Helooooooo everybody! It's Serebii's best fanfiction author back once more! WIth my return to fanfiction, I am also going to finish up a fic I started back in the summer and finishing it up by the end of Winter Break. This fic was inspired by Billy5772 and Tale (the last part). Its a three part story, about a (you guessed it!) very special pokemon...
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PART I- Origins
“Reddiole! Come here quickly! Our child is about to be born!” a female grass pokemon squealed in delight.
She was a Sceptile, a wood gecko pokemon standing seven feet tall with features similar to that of an animal and that of a plant. They had piercing yellow eyes and a large mouth with a scarlet lower jaw along with a mass of golden bulbs on their back. Their arms were small with two leave like extensions protruding from their fists while their legs were bulky and powerful, very useful for jumping. A large fern plant extended from their bottom and acted as a tail. With the power of both fauna and flora, they proved to be formidable opponents.
Her name was Lewyzeena, or Liza for short. Along with her husband and many other Sceptile, she lived in a rainforest in the land of South America. Their tribe consisted of over fifty pokemon, but they were forced into a tiny area less than five acres wide! Another group of murderous plant pokemon known as Meganium had won most of land through many battles. Even though Liza had lived most of her days in fear of the Meganium, none of it mattered anymore because her first child was about come into the world.
Female Sceptile gave birth to their children who were basically smaller versions of the adults. Unlike their parents, they only stood a foot tall and had skinny arms and legs with a dark green tail, and their bellies were blood red. They were known as “Treecko.” The female would lay an egg every four years after sexual maturity, and the male would fertilize the soil in which the egg was buried in. The egg would then sprout a thick vine ending in a large golden flower about the size of a beach ball that had yet to bloom. Today, the golden flower which contained Reddiole and Liza’s first child was about to open its vast petals and reveal the tiny Treecko inside.
“Am I late?” Reddiole asked, huffing and puffing as he ran into the garden by the edge of the Amazon River where his wife and future child waited for him.
“No! You’re just in time; the petals are about to open!” Liza exclaimed, wrapping her thin arms around her husband’s large chest.
Reddiole returned his wife’s hug, and they stood watching the petals of the golden flower with their arms wrapped around each other. Reddiole was a top ranking warrior in the tribe, famous for leading the battle that won most of the little land they possessed. He had hoped that the flower would reveal a son who would follow in his footsteps as a great battler and hopefully a real ladies man.
At last, the golden petals slowly began to release themselves from their locked position and a strange white smoke seeped out of the small cracks. Liza and Reddiole’s arms slowly slipped off of each other’s shoulders and crawled up to their mouths as more of the hazy white smoke crept out of the resting place of their baby.
“What the Houndoom is going on…” Liza muttered as her eyes bulged out of their sockets, glaring down at the sallow smoke which began to cover the forest floor around them.
“I think a small fire pokemon may have crawled into the egg and roasted our little child Liza,” Reddiole replied fearfully as he eyed the golden flower, which was blinded by a cloud of white smoke that seemed to hover around an object.
“MY BABY!” Liza cried as she leaped into the cloud of the white smoke with one hand on her nostrils and another hand groping around for her baby.
“Liza! No!” Reddiole yelled as he followed Liza into the smoke, desperate to pull her out.
The mother Sceptile closed her senses tightly, relying only on her hearing as she listened for a bawling Treecko and ignoring the protests and pulls of her husband. She began to hear the placid gurgles and moans of an infant in her eardrums and immediately shot her free arm forward, feeling a rather scratchy and rough belly of a Treecko.
“I got him Reddiole!” Liza shouted out jubilantly, accidentally removing her left arm from her nose.
“He’s alive!” Reddiole agreed, also removing his arm from his nose.
Immediately, the mysterious white smoke crawled up their nostrils giving the two Sceptile sensations they had never experienced before. The wise man in their brains commanded them to release their heads from the cloud as fast they could, but the little Bobby Brown in their brains begged them to continue inhaling the mysterious gas. Unfortunately, they had decided to follow the Bobby Brown…
Reddiole gagged and coughed as more of the smoke crawled into his nostrils and down his throat. He felt as if someone was strangling him while he breathed as much air as he could as fast as he could. Although the feeling was horrible, it was wonderful at the same time! Liza didn’t react as badly to the smoke as her husband did; she inhaled as much of the smoke as she could with her eyes completely blank, forgetting about the child in her hand. At last, the wise man overcame Bobby Brown in an East Side shootout, and the two Sceptile managed to leap out of the dangerous smog.
