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Byakugan Tenten
The Great Butler
Legendary Suicune Girl of Pokemon
Bay
Fez the Mysfit Elf
Moonlight Locust
Timothy and the Story About Pokemon (AKA Gotta Nuke 'Em All!)
Rated PG-13.
I don't own Pokemon. If I did, I wouldn't be here right now.
Chapter 1: Introductions and Such
Pallet Town
Timothy laid in his bed, tired. His strange yellow eyes were closed, and his blonde hair was flat on his face. Tim was very relaxed, until his mom yelled at him. “Wake up Tim! You’re going to be late for your Pokemon.”
Tim wake up, confused, but then became angry. He yelled back, “How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t want a Pokemon?”
His mom appeared at the foot of his bed. “You have to have a Pokemon. It’s the law!”
“Says who?”
Timothy’s mom stood there. She had no good answer to the question, so she completely disregarded it. “Hurry up and eat your breakfast. You’ll be late if you don’t.”
Tim groaned. “I don’t want a Pokemon! And you know why!” he shouted.
“That Arcanine was not going to bite you! It just wanted to play!”
Tim’s voice lowered. “You weren’t there. The look in its eye, it was… it was… bloodthirsty.”
“That’s nonsense. Now get ready!”
~~~~~~~~~~
Tim left his house in Pallet Town soon after. He made his way towards Professor Oak’s laboratory.
“You are late,” Oak said sternly.
“I don’t care. I don’t want a Pokemon anyway!”
Oak’s face became as red as a Slugma. “Criminal!” he yelled.
Tim became nervous. “What do you mean?”
Oak took out a worn hardcover book. He turned to a specific page and read from it. “Anyone who does not take their Pokemon on their tenth birthday is considered a criminal.”
“That’s an actual law? I thought my mom was lying.”
Oak shook his head. “She wasn’t. I’m sorry, but now I’m going to have to take you to jail.”
~~~~~~~~~~
The officers looked surprised as Oak dragged Timothy by his collar into the jail. “What seems to be the problem?” one officer asked.
“This boy doesn’t want his Pokemon,” Oak said.
Upon hearing this, both officers went to Tim and dragged him into another room. This one was dim, with the only light coming from a tiny light bulb. “Okay jerk,” the officer began. “You say you don’t want a Pokemon. Well too bad, it’s the law.”
“I don’t want one.”
“Oh, you don’t?” the officer screamed in Tim’s face. Tim noticed the officer’s badge had the name Tom on it. “Well I don’t care about what you want! I care about the law, dammit! You will take a Pokemon!”
“No,” Tim calmly said.
“Ignore him Tim. How about a nice can of soda?” The other officer, Joe, gave Tim a cold can of soda. Tim drank it as Tom began yelling.
“How dare you give him a can of soda? He doesn’t deserve it! He broke the law! He’s a criminal! He should be thrown in jail!” By this time, Tim had finished his soda, and Joe gave him another. “What you’re giving him another soda! Are you crazy! Giving a criminal a soda is crazy!”
“Ignore him,” Joe told Tim. “He’s doing nothing to advance the story.”
Tim, who had finished his second soda, now realized he had to go to the bathroom. “Joe, I have to pee! Can I leave?”
Joe’s face now put on a maniacal grin. “Ha! That was the brilliance of my plan!” Joe laughed. “By giving you soda, I knew you would have to pee! So, I’ll only let you go if you take a Pokemon!” Joe evilly laughed right in Tim’s face. “So now what are you going to do?”
Tim got up, pushed in his chair, and walked to the corner of the room. He unzippered his pants and began to pee. After that, he zippered his pants and sat back down in his seat. “Listen,” he said to Joe. “I don’t want a Pokemon. I really hate them. But, if you insist, I’ll take one anyway so that this whole thing can end, and you can go home happy.”
“Sure,” said Joe. “Why did you wait ‘til now to say that, though?”
“I don’t know. I’m just doing what the writer tells me to do.”
~~~~~~~~~~
Back at Oak’s lab, Tim got scolded at. “Now you’re really late!”
“Let me take a guess. I’m going to get a Pikachu now, right?” guessed Tim.
