Eloi
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(Inspired by this: http://www.dragonflycave.com/tqftl/?c=molrai)
Just post old stories you have laying around, have fun with it yourself, or let others do it for you, or just go around making snarky comments about amusingly bad old stories.
Anyway, here is an old Pokemon trainer fic I wrote after I discovered tCoD in 2005 while I was around eleven or twelve or so, and thought that Quest for the Legends was the best thing ever and Butterfree is the best person ever and I absolutely had to emulate them!
SO BEHOLD, THE BLANDEST, BEIGEST, RIP-OFF OF THE FIRST CHAPTERS OF QUEST FOR THE LEGENDS, IN ALL OF HISTORY!
[This was (trying to) follow Butterfree's advice of not making a generic title. Of course, I failed to like, put the premise in the title, just the vaguely dramatic sounding (read: Narm) "CRYSTALLINE TEARS!"]
A middle aged woman with long silky red hair was a-huming a happy tune as she made dinner for her 10-year-old daughter.
"HELEN! WHAT IS A POKEMON DOING IN MY OVEN!?" she yelled as she saw a reptile like Pokemon wrapped in orange [sic] sleeping on her lasagna tray with sauce smeared across its mouth.
"HELEN! GET DOWN HERE!"
Still no response.
So no having lost her patients [what, is she a doctor or something?], marched up the stairs with her cooking gloves and apron still on. She knocked on the door.
"COME OUT HERE!"
She went in and saw her daughter Helen listening to rock music with headphones, shaking her head, further letting out her black hair that stuck out of her red cap.
Her mom turned off the music and got Helen's attention.
"Hey, what's the big idea?" Helen asked annoyed that her music was stoped mid song.
"Come down stairs and take this Pokemon out of my kitchen and give it to the Pokemon Pest Control." her mom said with a mom-like tune.
"FINE!" she said, taking her headphones off with not much inthusum [sic] to her new task.
She walked down the stairs quickly, not wanting to take too much time away from her music.
She opened up the over and poked her head in.
"Hello?" she said to the sleeping Pokemon. "HEY ITS A CHARMANDER!"
The Charmander opened one eye. "Hey, that was pretty good lasugna, that crazy lady sure does make a good meal."
Helen was puzzled. "Do you speak English? I can understand you perfectly and I haven't went to Poke Tech University so I don't understand Pokemonspeak." She paused a moment. "At least that's what I though."
"Well its a long, long story." Charmander yawned before pausing and saying incredolusly, "What, you mean you want me to tell it you?"
Helen nodded.
"Well kid, I don't have that kinda attention span." the Charmander said, eating more lasagna. "But since I wanna lay here a bit more I'll tell you."
He sighed heavily.
"I once lived peacefully with my fellow Charmander and I was still a little Charmander when a little boy caught me with this thing and locked me in a room that had a cot and that's it. I heard a lot of talking inside my little room, since he never let me out ever.
Not even for food.
But he did let me out for battles. Anyway, the human language was what I learned when I was a baby and I bet you're wondering what I'm doing here now."
"I am." Helen replied.
Charmander started to lick his fingers.
"CHARMANDER! Tell me all ready!"
"Fine grumpy butt, the trainer that owned me took me out of my ball to battle this blue turtle, I believe it was a Squirtle. MAAAAN was it cocky! You know, I think all water Pokemon are like that, stuck up and-"
Helen cut him off. "JUST TELL ME THE STUPID STORY!"
"You sure do yell a lot don't you?" Charmander said poking the burnt parts of the lasagna.
Helen, relizing [sic] she was being rude to a Pokemon who just got here replied, "Oh, sorry, my mom just sent me down here and I was in a bad mood and-"
"S'all'ight." Charmander said casuly [sic].
Her mom came down the stairs. "YOU STILL HAVEN'T TOOK THAT THING TO THE POKEMON PEST CONTROL?"
Charmander jumped out of the lasagna pot and dripped red sauce on his feet on the floor.
"THAT'LL NEVER COME OUT!" her mom groaned "AND I JUST CLEANED IT TOO!"
Helen's mom turned her eyes back at Helen. "TAKE IT OUTSIDE ALL READY!"
Helen stood up and faced her mom like she had never done before. "Mom," she started in a serious tone. This got her mom's attention. That is so cool I can address her like that, Helen thought. "I am 10 now and I am old enough to legally own a Pokemon and all I have to do is got to Gary Oak's lab across the street."
Her mom stood there awhile.