Liza held her baby up to her face and finally saw her child for the first time. He looked very different compared to the other Treecko. Unlike the other babies, his skin was extremely dark green, even in his what-should-be ruby stomach. It also felt rough and looked like it was made of leaves. Perhaps the most prominent and frightening sight of all was the little Treecko’s bright red eyes.
“AH! Our baby is a demon child Reddiole!” Liza exclaimed as she stared at her husband in fear. Her head pounded like mad, and her brain was devoid of any sense of concentration. Even as she stared at the male Sceptile, his face seemed to spin around or get sucked into an invisible black hole.
Reddiole ignored the cries of his wife and instead focused on how fascinating her ears were looking. Every trivial detail of the forest seemed to come alive and begged to be focused at. The majestic trees whose tops blinded the sun from sight suddenly grew gaping holes in the center of their trunks and began doing something of the utmost macabre and sang Whitney Houston songs!
“And Iiiiii-eeeI-eeeI will always love youuuu and Iiii love you! Oh sweet coke ee oke ee oke, what would I do without sniffin youuuuu…”
Reddiole giggled like a school girl at the tree’s horrendous yet somehow beautiful singing. He looked down at the soft rainforest soil beneath him and witnessed the different flowers and plants slowly crawl out and begin to animate into little disney cartoon characters. They joined hands err leaves and began to kick up their roots in a crazy Irish River Dance. The deranged Sceptile squealed like a baby in excitement and began to clap madly in rhythm to the singing and dancing.
“Reddiole what’s going—ooooh!” Liza was suddenly surrounded by five bright pink Butterfree, who flapped their wings gently and spun around in circles. Like Reddiole, their faces and bodies kept distorting and going out of control. After nearly five minutes of entertaining Liza with their purty colors, the Butterfree flew into the female Sceptile’s stomach and left for good.
The baby Treecko still remained face up in the soil staring at his father who was clapping, giggling, and doing a horrible imitation of a river dance and his mother who was frolicking around, giggling, and flapping her arms as if she was some bird. He was wondering why they were acting so crazy but decided to just brush it off and get some sleep.
Reddiole and Liza finally made eye contact ten minutes into their hallucinations and sparks immediately began to fly. For Liza, her husband’s arm extended toward her and then his feet suddenly turned into thick sand and began to blow away in the wind. The rest of his body followed suit and disintegrate into a pile of sand and disappear with the gentle breeze until only a small handful of the tan sand remained on the forest floor.
“Re-re-reddiole?”
Then, from behind the large tree Reddiole was leaning back on, came a blue muscle bound pokemon holding a pink rose. His face was almost toad like, and three yellow fins protruded from his crown. His enormous pecs nearly took up half of his powerful torso, and his arms bulged powerfully with red lines stretching across as he flexed the muscles. The strange pokemon’s legs were also muscular but not quite as powerful as his arms and torso. To complete the fighting pokemon’s appearance was a golden belt on his waist attached over a black speedo that covered up his…erm midsection.
“Ditch the hero Liza and get with the Zero,” the Machoke said with a strange seductiveness in his voice as he handed Liza his rose.
Liza stood staring up at the muscular pokemon who was about an inch taller than her with confusion. She was beginning to wonder if she was hallucinating. “Don’t you mean ditch the zero and get with the hero?”
The Machoke looked rather flustered at her statement and began to mumble, “Well, in order to get this hot bod I had to sacrifice some of my brain ya know! Anyway, let us run off and live a passionate life like in those romance….watcha-ma-call-it? Errm, bhooks! And with my hot bod…my hot bod.”
“Uhh, I don’t know who you are or where you came from but—OOH a leaf!” Liza picked up a fallen emerald leaf from the forest floor and began examining its tiny lines and marks very carefully, completely ignoring the pokemon with the hot bod. The Machoke stared at her in disappointment but just sprouted a pair of silver wings and flew away waving goodbye to the hallucinating Sceptile.
Of course, Reddiole had not disappeared into grains of sands, he still stood where he originally stood and stared at Liza in bewilderment as he heard her talk to herself and then begin to stare at a leaf. The river dancing flowers and R&B singing trees were long gone, but the easily amused Sceptile still remained fascinated by Liza’s pointy ears!
Then, Liza’s face began to distort and stretch all around changing shape, structure, and color. Her body followed suit and began to shrink about a half a foot shorter. After nearly thirty seconds of disfigurement and morphing, Liza’s entire body began to glow bright silver. When the light subsided, Liza came back an entirely new pokemon.
