Bobreeder
04-14-2008, 03:45 PM
Being 14 and Pokemonless is not easy. Especially not in the town of Eterna. But nevertheless, this was the life of Bob. He could never do anything with the other children, as they were only focused on Pokemon battles. Bob had never been able to get one, as the trip to Sandgem was too costly for his poor family. His mother, Carla, died shortly after Bob's birth, but Bob was raised by a very caring father whose Pokemon was a Gabite. It was renowned in the city for being the best Pokemon in the whole of Sinnoh, but after his wife's death, he had not battled with it. He spent all his time caring for Bob, and Bob had gotten his Pokemon education from his father.
One day, Bob had been sent out to get some food for Gabite in the Pokemon Mart. He tried as well as he could to get down to the mart unnoticed, but right when he was going through the door, a group of boys shouted to him. “Hey, aren't you the Pokemonless? Get over here!” Bob did what they said, because he was afraid of the consequences of doing anything else. “Why haven't you got a Pokemon? Everybody's got a Pokemon!” said one of them, clearly the leader. “My parents couldn't afford,” muttered Bob. “You want us to believe that? I think it's because you're afraid of Pokemon!” said the leader. “No, I'm not! I know everything you need to know to be a trainer!” snapped Bob with unexpected courage. “Wellwellwell...If you want us to believe that, show us!” smiled the leader to him, confidently. “What?” Bob started at them, bewildered. Hadn't they understood anything he had said? “Show us! We give you a Pokeball, you come back with a Pokemon!” said the leader in the same way a boss tells the employees that everything will be fixed by lowering their wages. “Are you kidding me?” Bob was shocked by what they had just said. Would they give him a Pokeball to catch his first Pokemon? There had to be a con to all of this. As if reading his mind, the leader said “If you don't have a Pokemon by 10 pm. tomorrow, you will buy us a year supply of potions!” Bob thought about this for a while. He didn't have the money for those potions, but he really wanted that Pokemon, and how hard could it be catching a Pokemon in one day? “Okay, accepted!” The leader smiled at him, gave him the Pokeball, and then all of the boys walked away as if they owned the city.
Bob just stood looking at the Pokeball for a while. The perfect bloodred top which reminded him of a sunset when he was sitting on the roof, and the bone white bottom part, which gave the whole ball a weird egg-feel. Then he remembered what his father had told him. “Darn, I gotta run!”
By the time Bob was home, his father had went to sleep in front of the TV. It was a documentary about the red Gyarados, which would probably be completely captivating if he wasn't in such a hurry to get his first Pokemon. He decided to look through the forest until he found one he liked.
It proved hard to find any Pokemon at all in the forest, as they seemed to be scared away by something. Now and then, he heard a hurt growl from a Pokemon which sounded like it had been ambushed and KOed before it really knew what had struck it. These sounds were quite creepy, and Bob felt very alone when walking around here. He looked into every bush, and he felt movements in all the bushes he went past, but could never make out what it was. He kept looking for hours, but never saw a Pokemon. And even worse: he was lost.
It was night now, and Bob had decided to camp in a small clearing, and he made a fire just the way his father had taught him to, and he tried getting some rest, but just when he was about to sleep, the sounds were closer, and he jumped up. But he never saw anything else than leaves and something faintly yellow. . .
At daybreak, he found out he had actually managed to get some sleep, but he still did not know where he was. He decided to walk in a straight line, because he figured he would get out somewhere, and prayed it was close to Eterna. But the forest seemed to continue for eternity.
(He seems worthy. Poor, sad, but with great potential power. Yes, he is the one. He is the one. He will be my catcher)
After even more hours, Bob decided to sit down. It was raining, but Bob didn't pay this any notice, as he had some slightly bigger problems to deal with. He decided to make a mental list.
1: I am lost
2: I am hungry
3: I am thirsty
4: I haven't got a Pokemon yet
5: I am lost
He felt this was a very nice list to sum up all his problems at the moment. He decided that he would try to fix the problems one at a time, so it wouldn't be that much to do at the same time. He went over to some bushes, examined them, and found some big clusters of berries. This removed the 2nd point on the list, and really the 3rd one too. So, now, if he got a Pokemon, it could help him getting out of the forest. Then 2 more points were done. But what was the last one? He thought about this for a few seconds, before he dismissed the list and went off to catch a Pokemon. He went for the closest patch of bushes.
(He comes in my direction. He must have felt my presence. He is truly worthy.)
When he had gotten through the bushes, Bob was quite bewildered. He had scratches all over him because of some ill-placed thorns in the bushes he had crawled through, and in front of him floats, in mid air, a pink and yellow Pokemon that looks like a strange doll. “(Hello, Bob)” Bob jumped up, looked to both sides, then slowly looked back to the Pokemon. Then he realised. “So you are a Pokemon with telepathic capabilities? That means your a Psychic type,” said Bob in a matter-of-fact voice. “(Yes, indeed, but I am more than that...)” Bob looked closely on the Pokemon that sat completely still in mid air. It seemed familiar. “I am sure I have seen you before somewhere, do you know how I can have done that?” (Oh, he really IS the one!) “(Yes, it must have been in your earlier lifes. My name is Uxie)” Bob, whose brain didn't really register the “in an earlier life” thing, suddenly understood, and he decided he could as well ask. “I have not got a Pokemon yet, and I need one before sunset today. Would you want to join me, as I think I am the only known person to have talked to you,” said Bob, who hadn't been first in the queue when dramatic speaking had been handed out. “(Okay, I accept)” Even before Uxie had answered, he had put his hand in his pocket, and threw the Pokeball when he heard “Okay”. It was shaking on the ground "4...5...6...7...8...nin. no, there it stopped! Uxie is mine!"