"Well, I'll think about it. Maybe you could take that, um... Charmander, I believe, to your room until morning, okay?"
Charmander, listening to the conversation, commented, "Hey, crazy lady, do you have anymore to eat around here?"
Helen's mom looked at the Charmander, then at her lasagna dish.
"You Grumpig! You just ate my whole lasagna!"
Helen leaned close to her mom and whispered, "Hey mom, take it easy, his old trainer abused him to no end and he had nothing to eat."
Her mom then walked closer to the Charmander and inspected it. "Well, I do see 6 [sic] ribs clearly so I think we have some Poke Chow-"
Charmander winced.
"Um, no. How about more lasagna? Or not Poke Chow- that stuff is horrible!"
Charmander had some more to eat and went to bed with Helen with his flame in a pan sandwhich [sic]. Helen didn't sleep because Charmander sure did snore. But Helen didn't mind because she was too anioxos [sic] to sleep anyway.
"Helen, time to wake up." her mom called.
Helen woke up groggily as her mom hanged her clothes on her door knob and went to the other room.
"Its like, 7:00 AM, why do I-" Helen started to complain but then remembered the Charmander.
She saw him have a dream of some sort.
"Stupid Magikarp! Take more of that! And that! And some of these!" he slashed her pillow. "Had enough?" Helen looked at the pillow he was slashing, now more of a ball of fluff.
"Hey Charmander wake up." Helen said. "Time for our PKMN [sic] journey!"
Charmander slowly got up. "I had a good dream." Charmander then turned to Helen. "Hey, Helen, you said somethin' about a PKMN journey, right?"
"Um, yeah." Helen replied, hoping Charmander would want to travel with her.
"Sounds good when do you we start?" he replied.
Helen put on her jacket and cap. "Now."
Charmander blinked. "Oh."
The two went down the stairs and went to her mother.
"So, did you think about it?" Helen asked anixously.
Her mom set down her tea and looked up. "Well, I decided that you can go. Your 10 [sicx2] and I know how much children like to travel. So you can go. Just promise you'll be alright, okay?"
Helen's face brightened and forgot all about it being early in the morning. "Thanks mom!"
Her mom brought up a pack and started talking fast while packing misc. crud in it. "I packed you sneakers and jeans, nice clean clothes and panties, rubber gloves and clothes like today, and some money, and some hot chocolate in case you want something hot and-"
Helen grabbed the pack before her mom could finish and ended the conversation by saying. "Bye mom I love you!" she called. [Yes, I did in fact, rip-off a gag in the first episode of the Anime. Forgive me, world.]
"Good bye Helen! I love you too!" she watched Helen leave. She didn't know how she felt. She was happy that her daugher could finaly [sic] fufil [sic] her dream but sad that she had to go.
"I guess its just one of those mom feelings." she said.
"Hey, Helen, what do you we do now?" said Charmander to Helen.
"Uh... we go to Gary Oak's Lab to get me a Pokedex and ID. No.!" Helen responded. "See we are all ready there!"
It was a 2 [sic] story building with a big fan to the left of it, the spun as fast as the wind around it.
"Well, let's go!" Charmander said to Helen who was still marvaling [sic] at the magnifcaint [sic] labortory [sic]. They pushed the door open and heard the commution [sic] in the other room.
Charmander and Helen rushed in and saw a girl with blue hair in long ponytails on each side of her head with a blue t-shirt and shorts with a red jacking stamping her foot at the person in a lab coat with brown spiked hair.
"What do you mean you don't have anymore Water or Ice Pokemon?!" the girl yelled. "There's at least 30 water and ice Pokemon in Kanto! What kind of cruddy trainer are you?"
Helen stepped forward. "Hey, um, Mr. Gary Oak? I know this is a bad time but I'm here for a Pokedex and Id. No."
The girl turned around and spat, "Wait your stupid turn! I'm the daughter of Lorelie [sic], Pokemon MASTER, Krisy, and deserve better! GOD!"
Hlen [sic] paused and looked at Krisy. "God? That's a lie told by mean people who hat [sic] women for they blame it all on Eve and not equally on Adam and Eve! And also gay folk [sic]!"
Krisy rolled her eyes and said, "Well, yeah, duh! First no water or ice Pokemon and now this dumb kid who likes to say obvious crud!"
Helen gritted her teeth. "Keep your mouth shut unless you wanna battle!" Helen yelled.
Krisy grabbed a Poke Ball from her belt and started battle.
"GO SMOOCHUM!" Krisy yelled, and sent out a blonde haired baby Pokemon with a little red dress to match out of a Poke Ball.