Her face was round and bright purple with two hazy eyes and large, succulent crimson lips. Two masses of golden hair grew out of the top of her purple head and extended two feet horizontally before collapsing down to her orange and gold breastplates that hung under her soft chin. Two white arms and soft purple hands extended from her body and fell limply at her side. Down from her breastplates was a flowing scarlet dress that completed her feminine look.
“Aren’t I much more beautiful than your weed of a wife?” The Jynx whispered with a rather deep and attractive voice as she walked up toward Reddiole.
“Hubba beeba meesa MOO!” Reddiole shot out in one quick breath as he panted at the attractive pokemon walking toward him. The wise man in his brain told him to remember his beautiful wife, but the Bobby Brown defeated the wise man again by commenting on how nice the large lips would feel against his green skin.
The Jynx stood face to neck with the unfaithful Sceptile, who stared down at her, panting like the filthy Growlithe he was. The Jynx looked up at him with a wry smile on her face as she extended her arm toward his face, beckoning him forward with a single, mauve finger.
Like an obedient servant, Reddiole followed her wherever she moved as long as that single finger beckoned him toward her. The feminine pokemon stopped at the edge of the vast, rushing river. “Man, it’s so hot and sticky here in the rainforest. I think I’m going to take a dip into this cool water!”
Jynx turned to face the rushing, Carvanha infested river before leaping right into it. Reddiole’s heart nearly froze on the spot, fearing the currents would engulf the beautiful pokemon, but he was proven wrong when Jynx reemerged in the center of the river, somehow staying suspended in the middle of the rushing water. Her hair was not as bushy anymore; instead, it was wet and straight making the little Bobby Brown in Reddiole’s brain faint before he could command anything.
Reddiole grinned perversely and cannon balled into the Amazon River to be with his dream woman, but Karma proved to be true once more. Unlike the Jynx, the currents swept him away sending him ten yards downstream in only a few seconds. “HELP! HELP!”
Liza stared up from her amazing leaf and noticed Reddiole thrashing in the river, about to be out of sight. “Oh no! Stay there, I will save you Reddiole!” The female Sceptile ran to her husband’s aid, but unfortunately, she caught sight of her big toe before she could even reach the river. “Woah, this toe is so much bigger than the others!”
“Reddiole! We need you…Liza?” an elderly Sceptile with wrinkly green skin screamed as he ran into the garden where Liza and Reddiole awaited the birth of their child. The sight the Sceptile witnessed was extremely strange indeed. Thrown carelessly in the center of the forest was a sleeping baby Treecko whose skin was extremely dark green and rough looking. A few feet away from him was his mother who was staring at her toe vigilantly with dilated pupils.
“Hold on a sec Saharsala! I just discovered that we Sceptile have a BIG toe!” Liza mumbled holding up a quivering finger at the Sceptile named Saharsala.
“Liza! What is the matter with you? Your baby is lying on the forest floor asleep, and you’re completely ignoring him! And where on Earth is Reddiole?” Saharsala snapped at the dazed Sceptile.
“Baby? Oh, that’s nice. Reddiole jumped in the river and is probably in someone else’s territory now,” Liza responded bluntly, still staring at her big toe in awe.
“WHAT! YOUR HUSBAND FALLS INTO THE RIVER, AND YOU SIT HERE STARING AT YOUR TOE! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?” Saharsala hollered shaking Liza violently, attempting to bring her back to reality.
“I think I’m gonna take a nap now,” Liza stated after being released from Saharsala’s grip. She stretched her arms out with a great big yawn and laid down in the soil next to her baby with her eyes shut.
“Damn it, she’s no help! We’re about to be attacked by Meganium, and if we don’t find Reddiole, we’re screwed!” Saharsala muttered under his breath as he left the eccentric Sceptile to her sleep.
The very special Treecko awoke to find his mother passed out cold besides him. Her mouth was wide open with a trail of thick drool seeping out onto the soil underneath her. Treecko wobbled as he stood up and took his first steps toward his mother. He extended his dark green finger toward her and began to poke her eyelids repeatedly.
“Oww, oww, urrgg. What is it?” Liza moaned, waking up from her deep slumber. Her head throbbed painfully, and her nostrils and throat seared in burning pain. The poking continued and no voice followed, so Liza opened her eyes to see her Treecko staring at her blankly. “MY BABY! I must have fallen asleep while you came out the flower!”
The Treecko ignored his mother’s self conflicts and raised his two skinny arms up, demanding for his mother to pick him up. Liza grabbed her son with one arm and staggered up while holding her son to her chest up with one arm and rubbing his back with another. Her brain was slowly regaining control of itself and concentrated hard on remembering what happened.
