Ash_Junior
Irredeemable Nerd
Well, I've gone and done it again--started a new fanfic....
this one is based on EmeraldDragon's Pokemon Camp fic. GRanted, it's a Mary Sue-esque fic, but it's been around for a LONG time. and it's a good read.
I'm sure it's spawned dozens of copycats, of which this is just the latest.
Well, I hope you all enjoy. I want this to be a different kind of fic.
I hope that I succeed.
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Kyle stared up at the clock in his classroom and willed the minute hand forward. Only three more minutes and the bell would ring, and he would be done with his Sophomore year of High School. But for some reason today, it seemed like Celebi was stopping time just to spite him.
Kyle grinned to himself as the teacher droned on about summer classes, and thought about his plans for the summer. His cousin had gotten a Pokémon and had promised to stop by in two weeks. Only two more weeks and they’d be able to mess around with his Pokémon all summer. Kyle sighed. Matt was so lucky that he didn’t have to go to school anymore. Pokémon trainers had all the fun.
Only three more months and a summer-long job, and he’d get his own Pokémon. Of course, he had had to promise his parents that he’d stay in school to get them to agree to let him get a Pokémon. The night that they had said yes, two months before, he had stayed up all night filling out the forms and sending them in electronically, and had promptly failed his History test the next day. That hadn’t gone over well, and it had taken a bit of fast talking to keep them from revoking their permission. But now he was registered as eligible for a Pokémon.
Kyle looked back up at the clock. Still a minute and a half. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the teacher. It had been a good year. He’d managed to scrape by academically, and had been elected Class Treasurer. His girlfriend had dumped him for a senior at the start of the year, but Kristy Tillman had been throwing looks his way for the last month and a half.
The buzzer sounded, and instantly the orderly classroom dissolved into a shapeless mass that grunted, grumbled, and shouted as it shoved itself through the classroom’s door and into the hall and into a much larger mass that threw itself through the school’s main doors and into the bright, green light of Altantean afternoon.
Kyle laughed as he waved goodbye to his friends and ran towards the docking collar. If he didn’t hurry, he’d miss the sub back to his block. Kyle grinned up at the glass and force field barrier that kept the water at bay hundreds of feet above his head.
Only two more years, and he’d wander the surface. He’d seen pictures and movies of the mountains, the plains, and the forests. He breathed in deeply and smiled at the salty tang of the air. No matter how well the air filters were, it was kind of hard to filter out all the salt when you had several thousand pounds of the stuff in the water that was all around. He’d been to the surface several times—the last time was at his sixteenth birthday. It was strange for the light to be so intense, but it was neat to see something besides water on top of him all the time. It was a bit scary, though.
Kyle slowed to a stop as he neared the docking port, and wandered over to a kiosk to check the schedules. His submersible was delayed. He sighed and headed for one of the benches. It figured. He got out of school and he had to spend the first minutes of his summer vacation waiting for his sub.
Kyle sank onto one of the benches. Well, it couldn’t be helped. He DID need to travel down further into the cleft another mile to get to the residential block. He looked out the glass at the water and yawned. The lights of submarines coming and going to and from other Salitronian towns and blocks illuminated the side of the fissure and the weird plants that grew in the hot vents on the bottom of the ocean. Every now and then a Relicanth or Gyrados flashed through the lights of the subs and the commercial block of Atlantis, but other than that, the only movement that could be seen was the weird plants waving in the current.
Kyle leaned back and closed his eyes. It would be a little while before his sub came. Might as well grab a few Z’s.
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“Hey mom, hey dad!” Kyle said, kicking his shoes off somewhere into the entryway and heading for the kitchen. “I’m home! Summer starts now! You can start wailing and gnashing your teeth or something!” he tossed his backpack off into a corner and went straight for the fridge.
He pulled a can of pop out of the fridge and balanced a plate of leftover pork chops on top of the can before he pulled away from the refrigerator and headed towards the table, only to find his parents and some old guy sitting there.
“What’s going on?” he asked, looking from face, to face, to face. The old man wore a white lab coat, and had a significant bald patch in his snow-white hair. His thin mustache completed the ensemble.
