SpaceMonkeySteve
03-04-2008, 09:16 PM
Well, I've decided to do some writing on the subject of Pokemon. I figure that since I write a lot anyway, I may as well share some of my talent. This story will be written into, say, ten to fifteen parts, and will feature a new Pokemon trainer, Steve, whose first Pokemon has never been seen before. This will chronicle his adventures through the Moidou (MOY-doh) region. Steve lives in a small town named Apleton. Apleton is small enough to not have much distinction, save for single researcher who has taken up residence there. And, there is one local story... about the house up on the top of the hill... the man who lived there, who hated Pokemon...
Steve, naturally, did not hate Pokemon, but, for some reason, had such negative experiences in his childhood and adolescence that he typically avoided them. He was twenty years old, and never even so much as held a Pokeball, a rarity in this age of Pokemon Trainers. On his way to get his Trainer's Card, he had been swarmed by a group of temperamental Hoothoot, and it took him several days to recover from the trauma. Since then, Steve had encountered Pokemon enough times to sufficiently destroy any desire to be around them. It was for this reason he lived in a small town, and on the edge of town, at that.
Actually, the house he lived in was the second largest building in the town, but most people avoided it. Before it was inhabited by Steve the Pokemon Hater, it had been rumored to have been haunted. That was how he had managed to get it so cheaply, no one else wanted it. Steve, who didn't believe in such nonsense, had moved in quickly, and quietly, and hadn't seen so much as a Ghastly since he had been there in the past two years.
But that would change tonight...
Fumbling down into the basement, Steve hobbled around, groping through the inky darkness, searching for the fusebox. A distant rumble of thunder was heard overhead, the storm has flipped the breakers, and Steve didn't have a flashlight handy.
Suddenly, Steve tripped and fell into a dust cloud on the cold, stonework floor. This was actually the first time he had been to the basement, he wasn't familiar with the layout. Cursing mildly under his breath, he clambered up to his feet, and froze. Across from him, was a poorly held together, slatted door. And it was glowing. The pale green light emanated from between the wooden slats, and called out to him. He reached for the door and opened it...
And nearly had a panic attack as the lights clicked back on. Clutching his chest for a moment, he muttered to himself, "Calm down, Steve. This place is NOT haunted. That light was probably just a trick of the lightning and stone floor." But, nonetheless, he searched for the green light's source.
He quickly eliminated the most likely placed to find the light, and was left with only one viable place to search, an old truck covered in cobwebs in the corner of the room. Hefting up the heavy lid with a soft grunt, he let out a small gasp as he peered inside.
Laying neatly on a cushion of moldy velvet, was a Pokeball.
But it was unlike any Pokeball Steve was familiar with. Instead of the traditional red and white color scheme, it was almost entirely black. At first, he suspected that it was a Night Ball, or whatever it was called, the kind that worked better in the night, but he had never heard of Pokeball of any sort being brightly lit around its edge and activation button.
Hesitantly, Steve reached into the box, and grasped the ball. "Well..." he mused to himself. "This thing looks pretty important. I wonder what's inside?" he suddenly felt that slight twinge of longing he had felt so strongly a decade ago. With a casual flick, he tossed the ball onto the ground.
With a brilliant flash of green light, a Pokemon emerged, lifted itself off of the ground, and turned to face Steve. "Ta?" it said tentatively.
"Um, hello." Steve said, slowly and deliberately. "My name is Steve. What's yours?" he said with a smile. Steve was no expert on Pokemon, but he had never seen something like this before. But, he knew now why the place was said to be haunted.
The Pokemon looked almost like an unremarkable roundish lump of a dark colored rock. Out of this lump, four long, pale green crystals jutted up and outwards, Three were situated at the top of the main body, and let off a soft crackling sound, as if they were electrically charged. The forth came straight down out of the bottom, and, by some unseen force, levitated to about Steve's chest level. On the front of sphere was a wicked, but non-hostile, 'face', consisting of two large eyes, and a gaping maw, which likewise poured out green light.
The Pokemon listened to Steve's request, and it's 'face' twisted into what was unmistakably a smile. "Ta? Erk. Zor, Zor! Tarzorerk! Tarzorerk!" he spouted as he bobbed up and down excitedly.
"Tarzorerk? That's your name? How nice to meet you." Steve said rather nervously. He had never heard of such a Pokemon. "Is this your house? I didn't mean to wake you up." he continued.
But Tarzorerk just darted up to Steve, and nuzzled up against him, delivering a moderate shock to Steve's arm. Those crystals were charged, alright! "Ow!" Steve yelled, and, with a crushed look on it's face, the floating Pokemon began to float away. "Wait, don't go!" Steve quickly yelped, "I was only startled, is all. I'm a good guy." he said, holding out his hand.
Hesitantly, Tarzorerk looked at him, it's eyes wide. "Errrrrk?" it inquired.
"That's right, I'm your friend." Steve blurted. "I want to make sure that you are alright." he thought for a moment. "I tell you what, Tarzorerk, tomorrow I'll take you down to Pokemon lab in town. I'm sure Professor Fanti would be able to help us both out."
"Ta! Tatatatata!" the small crystiline Pokemon exclaimed as he zipped around the room happily, before he came to a halt right in front of Steve's face. "Tar." it stated.
Steve laughed, despite himself. "It's okay. I just need you to go back into your Pokeball for the night, okay? Then I'll let you out once I wake up."
Tarzorerk angled upward, displaying a look of wonderment. Suddenly, it righted itself, and exclaimed, "Zorzor!" and hovered over to where it's Pokeball had fallen, tapped the button with it's bottom crystal, and dematerialized back into it's dwelling place.
