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Well, i like the love thing starting with alex and dizzy and to make it even more hilarious make it a love triangle!! And make the two girls rivas trying to compete for alex's attention. If you already have that planned sorry for ruining it
lol. Keep it up with this great fic hope your writer's block gets cured so you can keep the fic going .
I wasn't planning on doing that, since a Grovyle-Dizzy-Alex triangle would be awkward (I'm not big I'm mushy-gushy sappy romance, but I thought I could do so very funny things with a little puppy love in here
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Chapter Four: Viridian: Home of the Weirdest Men in Kanto!
Never before had Dizzy been taunted so much in her lifetime. Almost every word that came out of Grovyle’s mouth was ‘Dizzy and Alex, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!’, and instead of green, Grovyle’s face was a bright shade of red from the umpteen amount of times Dizzy had slapped her. During one of the moments Grovyle was actually quiet, they all stopped and saw a very strange man. He was standing on an empty plot of land, with a woman just as aged standing next to him. He was shouting something at her, and some nearby children stopped and listened to the new words that would improve their vocabulary.
“I want my coffee, and I want that sh*t NOW!” The old-as-dirt man shouted, stomping his feet in a tantrum.
“Calm down dear, the barista said he is getting a fresh batch of coffee beans today from Coffee Co.”
“I DON’T F*CKIN’ CARE! HE SAID LATER ON TODAY, SO HE CAN KISS MY A** WHEN I GO IN THERE LOOKING FOR MY D*MN COFFEE, WOMAN!!!”
The main three protagonists in this tale walked over to where the old man was cursing, and Grovyle tapped on his shoulder.
“Huh? WHO IN THE NAME OF ARCEUS ARE YOU FREAKS?! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS GREEN PLANT THING?”
There was a disturbance in the land of Johto as the elderly man yelled the name ‘Arceus’, or to some, ‘Ariel’, or to very few, ‘Armantinehondalavistamacarona’.
“He did NOT just call me a
thing!” Grovyle exclaimed, taken aback at the statement.
“Anyways, what are you yelling about?”
“Oh, me? Well, I was yelling about not having coffee. But, I actually have coffee, so I was yelling about not having coffee when I had coffee, but I also wanted more coffee so I was yelling about having not having and having coffee, and I wanted better tasting coffee, so I was yelling about having not having having wanting not wanting coffee.” He finished proudly.
You’d have thought Dizzy and Grovyle were unable to comprehend English.
“So you were yelling about having not having having not having wanting not having not wanting coffee?” Alex asked.
“No, I was yelling about having not having having wanting not wanting coffee. And on top of that, I was acting!”
One word to describe our faces? Dumbstruck.
“Anyways, I will now show you how to catch a Pokémon!” the man said. He pulled a small yellow box that slightly resembled a TV from his bag and touched a few options. A man appeared on the screen, standing on a flat patch of land, surrounded by grass. There were subtitles at the bottom of the screen, since TVs in Pokémon don’t get sound reception. Much like Pokémon toilets.
“HELLO, THIS IS YOUR BELOVED MAXIMO. TODAY I WILL SHOW YOU HOW TO CATCH A POKEMON!” the subtitles Read in all caps.
“Umm, Mr. Dinosaur, who is this?” Grovyle asked.
“Why, that is me of course! I’ve cut my hair, and I may be a few inches shorter, but be honest; I look just as s*xy as I did back then, don’t I?” he said, striking an odd pose that old men should never strike. The thing is, the two have about as much in common as a Pikachu has with an Arceus.
There was yet another disturbance in Johto at the mention of Armantinehondalavistamacarona’s name.
“Mm-hmm, sure, whatever you say old man…” Alex said sarcastically. All four looked back down at the box, watching the tutorial on how to catch a Weedle. When it was over the heroes made an excuse to get away (how convenient that when one person asks about a bathroom, Port-A-Potties are mass produced and sent to each Pokémon center.) On their way, they passed…
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…A meditating man. He was also on a flat plot of land, but was surrounded by a clear lake on his right, some trees behind him and in front of him (one was very small) and a rocky cliff to his left. The three approached him, and he started mumbling something about dreams. Once again, Grovyle was the shoulder-tapper. The man floated in the air and turned to face them.
“Hello children. I am the man who lives with the Drowzee, the man who eats dreams. My name is too long to pronounce, but you may call me Mr. Dream Eater. Now, does anybody have a Drowzee? I will teach them how to eat dreams.
“No, I don’t have a Drowzee, but I have an Eevee. Can they eat dreams?” Alex replied.
“No, what else do you have?”
“I have a Nidoran. I heard they can eat dreams!” Alex, piped up again.
“No, they can’t.”
“Oh, yeah, I just remembered, I brought along a Magikarp! Can they eat dreams?” Dizzy said.
“NO, WHY THE F*CK WOULD A FISH EAT DREAMS?!?”
“Well, they can fly…”
“No, they-Hubawubahunhuhwha-?!?!” the old man said, astonished. You would be too if you saw a Magikarp flop into the lake, and then scale the mountain in a single flop.
“But, but, but-“
“Dizzy, what the heck? I thought you said you wanted to start out on a fresh journey? And where the hell did you find a Magikarp that flies?” Grovyle asked, astonished as the old man.