“My name is Professor Fuji, Kyle,” the older man said, looking straight at Kyle. “I’m not sure if you heard of me—I used to run the Pokémon Tower in Lavender Town. I moved here to retire, but I guess I’ve found my second calling.”
Kyle sat down and opened up his can of pop. “That’s cool,” he said. “So how come you’re in my kitchen?”
“Kyle!” his mother scolded him. “Be nice.”
“It’s fine,” the Prof said. “Perfectly understandable. I’d ask the same thing in my situation.” Fuji turned to Kyle. “The fact is, Kyle, you were tenth runner-up for entry into Camp Hope.”
Kyle gulped his pop down, and raised an eyebrow as he headed for silverware for the pork chops. “Camp Hope? Runner up? I don’t remember entering any contests or anything.”
“It’s like I told you, Professor, it’s all some big kind of mistake,” Kyle’s dad said. “I don’t know how it happened, but we’ve told Kyle time and time again that he’s not getting a Pokémon until he can afford one.”
Fuji blinked, and looked down at his hands for a moment. “Ah, yes, well, that may have been an error on my part. Your son filed his application for a Pokémon about eight weeks ago. Part of that entry was an essay earmarked for the Camp Hope application. I went through them all and sent in five essays to the International Pokémon League for Camp Hope with my recommendations.”
His mother turned and gave him The Look. “You applied for a Pokémon?” she asked, her tone low and grim.
“A Pokémon License!” Kyle protested through a mouthful, raising his can of pop and fork up as if in self-defense. “I never applied for Camp Hope or a Pokémon!”
Fuji smiled. “I can assure you that you did, Kyle.” Fuji reached down to one side and brought his hand back up holding a manila folder. “Along with an excellent essay on the socio-political ramifications of Pokémon Rangers in the International Pokémon League, your son sent in an essay on why he wanted to become a Pokémon Trainer.”
“YOU got my Ranger essay? THAT’S why my teacher was so ****** when I insisted I should have gotten an A instead of being failed.” Kyle complained. “She must have gotten my essay on Squirtle instead.”
There was silence in the room for a moment, then Fuji cleared his throat. “Ah, yes. Well, be that as it may, there are some choices for you to make, Kyle.”
“For US to make,” Kyle’s dad cut in. “We haven’t decided if we’re going to let him go yet.”
“This is totally unfair!” Kyle yelled, then paused. “Go where?” he asked.
Fuji smiled. “Camp Hope is a camp for people that want to be Pokémon trainers. It’s quite in-depth. It lasts a full month, and when you come out of it, you will have and be trained to use a Pokémon, survive in the wilderness, and take a Gym Challenge if you want to.”
“And how much does this cost?” Kyle’s dad demanded as Kyle stuffed the last of the pork chops into his mouth.
“Nothing at all,” Fuji said, smiling. “Everything, from transportation to the camp itself is covered by the International Pokémon League. Except for spending money for the canteen, of course.”
“Sounds fun,” Kyle said. “I’m up for it.”
“Kyle, we’re not sure you’re quite ready for a month on the surface,.” His mother began quietly. “And we’re also not totally convinced that you’re ready for a Pokémon.”
Kyle frowned. “what Pokémon? I’m just learning how to take care of ‘em, right?” he burped and pounded his chest a couple of times. “’scuse me.”
Fuji smiled broadly. “No, Kyle. At Camp Hope you don’t just LEARN about Pokémon, you actually start TRAINING them.”
Kyle’s jaw dropped. “I’m in.”
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“I know this is going to be a GREAT year!” the Gym Leader said, grinning from ear to ear. “We’ve been through a lot in our respective journeys, and sometimes we’ve even fought each other. Sometimes more than once.” She looked over the gathered trainers, and they were all looking up at her.
“But we’re here together to celebrate our beginnings, and to turn a bunch of snot-nosed brats into trainers ready to take on any of the Pokémon Leagues.” The staff and counselors of Camp Hope looked up at Erika as she stood at the podium, addressing them all, her raven hair shimmering slightly with glitter. “Tomorrow the kids arrive. Tomorrow we start this. I think we’re going to have a lot of fun. This should be fun for us too, guys. Let’s have the time of our lives this week.
