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The following fic is a story about a boy on well, a Pokemon quest.
Italics (like this.) mean thinking.
The following chapter is most likely G rated and the only things that may or may not be inappropriate are: a boy attacked by a Cloyster, and the same boy getting clamped ( Stockpiled, whatever ) on the head by a Pokemon.
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Cal stared at the ocean, leaning on the Kelecon’s railing.
Why does my dad always want me to try to become some Pokemon master? Thought Cal as he watched the sun’s glare reflect off the ocean. I doubt I’d make a good Pokemon trainer at all. I could have actually liked Pokemon if it weren’t for my dad.
Cal’s arms slipped on the boat railing they had been placed on. Cal’s hazel eyes shot open as he, almost immediately, flipped into the ocean. Cal felt his belly hit the Kelecon’s hard railing, knocking the breath out of him. He flopped straight into the ocean. He flailed like a desperate Donphan, and sunk hopelessly like one.
Come on Cal, swim like a Poliwhirl, smooth, simple strokes. The hazel eyed boy commanded himself mentally.
Cal struggled to the surface, his lungs felt like they would explode. When Cal hit the surface, he breathed in air as fast as he could. He scanned the surrounding water, looking for the Kelecon. Cal turned around, only to see a massive ship, the Kelecon, approach him, suddenly, something sharp stabbed Cal. Cal’s vision bleared as he sunk into the ocean helplessly.
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“Blasted Cloyster.” Muttered Cal’s father, Marc, as Cal regained consciousness a boarded the Kelecon in a luxurious white cabin with his dad.
“Dad?” What happened?” Asked Cal weakly. Cal’s head throbbed with pain.
Cal’s father did not respond. He was thinking heavily about something.
“Are you okay Cal?” Asked Cal’s mother as she entered the room.
“My head hurts but I’m fine.” Answered Cal with a weak grin.
“Marc, have you told him about the Pokemon you have for him? After all, it is December 20th, his birthday, he should know that you had a Pokemon for him.” Said Cal’s mother.
“I guess I’m 12 then….HEY!” Cried Cal sharply as he realized that his father, once again, wanted him to go on some Pokemon journey.
“I’m not going on some stupid quest thing dad!” cried Cal as the smile he had sported on his face, turned upside down.
“Your father and I have decided that you will go on a quest. As you know, we are going to live on Couler Isle. In order to be allowed to live there, we need you to participate in a Pokemon quest and keep a detailed journal of your adventure so researchers can learn more about Couler Isle.” Explained Cal’s mother.
“We’re going to live on Couler Isle? Asked Cal, he hadn’t even known that he was going to live on Couler Isle, his dad had told him that they were going on a cruise.
“Yes.” Replied Cal’s parents in unison
“And you will go on that quest.” Marc told Cal as if he were an idiot.
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“Cal, meet Wooper!” Exclaimed Marc as he pulled a Pokeball out from a bag, and threw it on to the floor of the deck. A blue fish busted out of the Pokeball.
“Woop?” Cried the armless blue fish as it slowly moved around, observing the deck.
“Do you want to nickname it?” asked Marc to his son.
“No, we already have enough annoying Pokemon with annoying nicknames.” Replied Cal. “Like your Weezing, nicknamed Smogster, who they probably had to shut in an air tight room because of the way he spews smoke and gases, and, Gobat, your stupid Golbat who never stops screeching! That screeching noise drives me insane! I’m not nicknaming that stupid fish dad! Nothing you say will stop me!”
Wooper gave Cal a dirty look. Apparently, Cal insulted him by calling him a stupid fish. Wooper jumped up, and clamped onto Cal’s forehead.
“Owwww! IT BURNS!” cried Cal pulling at the Wooper, trying to get it off his head.
“Isn’t that Wooper amazing? He must’ve bred to know Stockpile! And the stuff he Stockpiles into his mouth is probably mixed with acid so he can punish opponents with am acid spray when he uses Spit Up! Kinda like Gulp Down’s Stockpile!” Exclaimed Marc.
“Shut up!” Shouted Cal
Marc’s face turned red with anger. Then, he calmed down as he thought of something.
“Okay, I’m sorry Wooper! Let go of my head!” cried Cal, who was exhausted from trying to release the Wooper’s grasp.
Wooper released Cal’s big head.
“It still burns!” Cried Cal.
“I’ll take you back to the cabin; my Vileplume can heal your burns with Aromatherapy, but only if you promise to battle your Wooper against Gulp Down, and if you give Wooper a nickname.” Replied Marc.
“Okay! Just get it to stop burning!” Cried Cal.
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“Cal wakeup! Time for are Pokemon battle!” Marc almost shouted.
“It is seven in the morning dad! I think Vileplume’s Aromatherapy didn’t fully heal those acid burns.” Replied Cal.
“That is not an excuse. Go Gulp Down!” Marc responded as he threw a Pokeball. The ball hit the floor and a Gulpin shot out of it with a burst of white energy.
“Oh whatever, go Wooper.” Mumbled Cal as he dropped a Pokeball on the floor with little care for the Pokeball or the Pokemon inside it. Wooper blasted out of the ball.
“You said you were going to nickname him.” Said Cal’s dad.
“Go Woop then.” Mumbled Cal.
Yes! Thought Marc. Having Cal nicknaming his Wooper will increase the chances of Cal bonding with it.
“Son, I’m going to teach you the basics of a Pokemon battle.” Replied Marc.” If you win you get five dollars.”
By giving Cal a reason to battle, he will battle so much, he’ll like battling. Thought Marc.
“Alright! I’m in!” Exclaimed Cal. Five dollars was a weeks allowance and to Cal, it was a lot of money.” Woop is going to beat your Gulpin!”
