Okay, so this a fanfic I wrote about Pokemon Mystery Dungeon. Based on the cartoon special and written along the lines of the game. I did this just for my pleasure so sorry if it's not descriptive enough.
Note: If you have written one similar to this, please do not think I am copying. I started writing this before I joined the forums.
Hi everyone. I’m Lewis, and I have a story to tell you. You might not believe it, I mean it is your opinion, but here it goes…
I’ve not always been like this. This all started two months ago, one morning in July. When I woke up, I felt rather odd. I felt really dizzy, like what happens when you spin round and round for ages, then stop. As I looked around me, I noticed that I was no longer in my bedroom. Instead, I was in a wood. There was a stream of running water just ahead of me. Slowly, I approached the river. I splashed the cool, refreshing water onto my body. And that’s when I noticed.
My hands were blue.
As I leapt back in amazement, I heard a ruffling in the bushes. Suddenly a Charmander ran out, puffing and panting.
“What are you doing here?” he said.
I just gaped.
“Come on, you should be back at the town,” the exhausted Pokemon continued. “Follow me!”
I didn’t, for I was too overcome by the shock of blue hands and a talking Charmander to obey. But a voice inside my head told me to. So before I left for an unknown destination, I looked at my reflection in the water.
I was a Squirtle.
Note: If you have written one similar to this, please do not think I am copying. I started writing this before I joined the forums.
Chapter 1 (obviously)
Hi everyone. I’m Lewis, and I have a story to tell you. You might not believe it, I mean it is your opinion, but here it goes…
I’ve not always been like this. This all started two months ago, one morning in July. When I woke up, I felt rather odd. I felt really dizzy, like what happens when you spin round and round for ages, then stop. As I looked around me, I noticed that I was no longer in my bedroom. Instead, I was in a wood. There was a stream of running water just ahead of me. Slowly, I approached the river. I splashed the cool, refreshing water onto my body. And that’s when I noticed.
My hands were blue.
As I leapt back in amazement, I heard a ruffling in the bushes. Suddenly a Charmander ran out, puffing and panting.
“What are you doing here?” he said.
I just gaped.
“Come on, you should be back at the town,” the exhausted Pokemon continued. “Follow me!”
I didn’t, for I was too overcome by the shock of blue hands and a talking Charmander to obey. But a voice inside my head told me to. So before I left for an unknown destination, I looked at my reflection in the water.
I was a Squirtle.