“Well, I only said I didn’t want to overpower the little Pokémon with a trained Togekiss; if I didn’t bring a Pokémon, I would mysteriously black out and be sent back to a Pokémon center. And as for where I got it, let’s just say I met a guy who sold it to me for only 500 Pokedollars!”
“Well, do either of you have anything else?” the old man said to Alex and Dizzy, not figuring that Grovyle also owned a Pokémon.
“Hey, I own a Dunsparce!”
“Wha-? How the heck can a Grovyle own a Dunsparce?”
“’Cause Prof. Oak’s an idiot.” Gorvyle answered.
“Can’t argue with that. So, let me see your Dunsparce.” Grovyle released her Dunsarce, who stared at the Mr. Dream Eater with unblinking closed eyes. “And now, by the power invested in me, my Drowzee, and Mr. Potato Head, your Dunsparce shall now learn Dream Eater!”
There was a flash, in which Dizzy could’ve sworn she saw Dunsparce’s eyes open, and the old man said
“There, you Dunsparce now knows Dream Eater.”
“Yay, and now I shall test it out on *coughcoughDizzy’s boy-“
“Hey, why’d you say ‘asterisk cough cough Dizzy’s’?”
“No reason whatsoever, Alex. I’ll just test it out on you, then. Dunsparce, I command you to EAT ALEX’S DREAMS!”
“Well, okay then.”
”So you picked a stupid one, did you Dizzy?” Grovyle whispered, smirking.
After hearing the command, the Dunsparce did nothing.
“Wow, Grovyle, you’re really stupid. It only works on
sleeping Pokémon.” Mr. Dream Eater said. Dizzy burst out laughing.
If looks could kill, Dizzy would be dead twice now.
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“WEEEEEEEEEE!! WEEE WEEEE WEEEEEEEEEE!! WEEEEE WEEEEE WEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Bob whinnied, hair blowing in the wind.
“Bob, calm down. No need to be the zip lining pig from the Geicko commercial.” Drago said slightly irritated. She seemed to be the only sane one of the group; Psy was obsessing over her broken heel, and was clutching it and asking how much it would cost for surgery to have her shoe repaired, and then there was the Geicko pig. Drago definitely enjoyed the saliva flying off his tongue right into her face.
Why she let him lead, she’ll never know.
“Alright, Mr. Piggy, High heels, we’re above Cinnabar now.” As soon as they all landed, Psy rushed to the Pokémon center to see if they knew shoe surgery.
“Wait, doesn’t she own, like, ten thousand other pairs of shoes? Why are those particular ones so important?” Bob asked.
“It’s woman stuff. You wouldn’t understand.” Drago answered.
“Like I wouldn’t understand where babies come from? Because my mommy told me that when a mommy and a daddy love each other very much, they-“
“Alright, we’ve all been to middle school health class, we know how babies are made!” Drago yelled, dismissing the subject. They were silent, and waited outside the Pokémon center, Drago holding a GPS. There was a small yellow dot moving towards the road leading to Victory Road, along with two blue dots moving with it.
“Bob, go get Psy; our target’s on the move!”
After a few minutes, Bob came out of the center alone.
“BOB!? WHERE’S PSY?!”
“I can’t go there.”
“What the hell do you mean? Tell me where she is!”
“She’s in the bathroom.”
“Well, that shouldn’t be too big of a deal, considering you know how babies are made.”
“No, shut up! Just go get her!” Bob yelled, annoyed by Drago’s teasing. Drago was cracking up as she walked through the sliding glass doors, which closed silently behind her.
Meanwhile, back in Viridian, a creature lurked in the darkness, along with two assistants, watching a certain three people very closely.
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And our certain protagonists marched onward towards the very short Route 2, when Alex screamed identically to a fan girl.
“OMIGOSHOMIGOSHMOIGOSHOMIGOSHOMIGOSHOMIGOSHOMIGOSH!!! A GGGGGGGYYYYYYMMMMMM!!!!!!!”
“Uh, what?” Dizzy asked, confused. She saw a building not too far away that was approximately the size of a Pokémon center. It was brown and easily identified by the large glass roof. Alex ran over to the door, followed by Dizzy and Grovyle, when he screamed just like a very unoriginal villan.
“NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! IT’S CLOSED!!!! WHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWYHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHY?!?!?!?!?!?! I DON’T DESERVE THIS!!!”
“Calm down, it’s okay, there’s a gym in Pewter City as well, we’ll just go there instead.” Grovyle said.
“I seem to remember you saying you’ve never been to Kanto before. How would you know about the Pewter gym?” Dizzy questioned suspiciously.
“I uh, um, saw a uh, Town Map in the, um, Pokémon center! Y-you know, it had the cities and towns and gyms. Yeah, that’s what I did!” Grovyle answered, sounding more confident the further into her sentence she got.
“Sure, whatever. Anyways, let’s keep going forward onto Route 2 (which is very short)!”
The trio continued onwards, leaving the modern city filled with many odd men.
The three mysterious creatures followed them in the shadows.
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Yes, this chapter is a little shorter, but I think it’s good the way it is.
Also, I have been stalking the number of views, and my guess is that there are some of you out there who just read and don’t comment, which is perfectly fine. Your views are appreciated, and I just wanted to say that I know you’re there.