“Wrong!”
“But I wanted a Pikachu! They’re so cute and fuzzy! It’s the Pokemon I hate the least!”
“Too bad. You got three choices. There’s Bulbasaur, Charmander, and Squirtle. Pick one!”
“I don’t like any of those!” complained Tim. “At least give me an electric type!”
“No”
“Yes”
“No”
“Yes”
“No”
“Yes! Yes! YES!”
“I give up,” said Oak. “I’ll give you an electric type.” Oak took out a bag.
“What is that?” asked Tim. “Is that a pocketbook?”
“No, fool, it is a murse.” Tim looked confused. “C’mon, you know. A man purse!”
Tim laughed at Oak. “You have a purse!”
“No, moron, it’s a murse!” Oak took out a Pokeball from his murse. “Here it is!” Oak tossed the Pokeball to Tim, but he missed and it crashed into one of the professor’s computer monitors. Out of the ball came a creature with a blue body and a fluffy yellow coat of wool. It had a yellow and black tail with an orb at the end.
“Mareep!” it cried happily.
“This is a Mareep,” Professor Oak told Tim. “It is known as the wool Pokemon. Mareep’s fluffy coat of wool rubs together and builds a static charge. The more static electricity is charged, the more brightly the light bulb at the tip of its tail glows. Its fleece grows continually. In the summer, the fleece is fully shed, but it grows back in a week. If static electricity builds in its body, its fleece doubles in volume. Touching it will shock you.” Oak finished his lecture, satisfied, but then noticed Tim was lying on the ground, sleeping. “Wake up, Tim!” screeched Oak, and Tim woke up suddenly.
Tim saw his Mareep. “Aww… it doesn’t look so bad. It looks kind of cute.” He rushed over to the Mareep and hugged it, but was shocked. “Ow, that hurt! Why didn’t you tell me about that, old man?”
Oak’s face was now a deep red. “THAT’S IT! MY FINAL FUSE HAS BEEN LIT! I CAN’T STAND YOU, YOU WHINEY BRAT! YOU ARE UNLIKABLE AND UNRELATABLE TO THE READERS! I CHALLENGE YOU TO A POKEMON BATTLE!” he boomed.
“No need to speak in all caps, old timer, but I accept your challenge anyway.”
*********************************
Pokemon Trainer Tim vs. Professor Oak
*********************************
Professor Oak took a Pokeball out from his murse. “Go, Dragonite!” An orange dragon appeared.
“Erm… okay Mareep. Go out there.” Mareep turned to face Dragonite.
“I’ll give you the first move, since you’re a noob,” said Professor Oak.
“Nobody calls me a noob! Mareep… uh… attack.” Mareep was confused at first, but then decided it would tackle. It went running head on to Dragonite, but Dragonite turned around and whacked Mareep with its tail.
“Good job Dragonite! Now use hyper beam!” The Dragonite flew in a loop, and then sent a white beam soaring out of its mouth and towards Mareep. Mareep dodged it, sending the beam crashing into Oak’s file cabinets. “All that research!” Oak cried.
Tim noticed that Dragonite was weak from the hyper beam attack, and was now on the ground, resting. “Mareep, do whatever you did before!” Mareep once again went running to Dragonite, and this time the attack made contact. However, Dragonite hardly moved, and the attack seemed unaffecting.
Oak yelled more commands at Dragonite. “Another hyper beam!” he yelled, but Dragonite was still weak from the last one and couldn’t move.
“Mareep, another… tackle!” Tim shouted, and Mareep ran towards Dragonite again. Dragonite had now recovered from the hyper beam, though, and now sent another one at Mareep. Mareep was running head on into a hyper beam and couldn’t stop.
The beam collided with Mareep. In a fabulous explosion, Mareep was sent flying into some of Oak’s computer monitors, causing them to get chipped of broken. Mareep struggled to move, but it fainted.
*********************************
“Well there we have it. I won, I won, I won!” taunted Oak. He returned Dragonite to its Pokeball. Tim did the same to Mareep.
“Will my Mareep get better?” Tim asked.
