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-[Kid Rocket]-
Chapter 1:
An alarm starts buzzing like a wild beedril. The horrid noise interrupts John’s sleep. He flies out of bed and on to the floor.
“Dammit, not again...”
He slams the alarm clock with great force, and cracks the glass. But it turned off, that’s all he cared about. He walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, where he got out some Poke-Cereal and poured a bowl. John is not a nice kid. He’s not pure evil either, but he is naughty. He once heard of an international team of Pokemon thieves named Team Rocket. He would one day like to join that team, oh the mischief he could cause. But now he had to focus on more recent tasks. Beating his sensei.
John is 12 years old, pretty much 13. He doesn’t care much about life, as he learned a theory by a famous philosopher. He didn’t believe much in any spirits, or demons, or angels, or anything like that. He just, “existed”, as far as he can tell. He got his first pokemon at 11. A Magby he found crying in the bushes. He took it home, and gave him some berries, the best in all of Jhoto. Looks like he had been chewing on some poison bark.
He lived in a medium, middle class family in the outskirts of Violet City. He trained his Magby ever since he got it, so far he knows ember, leer, and smokescreen. He never tried out smokescreen yet, however. He was saving it for his battle today.
He ate his cereal and got his cloths on. He slung a bag of food over his back and released his Magby. They started on the way to Falkner’s gym. They passed through the sprout tower, on the way there. He shuddered at all the Monks. Falkner didn’t like John much, likewise for John. But as long as he wanted to learn, Falkner was willing to teach. Even if it is reluctant.
Enjoy, more coming soon!
Chapter 1:
An alarm starts buzzing like a wild beedril. The horrid noise interrupts John’s sleep. He flies out of bed and on to the floor.
“Dammit, not again...”
He slams the alarm clock with great force, and cracks the glass. But it turned off, that’s all he cared about. He walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, where he got out some Poke-Cereal and poured a bowl. John is not a nice kid. He’s not pure evil either, but he is naughty. He once heard of an international team of Pokemon thieves named Team Rocket. He would one day like to join that team, oh the mischief he could cause. But now he had to focus on more recent tasks. Beating his sensei.
John is 12 years old, pretty much 13. He doesn’t care much about life, as he learned a theory by a famous philosopher. He didn’t believe much in any spirits, or demons, or angels, or anything like that. He just, “existed”, as far as he can tell. He got his first pokemon at 11. A Magby he found crying in the bushes. He took it home, and gave him some berries, the best in all of Jhoto. Looks like he had been chewing on some poison bark.
He lived in a medium, middle class family in the outskirts of Violet City. He trained his Magby ever since he got it, so far he knows ember, leer, and smokescreen. He never tried out smokescreen yet, however. He was saving it for his battle today.
He ate his cereal and got his cloths on. He slung a bag of food over his back and released his Magby. They started on the way to Falkner’s gym. They passed through the sprout tower, on the way there. He shuddered at all the Monks. Falkner didn’t like John much, likewise for John. But as long as he wanted to learn, Falkner was willing to teach. Even if it is reluctant.
Enjoy, more coming soon!