Lady Myuu
Damsel mostly Stressed.
Ummm... its 1:30 am. I don't really know why... I don't understand it myself... its just... yeah. I'm not one for humor actually. It sucks probably... um warning, slight pokemon abuse ina light manner... I don't know...
Oh gawds why wont the world stop spinning?
Where are all the shinnies?
It was a lovely day in the lovely city that sat beside the lovely sea, which just happened to be apart of a lovely country known as Hoenn. The city was Lily cove and was a busy town of business. Many things happened in this town, from pokemon battles to contests. Shoe shopping and pokeball shopping, everything was normal….
And of course the fan club members seemed to be obsessed with another hot trainer. But that was normal, even when they started a debate over who was better, Lance or Steven. Which ended up being a huge water balloon fight that took up the whole neighborhood and once again the police were called in and all the members were warned harshly for getting an old man’s growlithe wet.
Yes, nothing weird here.
It just happened that in a small park, beside a fountain, sat a young girl. Actually she wasn’t very young but dressed as if she was ten, though being actually fifteen, her clothing was tight and childish and her hair up in pigtails. This young girl was a pokemon trainer, more as a pokemon contest trainer, as she never actually battled. Just prepared her pokemon to be judged and win ribbons and silly things such as theses.
This trainer of sorts sat on the fountain edge and watched as her Skitty (a common contest pokemon) played with her newest fetch, a shiny shroomish. A very rare catch indeed, as the creature was not the normal light cream with green spots but the little mushroom creature was actually a darker cream with red spots.
It was much more valuable this way, though the pokemon itself wasn’t the brightest thing ever. It just sat there allowing the Skitty, the strange kitten pokemon, to bat at it like a ball of catnip.
“Mew!”
nudge.
“Mew!”
bat.
“Meeeeow!”
shove.
The shroom didn’t bother to really even acknowledge this as it continued to stare blankly into the sky with a look of well, blankness. Much like a Psyduck but it seemed as while those duck pokemon were meant to but this way. Something about this Shroomish seemed to be more… damaged then anything else. The reason why was rather unknown. But it did not matter to this trainer, as she had a shiny pokemon, a rare change in the genetics of this creature. She was very pleased and had high hopes for the next pokemon contest.
“Mandy!” came a cry of surprise and the girl turned her green eyes toward a boy who was about as old as her. He wore baggy pants that just didn’t want to stay up (as this was strangely the style, perhaps letting your boxers hang out had some sort of ability to keep your butt warm.) and wore a very large t-shirt that had some catchy and yet extremely annoying logo on it. His bleach blonde hair and dark brown eyes were rather… unnatural.
“Um hi…” she responded, staring at him with that look people get when they don’t have a clue that the one greeting them was. He paused noticing this and gave her a very odd look in return.
“Joe, Joe Smith? You know, Little Joey?” he tried to remind her.
A blank look which matched the stare of the still being abused Shroomish. Then as if a light bulb turned on in the Mandy’s mind.
“Oooh.” She responded with a look of recognition.
“Yeah, whatever… anyway… is that a shiny?” he pointed at the Skitty’s toy which was the shiny of course.
“Um duh,” Mandy responded, “I just got it yesterday, I haven’t named it yet nor can I tell what gender it is.”
“Oh that’s easy!” Joe replied approaching the mushroom creature and bent down rolling the still plainly lost pokemon. It let out a squeak though as this was something new and it wasn’t sure what it should do, so it did what it was doing before.
Nothing.
“Eew! Don’t! T.M.I!” Mandy covered her eyes, not noticing her Skitty had just seen a pidgey and vanished off into a bush (which it was never seen again… well … until tomorrow…)
“Aw come on, its really simple all you got to do is take your hand and…”
“NO! STOPPIT EEK MY INNOCENT MIND!” she screamed covering her ears. The boy stood leaving the Shroomish upside down and it still remained perfectly still as it let out a whispery ‘shroom?’
“Come on Mandy, that’s how you have to tell with pokemon like this. I mean come on, you still think pokemon eggs just randomly appear at the daycare when you leave your opposite gendered pokemon there?” he groaned, crossing his hands.
