuckled as he finally stood up straight, watching as Hau dissapeared behind the first turn of the road. “Insecure asshats wid too much to prove are so fucking easy to rile up” he muttered as he pulled out an old cell-phone from his pocket. It was a beat up old chunk of plastic that was most likely just as old as he was, but it worked and that’s all that mattered. “No one joins the Skulls for the gud pay…” he muttered as he typed in the number on the rather spongey buttons.

A dull tone rang out as he put the thing to his hear, being replaced a second later with a slow, rather dull sounding voice.

“Yo, what’z up?”

“Yo” the grunt greeted back, smiling under his handkerchief “Ya got another dumb challenger on the way up. Dumbass missed the bus and took like two seconds to rile up”

“Heh, perfect!” came the response from the other end of the line “Want us ta jump him?”

“Hell yeah.” the grunt said with a big grin “Ya do have the Pokemon I gave for it?”

“Course I do, bro!” the other voice said, sounding as indignant as possible “I’m not that dumb”

“Perfect” the grunt smirked as he looked up the now empty road “He should be up there in a few, so get ready to do it quick”

“Heh, sounds gud bro! Dumbass will never know what hit him!” came the response before the line went dead. The grunt just kept the smirk on his face pocketing the phone and getting back into position laying against the tree, ready to antagonize the next guy to miss the bus.

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Hau grumbled as he climbed up the road, sweat pouring down his face as the sun beat down on him.

“Stupid Skull grunt…” he mumbled as he stomped upwards, the dirt road turning into asphalt under his feet. The greenery of the hillside disappeared, replaced by reddish-brown stones and the occasional tuft of yellow grass poking in between the stones. There was still no trace of the bus coming back down, so he kept on walking. He shook his head and kept going up.

“Why is there only one bus…” he mumbled, wiping sweat off his brow.

“Cauze most trainers aren’t morons who miz it!” came a shout from the side of the road. Stopping in his tracks, Hau turned to look for the source of the voice, his hand going into his pocket and pulling out a Pokeball.

“Who said that?” Hau shouted, squinting his eyes and walking closer to the side of the road. The paved road beneath his sandals changed to gravely stone as he stepped off the road properly and stepped over the barrier. Spreading out in front of him was an expanse of tall, rather jagged rocks that made up most of Mount Hokulani. “Who’s there!?

“Fuk, no need to shout!” came the voice again, this time much closer. Looking around, Hau saw a familiar looking figure sitting on one of the larger stones, a pair of pokeballs in hand

“What the…. How did you get up so quick!?” Hau shouted, holding up his own pokeball and glaring “Why are you following me?!”

“Folloin you? Bro, I only just met your stupid ass” the grunt said with a scoff “Ya can’t tell one Grunt from another? An ya call us stupid”

“Well, you all wear the exact same clothes and cover your faces!” Hau said, gripping the pokeball tightly “It’s no wonder you all look the same!”

“Fuk, your dumb as rocks!” another, similar sounding voice said to Hau’s right. Eyes wide, he turned to see where it came from, to see another Grunt walk out from behind another large boulder, pokeball in hand and ready to battle if it came down to it. “There’s loads moar to our look than just bandanas and shirts!”

“Ya really expect some dumbass trial fucker to understand dat?” a third voice said. Hau gulped and looked over, seeing that a third grunt had come out of hiding

“Yeah fair point bro” the first one said as he hopped off the rock and walked closer to Hau. The green haired trainer frowned as he slightly loosened his grip on the pokeball. Even if Skulls weren’t that much of a threat, cornered in a place like this against three of them there wasn’t that much he could really do.

“Alright, what do you want?” the trainer asked, putting his pokeball back in his pocket.

“Heh, guez ya do have somethin between those ears” the first grunt said, seeing Hau pocket his ball. “Righ, well. We just wanna ask ya sumethin”

“Well, then ask” Hau said

“Right” the second one said with a chuckle “Our boss told us ta look out for trainers from Mellee Island….or sumethin like that…”

“Melemele, ya dumbass” the third grunt said with a roll of his eyes “So, are ya from there?”

“Wait, don’t you know who I am?” Hau asked, frowning “The guy at the bottom of the hill did”

“Yeah well, he’s a fucking smartass” the first grunt said “Look just answer the question”

“Ok…yeah I’m from Melemele Island…” Hau asked, blinking in confusion “Why do you-”

“Hey were askin the questions here!” the second grunt shouted “Keep ya trap shut till we ask!”

