Enkoe
Crystal is awesome. Period.
Lol, can't think of a title. Anyway this is a fanfic about a boy called Jack and his adventures through the region of Sharruia (shar-roo-ee-ah), which is much more futuristic than the other Pokemon regions.
Supposed to be somewhat hilarious, lol.
Chapter One
Wobble... wobble... wobble...
CRACK! SMASH!
"No, dammit!" Jack cried. The Yanma sneered at him playfully and flew off. Jack picked up the scraps of the Poke Ball and tried to calm himself.
"Don't worry Jack," he told himself, "that was only the tenth one... you can catch a Yanma..."
He fumbled with the pieces and eventually managed to remake the Poke Ball (future Poke Balls can be made again from the pieces!). He crept through the bushes silently in search of a Yanma.
Eventually he saw another one, tugging at a random daisy. Jack reached into his pocket and threw out some bait for it, the Yanma began eating at it in a frenzy.
Jack then pulled the Poke Ball from his pocket, then threw it. The Yanma was sucked into the Poke Ball.
Wobble...
"Catch it this time!" Jack said silently under his breath.
Wobble... wobble... wobble...
Jack's heart began to race.
Wobble...
SMASH!
The Yanma sneered at Jack, and picked up the pieces of the Poke Ball and smashed them again. Then it flew off, laughing (or what seemed like a laugh).
Jack kicked the remains of the Ball into the water. "Ugh, why can I not catch a Yanma?!" He pulled at the daisy and began ripping it apart. "Chris caught one, Ricky caught one, so why not me?! The bait keeps failing to work!" (Future kind of bait that weakens a Pokemon for capture)
Then the Safari Zone's PA crackled to life, notifying Jack that his time was up. "Oh boy, I'll catch a Yanma... tomorrow!" He threw away the daisy bud and walked away.
"OK, so how many times did you fail to catch a Yannis?"
"Eleven... wait!"
"Eleven? You fail so much Jack!" Ricky snickered, poking Jack in the shoulder. "I caught a Yanma on my first try!"
"Oh yeah? I instinctively recall that it took three tries for you to catch a Yanma!" Jack retorted.
"Ugh! Why you little...!" Ricky said, then began chasing Jack. He jumped onto a shelf, then waited for Ricky to come by. Plate at hand, Jack tossed it at Ricky's head.
"Haha!" He laughed, as Ricky picked himself up off the ground.
"%#&@," said Ricky as he picked plate pieces out of his clothes and hair. Then, he began to say robotically, "Urge... to kill... rising," as Jack laughed harder and harder.
"OK, what the hell is going on here?!" yelled a sharp female voice from down the hall.
"ARGH!" Jack cried, and jumped into a basket. Ricky stuffed the plate pieces into a vase.
"Um... nothing," he began as a very tall girl, with rather stiff-looking arms, marched down the hall towards him.
"Are you sure?" she asked, then pulled Jack out of the basket.
"Hey!" he cried. "Let go..." then Chris dropped him onto the floor. Ricky laughed.
"Oh you brat, I am going to kill you," Jack growled.
"Oh look, stop it," Chris said, poking Jack with her foot. "Before someone gets hurt."
"But he started it! Besides, Ricky keeps taunting me!" Jack complained.
"Oh shut your trap," Ricky said.
"Why don't you?" Jack said, poking him in the chest.
Chris sighed.
The two began nonstop arguing, an arguement that lasted for, oh, half an hour.
"Yeah yeah, but it's obvious you cheated!" Jack said.
"I did not cheat! You're just jealous of my SUPER AWESOME chess skills!" Ricky retorted.
"You did cheat! 126 times, I've been counting!"
"I've only cheated 3 times, but not that mu-"
"You admitted it!"
"Only 3!"
"You've done 126!"
"3!"
"126!"
"THREE!!!"
"ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY SIX!!"
Finally Chris had enough. She picked the two boys up by the scruffs of their necks, and threw them high in the air. As they fell down, she FALCON-KICKED them out of the hall and into the night-sky.
"Takes care of that," she said.
-End of Chapter One-
(Chris can't punch very well, but she kicks super-awesomely, so, FALCON-KICK it is.)