“Reddiole! Our Son has come into this world! Come on already!” Liza yelled out into the forest, hoping her husband was somewhere around. Almost immediately, the bushes separating the small garden from the rest of the vast rainforest began to rattle, and a male Sceptile came out, though it wasn’t Reddiole.
“So now you want your husband?” Saharsala asked with a strong sense of bitterness in his voice.
“Well of course I want to see Reddiole! Our son has come into this world; I fell asleep during the blooming of the flower unfortunately. Little Reddiole Junior must have some skin condition that babes usually have because he is awfully dark and rough,” Liza responded, rather annoyed at the tone of voice the village leader spoke to her in. The Treecko slept again with his face buried in his mother’s shoulder.
“Bring him in!” Saharsala turned to the bushes and clapped three times, and a loud rustle came from another set of bushes as three more Sceptile came into the small garden.
Two of the Sceptile were holding the third by his arms in the center. The third could barely stand up since one of his legs was torn up pretty badly and large cuts and bruises covered the rest of his body while his head hanged low to the floor. He moaned painfully and lifted his face up toward Liza, revealing himself as Reddiole.
“REDDIOLE! My Mew…what happened to him?” Liza yelped, nearly dropping her baby.
“Did you forget? Maybe I should give you a refresher. OOOO! Look it’s my big toe! I’m so smart because I found out that common knowledge that Sceptile’s have one toe larger than the—OUCH! Damn back!” Saharsala snapped back into normal position from looking at his feet, massaging his back carefully, groaning worse than Reddiole.
“Sir, are you alright?” the Sceptile to the right of Reddiole asked.
“Yes, yes! So, do you remember now Liza?”
Something in Liza’s brain clicked, and she began to look around the garden for answers. When her eyes met the remains of large golden flower that was beginning to wilt, all the lost memories flooded back to her. Images of the white haze filling the garden and Liza jumping into a large cloud of smoke around the flower began to flash in her mind. Then, the horrible memories of all the hallucinations and distortions resulting from the smoke slowly reanimated themselves like a movie. Liza slowly turned her head toward Saharsala with her eyes bulging and her entire body quivering.
“Now you remember? Your actions nearly caused us to lose against the Meganium! Luckily, these two GOOD Sceptile found Reddiole a half a mile downstream washed up onto Vileplume territory staring at his fingers, convinced that he found a ninth one! Even though he was completely out of his mind and injured, they took him to the battlefield, and the Meganium retreated as soon as they saw a glimpse of Reddiole. Now, you better explain to me what happened!” Saharsala hollered with his spit spraying in Liza’s cheekbones.
“When little Reddiole Jr. was born, the flower he was in released all this horrible white haze. It mainly spread in a small layer around the soil, but a huge cloud remained suspended around our little baby! Of course, Reddiole and I leaped into it to get our baby. When we came out, we felt a little sick and started having all these weird hallucinations! But it’s over now, and no long lasting damage has been done, so I suppose it’s all good!” Liza explained cheerfully, rubbing her son’s rough crown with one finger.
Saharsala’s right eye began to twitch madly, and he was about to strangle at the optimistic female in front of him before Reddiole interfered. The humiliated and injured Sceptile limped forward in between his wife and leader with a grin on his face. “Don’t worry Saharsala, I’ll take care of the problem,” he whispered to the enraged Sceptile with a wink.
“Let me hold my son Liza,” Reddiole requested with his arms held out. Liza reluctantly handed her child over to her husband. He nearly woke up, but as soon as Reddiole placed him on his shoulders, the Treecko snuggled himself back to slumber. “So this is my very first Son. How ironic that he was born on the same day of a battle! Oh boy, he sure caused us some problems with his little gas attack. Maybe one day he will grow up to be a great fighter just like me…. OR MAYBE HE WILL NOT!”
To everyone’s surprise and shock, Reddiole picked his son off of his chest by his tail, and like a simple stone, he tossed the baby Treecko in the raging river, which immediately swallowed up the poor baby pokemon who remained asleep. The four other Sceptile gazed at Reddiole with looks of both horror and disgust, especially Liza. She gaped at the Amazon River with her hands covering up her mouth, not comprehending the horrible act committed by her husband who she always thought was so kind and gentle.
“What? You yourself called him a demon child Liza!”
And there we go! Its over! The first part of one of the most controversial pokemon fics ever posted in Serebii! Stay tuned for part two of the adventures of this very special pokemon and his unusual effect on others around him. And yes, I know that this doesn’t really give a complete accurate impression of what happens when someone gets stoned (in case you didn’t realize, the Treecko is made out of the Hemp plant) but this is supposed to be a gross over exaggeration. Please review!