"Let's beat 'em Charmander!" Helen yelled as Charmander jumped forward.
"Ya!" Charmander said assuming a battle position.
"Fake Out!" Krisy said to Smoochum.
Smoochum started to cry.
"Are you okay?" Charmander asked the Smoochum who was crying on the floor. But then, Smoochum punched Charmander out.
"Hey that was cheating!" Helen protested.
"Its not cheating, you clueless boob, its called Fake Out!" Krisy said as if it was common knowledge.
"Charmander! Use Scratch!" Helen said.
Charmander extended his hand so his nails would show and slashed at the Smoochum.
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And it just ends. Woo Eye of Aragon ending!
I'm interested to hear skewering/comments (I only have to wonder what Butterfree makes of this pseudo-reflection of her fanfic), and other stories (read: Old Shames)! =D
Just post old stories you have laying around, have fun with it yourself, or let others do it for you, or just go around making snarky comments about amusingly bad old stories.
Anyway, here is an old Pokemon trainer fic I wrote after I discovered tCoD in 2005 while I was around eleven or twelve or so, and thought that Quest for the Legends was the best thing ever and Butterfree is the best person ever and I absolutely had to emulate them!
SO BEHOLD, THE BLANDEST, BEIGEST, RIP-OFF OF THE FIRST CHAPTERS OF QUEST FOR THE LEGENDS, IN ALL OF HISTORY!
CRYSTALLINE TEARS
[This was (trying to) follow Butterfree's advice of not making a generic title. Of course, I failed to like, put the premise in the title, just the vaguely dramatic sounding (read: Narm) "CRYSTALLINE TEARS!"]
A middle aged woman with long silky red hair was a-huming a happy tune as she made dinner for her 10-year-old daughter.
"HELEN! WHAT IS A POKEMON DOING IN MY OVEN!?" she yelled as she saw a reptile like Pokemon wrapped in orange [sic] sleeping on her lasagna tray with sauce smeared across its mouth.
"HELEN! GET DOWN HERE!"
Still no response.
So no having lost her patients [what, is she a doctor or something?], marched up the stairs with her cooking gloves and apron still on. She knocked on the door.
"COME OUT HERE!"
She went in and saw her daughter Helen listening to rock music with headphones, shaking her head, further letting out her black hair that stuck out of her red cap.
Her mom turned off the music and got Helen's attention.
"Hey, what's the big idea?" Helen asked annoyed that her music was stoped mid song.
"Come down stairs and take this Pokemon out of my kitchen and give it to the Pokemon Pest Control." her mom said with a mom-like tune.
"FINE!" she said, taking her headphones off with not much inthusum [sic] to her new task.
She walked down the stairs quickly, not wanting to take too much time away from her music.
She opened up the over and poked her head in.
"Hello?" she said to the sleeping Pokemon. "HEY ITS A CHARMANDER!"
The Charmander opened one eye. "Hey, that was pretty good lasugna, that crazy lady sure does make a good meal."
Helen was puzzled. "Do you speak English? I can understand you perfectly and I haven't went to Poke Tech University so I don't understand Pokemonspeak." She paused a moment. "At least that's what I though."
"Well its a long, long story." Charmander yawned before pausing and saying incredolusly, "What, you mean you want me to tell it you?"
Helen nodded.
"Well kid, I don't have that kinda attention span." the Charmander said, eating more lasagna. "But since I wanna lay here a bit more I'll tell you."
He sighed heavily.
"I once lived peacefully with my fellow Charmander and I was still a little Charmander when a little boy caught me with this thing and locked me in a room that had a cot and that's it. I heard a lot of talking inside my little room, since he never let me out ever.
Not even for food.
But he did let me out for battles. Anyway, the human language was what I learned when I was a baby and I bet you're wondering what I'm doing here now."
"I am." Helen replied.
Charmander started to lick his fingers.
"CHARMANDER! Tell me all ready!"
"Fine grumpy butt, the trainer that owned me took me out of my ball to battle this blue turtle, I believe it was a Squirtle. MAAAAN was it cocky! You know, I think all water Pokemon are like that, stuck up and-"
Helen cut him off. "JUST TELL ME THE STUPID STORY!"
"You sure do yell a lot don't you?" Charmander said poking the burnt parts of the lasagna.
Helen, relizing [sic] she was being rude to a Pokemon who just got here replied, "Oh, sorry, my mom just sent me down here and I was in a bad mood and-"
"S'all'ight." Charmander said casuly [sic].
