Minion the Stunky
“< Well… crap. >”
Only those two words flew through Minion’s head as the hard metal Poke Ball flew towards his pounding head. Sure, it wasn’t the most amazing thing to say before being captured, but what else was there to say? Laying on the ground in defeat, Minion looked around frantically for some means of escape. He could try to explode now, but the ball would hit him before he had the chance to blow. No, there was nothing left to do but watch the contraption ram into his face. He was being captured, being forced into the thing that he had been avoid for years now. And the worst part? He had just been beaten… by a grass type.
A large thump echoed into his thoughts as the Poke Ball knocked into his head. Flying into the air, the device opened up and beamed a red light at Minion. For a second, Minion felt a strange feeling, like he were being shrunken down to a smaller size, and closed his eyes in fear. When he opened them, everything was dark.
Without thinking, Minion Exploded inside the device… and promptly fell into unconsciousness.
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A bright line shone through Minion’s eyelids as he regained consciousness. Groaning, Minion slowly cracked his eyes opened, wincing in the light. For a moment, everything was blurry and white. Once the blurriness faded, however… well, everything was still white; white and unnatural, like some sort of freakish purgatory. He didn’t think he was dead, though he probably would’ve been happier if he were.
Frantic thoughts suddenly rushed back to him as his mind recollected the memories of the battle. Razor sharp leaves cutting through his skin, strange mesmerizing smells reminding him of the berries he still hadn’t eaten, wind blowing away his evil clones… oh, and let’s not forget him blowing up inside a Poke Ball. Yeah, he was going to be feeling those deep wounds for a while now… wait, where did his wounds go?
Minion scanned his legs and the part of his back that he could see. All the scratches and cuts that had lined his fur before had already begun to heal, as if by magic. Most Pokémon would be happy that they weren’t in excruciating pain, but seeing his wounds unnaturally disappear freaked Minion out. Yep; now was the time to leave. He took a step forward, only to walk into a glass wall.
Blinking, Minion stepped back nervously, scanning his surroundings. He was in some sort of glass chamber attached to an air tube. The chamber itself was inside a completely white room filled with metal beds and white blankets and… and… Pokémon bodies. At least a dozen different Pokémon were lying on the beds, groaning in pain or still from unconsciousness.
A shadow appeared over the glass chamber, and Minion turned, shaking, to the pink-haired human leaning over him with a needle and a smile on her face. Silently, the human put on some sort of weird mask that covered over her nose and pressed some buttons on a weird machine, completely ignoring the shaking Pokémon behind her. They're gonna poison me, the words reverberated through Minion’s skull, They’re gonna poison me and watch me suffer and turn me into a hat and stuff me with cotton-
The glass lifted, and the pink-haired human walked up to him, needle poised. “Alright, Minion,” (she said something else, but Minion was too busy trying to figure out HOW THE HECK she knew his name.) “Now, stay still and –“
“< GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!! >” Minion screamed, leaping off of… well, whatever the thing he was standing on was, and dashed around the room for his life, looking for some sort of escape. The pink-haired human put a hand over her mouth and gasped.
“Oh, dear!” she exclaimed, “Chansey, come over here!”
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After some twenty minutes of overturning of beds, several uses of the moves Sing and Poison Gas, and three throwings of a Poke Ball…
Nurse Joy appeared from behind a pair of double doors with a tray holding two Poké Balls. Setting the tray on the counter, she typed a few notes onto her computer and had just pressed the ‘enter’ key when Kris walked up eagerly to the counter.
“These mine?” Kris asked, pointing to the Poke Balls. Nurse Joy nodded, and he happily snatched the two balls off of the tray, adding a quick, “Thanks!”
Nurse Joy smiled and bowed. “Please, come back any time!” She said, smiling.
Kris threw the two Poke Balls into the air. Minion, who had been thrashing inside of his Poke Ball in an attempt to get out, almost tripped as he suddenly reappeared on the slick Center floor. Slightly dazed, he looked around quickly. Apparently, he had been moved into some other part of the building where they actually painted the walls. … Huh. Human contraptions were so… weird.
He scurried around the Center, taking note of the square walls, square windows… square everything, really, ignoring the curious stares by the two trainers and their Pokémon. Sure, he had been captured , he was part of their team and now forced to follow them around, but if any of those sissies (including the Tropius, who, Minion realized, must have gotten lucky) believed that he would actually enjoy his captivity, they were wrong.
That, and the fact that he was tired. Though he felt it was more of the first one than anything.
He glanced at his new master, who was staring at him with a big grin on his face. It was… unnerving, to say the least. Not just the grin, but the fact that he’d be listening to... to that for who knows how long. Boy, if he was going to get out of this predicament, he was going to have to start on his escape plan now…
A few quick looks at the rest of the party told him all he needed to know. Two lovebirds, a baby, and a whole lot of happy-go-lucky weaklings. The only one that really looked promising was the Sneasel, but that possibility was broken as soon as the thing started ranting on about something Minion couldn’t hear.
He’d kill to be a Ghost-type right about now. Then he could just phase through the walls and disappear….