“Of course I know how they get there...” She responded simply, “It just appeared like that old man says.”
Joe slapped his forehead and withheld a moan. Mandy was a strange girl, always clinging to her innocents like an oversized kangaskan still trying to get into his mother’s pouch.
And thus an argument broke out as the two trainers, one a contestant for contests and the other a successful battler, both arguing about how pokemon are born and reproduces. Which during this time a strange creamy red spotted ball came flying over a bush and rolled past the still upside down Shroomish and vanished into yet another bush.
As the two trainers ignored this and continued to argue, a small seven year old boy came running through the bush and looked around for the missing ball. He spotted it and grinned.
“I FOUND IT FRED! I’LL KICK IT BACK!” The young innocent child ran over and got into position, the two trainers still locked in there rather mature argument. As Mandy held her hands over her ears and continued to humm loudly as Joe thought about beating her on the head with a handy stick.
The boy ran, he brought his leg back… forward…
“SHROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!”
Everyone fell deafly silent as the scream of pain and terror ended with a deadly splat.
A cry came from another young boy’s voice. “Hey! Is this ball supposed to go splat?”
Silence….
“OH NO! MY SHINY SHROOMISH!” screamed Mandy before vanishing from view to go check the much fainted pokemon.
Joe stood there stunned for a moment, and then strangely a grin crossed his face before the trainer burst into laughter. He couldn’t believe what just happened. It was so shocking and yet strangely and sickly amusing that he couldn’t help but laugh.
The poor boy that kicked the ball was still standing there silent; it would be years before he could recover from this trauma of kicking a pokemon as hard as he could.
Don’t worry though, the Shroomish was fine. Well to an extent, it had many years of therapy and always screamed in terror whenever it saw any sort of child. This made it rather hard to put the shiny through contests…
But the question was answered! Why were there never any shinnies around… well at least never any shiny Shroomish…?
Well perhaps because it was a rare genetic mutation?
Or they were often mistaken for a ball.
Probably the latter...
“SHROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!”
THE END THANK THE HOLY MEW!
Oh gawds why wont the world stop spinning?
Where are all the shinnies?
It was a lovely day in the lovely city that sat beside the lovely sea, which just happened to be apart of a lovely country known as Hoenn. The city was Lily cove and was a busy town of business. Many things happened in this town, from pokemon battles to contests. Shoe shopping and pokeball shopping, everything was normal….
And of course the fan club members seemed to be obsessed with another hot trainer. But that was normal, even when they started a debate over who was better, Lance or Steven. Which ended up being a huge water balloon fight that took up the whole neighborhood and once again the police were called in and all the members were warned harshly for getting an old man’s growlithe wet.
Yes, nothing weird here.
It just happened that in a small park, beside a fountain, sat a young girl. Actually she wasn’t very young but dressed as if she was ten, though being actually fifteen, her clothing was tight and childish and her hair up in pigtails. This young girl was a pokemon trainer, more as a pokemon contest trainer, as she never actually battled. Just prepared her pokemon to be judged and win ribbons and silly things such as theses.
This trainer of sorts sat on the fountain edge and watched as her Skitty (a common contest pokemon) played with her newest fetch, a shiny shroomish. A very rare catch indeed, as the creature was not the normal light cream with green spots but the little mushroom creature was actually a darker cream with red spots.
It was much more valuable this way, though the pokemon itself wasn’t the brightest thing ever. It just sat there allowing the Skitty, the strange kitten pokemon, to bat at it like a ball of catnip.
“Mew!”
nudge.
“Mew!”
bat.
“Meeeeow!”
shove.
The shroom didn’t bother to really even acknowledge this as it continued to stare blankly into the sky with a look of well, blankness. Much like a Psyduck but it seemed as while those duck pokemon were meant to but this way. Something about this Shroomish seemed to be more… damaged then anything else. The reason why was rather unknown. But it did not matter to this trainer, as she had a shiny pokemon, a rare change in the genetics of this creature. She was very pleased and had high hopes for the next pokemon contest.
