I want a trubbish so badly imagine having one and keeping it in this
YES the white gold diamond birkin bought just for your trubbish and you take it everywhere you go and feed it only like insane stupid fucked up designer snacks and high end finger foods so much so that it’s both malnourished and diabetic but you love it so much you can’t help it. And you name it like Genevieve or Muhammad Santiori or Tungsten Day Dreams and you sleep with it in your satin and down sheets which get ruined every night by it’s garbage arms spilling from its ripped trash bag body and you put a bow on its ears and give it a platinum black sapphire studded collar with its name engraved on the tags and you never evolve or fight it but you put it in those weird show competitions and always loose no matter how much you bribe the judges. And it, your impidimp, voltorb, scrafty, and Viking meowth are all best friends and you go out on a yacht to celebrate but it gets shot down by a rogue torpedo because you wander into military testing waters and you all die in the middle of the sea and the government covers it up