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PART I- Origins
“Reddiole! Come here quickly! Our child is about to be born!” a female grass pokemon squealed in delight.
She was a Sceptile, a wood gecko pokemon standing seven feet tall with features similar to that of an animal and that of a plant. They had piercing yellow eyes and a large mouth with a scarlet lower jaw along with a mass of golden bulbs on their back. Their arms were small with two leave like extensions protruding from their fists while their legs were bulky and powerful, very useful for jumping. A large fern plant extended from their bottom and acted as a tail. With the power of both fauna and flora, they proved to be formidable opponents.
Her name was Lewyzeena, or Liza for short. Along with her husband and many other Sceptile, she lived in a rainforest in the land of South America. Their tribe consisted of over fifty pokemon, but they were forced into a tiny area less than five acres wide! Another group of murderous plant pokemon known as Meganium had won most of land through many battles. Even though Liza had lived most of her days in fear of the Meganium, none of it mattered anymore because her first child was about come into the world.
Female Sceptile gave birth to their children who were basically smaller versions of the adults. Unlike their parents, they only stood a foot tall and had skinny arms and legs with a dark green tail, and their bellies were blood red. They were known as “Treecko.” The female would lay an egg every four years after sexual maturity, and the male would fertilize the soil in which the egg was buried in. The egg would then sprout a thick vine ending in a large golden flower about the size of a beach ball that had yet to bloom. Today, the golden flower which contained Reddiole and Liza’s first child was about to open its vast petals and reveal the tiny Treecko inside.
“Am I late?” Reddiole asked, huffing and puffing as he ran into the garden by the edge of the Amazon River where his wife and future child waited for him.
“No! You’re just in time; the petals are about to open!” Liza exclaimed, wrapping her thin arms around her husband’s large chest.
Reddiole returned his wife’s hug, and they stood watching the petals of the golden flower with their arms wrapped around each other. Reddiole was a top ranking warrior in the tribe, famous for leading the battle that won most of the little land they possessed. He had hoped that the flower would reveal a son who would follow in his footsteps as a great battler and hopefully a real ladies man.
At last, the golden petals slowly began to release themselves from their locked position and a strange white smoke seeped out of the small cracks. Liza and Reddiole’s arms slowly slipped off of each other’s shoulders and crawled up to their mouths as more of the hazy white smoke crept out of the resting place of their baby.
“What the Houndoom is going on…” Liza muttered as her eyes bulged out of their sockets, glaring down at the sallow smoke which began to cover the forest floor around them.
“I think a small fire pokemon may have crawled into the egg and roasted our little child Liza,” Reddiole replied fearfully as he eyed the golden flower, which was blinded by a cloud of white smoke that seemed to hover around an object.
“MY BABY!” Liza cried as she leaped into the cloud of the white smoke with one hand on her nostrils and another hand groping around for her baby.
“Liza! No!” Reddiole yelled as he followed Liza into the smoke, desperate to pull her out.
The mother Sceptile closed her senses tightly, relying only on her hearing as she listened for a bawling Treecko and ignoring the protests and pulls of her husband. She began to hear the placid gurgles and moans of an infant in her eardrums and immediately shot her free arm forward, feeling a rather scratchy and rough belly of a Treecko.
“I got him Reddiole!” Liza shouted out jubilantly, accidentally removing her left arm from her nose.
“He’s alive!” Reddiole agreed, also removing his arm from his nose.
Immediately, the mysterious white smoke crawled up their nostrils giving the two Sceptile sensations they had never experienced before. The wise man in their brains commanded them to release their heads from the cloud as fast they could, but the little Bobby Brown in their brains begged them to continue inhaling the mysterious gas. Unfortunately, they had decided to follow the Bobby Brown…
Reddiole gagged and coughed as more of the smoke crawled into his nostrils and down his throat. He felt as if someone was strangling him while he breathed as much air as he could as fast as he could. Although the feeling was horrible, it was wonderful at the same time! Liza didn’t react as badly to the smoke as her husband did; she inhaled as much of the smoke as she could with her eyes completely blank, forgetting about the child in her hand. At last, the wise man overcame Bobby Brown in an East Side shootout, and the two Sceptile managed to leap out of the dangerous smog.
Liza held her baby up to her face and finally saw her child for the first time. He looked very different compared to the other Treecko. Unlike the other babies, his skin was extremely dark green, even in his what-should-be ruby stomach. It also felt rough and looked like it was made of leaves. Perhaps the most prominent and frightening sight of all was the little Treecko’s bright red eyes.
