The broken sea of white.

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A lone Trapinch stood at the top of a hill with nothing beside him but a blank canvas, and some pecha berry juice. He shifted his paintbrush between his teeth, trying to decide what it was he would draw. He could draw the wonderful view of the town that he had from up above on the hill, he could paint the lone tree that he was using to shade himself from the harsh summer sun, or even something as simple as the grass blowing in the breeze. "This is impossible!" Duster exclaimed angrily, to nobody in particular, "If I can't even decide what to draw, how am I supposed to be an artist?!". He clenched his jaw tighter,  growing ever more frustrated with the situation. Eventually, he clenched so hard, that one of his teeth chipped against the metal paintbrush, and caused an excruciating amount of pain to jolt throughout his entire body. He let out one more final yell before lying on the floor, defeated.

"It was nice meeting you too!" Kira said genuinely after such a compliment of calling her courageous. Huh, nice fellow, hope we get to meet again some day... she thought as she waved goodbye and darted into the town with her quick attack. The rude little riolu weaved behind and in front of people as she arrived at her auction house, where she quickly got a glass case with a bit of a filthy red cushion since she didn't have anything else and set her Mask on display. She hoped that the Trapinch would get famous, not only for the pokemon's enjoyment but her own as tales of her mask was spread and pokemon came from all over to see it.