"What is it Alboroto?" Zanguusu asked taking the piece of paper.
"Something very important for Grausam," The bird said while flying away with another message. The Zangoose sherugged and was about to read the letter when the wind swiped it from his claws. He didn't much care for Grausam so he didn't even motion that he would ever go after it or even tell anyone that it even existed.
The day went on as usual for him. He washed some windows for money and went home to the shabby little apartment.
That night he waited for the pokemon to arrive home from their work. When most of them had entered they sat down and began to eat. When dinner was done Zanguusu helped clean up for about two dollars. [which used to be owned by humans when they were alive]
The clock struck midnight. Everyone had arrived but Grausam and his "hunting slave". Zanguusu was trying to make sure that the Pichus wouldn't come out of the walls and steal the food when Grausam came in pulling the poor struggling Zigzagoon by a metal chain. He also had a Vulpix under his arm. It looked like it had fainted. He threw it in a cage and tied his "partner" to the leg of the table and sat down to eat.
"That dumb pokemon can't do anything right!" Grausam screamed before taking a bite of his food, "We were out in those woods all day long and he only spots one mangey vulpix." With that he dropped his fork and smash his plate on the ground about an inch away from the Zigzagoon. Then he stormed upstairs to his room, carrying the two pokemon, which you must remember that the zigzagoon still had a chain around his neck and the vulpix was still in a cage, upstairs with him.