Deep within the bowels of Team Rocket's secret hideout, perched atop a stool in front of his huge drafting table, Meowth closes his eyes and rubs his temples. His plan was simple, elegant, and seemingly foolproof. All of his calculations were correct...checked, rechecked, and triple-checked...yet here he sits, not a Pikachu to be seen, and a migraine headache pounding between his ears.
His plan, however, didn't account for two things...
Meowth opens his eyes to reveal his two bedraggled-looking teammates sitting on the couch opposite him. Her heavy eyelids fluttering and her head lolling...tendrils of black mascara tears dried on her cheeks, her trademark swoosh of a hairdo sticking out in a manner of directions...Jessie looks as if she hasn't slept for days. James, looking not quite so worse for wear, gives Jessie the occasional hateful look.
Meowth: So, let me guess... (points at James) Despite all of the indications to the contrary, the kid isn't swinging the pride flag?
James: On the contrary, he's a total closet case.
Read the story...and see how Jessie's part of the plan went sideways...at the $5 tier level. :D
Original Art by Jopuari
Lineart by Phillipthe2