What do you think of the story? I should probably have parted it more up into smaller bits, but what else? I know some bits are not necessary, like the mental list, but I have read too much Douglas Adams and Terry Pratchett lately to not have anything that doesn't make sense in there :P I would love any feedback from you, be it bad or good! Just try to keep it constructive so I know what to do!
One day, Bob had been sent out to get some food for Gabite in the Pokemon Mart. He tried as well as he could to get down to the mart unnoticed, but right when he was going through the door, a group of boys shouted to him. “Hey, aren't you the Pokemonless? Get over here!” Bob did what they said, because he was afraid of the consequences of doing anything else. “Why haven't you got a Pokemon? Everybody's got a Pokemon!” said one of them, clearly the leader. “My parents couldn't afford,” muttered Bob. “You want us to believe that? I think it's because you're afraid of Pokemon!” said the leader. “No, I'm not! I know everything you need to know to be a trainer!” snapped Bob with unexpected courage. “Wellwellwell...If you want us to believe that, show us!” smiled the leader to him, confidently. “What?” Bob started at them, bewildered. Hadn't they understood anything he had said? “Show us! We give you a Pokeball, you come back with a Pokemon!” said the leader in the same way a boss tells the employees that everything will be fixed by lowering their wages. “Are you kidding me?” Bob was shocked by what they had just said. Would they give him a Pokeball to catch his first Pokemon? There had to be a con to all of this. As if reading his mind, the leader said “If you don't have a Pokemon by 10 pm. tomorrow, you will buy us a year supply of potions!” Bob thought about this for a while. He didn't have the money for those potions, but he really wanted that Pokemon, and how hard could it be catching a Pokemon in one day? “Okay, accepted!” The leader smiled at him, gave him the Pokeball, and then all of the boys walked away as if they owned the city.
Bob just stood looking at the Pokeball for a while. The perfect bloodred top which reminded him of a sunset when he was sitting on the roof, and the bone white bottom part, which gave the whole ball a weird egg-feel. Then he remembered what his father had told him. “Darn, I gotta run!”
By the time Bob was home, his father had went to sleep in front of the TV. It was a documentary about the red Gyarados, which would probably be completely captivating if he wasn't in such a hurry to get his first Pokemon. He decided to look through the forest until he found one he liked.
It proved hard to find any Pokemon at all in the forest, as they seemed to be scared away by something. Now and then, he heard a hurt growl from a Pokemon which sounded like it had been ambushed and KOed before it really knew what had struck it. These sounds were quite creepy, and Bob felt very alone when walking around here. He looked into every bush, and he felt movements in all the bushes he went past, but could never make out what it was. He kept looking for hours, but never saw a Pokemon. And even worse: he was lost.
It was night now, and Bob had decided to camp in a small clearing, and he made a fire just the way his father had taught him to, and he tried getting some rest, but just when he was about to sleep, the sounds were closer, and he jumped up. But he never saw anything else than leaves and something faintly yellow. . .
At daybreak, he found out he had actually managed to get some sleep, but he still did not know where he was. He decided to walk in a straight line, because he figured he would get out somewhere, and prayed it was close to Eterna. But the forest seemed to continue for eternity.
(He seems worthy. Poor, sad, but with great potential power. Yes, he is the one. He is the one. He will be my catcher)
After even more hours, Bob decided to sit down. It was raining, but Bob didn't pay this any notice, as he had some slightly bigger problems to deal with. He decided to make a mental list.
1: I am lost
2: I am hungry
3: I am thirsty
4: I haven't got a Pokemon yet
5: I am lost
He felt this was a very nice list to sum up all his problems at the moment. He decided that he would try to fix the problems one at a time, so it wouldn't be that much to do at the same time. He went over to some bushes, examined them, and found some big clusters of berries. This removed the 2nd point on the list, and really the 3rd one too. So, now, if he got a Pokemon, it could help him getting out of the forest. Then 2 more points were done. But what was the last one? He thought about this for a few seconds, before he dismissed the list and went off to catch a Pokemon. He went for the closest patch of bushes.
(He comes in my direction. He must have felt my presence. He is truly worthy.)
When he had gotten through the bushes, Bob was quite bewildered. He had scratches all over him because of some ill-placed thorns in the bushes he had crawled through, and in front of him floats, in mid air, a pink and yellow Pokemon that looks like a strange doll. “(Hello, Bob)” Bob jumped up, looked to both sides, then slowly looked back to the Pokemon. Then he realised. “So you are a Pokemon with telepathic capabilities? That means your a Psychic type,” said Bob in a matter-of-fact voice. “(Yes, indeed, but I am more than that...)” Bob looked closely on the Pokemon that sat completely still in mid air. It seemed familiar. “I am sure I have seen you before somewhere, do you know how I can have done that?” (Oh, he really IS the one!) “(Yes, it must have been in your earlier lifes. My name is Uxie)” Bob, whose brain didn't really register the “in an earlier life” thing, suddenly understood, and he decided he could as well ask. “I have not got a Pokemon yet, and I need one before sunset today. Would you want to join me, as I think I am the only known person to have talked to you,” said Bob, who hadn't been first in the queue when dramatic speaking had been handed out. “(Okay, I accept)” Even before Uxie had answered, he had put his hand in his pocket, and threw the Pokeball when he heard “Okay”. It was shaking on the ground "4...5...6...7...8...nin. no, there it stopped! Uxie is mine!"
What do you think of the story? I should probably have parted it more up into smaller bits, but what else? I know some bits are not necessary, like the mental list, but I have read too much Douglas Adams and Terry Pratchett lately to not have anything that doesn't make sense in there :P I would love any feedback from you, be it bad or good! Just try to keep it constructive so I know what to do!