“Alright alright” Hau said, putting his hands up

“Righ, well we know yur doin that stupid challange….” the first grunt muttered “So, did ya get you're mons from that old fart Hala?”

Hau bristled at the term they used for his grandfather, but he nodded. Pissing them off won’t help right now… he thought

“Gud” the third grunt said with a nod as the three started walking around him in a circle. The green haired trainer gulped as he saw that, as they started moving closer to him.

“Right one last question” one of them said, thanks to them walking around he couldn’t tell which one anymore “Didya visit that big ugly chunk o’ plastic that’s floating in the sea couple of days ago?”

“Chunk of…. Do you mean Aether Paradise?” Hau asked

“Yeah that’s the place! So, did ya go?”

“Um… Yeah” Hau said with a nod “I was in Aether Paradise a few days ago…”

“Perfect!” all three grunts said and stopped walking, two of them standing in front of Hau, hands in their pockets and pokeballs nowhere to be seen.

“Right….” Hau said slowly, looking at the two grunts “So… what was that for?”

“Oh no reeson. Our boss just wantd us to ask those questions to any passing guy” the grunt on the left said

“Thanks for answering em” the one on the right said. Before he could answer, he felt something hard hit him in the back of the head.

“GAH!” he exclaimed as he fell to the floor, everything in his vision going blurry as he saw the third grunt, a rock in hand.

“Night nigh dumbass” the grunt said as he threw the rock over his shoulder “Talk to ya ral soon!”

Hau wanted to say something, but before he could, everything went black.

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Hau groaned as he opened his eyes, his entire head feeling like it was coated in cotton. The world around him was blurry and out of focus, but slowly improving. He groaned and tried to move, but he couldn’t. Not only did his limbs feel like they weighed a ton each, there was a strange pressure on his wrists and his ankles. Still, his body was moving, he just wasn’t doing it himself.

“Gud job ya frickin dumbass” he heard someone hiss “Ya probly broke him”

“Oh would ya relax?” another voice hissed back “I’ve got de things we need to patch him up right and quik”

“Yu sure that shit works?”

“Course it works! I’ve used it before ya frickin moron” the first voice hissed back

“Well lest that’s something” the second voice hissed

“Everythin else is ready?”

“Course. Got the mon and everythin” the second voice hissed again “Right where here”

Hau grunted as he suddenly felt something very cold against his back, sending shivers down his spine. Before he could do more than that, a pair of hands grabbed his head and kept him still. He then felt something cold hit the back of his head and a sharp feeling running through his whole body.

His vision returned to normal as the weird cold washed over his entire head. He groaned and blinked, looking up to see where exactly he was and whose voices he’d heard.

“Well, Im impressed,” one of the voices said, a Skull. Hau frowned and tried to move his arms or legs again, again finding that he could not

“Told yah it was gud shit” the other voice said, again belonging to a Skull.

Groaning a little, Hau lifted his head and looked around. Standing over him were two Skulls, staring at him, their eyes shimmering with what Hau thought was glee. Giving the two a scowl, he looked around to see exactly where he was. He was in what looked like a typical suburban neighborhood, but totally wrecked and vandalized. Every single house was caked in graffiti and the windows shattered and boarded up. The few cars around them were smashed and tagged, the tires all slashed or flat-out removed.

“W-Where….” Hau mumbled, wincing a little as another wave of cold washed over his head from the spot he had been sprayed

“Po Town, ya fukin idiot” the grunt closest to him said, throwing an empty bottle to the floor. It shattered into a million pieces, and the stench of alcohol filled the space thereafter. “Geez I didnt tink you was this dumb. Youl fit right in, amigo.”

“‘Fit right in’? What the hell are you talking about?!” Hau yelled, indignant, “Let me go!” The trainer struggled to move, but he couldn’t get away from them. His hands and feet wouldn’t move. He looked down and saw a thick, hard rope tied around his ankles, and he could feel one around his wrists as well. Hau was completely immobilized and at the mercy of his captors.

“Oh wow, dat’s one so obvious even I ain’ walkin into it”

“You’ll be sorry once my grandfather hears about this!” Hau shouted, trying to get up

“Playin’ da rich boy card, eh? Didn’t tak ya for ona those,” the grunt spat, “Ya grandpo ain gon do notin once we don withca.”