“If you take it to a Pokemon Center, it will. Unfortunately for you, the nearest one is in Viridian City.”
“So I have to travel there alone?”
“No,” answered Oak. “I’m paying a visit to Bill, who lives near Cerulean City. I’d also like to visit my grandson in Viridian. He’s the gym leader there.”
“Gym leader! Can I battle him?” questioned an excited Tim.
“We’ll see. He is pretty strong. Now if only I could remember his name…”
~~~~~~~~~~
Route 1
Professor Oak and Tim had been traveling on Route 1 for about a half hour. The journey had been mostly silent. However, Oak tried to start conversation. “So, what made you so against Pokemon?”
Tim looked at Oak for a second, and then answered. “Well, it is very hard to explain. I’m going to have to use a flashback.”
“I hate flashbacks.”
“Me too.”
It is a bright, sunny day in Pallet Town. Today is the day of the town fair, and everyone is excited. Tim wakes his mom up early so that they can avoid the lines.
After riding on a few rides and eating a lot of cotton candy, Tim’s mom has to use the bathroom. She lets Tim go exploring by himself. He sees a tent labeled K9 and enters it.
Inside the tent is a police office with a fiery red Arcanine. “This is a police dog,” the officer said. “It helps us solve crimes.” The Arcanine then proceeded to do tricks, such as finding hidden items and jumping through hoops.
At the end of the presentation, the officer welcomed the audience to come down and pet Arcanine. Tim gladly got up. However, as Timothy approached the Arcanine, it barked. Tim ran away in fear, and the dog gave pursuit, still barking. It was impossible to outrun the Arcanine, and soon it pounced on Tim. Tim saw its glaring eyes, its teeth, ready to bite. Luckily, the officer came to the rescue, and got Arcanine away from Tim before it attacked.
“That’s my story. That’s why I’m afraid of Pokemon,” said Tim.
“Well, it wasn’t that bad. I still prefer a good novel over a flashback any day, though.” A building appeared over the horizon, and the professor pointed at it. “We must be close to Viridian City now,” he told Tim.
“I can’t wait!”
End of Chapter 1
Byakugan Tenten
The Great Butler
Legendary Suicune Girl of Pokemon
Bay
Fez the Mysfit Elf
Moonlight Locust
Timothy and the Story About Pokemon (AKA Gotta Nuke 'Em All!)
Rated PG-13.
I don't own Pokemon. If I did, I wouldn't be here right now.
Chapter 1: Introductions and Such
Pallet Town
Timothy laid in his bed, tired. His strange yellow eyes were closed, and his blonde hair was flat on his face. Tim was very relaxed, until his mom yelled at him. “Wake up Tim! You’re going to be late for your Pokemon.”
Tim wake up, confused, but then became angry. He yelled back, “How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t want a Pokemon?”
His mom appeared at the foot of his bed. “You have to have a Pokemon. It’s the law!”
“Says who?”
Timothy’s mom stood there. She had no good answer to the question, so she completely disregarded it. “Hurry up and eat your breakfast. You’ll be late if you don’t.”
Tim groaned. “I don’t want a Pokemon! And you know why!” he shouted.
“That Arcanine was not going to bite you! It just wanted to play!”
Tim’s voice lowered. “You weren’t there. The look in its eye, it was… it was… bloodthirsty.”
“That’s nonsense. Now get ready!”
~~~~~~~~~~
Tim left his house in Pallet Town soon after. He made his way towards Professor Oak’s laboratory.
“You are late,” Oak said sternly.
“I don’t care. I don’t want a Pokemon anyway!”
Oak’s face became as red as a Slugma. “Criminal!” he yelled.
Tim became nervous. “What do you mean?”
Oak took out a worn hardcover book. He turned to a specific page and read from it. “Anyone who does not take their Pokemon on their tenth birthday is considered a criminal.”
“That’s an actual law? I thought my mom was lying.”
Oak shook his head. “She wasn’t. I’m sorry, but now I’m going to have to take you to jail.”
~~~~~~~~~~
The officers looked surprised as Oak dragged Timothy by his collar into the jail. “What seems to be the problem?” one officer asked.