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This guy has the WORST LUCK EVER.
you'll see what I mean next chapter 0.-
this one is based on EmeraldDragon's Pokemon Camp fic. GRanted, it's a Mary Sue-esque fic, but it's been around for a LONG time. and it's a good read.
I'm sure it's spawned dozens of copycats, of which this is just the latest.
Well, I hope you all enjoy. I want this to be a different kind of fic.
I hope that I succeed.
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Kyle stared up at the clock in his classroom and willed the minute hand forward. Only three more minutes and the bell would ring, and he would be done with his Sophomore year of High School. But for some reason today, it seemed like Celebi was stopping time just to spite him.
Kyle grinned to himself as the teacher droned on about summer classes, and thought about his plans for the summer. His cousin had gotten a Pokémon and had promised to stop by in two weeks. Only two more weeks and they’d be able to mess around with his Pokémon all summer. Kyle sighed. Matt was so lucky that he didn’t have to go to school anymore. Pokémon trainers had all the fun.
Only three more months and a summer-long job, and he’d get his own Pokémon. Of course, he had had to promise his parents that he’d stay in school to get them to agree to let him get a Pokémon. The night that they had said yes, two months before, he had stayed up all night filling out the forms and sending them in electronically, and had promptly failed his History test the next day. That hadn’t gone over well, and it had taken a bit of fast talking to keep them from revoking their permission. But now he was registered as eligible for a Pokémon.
Kyle looked back up at the clock. Still a minute and a half. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the teacher. It had been a good year. He’d managed to scrape by academically, and had been elected Class Treasurer. His girlfriend had dumped him for a senior at the start of the year, but Kristy Tillman had been throwing looks his way for the last month and a half.
The buzzer sounded, and instantly the orderly classroom dissolved into a shapeless mass that grunted, grumbled, and shouted as it shoved itself through the classroom’s door and into the hall and into a much larger mass that threw itself through the school’s main doors and into the bright, green light of Altantean afternoon.
Kyle laughed as he waved goodbye to his friends and ran towards the docking collar. If he didn’t hurry, he’d miss the sub back to his block. Kyle grinned up at the glass and force field barrier that kept the water at bay hundreds of feet above his head.
Only two more years, and he’d wander the surface. He’d seen pictures and movies of the mountains, the plains, and the forests. He breathed in deeply and smiled at the salty tang of the air. No matter how well the air filters were, it was kind of hard to filter out all the salt when you had several thousand pounds of the stuff in the water that was all around. He’d been to the surface several times—the last time was at his sixteenth birthday. It was strange for the light to be so intense, but it was neat to see something besides water on top of him all the time. It was a bit scary, though.
Kyle slowed to a stop as he neared the docking port, and wandered over to a kiosk to check the schedules. His submersible was delayed. He sighed and headed for one of the benches. It figured. He got out of school and he had to spend the first minutes of his summer vacation waiting for his sub.
Kyle sank onto one of the benches. Well, it couldn’t be helped. He DID need to travel down further into the cleft another mile to get to the residential block. He looked out the glass at the water and yawned. The lights of submarines coming and going to and from other Salitronian towns and blocks illuminated the side of the fissure and the weird plants that grew in the hot vents on the bottom of the ocean. Every now and then a Relicanth or Gyrados flashed through the lights of the subs and the commercial block of Atlantis, but other than that, the only movement that could be seen was the weird plants waving in the current.
Kyle leaned back and closed his eyes. It would be a little while before his sub came. Might as well grab a few Z’s.
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“Hey mom, hey dad!” Kyle said, kicking his shoes off somewhere into the entryway and heading for the kitchen. “I’m home! Summer starts now! You can start wailing and gnashing your teeth or something!” he tossed his backpack off into a corner and went straight for the fridge.
He pulled a can of pop out of the fridge and balanced a plate of leftover pork chops on top of the can before he pulled away from the refrigerator and headed towards the table, only to find his parents and some old guy sitting there.
“What’s going on?” he asked, looking from face, to face, to face. The old man wore a white lab coat, and had a significant bald patch in his snow-white hair. His thin mustache completed the ensemble.