“AH! Our baby is a demon child Reddiole!” Liza exclaimed as she stared at her husband in fear. Her head pounded like mad, and her brain was devoid of any sense of concentration. Even as she stared at the male Sceptile, his face seemed to spin around or get sucked into an invisible black hole.
Reddiole ignored the cries of his wife and instead focused on how fascinating her ears were looking. Every trivial detail of the forest seemed to come alive and begged to be focused at. The majestic trees whose tops blinded the sun from sight suddenly grew gaping holes in the center of their trunks and began doing something of the utmost macabre and sang Whitney Houston songs!
“And Iiiiii-eeeI-eeeI will always love youuuu and Iiii love you! Oh sweet coke ee oke ee oke, what would I do without sniffin youuuuu…”
Reddiole giggled like a school girl at the tree’s horrendous yet somehow beautiful singing. He looked down at the soft rainforest soil beneath him and witnessed the different flowers and plants slowly crawl out and begin to animate into little disney cartoon characters. They joined hands err leaves and began to kick up their roots in a crazy Irish River Dance. The deranged Sceptile squealed like a baby in excitement and began to clap madly in rhythm to the singing and dancing.
“Reddiole what’s going—ooooh!” Liza was suddenly surrounded by five bright pink Butterfree, who flapped their wings gently and spun around in circles. Like Reddiole, their faces and bodies kept distorting and going out of control. After nearly five minutes of entertaining Liza with their purty colors, the Butterfree flew into the female Sceptile’s stomach and left for good.
The baby Treecko still remained face up in the soil staring at his father who was clapping, giggling, and doing a horrible imitation of a river dance and his mother who was frolicking around, giggling, and flapping her arms as if she was some bird. He was wondering why they were acting so crazy but decided to just brush it off and get some sleep.
Reddiole and Liza finally made eye contact ten minutes into their hallucinations and sparks immediately began to fly. For Liza, her husband’s arm extended toward her and then his feet suddenly turned into thick sand and began to blow away in the wind. The rest of his body followed suit and disintegrate into a pile of sand and disappear with the gentle breeze until only a small handful of the tan sand remained on the forest floor.
“Re-re-reddiole?”
Then, from behind the large tree Reddiole was leaning back on, came a blue muscle bound pokemon holding a pink rose. His face was almost toad like, and three yellow fins protruded from his crown. His enormous pecs nearly took up half of his powerful torso, and his arms bulged powerfully with red lines stretching across as he flexed the muscles. The strange pokemon’s legs were also muscular but not quite as powerful as his arms and torso. To complete the fighting pokemon’s appearance was a golden belt on his waist attached over a black speedo that covered up his…erm midsection.
“Ditch the hero Liza and get with the Zero,” the Machoke said with a strange seductiveness in his voice as he handed Liza his rose.
Liza stood staring up at the muscular pokemon who was about an inch taller than her with confusion. She was beginning to wonder if she was hallucinating. “Don’t you mean ditch the zero and get with the hero?”
The Machoke looked rather flustered at her statement and began to mumble, “Well, in order to get this hot bod I had to sacrifice some of my brain ya know! Anyway, let us run off and live a passionate life like in those romance….watcha-ma-call-it? Errm, bhooks! And with my hot bod…my hot bod.”
“Uhh, I don’t know who you are or where you came from but—OOH a leaf!” Liza picked up a fallen emerald leaf from the forest floor and began examining its tiny lines and marks very carefully, completely ignoring the pokemon with the hot bod. The Machoke stared at her in disappointment but just sprouted a pair of silver wings and flew away waving goodbye to the hallucinating Sceptile.
Of course, Reddiole had not disappeared into grains of sands, he still stood where he originally stood and stared at Liza in bewilderment as he heard her talk to herself and then begin to stare at a leaf. The river dancing flowers and R&B singing trees were long gone, but the easily amused Sceptile still remained fascinated by Liza’s pointy ears!
Then, Liza’s face began to distort and stretch all around changing shape, structure, and color. Her body followed suit and began to shrink about a half a foot shorter. After nearly thirty seconds of disfigurement and morphing, Liza’s entire body began to glow bright silver. When the light subsided, Liza came back an entirely new pokemon.
Her face was round and bright purple with two hazy eyes and large, succulent crimson lips. Two masses of golden hair grew out of the top of her purple head and extended two feet horizontally before collapsing down to her orange and gold breastplates that hung under her soft chin. Two white arms and soft purple hands extended from her body and fell limply at her side. Down from her breastplates was a flowing scarlet dress that completed her feminine look.