“Arcues who taught you people to speak?” Hau groaned, “You make less sense than a Rotom on a short circuit.”

“Why you littl!” one of the grunts punched him in the gut, causing Hau to gasp in pain. The youth winced, barely able to stay conscious as they dragged him towards the mansion at the end of the lane.

“Bro, chill” the other grunt said, grabbing the guy’s arm “Member what the boss said. He don’t want the guy hurt.”

“Yea yeah, gots ta keep the merchandise fresh, I spose.” the grunt admitted, “But wats a fu bruises, righ?”

“Merchandise?” the other grunt raised a brow, “when dya learn a big word like dat?”

“Some movi wit a green alien talkin bout shorts.” he shrugged, “point is, wats the wors that can happen putin’ som marks on im?”

“Heh, makes im fit in moar, that’s for sure!” the other grunt chuckled as they reached the mansion and threw the doors open, dragging Hau inside.

The green haired young man groaned and tried to break free again, but he had no luck as he was dragged through the dilapidated and trashed entryway and towards one of the many side-rooms. The main foyer branched into two adjoining parlors. He was brought to the one on the right. The windows were boarded up, and the light fixture was just an incandescent bulb hanging from a wire. They threw him inside and closed the door behind them.

“Righ, ya got the mon?” one of them asked the other. At this point, they might as well be clones to Hau, they were so damn similar as he sat up and glared at them.

“Course I got the mon, ya dumbass” the other grunt said as he pulled out a pokeball from his pocket “Ain’t mah first time doin this. I did it to ya, didn’t I?”

“Oh yea…..fuk I forgot….” the first grunt said with a dumb chuckle as the first threw the ball to the ground. In a flash of light, a small pink pokemon was standing there, staring at Hau’s eyes.

“Sloooooow?” the psychic type chirped

“....seriously?” Hau asked, looking between the pokemon and its trainer, “A Slowpoke? That’s your plan? You couldn’t have gotten a, oh I don’t know, a Mismagius? A Gengar? A Xatu? A Mimikyu? Anything else? Hell a Wigglytuff would be better than a Slowpoke!”

“...can Wigglytuff learn the move?” one of the grunts asked, only to get a smack in the back of the head

“No ya moron! He has no clue what wer doin! He’s bluffin’.”

“Oh…”

Hau groaned as he tried to move again, but he couldn’t break the ropes they had wrapped around his ankles and wrists. He was stuck.

“Look, we’re wastin time! Slowpoke, get closer to im” the grunt ordered.

“Slooooow!” the pokemon said, slowly moving towards Hau at the glacial speed expected for a Slowpoke.

“So, what’s your plan here?” Hau asked as he tried to wiggle free again “Have him annoy me until you get bored?”

“Pluase” the grunt said with a chuckle “What, ya think we’re that dumb? No tough guy. Ya are gonna join Team Skull!”

“Wait, this is your idea of a recruitment drive?!” Hau asked with an incredulous look on his face

“Think boss called it that once….” the other grunt said, only to get another smack

“Shut up ya dumbass” the first grunt said, turning back to Hau “What, ya think every single moron dat joined up quit on theyr own?”

“Wait, what are you-”

“Most of em are dumbasses like ya, who pissed off ol’ Guzma nough for him to want him to get the issue solved. An what better solution than turning an annoying Island Challange wannabe into a dumbass obedient grunt?”

“W-Wait, you don-”

“Slowpoke, Hypnosis!” the grunt shouted.

“Sloooooooooooooow!” the pokemon sang as pink energy flowed out of it’s eyes and into Hau. The green-haired trainer tried to close his eyes, but the energy penetrated clean through his eyelids and went straight into his brain. He groaned as his thoughts began to slow down, the Slowpoke’s singing drowning out every other noise around him as more and more psychic energy flowed into him. His eyes grew heavy, and his breathing slowed. The young trainer stopped struggling, not having enough energy to continue, all the while Slowpoke kept drilling its lazy power into his mind.

After a minute, his thoughts had slowed to a complete stop. He was blankly staring ahead, his head empty of all thoughts, of all actions. Slowpoke stopped using Hypnosis and moved back a bit, but Hau kept staring at the spot were it was standing, unable to think of moving a muscle. The grunts waved their hands in front of the trainer’s eyes, confirming he was completely out of it.