“Mandy!” came a cry of surprise and the girl turned her green eyes toward a boy who was about as old as her. He wore baggy pants that just didn’t want to stay up (as this was strangely the style, perhaps letting your boxers hang out had some sort of ability to keep your butt warm.) and wore a very large t-shirt that had some catchy and yet extremely annoying logo on it. His bleach blonde hair and dark brown eyes were rather… unnatural.
“Um hi…” she responded, staring at him with that look people get when they don’t have a clue that the one greeting them was. He paused noticing this and gave her a very odd look in return.
“Joe, Joe Smith? You know, Little Joey?” he tried to remind her.
A blank look which matched the stare of the still being abused Shroomish. Then as if a light bulb turned on in the Mandy’s mind.
“Oooh.” She responded with a look of recognition.
“Yeah, whatever… anyway… is that a shiny?” he pointed at the Skitty’s toy which was the shiny of course.
“Um duh,” Mandy responded, “I just got it yesterday, I haven’t named it yet nor can I tell what gender it is.”
“Oh that’s easy!” Joe replied approaching the mushroom creature and bent down rolling the still plainly lost pokemon. It let out a squeak though as this was something new and it wasn’t sure what it should do, so it did what it was doing before.
Nothing.
“Eew! Don’t! T.M.I!” Mandy covered her eyes, not noticing her Skitty had just seen a pidgey and vanished off into a bush (which it was never seen again… well … until tomorrow…)
“Aw come on, its really simple all you got to do is take your hand and…”
“NO! STOPPIT EEK MY INNOCENT MIND!” she screamed covering her ears. The boy stood leaving the Shroomish upside down and it still remained perfectly still as it let out a whispery ‘shroom?’
“Come on Mandy, that’s how you have to tell with pokemon like this. I mean come on, you still think pokemon eggs just randomly appear at the daycare when you leave your opposite gendered pokemon there?” he groaned, crossing his hands.
“Of course I know how they get there...” She responded simply, “It just appeared like that old man says.”
Joe slapped his forehead and withheld a moan. Mandy was a strange girl, always clinging to her innocents like an oversized kangaskan still trying to get into his mother’s pouch.
And thus an argument broke out as the two trainers, one a contestant for contests and the other a successful battler, both arguing about how pokemon are born and reproduces. Which during this time a strange creamy red spotted ball came flying over a bush and rolled past the still upside down Shroomish and vanished into yet another bush.
As the two trainers ignored this and continued to argue, a small seven year old boy came running through the bush and looked around for the missing ball. He spotted it and grinned.
“I FOUND IT FRED! I’LL KICK IT BACK!” The young innocent child ran over and got into position, the two trainers still locked in there rather mature argument. As Mandy held her hands over her ears and continued to humm loudly as Joe thought about beating her on the head with a handy stick.
The boy ran, he brought his leg back… forward…
“SHROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!”
Everyone fell deafly silent as the scream of pain and terror ended with a deadly splat.
A cry came from another young boy’s voice. “Hey! Is this ball supposed to go splat?”
Silence….
“OH NO! MY SHINY SHROOMISH!” screamed Mandy before vanishing from view to go check the much fainted pokemon.
Joe stood there stunned for a moment, and then strangely a grin crossed his face before the trainer burst into laughter. He couldn’t believe what just happened. It was so shocking and yet strangely and sickly amusing that he couldn’t help but laugh.
The poor boy that kicked the ball was still standing there silent; it would be years before he could recover from this trauma of kicking a pokemon as hard as he could.
Don’t worry though, the Shroomish was fine. Well to an extent, it had many years of therapy and always screamed in terror whenever it saw any sort of child. This made it rather hard to put the shiny through contests…
But the question was answered! Why were there never any shinnies around… well at least never any shiny Shroomish…?
Well perhaps because it was a rare genetic mutation?
Or they were often mistaken for a ball.
Probably the latter...
“SHROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!”
THE END THANK THE HOLY MEW!
It's beyond me...