“Aren’t I much more beautiful than your weed of a wife?” The Jynx whispered with a rather deep and attractive voice as she walked up toward Reddiole.
“Hubba beeba meesa MOO!” Reddiole shot out in one quick breath as he panted at the attractive pokemon walking toward him. The wise man in his brain told him to remember his beautiful wife, but the Bobby Brown defeated the wise man again by commenting on how nice the large lips would feel against his green skin.
The Jynx stood face to neck with the unfaithful Sceptile, who stared down at her, panting like the filthy Growlithe he was. The Jynx looked up at him with a wry smile on her face as she extended her arm toward his face, beckoning him forward with a single, mauve finger.
Like an obedient servant, Reddiole followed her wherever she moved as long as that single finger beckoned him toward her. The feminine pokemon stopped at the edge of the vast, rushing river. “Man, it’s so hot and sticky here in the rainforest. I think I’m going to take a dip into this cool water!”
Jynx turned to face the rushing, Carvanha infested river before leaping right into it. Reddiole’s heart nearly froze on the spot, fearing the currents would engulf the beautiful pokemon, but he was proven wrong when Jynx reemerged in the center of the river, somehow staying suspended in the middle of the rushing water. Her hair was not as bushy anymore; instead, it was wet and straight making the little Bobby Brown in Reddiole’s brain faint before he could command anything.
Reddiole grinned perversely and cannon balled into the Amazon River to be with his dream woman, but Karma proved to be true once more. Unlike the Jynx, the currents swept him away sending him ten yards downstream in only a few seconds. “HELP! HELP!”
Liza stared up from her amazing leaf and noticed Reddiole thrashing in the river, about to be out of sight. “Oh no! Stay there, I will save you Reddiole!” The female Sceptile ran to her husband’s aid, but unfortunately, she caught sight of her big toe before she could even reach the river. “Woah, this toe is so much bigger than the others!”
Five Minutes Later
“Reddiole! We need you…Liza?” an elderly Sceptile with wrinkly green skin screamed as he ran into the garden where Liza and Reddiole awaited the birth of their child. The sight the Sceptile witnessed was extremely strange indeed. Thrown carelessly in the center of the forest was a sleeping baby Treecko whose skin was extremely dark green and rough looking. A few feet away from him was his mother who was staring at her toe vigilantly with dilated pupils.
“Hold on a sec Saharsala! I just discovered that we Sceptile have a BIG toe!” Liza mumbled holding up a quivering finger at the Sceptile named Saharsala.
“Liza! What is the matter with you? Your baby is lying on the forest floor asleep, and you’re completely ignoring him! And where on Earth is Reddiole?” Saharsala snapped at the dazed Sceptile.
“Baby? Oh, that’s nice. Reddiole jumped in the river and is probably in someone else’s territory now,” Liza responded bluntly, still staring at her big toe in awe.
“WHAT! YOUR HUSBAND FALLS INTO THE RIVER, AND YOU SIT HERE STARING AT YOUR TOE! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?” Saharsala hollered shaking Liza violently, attempting to bring her back to reality.
“I think I’m gonna take a nap now,” Liza stated after being released from Saharsala’s grip. She stretched her arms out with a great big yawn and laid down in the soil next to her baby with her eyes shut.
“Damn it, she’s no help! We’re about to be attacked by Meganium, and if we don’t find Reddiole, we’re screwed!” Saharsala muttered under his breath as he left the eccentric Sceptile to her sleep.
Six Hours Later
The very special Treecko awoke to find his mother passed out cold besides him. Her mouth was wide open with a trail of thick drool seeping out onto the soil underneath her. Treecko wobbled as he stood up and took his first steps toward his mother. He extended his dark green finger toward her and began to poke her eyelids repeatedly.
“Oww, oww, urrgg. What is it?” Liza moaned, waking up from her deep slumber. Her head throbbed painfully, and her nostrils and throat seared in burning pain. The poking continued and no voice followed, so Liza opened her eyes to see her Treecko staring at her blankly. “MY BABY! I must have fallen asleep while you came out the flower!”
The Treecko ignored his mother’s self conflicts and raised his two skinny arms up, demanding for his mother to pick him up. Liza grabbed her son with one arm and staggered up while holding her son to her chest up with one arm and rubbing his back with another. Her brain was slowly regaining control of itself and concentrated hard on remembering what happened.