“Aight, cut da ropes. That’s the next step.” one of them whispered to the other. He quietly took out a pocket knife and cut the ropes that bound his arms and legs together. The rope fell to the floor, and his arms flopped down beside him, completely lifeless.

“Damn, dude iz totally out of it!” the grunt chuckled as he put away the pocket knife and pulled out a small case with two wireless earbuds “Theze go in next, righ?”

The other grunt nodded as he returned Slowpoke to it’s ball

“Gotcha!” the grunt said with a smirk as he slipped them into Hau’s ears, making sure they were nice and snug inside so they wouldn’t slip out. He pulled out his phone and dialed, “Yo! Plumeria! Got da goods ready. Get da program goin.”

“Ugh, you’re so lazy.” she spat on the other end of the line, “Alright, it’s playing now. Should be done in a few minutes. And, some advice you two. Try not to fuck the kid until after the hypnosis is done, m’kay?” With that, the line went dead before they could retort.

“Pfft, whadda we look like? Animals?”

“She has no trust in us. Don know why de boss keeps her round, with that attitude o’ hers” the other Grunt said as he stepped back and let the earbuds do the work.

You are a Team Skull Grunt played the audio in Hau’s ears, penetrating like a sword through his frozen thoughts You have always been a Team Skull grunt. You were something before, but that person no longer matters. You are a Grunt. You have no name, Grunts are too dumb to have names. You are a Grunt

“W-Wha….” Hau mumbled, his eyes going hazy as the words assaulted his almost frozen brain brain “N-No…N-Name is…”

Grunt. You are Grunt

“G-Grunt…?” the young man repeated, the word coming into his mouth directly from the earbuds

Grunt. That is what you are. That is all you have ever been. A Grunt

“A…A Grunt….” he repeated as the words wormed their way through his brain matter and cemented itself “All….I’ve ever been….”

All that matters is Team Skull. All that matters is doing as your boss says to do. All that matters is doing what makes you feel good. Being dumb feels good, being smart feels bad

“Being dumb….feels good….being smart feels bad….” the newly minted Grunt repeated, a stupid smile forming on his lips as the words kept repeating themselves in his head, worming their way deeper and deeper into it. The intelligence behind his eyes began to dim. Not that he needed that intelligence. He shifted and moaned a little as his member hardened inside of his shorts, starting to tent.

Grunts don’t think for themselves. Grunts do what their bosses say

“G-Grunts don thinks for themselves….” he mumbled, blinking as his eyes became permanently unfocused and the light of intellect fully was leeched out of them. “Grunts do what Boss sais…”

Obeying the boss feels good. Feeling good makes you more obedient.

“O-Obeying boss feelz gud….” the former Island Challenger moaned, his erection growing harder and harder as the words seeped into his brain. The tent in his shorts began to strain as more arousal coursed through his mostly empty brain “Feelin gud makes me more bedient…..”

You only care about serving Team Skull. Team Skull is all that matters

“Tem Skull iz all that matters……” he mumbled with a moan and a low, stupid-sounding chuckle as his dick twitched with need inside its prison.

He sat there for hours after that, the words looping themselves over and over and over, molding and squeezing his brain to make sure that all that remained inside was what Team Skull wanted inside. Memories of his grandpa, of attending the nearby school when he was a kid, dreams of becoming the new Kahuna, of completing the island challenge. All of those were slowly worn down by the constant never-ending repetition of ‘being dumb feels good, feeling good makes you more obedient’. Any trace of Hau was wiped out from the new Grunt’s brain, and all that was missing was the final command.

Cum

The Grunt’s eyes went wide as he moaned and finally came, his rock-hard dick blasting out cum like a hose. The yellow shorts he was wearing tired to absorb the sudden barrage, but they couldn’t. A squirt blasted its way through, all the while the Grunt just sat there, giggling like an idiot as the earbuds finally fell out of his ears, no longer needed.

“Holy fuk tha was gyud!” he moaned as he slowly stood up, stumbling a bit as he looked at the other two grunts in the room, who were just staring at him.

“Shit……fuker was pent up….” the one further back muttered, only to a smack on the arm from his companion. Said companion walked closer to the green-haired one.