“This boy doesn’t want his Pokemon,” Oak said.
Upon hearing this, both officers went to Tim and dragged him into another room. This one was dim, with the only light coming from a tiny light bulb. “Okay jerk,” the officer began. “You say you don’t want a Pokemon. Well too bad, it’s the law.”
“I don’t want one.”
“Oh, you don’t?” the officer screamed in Tim’s face. Tim noticed the officer’s badge had the name Tom on it. “Well I don’t care about what you want! I care about the law, dammit! You will take a Pokemon!”
“No,” Tim calmly said.
“Ignore him Tim. How about a nice can of soda?” The other officer, Joe, gave Tim a cold can of soda. Tim drank it as Tom began yelling.
“How dare you give him a can of soda? He doesn’t deserve it! He broke the law! He’s a criminal! He should be thrown in jail!” By this time, Tim had finished his soda, and Joe gave him another. “What you’re giving him another soda! Are you crazy! Giving a criminal a soda is crazy!”
“Ignore him,” Joe told Tim. “He’s doing nothing to advance the story.”
Tim, who had finished his second soda, now realized he had to go to the bathroom. “Joe, I have to pee! Can I leave?”
Joe’s face now put on a maniacal grin. “Ha! That was the brilliance of my plan!” Joe laughed. “By giving you soda, I knew you would have to pee! So, I’ll only let you go if you take a Pokemon!” Joe evilly laughed right in Tim’s face. “So now what are you going to do?”
Tim got up, pushed in his chair, and walked to the corner of the room. He unzippered his pants and began to pee. After that, he zippered his pants and sat back down in his seat. “Listen,” he said to Joe. “I don’t want a Pokemon. I really hate them. But, if you insist, I’ll take one anyway so that this whole thing can end, and you can go home happy.”
“Sure,” said Joe. “Why did you wait ‘til now to say that, though?”
“I don’t know. I’m just doing what the writer tells me to do.”
~~~~~~~~~~
Back at Oak’s lab, Tim got scolded at. “Now you’re really late!”
“Let me take a guess. I’m going to get a Pikachu now, right?” guessed Tim.
“Wrong!”
“But I wanted a Pikachu! They’re so cute and fuzzy! It’s the Pokemon I hate the least!”
“Too bad. You got three choices. There’s Bulbasaur, Charmander, and Squirtle. Pick one!”
“I don’t like any of those!” complained Tim. “At least give me an electric type!”
“No”
“Yes”
“No”
“Yes”
“No”
“Yes! Yes! YES!”
“I give up,” said Oak. “I’ll give you an electric type.” Oak took out a bag.
“What is that?” asked Tim. “Is that a pocketbook?”
“No, fool, it is a murse.” Tim looked confused. “C’mon, you know. A man purse!”
Tim laughed at Oak. “You have a purse!”
“No, moron, it’s a murse!” Oak took out a Pokeball from his murse. “Here it is!” Oak tossed the Pokeball to Tim, but he missed and it crashed into one of the professor’s computer monitors. Out of the ball came a creature with a blue body and a fluffy yellow coat of wool. It had a yellow and black tail with an orb at the end.
“Mareep!” it cried happily.
“This is a Mareep,” Professor Oak told Tim. “It is known as the wool Pokemon. Mareep’s fluffy coat of wool rubs together and builds a static charge. The more static electricity is charged, the more brightly the light bulb at the tip of its tail glows. Its fleece grows continually. In the summer, the fleece is fully shed, but it grows back in a week. If static electricity builds in its body, its fleece doubles in volume. Touching it will shock you.” Oak finished his lecture, satisfied, but then noticed Tim was lying on the ground, sleeping. “Wake up, Tim!” screeched Oak, and Tim woke up suddenly.
Tim saw his Mareep. “Aww… it doesn’t look so bad. It looks kind of cute.” He rushed over to the Mareep and hugged it, but was shocked. “Ow, that hurt! Why didn’t you tell me about that, old man?”
Oak’s face was now a deep red. “THAT’S IT! MY FINAL FUSE HAS BEEN LIT! I CAN’T STAND YOU, YOU WHINEY BRAT! YOU ARE UNLIKABLE AND UNRELATABLE TO THE READERS! I CHALLENGE YOU TO A POKEMON BATTLE!” he boomed.
