(???'s P.O.V.)
Hey! They are having a food fight? In Wal-Mart?
Without me?
No fair... I wanted to get into the fun... But, hey, I guess that's what I get for leaving them for work early.
Oddly enough, I found a gap in the roof of Wal-Mart (for some reason?) and darted in. I landed perfectly on my feet in the center of the fight.
"Guess who's back?" I declared, beaming. Before anyone could say anything, I decided to end this fight, a win for my own team!
Which is just me, by the way.
I used my powers. I caught hold of the winds and commanded them to swirl around. And that is exactly what they did. The raging breezes, clashing and brawling with eachother, caused a massive cyclone, whose power and might was available to control at my fingers. I glanced around. The winds carried the food (and people), swirling them into this one big tornado. With an agile flick of my wrist, I drove all of them into the far wall at the back of the super market. All the food splattered, bathing my victims in various layers of fruit, candy, meat, juices, and relishes.
"I think I win." I looked at them smugly, chest puffed out triumphantly.
One by one, all their eyes flickered open. Their gazes are filled with confusion at first, but that emotion was was swept away in an instant as shock engulfed it.
"Umm..." Hoopa's voice came from the wreckage, shaky and a bit nervous. "Look behind you..."
I did as he said and turned around, curious to see what was so bad that it would make the legendary pokémon anxious. There, in this prissy navy blue dress, stood a tall woman.
"What do you think you're doing?!" she snapped, her voice as cold and crisp as antarctic ice. "You know you'll have to pay for that. Right?"
I noticed a neat shiny nametag pinned on the collar of her navy blue button-up dress. In printed letters it said, 'Susan -- Manager'.
Oh.
Was she kicking me out?
Not that I would care, but... I wanted to look at the new stuff that may catch my interest.
"Out," she said sternly. Her hands were pressed on her hips and her lips were pursed. I didn't reply and I just looked at her, blinking slowly. When I wanted to, I could make myself look bored and uncaring. I wanted this 'Susan' chick to see that I didn't give a darn.
"What are you looking at?" she spat at me.
"I don't know for sure," I said airily, "but I'm pretty certain I'm looking at a pathetic Barbie-Wannabe."
Ohoho, you should've seen the look on her face! I can't even begin explaining the emotional hatred she was flashing towards me in glares of her icy blue eyes. I heard cheering from behind me, my pals rooting my name and saying, "OHHH BUUURRRNN!!" The only one who actually didn't shout was Sans, since he speaks in all lower case; all he said was, "lolololol good one."
"Well, at least I'm not a worthless sack of trash!" Susan retorted coldly after she recovered from my burn. I wasn't stung or taken aback by her insult, but I pretended I was. I made my voice all whiny and dramatic as I said, "Aww, how could you say that to me..? Or anyone..?"
"Because!" Susan's tone rose to a shout. "That's what! You are!"
"Well, hey." I held up my hands in this 'I surrender' type of way. "That's not good for you. Why would you call someone else what you already are? As an insult?"
Susan's jaw dropped open. Before she could force me and everyone else out of Wal-Mart, the roof cracked. Rocks crumbled out to make a hole and a blur of yellow fell through.
"Hey, that was actually fun! Let's do it aga---" Glory was broken off as she saw me. A grin spread across her face, and she heaved herself out of the heap of messy food and gave me the most enthusiastic thumbs-up. Ketchup and ice cream matted her fiery gold hair, but her voice was clear and ecstatic once she greeted me: "Hi, Zephyros!!"

So.. yah this was Zephyros! What do you think? Did I do it right, Evolix?