Italics (like this.) mean thinking.
The following chapter is most likely G rated and the only things that may or may not be inappropriate are: a boy attacked by a Cloyster, and the same boy getting clamped ( Stockpiled, whatever ) on the head by a Pokemon.
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Chapter 1
A Board The Kelecon
A Board The Kelecon
Cal stared at the ocean, leaning on the Kelecon’s railing.
Why does my dad always want me to try to become some Pokemon master? Thought Cal as he watched the sun’s glare reflect off the ocean. I doubt I’d make a good Pokemon trainer at all. I could have actually liked Pokemon if it weren’t for my dad.
Cal’s arms slipped on the boat railing they had been placed on. Cal’s hazel eyes shot open as he, almost immediately, flipped into the ocean. Cal felt his belly hit the Kelecon’s hard railing, knocking the breath out of him. He flopped straight into the ocean. He flailed like a desperate Donphan, and sunk hopelessly like one.
Come on Cal, swim like a Poliwhirl, smooth, simple strokes. The hazel eyed boy commanded himself mentally.
Cal struggled to the surface, his lungs felt like they would explode. When Cal hit the surface, he breathed in air as fast as he could. He scanned the surrounding water, looking for the Kelecon. Cal turned around, only to see a massive ship, the Kelecon, approach him, suddenly, something sharp stabbed Cal. Cal’s vision bleared as he sunk into the ocean helplessly.
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“Blasted Cloyster.” Muttered Cal’s father, Marc, as Cal regained consciousness a boarded the Kelecon in a luxurious white cabin with his dad.
“Dad?” What happened?” Asked Cal weakly. Cal’s head throbbed with pain.
Cal’s father did not respond. He was thinking heavily about something.
“Are you okay Cal?” Asked Cal’s mother as she entered the room.
“My head hurts but I’m fine.” Answered Cal with a weak grin.
“Marc, have you told him about the Pokemon you have for him? After all, it is December 20th, his birthday, he should know that you had a Pokemon for him.” Said Cal’s mother.
“I guess I’m 12 then….HEY!” Cried Cal sharply as he realized that his father, once again, wanted him to go on some Pokemon journey.
“I’m not going on some stupid quest thing dad!” cried Cal as the smile he had sported on his face, turned upside down.
“Your father and I have decided that you will go on a quest. As you know, we are going to live on Couler Isle. In order to be allowed to live there, we need you to participate in a Pokemon quest and keep a detailed journal of your adventure so researchers can learn more about Couler Isle.” Explained Cal’s mother.
“We’re going to live on Couler Isle? Asked Cal, he hadn’t even known that he was going to live on Couler Isle, his dad had told him that they were going on a cruise.
“Yes.” Replied Cal’s parents in unison
“And you will go on that quest.” Marc told Cal as if he were an idiot.
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“Cal, meet Wooper!” Exclaimed Marc as he pulled a Pokeball out from a bag, and threw it on to the floor of the deck. A blue fish busted out of the Pokeball.
“Woop?” Cried the armless blue fish as it slowly moved around, observing the deck.
“Do you want to nickname it?” asked Marc to his son.
“No, we already have enough annoying Pokemon with annoying nicknames.” Replied Cal. “Like your Weezing, nicknamed Smogster, who they probably had to shut in an air tight room because of the way he spews smoke and gases, and, Gobat, your stupid Golbat who never stops screeching! That screeching noise drives me insane! I’m not nicknaming that stupid fish dad! Nothing you say will stop me!”
Wooper gave Cal a dirty look. Apparently, Cal insulted him by calling him a stupid fish. Wooper jumped up, and clamped onto Cal’s forehead.
“Owwww! IT BURNS!” cried Cal pulling at the Wooper, trying to get it off his head.
“Isn’t that Wooper amazing? He must’ve bred to know Stockpile! And the stuff he Stockpiles into his mouth is probably mixed with acid so he can punish opponents with am acid spray when he uses Spit Up! Kinda like Gulp Down’s Stockpile!” Exclaimed Marc.
“Shut up!” Shouted Cal
Marc’s face turned red with anger. Then, he calmed down as he thought of something.
“Okay, I’m sorry Wooper! Let go of my head!” cried Cal, who was exhausted from trying to release the Wooper’s grasp.
Wooper released Cal’s big head.
“It still burns!” Cried Cal.
“I’ll take you back to the cabin; my Vileplume can heal your burns with Aromatherapy, but only if you promise to battle your Wooper against Gulp Down, and if you give Wooper a nickname.” Replied Marc.
“Okay! Just get it to stop burning!” Cried Cal.
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“Cal wakeup! Time for are Pokemon battle!” Marc almost shouted.
“It is seven in the morning dad! I think Vileplume’s Aromatherapy didn’t fully heal those acid burns.” Replied Cal.
“That is not an excuse. Go Gulp Down!” Marc responded as he threw a Pokeball. The ball hit the floor and a Gulpin shot out of it with a burst of white energy.
“Oh whatever, go Wooper.” Mumbled Cal as he dropped a Pokeball on the floor with little care for the Pokeball or the Pokemon inside it. Wooper blasted out of the ball.
“You said you were going to nickname him.” Said Cal’s dad.
“Go Woop then.” Mumbled Cal.
Yes! Thought Marc. Having Cal nicknaming his Wooper will increase the chances of Cal bonding with it.
“Son, I’m going to teach you the basics of a Pokemon battle.” Replied Marc.” If you win you get five dollars.”
By giving Cal a reason to battle, he will battle so much, he’ll like battling. Thought Marc.
“Alright! I’m in!” Exclaimed Cal. Five dollars was a weeks allowance and to Cal, it was a lot of money.” Woop is going to beat your Gulpin!”
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