Naetoru & Stitch
Sending out an S.O.S
I don't know if my new story, Maxie- The PBF Academy, should be told in first person or third person, so I will let readers decide!
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You walk up to the bar and pull out a stool, slumping down on it and wondering why there are three bartenders staring at you instead of one. Or why they’re staring at you at all, in fact.
Tiredly I waved to the woman, wondering why she had come to me and not someone far more experienced. Still, money’s money, and the case didn’t sound that hard. Knowing I had little time to prepare I turned to the papers that lay in disarray on my desk and shoved them into the trash.
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Walking away from the detective’s office I couldn’t help but wonder if I had made a mistake. His credentials were decent, sure, but he was awfully young. Still, he didn’t stare at me like the others had, wanting to help me more for my body then anything else.
With Stella’s voice in close range, I know I can’t stand up, or she might just see me. So I continue to crawl through the dirt, leaves, and squashed berries, trying to keep up with the bug Pokémon. I can’t move that fast, but it seems to notice that and slows down a bit until we finally reached a tree in the middle of the clearing, surrounded closely by a bunch of bushes. The Caterpie jumps up and down again, before darting into the bushes, with me quickly behind it.
When I finally clear the bushes enough for me to see, I notice that the Caterpie has squeezed itself through a gap in the tree roots – it looks like it had been dug out by some dog pokemon or somethin’ before. I don’t really know if I can fit, but I guess I can try.
Somehow, I manage to fit in the tiny entrance, curled up like my neighbor’s Meowth on a rug in front of the window. There’s enough room for the Caterpie to fit, too, and at the sound of Stella’s voice, it begins to turn nervously in tight circles.
I eye him carefully. “Stella’s not that scary, you know. Well,” I admit, “she can be a little bit scary sometimes. She’s kinda like a dog, I guess: throw her a bone an’ she’s nice enough..” I pause. “Or maybe she’s like a cat, she likes them better.”
With Stella’s voice in close range, you know you can’t stand up, or she might just see you. So, you continue your crawl through the foliage, dirt, and berries, trying your best to keep up with the bug Pokemon. You can’t really move that fast, crawling on your hands and knees like you are, and luckily for you, the Caterpie notices this and slows down, allowing you to keep up.
When you finally clear the bushes, you spot the Caterpie just as it squeezes itself through a gap in the tree roots of a rather large tree. It’s a rather large gap, certainly enough for you to squeeze through – it’s as if it was dug out some time before, by a dog Pokemon or the like – or maybe a Pikachu. Just maybe – just maybe you can fit.
Looking over your shoulder, your gaze becomes determined. You’re going to try – Stella’s not going to win this round.
Somehow, you manage to fit underneath the tree, though you’re forced to curl up in a tight ball just to fit -- there’s enough room for the Caterpie to fit, too, and at the sound of Stella’s loud voice, it begins to turn nervously in tight circles. You’re kind of nervous yourself – not like you’ll admit it.
You look at him oddly. Really, Stella’s not that scary – and you tell the Caterpie so. “Stella’s not that scary, you know. Well,” , you admit, “she can be a little bit scary sometimes. She’s kinda like a dog, I guess: throw her a bone an’ she’s nice enough...” you pause. “Or maybe she’s like a cat, she likes them better.”
Shawn winced. With Stella so close to where he was know, he just knew he couldn’t stand up to follow the Caterpie a bit faster; he would just have to trudge it. Shawn tried his best to keep up to the bug-type, rather amazed that something so tiny could go so fast. On his hands and knees, Shawn really couldn’t go very fast. The foliage scratched him as he went through the bushes, while smashing the berries with his knees and palms weren’t exactly the most pleasant of feelings either – it made him feel unnecessarily sticky.
To Shawn’s immense relief, the Caterpie noticed his apparent lag, and slowed down – though it was apparent it wanted to get away to the stop it was leading him to as fast as possible.
When Shawn finally cleared the bushes, he was just in time to see the Caterpie squeeze through and overly large gap in the tree roots of a tree in the center of the clearing. It’s a rather large gap, certainly big enough for him to squeeze through if he tried; Shawn had hidden in smaller places than that – well.. hopefully anyway. Well, Shawn knew he could at least try - he wasn’t going to let Stella win this round.
Somehow, Shawn managed to squeeze himself through the gap and into the little, dark hide-away the Caterpie had provided. It was still cramped, and Shawn was forced to curl up into a ball like a cat just to fit without any arms or legs sticking out.
The Caterpie still had enough room to fit too, and was beginning to run ain tight circles with apparent nervousness – even more so when Stella’s loud voice filtered over to where he and the Caterpie was hid away.
Still, Shawn couldn’t help but stare at the strange little Caterpie. Stella’s not really that scary. Frowning, Shawn decided to tell the Caterpie so. “Stella’s not that scary, you know. Well…” Shawn finally admitted a moment later, “she can be a little bit scary sometimes. She’s kinda like a dog, I guess: throw her a bone an’ she’s nice enough...” he paused. “Or maybe she’s like a cat, she likes them better.”