“No need to speak in all caps, old timer, but I accept your challenge anyway.”
*********************************
Pokemon Trainer Tim vs. Professor Oak
*********************************
Professor Oak took a Pokeball out from his murse. “Go, Dragonite!” An orange dragon appeared.
“Erm… okay Mareep. Go out there.” Mareep turned to face Dragonite.
“I’ll give you the first move, since you’re a noob,” said Professor Oak.
“Nobody calls me a noob! Mareep… uh… attack.” Mareep was confused at first, but then decided it would tackle. It went running head on to Dragonite, but Dragonite turned around and whacked Mareep with its tail.
“Good job Dragonite! Now use hyper beam!” The Dragonite flew in a loop, and then sent a white beam soaring out of its mouth and towards Mareep. Mareep dodged it, sending the beam crashing into Oak’s file cabinets. “All that research!” Oak cried.
Tim noticed that Dragonite was weak from the hyper beam attack, and was now on the ground, resting. “Mareep, do whatever you did before!” Mareep once again went running to Dragonite, and this time the attack made contact. However, Dragonite hardly moved, and the attack seemed unaffecting.
Oak yelled more commands at Dragonite. “Another hyper beam!” he yelled, but Dragonite was still weak from the last one and couldn’t move.
“Mareep, another… tackle!” Tim shouted, and Mareep ran towards Dragonite again. Dragonite had now recovered from the hyper beam, though, and now sent another one at Mareep. Mareep was running head on into a hyper beam and couldn’t stop.
The beam collided with Mareep. In a fabulous explosion, Mareep was sent flying into some of Oak’s computer monitors, causing them to get chipped of broken. Mareep struggled to move, but it fainted.
*********************************
“Well there we have it. I won, I won, I won!” taunted Oak. He returned Dragonite to its Pokeball. Tim did the same to Mareep.
“Will my Mareep get better?” Tim asked.
“If you take it to a Pokemon Center, it will. Unfortunately for you, the nearest one is in Viridian City.”
“So I have to travel there alone?”
“No,” answered Oak. “I’m paying a visit to Bill, who lives near Cerulean City. I’d also like to visit my grandson in Viridian. He’s the gym leader there.”
“Gym leader! Can I battle him?” questioned an excited Tim.
“We’ll see. He is pretty strong. Now if only I could remember his name…”
~~~~~~~~~~
Route 1
Professor Oak and Tim had been traveling on Route 1 for about a half hour. The journey had been mostly silent. However, Oak tried to start conversation. “So, what made you so against Pokemon?”
Tim looked at Oak for a second, and then answered. “Well, it is very hard to explain. I’m going to have to use a flashback.”
“I hate flashbacks.”
“Me too.”
It is a bright, sunny day in Pallet Town. Today is the day of the town fair, and everyone is excited. Tim wakes his mom up early so that they can avoid the lines.
After riding on a few rides and eating a lot of cotton candy, Tim’s mom has to use the bathroom. She lets Tim go exploring by himself. He sees a tent labeled K9 and enters it.
Inside the tent is a police office with a fiery red Arcanine. “This is a police dog,” the officer said. “It helps us solve crimes.” The Arcanine then proceeded to do tricks, such as finding hidden items and jumping through hoops.
At the end of the presentation, the officer welcomed the audience to come down and pet Arcanine. Tim gladly got up. However, as Timothy approached the Arcanine, it barked. Tim ran away in fear, and the dog gave pursuit, still barking. It was impossible to outrun the Arcanine, and soon it pounced on Tim. Tim saw its glaring eyes, its teeth, ready to bite. Luckily, the officer came to the rescue, and got Arcanine away from Tim before it attacked.
“That’s my story. That’s why I’m afraid of Pokemon,” said Tim.
“Well, it wasn’t that bad. I still prefer a good novel over a flashback any day, though.” A building appeared over the horizon, and the professor pointed at it. “We must be close to Viridian City now,” he told Tim.
“I can’t wait!”
End of Chapter 1
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