“Reddiole! Our Son has come into this world! Come on already!” Liza yelled out into the forest, hoping her husband was somewhere around. Almost immediately, the bushes separating the small garden from the rest of the vast rainforest began to rattle, and a male Sceptile came out, though it wasn’t Reddiole.
“So now you want your husband?” Saharsala asked with a strong sense of bitterness in his voice.
“Well of course I want to see Reddiole! Our son has come into this world; I fell asleep during the blooming of the flower unfortunately. Little Reddiole Junior must have some skin condition that babes usually have because he is awfully dark and rough,” Liza responded, rather annoyed at the tone of voice the village leader spoke to her in. The Treecko slept again with his face buried in his mother’s shoulder.
“Bring him in!” Saharsala turned to the bushes and clapped three times, and a loud rustle came from another set of bushes as three more Sceptile came into the small garden.
Two of the Sceptile were holding the third by his arms in the center. The third could barely stand up since one of his legs was torn up pretty badly and large cuts and bruises covered the rest of his body while his head hanged low to the floor. He moaned painfully and lifted his face up toward Liza, revealing himself as Reddiole.
“REDDIOLE! My Mew…what happened to him?” Liza yelped, nearly dropping her baby.
“Did you forget? Maybe I should give you a refresher. OOOO! Look it’s my big toe! I’m so smart because I found out that common knowledge that Sceptile’s have one toe larger than the—OUCH! Damn back!” Saharsala snapped back into normal position from looking at his feet, massaging his back carefully, groaning worse than Reddiole.
“Sir, are you alright?” the Sceptile to the right of Reddiole asked.
“Yes, yes! So, do you remember now Liza?”
Something in Liza’s brain clicked, and she began to look around the garden for answers. When her eyes met the remains of large golden flower that was beginning to wilt, all the lost memories flooded back to her. Images of the white haze filling the garden and Liza jumping into a large cloud of smoke around the flower began to flash in her mind. Then, the horrible memories of all the hallucinations and distortions resulting from the smoke slowly reanimated themselves like a movie. Liza slowly turned her head toward Saharsala with her eyes bulging and her entire body quivering.
“Now you remember? Your actions nearly caused us to lose against the Meganium! Luckily, these two GOOD Sceptile found Reddiole a half a mile downstream washed up onto Vileplume territory staring at his fingers, convinced that he found a ninth one! Even though he was completely out of his mind and injured, they took him to the battlefield, and the Meganium retreated as soon as they saw a glimpse of Reddiole. Now, you better explain to me what happened!” Saharsala hollered with his spit spraying in Liza’s cheekbones.
“When little Reddiole Jr. was born, the flower he was in released all this horrible white haze. It mainly spread in a small layer around the soil, but a huge cloud remained suspended around our little baby! Of course, Reddiole and I leaped into it to get our baby. When we came out, we felt a little sick and started having all these weird hallucinations! But it’s over now, and no long lasting damage has been done, so I suppose it’s all good!” Liza explained cheerfully, rubbing her son’s rough crown with one finger.
Saharsala’s right eye began to twitch madly, and he was about to strangle at the optimistic female in front of him before Reddiole interfered. The humiliated and injured Sceptile limped forward in between his wife and leader with a grin on his face. “Don’t worry Saharsala, I’ll take care of the problem,” he whispered to the enraged Sceptile with a wink.
“Let me hold my son Liza,” Reddiole requested with his arms held out. Liza reluctantly handed her child over to her husband. He nearly woke up, but as soon as Reddiole placed him on his shoulders, the Treecko snuggled himself back to slumber. “So this is my very first Son. How ironic that he was born on the same day of a battle! Oh boy, he sure caused us some problems with his little gas attack. Maybe one day he will grow up to be a great fighter just like me…. OR MAYBE HE WILL NOT!”
To everyone’s surprise and shock, Reddiole picked his son off of his chest by his tail, and like a simple stone, he tossed the baby Treecko in the raging river, which immediately swallowed up the poor baby pokemon who remained asleep. The four other Sceptile gazed at Reddiole with looks of both horror and disgust, especially Liza. She gaped at the Amazon River with her hands covering up her mouth, not comprehending the horrible act committed by her husband who she always thought was so kind and gentle.
“What? You yourself called him a demon child Liza!”
And there we go! Its over! The first part of one of the most controversial pokemon fics ever posted in Serebii! Stay tuned for part two of the adventures of this very special pokemon and his unusual effect on others around him. And yes, I know that this doesn’t really give a complete accurate impression of what happens when someone gets stoned (in case you didn’t realize, the Treecko is made out of the Hemp plant) but this is supposed to be a gross over exaggeration. Please review!