“My name is Professor Fuji, Kyle,” the older man said, looking straight at Kyle. “I’m not sure if you heard of me—I used to run the Pokémon Tower in Lavender Town. I moved here to retire, but I guess I’ve found my second calling.”
Kyle sat down and opened up his can of pop. “That’s cool,” he said. “So how come you’re in my kitchen?”
“Kyle!” his mother scolded him. “Be nice.”
“It’s fine,” the Prof said. “Perfectly understandable. I’d ask the same thing in my situation.” Fuji turned to Kyle. “The fact is, Kyle, you were tenth runner-up for entry into Camp Hope.”
Kyle gulped his pop down, and raised an eyebrow as he headed for silverware for the pork chops. “Camp Hope? Runner up? I don’t remember entering any contests or anything.”
“It’s like I told you, Professor, it’s all some big kind of mistake,” Kyle’s dad said. “I don’t know how it happened, but we’ve told Kyle time and time again that he’s not getting a Pokémon until he can afford one.”
Fuji blinked, and looked down at his hands for a moment. “Ah, yes, well, that may have been an error on my part. Your son filed his application for a Pokémon about eight weeks ago. Part of that entry was an essay earmarked for the Camp Hope application. I went through them all and sent in five essays to the International Pokémon League for Camp Hope with my recommendations.”
His mother turned and gave him The Look. “You applied for a Pokémon?” she asked, her tone low and grim.
“A Pokémon License!” Kyle protested through a mouthful, raising his can of pop and fork up as if in self-defense. “I never applied for Camp Hope or a Pokémon!”
Fuji smiled. “I can assure you that you did, Kyle.” Fuji reached down to one side and brought his hand back up holding a manila folder. “Along with an excellent essay on the socio-political ramifications of Pokémon Rangers in the International Pokémon League, your son sent in an essay on why he wanted to become a Pokémon Trainer.”
“YOU got my Ranger essay? THAT’S why my teacher was so ****** when I insisted I should have gotten an A instead of being failed.” Kyle complained. “She must have gotten my essay on Squirtle instead.”
There was silence in the room for a moment, then Fuji cleared his throat. “Ah, yes. Well, be that as it may, there are some choices for you to make, Kyle.”
“For US to make,” Kyle’s dad cut in. “We haven’t decided if we’re going to let him go yet.”
“This is totally unfair!” Kyle yelled, then paused. “Go where?” he asked.
Fuji smiled. “Camp Hope is a camp for people that want to be Pokémon trainers. It’s quite in-depth. It lasts a full month, and when you come out of it, you will have and be trained to use a Pokémon, survive in the wilderness, and take a Gym Challenge if you want to.”
“And how much does this cost?” Kyle’s dad demanded as Kyle stuffed the last of the pork chops into his mouth.
“Nothing at all,” Fuji said, smiling. “Everything, from transportation to the camp itself is covered by the International Pokémon League. Except for spending money for the canteen, of course.”
“Sounds fun,” Kyle said. “I’m up for it.”
“Kyle, we’re not sure you’re quite ready for a month on the surface,.” His mother began quietly. “And we’re also not totally convinced that you’re ready for a Pokémon.”
Kyle frowned. “what Pokémon? I’m just learning how to take care of ‘em, right?” he burped and pounded his chest a couple of times. “’scuse me.”
Fuji smiled broadly. “No, Kyle. At Camp Hope you don’t just LEARN about Pokémon, you actually start TRAINING them.”
Kyle’s jaw dropped. “I’m in.”
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“I know this is going to be a GREAT year!” the Gym Leader said, grinning from ear to ear. “We’ve been through a lot in our respective journeys, and sometimes we’ve even fought each other. Sometimes more than once.” She looked over the gathered trainers, and they were all looking up at her.
“But we’re here together to celebrate our beginnings, and to turn a bunch of snot-nosed brats into trainers ready to take on any of the Pokémon Leagues.” The staff and counselors of Camp Hope looked up at Erika as she stood at the podium, addressing them all, her raven hair shimmering slightly with glitter. “Tomorrow the kids arrive. Tomorrow we start this. I think we’re going to have a lot of fun. This should be fun for us too, guys. Let’s have the time of our lives this week.
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This guy has the WORST LUCK EVER.
you'll see what I mean next chapter 0.-