“Wha’s yur name?” he asked

“Grunt!” the green-haired one said with no hesitation and a stupid smile as his cum-coated shorts dripped some of the remains onto the floor “Im a Team Skull Grunt! Why are ya azkin such a dumb question?”

“Heh, just chekin sumethin’ for the boss” the other grunt said “And grunts do-”

“What de boss saiz!” the new one finished, biting his lip to stop himself from moaning “Righ, ask way!”

“Wats the most important thing eveh?”

“Team Skull and de bosz!” the Grunt that used to be Hau said with a stupid grin, his eyes wide and slightly unfocused showing the lack of intellect behind them.

“What bout stuff before Team Skull?”

“What stuff?” he answered, crossing his arms “Shit like that doznt matter. Team Skull is all that matterz!”

“Heh well fukin said!” his fellow grunts cheered and gave him a slap on the back “Now, lets git ya out of that shit and into sumethin a bit cooler”

“Huh?” he muttered, looking down at himself “Why am I waerin this crap?”

“I dunno, ya dumbass. Maybe ya lost you're clothes and swiped theze from some idiot challenger!”

“Pfft! Yeah, problably!” the green haired grunt said with a smile as he grabbed the hem of the shirt and ripped it off, not caring about it at all “Still, don’t need it anymore!”

“Not gonna those either” one of the other grunts said as he grabbed the shorts and, using a pocket knife, cut them off, along with any underwear that was underneath.

“Heh, thankz!” he said as he felt his nude body be free for all to see. Not that he really cared, his brain was too empty to even understand what shame was, much less have it. If he could he’d happily walk around naked.

Though one of the other grunts threw a bundle of clothes at him.

“Bosz ain’t interested in seein’ yourr pecker without askin” the other grunt chuckled. The green haired one chuckled too as he quickly slipped on the clothes that almost every Grunt wore. Basketball shorts, cheap white sneakers, a sleeveless muscle-shirt that was just a bit too big, the big Skull medallion, bandana, and handkerchief around the mouth.

“There ya go!” the other grunt said, giving the green haired one a smack in the back “Now ya luk like a grunt!”

“But I am a grunt….so don I alwayz look like me?” the new green hair asked

“...I dunno” the other said with a shrug as they grabbed their new compatriot and led him through the slightly dilapidated halls of the Shady House. All round them, more Grunts, dressed identically to them, walked around. Some just talking, some getting in arguments, and others getting into fistfights. Despite how chaotic it was, the new Grunt didn’t see anything weird or wrong about this. To him, this was perfectly normal and had always been normal.

They headed to Guzma’s room, where their boss was sitting on his large chair, fiddling around with his phone.

“Yo boss!” the one in front said, stepping closer “We did whatcha asked for! We got rid of that annoyin Island challenger fir ya!” he pointed at the grunt that used to be Hau, who just stood there, tilting his head in confusion at what the other Grunt was saying.

Guzma just looked up from his phone and frowned. “Is this some kinda stupid joke or something?”

“Heh? W-Whatcha mean boss?” the first grunt asked

“First, that moron right there could be any of you complete dumbasses!” Guzma said, standing up and walking closer to them. “Second, this is the fucking guy I wanted you to get rid off!” he shoved his phone in the face of the grunts.

The green haired one looked over and frowned. Something about the black haired, pale 18-year-old on the screen looked kinda familiar. But whatever that sensation was, evaporate when he head a loud THWACK ring across the room as Guzma smacked the grunt in the front on the head.

“Fucking dumbass… You two!” he pointed at the two who’d stayed closer to the entrance “Fuck off, I need some time with this moron on my own. Got it?”

“Yes boss!” both of them said with a nod and turned around to leave the room instantly. As soon as they were outside, the green haired one let out a sigh and looked at his fellow grunt

“Fuk, what he do to piss off the bosz so much?” he asked

“Fuk if I know” the other one responded with a shrug “Not our problem though!”

“Heh, fuk yeah. Ain’t our problem that dumbass is getting chewed out!” the grunt that used to be Hau laughed. He gave his fellow Skull a grin “Wanna go and gave som fun?”

“Oh fuk yeah!” the other grunt said as wrapped his arm around the green-hair. The two of them laughed and headed off to the Shady House’s dormitories, ready to have fun the way only stupid grunts knew how.

And that’s all the green-haired young man was now. A stupid grunt.