Steve walked over and stooped down to pick up the Pokeball, and sighed. It looks like he may have a Pokemon, after all. Well, he'd deal with that tomorrow, as well.
-TBC-
And, since this is both writing AND art, I included a sprite of Tarzorerk.
http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p263/spacemonkeysteve/Tazorerk.png
As always, comments are welcome.
Steve, naturally, did not hate Pokemon, but, for some reason, had such negative experiences in his childhood and adolescence that he typically avoided them. He was twenty years old, and never even so much as held a Pokeball, a rarity in this age of Pokemon Trainers. On his way to get his Trainer's Card, he had been swarmed by a group of temperamental Hoothoot, and it took him several days to recover from the trauma. Since then, Steve had encountered Pokemon enough times to sufficiently destroy any desire to be around them. It was for this reason he lived in a small town, and on the edge of town, at that.
Actually, the house he lived in was the second largest building in the town, but most people avoided it. Before it was inhabited by Steve the Pokemon Hater, it had been rumored to have been haunted. That was how he had managed to get it so cheaply, no one else wanted it. Steve, who didn't believe in such nonsense, had moved in quickly, and quietly, and hadn't seen so much as a Ghastly since he had been there in the past two years.
But that would change tonight...
Fumbling down into the basement, Steve hobbled around, groping through the inky darkness, searching for the fusebox. A distant rumble of thunder was heard overhead, the storm has flipped the breakers, and Steve didn't have a flashlight handy.
Suddenly, Steve tripped and fell into a dust cloud on the cold, stonework floor. This was actually the first time he had been to the basement, he wasn't familiar with the layout. Cursing mildly under his breath, he clambered up to his feet, and froze. Across from him, was a poorly held together, slatted door. And it was glowing. The pale green light emanated from between the wooden slats, and called out to him. He reached for the door and opened it...
And nearly had a panic attack as the lights clicked back on. Clutching his chest for a moment, he muttered to himself, "Calm down, Steve. This place is NOT haunted. That light was probably just a trick of the lightning and stone floor." But, nonetheless, he searched for the green light's source.
He quickly eliminated the most likely placed to find the light, and was left with only one viable place to search, an old truck covered in cobwebs in the corner of the room. Hefting up the heavy lid with a soft grunt, he let out a small gasp as he peered inside.
Laying neatly on a cushion of moldy velvet, was a Pokeball.
But it was unlike any Pokeball Steve was familiar with. Instead of the traditional red and white color scheme, it was almost entirely black. At first, he suspected that it was a Night Ball, or whatever it was called, the kind that worked better in the night, but he had never heard of Pokeball of any sort being brightly lit around its edge and activation button.
Hesitantly, Steve reached into the box, and grasped the ball. "Well..." he mused to himself. "This thing looks pretty important. I wonder what's inside?" he suddenly felt that slight twinge of longing he had felt so strongly a decade ago. With a casual flick, he tossed the ball onto the ground.
With a brilliant flash of green light, a Pokemon emerged, lifted itself off of the ground, and turned to face Steve. "Ta?" it said tentatively.
"Um, hello." Steve said, slowly and deliberately. "My name is Steve. What's yours?" he said with a smile. Steve was no expert on Pokemon, but he had never seen something like this before. But, he knew now why the place was said to be haunted.
The Pokemon looked almost like an unremarkable roundish lump of a dark colored rock. Out of this lump, four long, pale green crystals jutted up and outwards, Three were situated at the top of the main body, and let off a soft crackling sound, as if they were electrically charged. The forth came straight down out of the bottom, and, by some unseen force, levitated to about Steve's chest level. On the front of sphere was a wicked, but non-hostile, 'face', consisting of two large eyes, and a gaping maw, which likewise poured out green light.
The Pokemon listened to Steve's request, and it's 'face' twisted into what was unmistakably a smile. "Ta? Erk. Zor, Zor! Tarzorerk! Tarzorerk!" he spouted as he bobbed up and down excitedly.
"Tarzorerk? That's your name? How nice to meet you." Steve said rather nervously. He had never heard of such a Pokemon. "Is this your house? I didn't mean to wake you up." he continued.
But Tarzorerk just darted up to Steve, and nuzzled up against him, delivering a moderate shock to Steve's arm. Those crystals were charged, alright! "Ow!" Steve yelled, and, with a crushed look on it's face, the floating Pokemon began to float away. "Wait, don't go!" Steve quickly yelped, "I was only startled, is all. I'm a good guy." he said, holding out his hand.
Hesitantly, Tarzorerk looked at him, it's eyes wide. "Errrrrk?" it inquired.
"That's right, I'm your friend." Steve blurted. "I want to make sure that you are alright." he thought for a moment. "I tell you what, Tarzorerk, tomorrow I'll take you down to Pokemon lab in town. I'm sure Professor Fanti would be able to help us both out."
"Ta! Tatatatata!" the small crystiline Pokemon exclaimed as he zipped around the room happily, before he came to a halt right in front of Steve's face. "Tar." it stated.
Steve laughed, despite himself. "It's okay. I just need you to go back into your Pokeball for the night, okay? Then I'll let you out once I wake up."
Tarzorerk angled upward, displaying a look of wonderment. Suddenly, it righted itself, and exclaimed, "Zorzor!" and hovered over to where it's Pokeball had fallen, tapped the button with it's bottom crystal, and dematerialized back into it's dwelling place.
Steve walked over and stooped down to pick up the Pokeball, and sighed. It looks like he may have a Pokemon, after all. Well, he'd deal with that tomorrow, as well.
-TBC-
And, since this is both writing AND art, I included a sprite of Tarzorerk.
http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p263/spacemonkeysteve/Tazorerk.png
As always, comments are welcome.