I will post a new chapter tomorrow, or maybe later today, we'll see how this goes. THE MORE YOU COMMENT, THE MORE LIKELY I WILL POST ANOTHER CHAPTER.
Supposed to be somewhat hilarious, lol.
Chapter One
Wobble... wobble... wobble...
CRACK! SMASH!
"No, dammit!" Jack cried. The Yanma sneered at him playfully and flew off. Jack picked up the scraps of the Poke Ball and tried to calm himself.
"Don't worry Jack," he told himself, "that was only the tenth one... you can catch a Yanma..."
He fumbled with the pieces and eventually managed to remake the Poke Ball (future Poke Balls can be made again from the pieces!). He crept through the bushes silently in search of a Yanma.
Eventually he saw another one, tugging at a random daisy. Jack reached into his pocket and threw out some bait for it, the Yanma began eating at it in a frenzy.
Jack then pulled the Poke Ball from his pocket, then threw it. The Yanma was sucked into the Poke Ball.
Wobble...
"Catch it this time!" Jack said silently under his breath.
Wobble... wobble... wobble...
Jack's heart began to race.
Wobble...
SMASH!
The Yanma sneered at Jack, and picked up the pieces of the Poke Ball and smashed them again. Then it flew off, laughing (or what seemed like a laugh).
Jack kicked the remains of the Ball into the water. "Ugh, why can I not catch a Yanma?!" He pulled at the daisy and began ripping it apart. "Chris caught one, Ricky caught one, so why not me?! The bait keeps failing to work!" (Future kind of bait that weakens a Pokemon for capture)
Then the Safari Zone's PA crackled to life, notifying Jack that his time was up. "Oh boy, I'll catch a Yanma... tomorrow!" He threw away the daisy bud and walked away.
-X-
"OK, so how many times did you fail to catch a Yannis?"
"Eleven... wait!"
"Eleven? You fail so much Jack!" Ricky snickered, poking Jack in the shoulder. "I caught a Yanma on my first try!"
"Oh yeah? I instinctively recall that it took three tries for you to catch a Yanma!" Jack retorted.
"Ugh! Why you little...!" Ricky said, then began chasing Jack. He jumped onto a shelf, then waited for Ricky to come by. Plate at hand, Jack tossed it at Ricky's head.
"Haha!" He laughed, as Ricky picked himself up off the ground.
"%#&@," said Ricky as he picked plate pieces out of his clothes and hair. Then, he began to say robotically, "Urge... to kill... rising," as Jack laughed harder and harder.
"OK, what the hell is going on here?!" yelled a sharp female voice from down the hall.
"ARGH!" Jack cried, and jumped into a basket. Ricky stuffed the plate pieces into a vase.
"Um... nothing," he began as a very tall girl, with rather stiff-looking arms, marched down the hall towards him.
"Are you sure?" she asked, then pulled Jack out of the basket.
"Hey!" he cried. "Let go..." then Chris dropped him onto the floor. Ricky laughed.
"Oh you brat, I am going to kill you," Jack growled.
"Oh look, stop it," Chris said, poking Jack with her foot. "Before someone gets hurt."
"But he started it! Besides, Ricky keeps taunting me!" Jack complained.
"Oh shut your trap," Ricky said.
"Why don't you?" Jack said, poking him in the chest.
Chris sighed.
The two began nonstop arguing, an arguement that lasted for, oh, half an hour.
"Yeah yeah, but it's obvious you cheated!" Jack said.
"I did not cheat! You're just jealous of my SUPER AWESOME chess skills!" Ricky retorted.
"You did cheat! 126 times, I've been counting!"
"I've only cheated 3 times, but not that mu-"
"You admitted it!"
"Only 3!"
"You've done 126!"
"3!"
"126!"
"THREE!!!"
"ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY SIX!!"
Finally Chris had enough. She picked the two boys up by the scruffs of their necks, and threw them high in the air. As they fell down, she FALCON-KICKED them out of the hall and into the night-sky.
"Takes care of that," she said.
-End of Chapter One-
(Chris can't punch very well, but she kicks super-awesomely, so, FALCON-KICK it is.)
I will post a new chapter tomorrow, or maybe later today, we'll see how this goes. THE MORE YOU COMMENT, THE MORE LIKELY I WILL POST ANOTHER CHAPTER.