Her mom came down the stairs. "YOU STILL HAVEN'T TOOK THAT THING TO THE POKEMON PEST CONTROL?"
Charmander jumped out of the lasagna pot and dripped red sauce on his feet on the floor.
"THAT'LL NEVER COME OUT!" her mom groaned "AND I JUST CLEANED IT TOO!"
Helen's mom turned her eyes back at Helen. "TAKE IT OUTSIDE ALL READY!"
Helen stood up and faced her mom like she had never done before. "Mom," she started in a serious tone. This got her mom's attention. That is so cool I can address her like that, Helen thought. "I am 10 now and I am old enough to legally own a Pokemon and all I have to do is got to Gary Oak's lab across the street."
Her mom stood there awhile.
"Well, I'll think about it. Maybe you could take that, um... Charmander, I believe, to your room until morning, okay?"
Charmander, listening to the conversation, commented, "Hey, crazy lady, do you have anymore to eat around here?"
Helen's mom looked at the Charmander, then at her lasagna dish.
"You Grumpig! You just ate my whole lasagna!"
Helen leaned close to her mom and whispered, "Hey mom, take it easy, his old trainer abused him to no end and he had nothing to eat."
Her mom then walked closer to the Charmander and inspected it. "Well, I do see 6 [sic] ribs clearly so I think we have some Poke Chow-"
Charmander winced.
"Um, no. How about more lasagna? Or not Poke Chow- that stuff is horrible!"
Charmander had some more to eat and went to bed with Helen with his flame in a pan sandwhich [sic]. Helen didn't sleep because Charmander sure did snore. But Helen didn't mind because she was too anioxos [sic] to sleep anyway.
"Helen, time to wake up." her mom called.
Helen woke up groggily as her mom hanged her clothes on her door knob and went to the other room.
"Its like, 7:00 AM, why do I-" Helen started to complain but then remembered the Charmander.
She saw him have a dream of some sort.
"Stupid Magikarp! Take more of that! And that! And some of these!" he slashed her pillow. "Had enough?" Helen looked at the pillow he was slashing, now more of a ball of fluff.
"Hey Charmander wake up." Helen said. "Time for our PKMN [sic] journey!"
Charmander slowly got up. "I had a good dream." Charmander then turned to Helen. "Hey, Helen, you said somethin' about a PKMN journey, right?"
"Um, yeah." Helen replied, hoping Charmander would want to travel with her.
"Sounds good when do you we start?" he replied.
Helen put on her jacket and cap. "Now."
Charmander blinked. "Oh."
The two went down the stairs and went to her mother.
"So, did you think about it?" Helen asked anixously.
Her mom set down her tea and looked up. "Well, I decided that you can go. Your 10 [sicx2] and I know how much children like to travel. So you can go. Just promise you'll be alright, okay?"
Helen's face brightened and forgot all about it being early in the morning. "Thanks mom!"
Her mom brought up a pack and started talking fast while packing misc. crud in it. "I packed you sneakers and jeans, nice clean clothes and panties, rubber gloves and clothes like today, and some money, and some hot chocolate in case you want something hot and-"
Helen grabbed the pack before her mom could finish and ended the conversation by saying. "Bye mom I love you!" she called. [Yes, I did in fact, rip-off a gag in the first episode of the Anime. Forgive me, world.]
"Good bye Helen! I love you too!" she watched Helen leave. She didn't know how she felt. She was happy that her daugher could finaly [sic] fufil [sic] her dream but sad that she had to go.
"I guess its just one of those mom feelings." she said.
"Hey, Helen, what do you we do now?" said Charmander to Helen.
"Uh... we go to Gary Oak's Lab to get me a Pokedex and ID. No.!" Helen responded. "See we are all ready there!"
It was a 2 [sic] story building with a big fan to the left of it, the spun as fast as the wind around it.
"Well, let's go!" Charmander said to Helen who was still marvaling [sic] at the magnifcaint [sic] labortory [sic]. They pushed the door open and heard the commution [sic] in the other room.
Charmander and Helen rushed in and saw a girl with blue hair in long ponytails on each side of her head with a blue t-shirt and shorts with a red jacking stamping her foot at the person in a lab coat with brown spiked hair.
"What do you mean you don't have anymore Water or Ice Pokemon?!" the girl yelled. "There's at least 30 water and ice Pokemon in Kanto! What kind of cruddy trainer are you?"
Helen stepped forward. "Hey, um, Mr. Gary Oak? I know this is a bad time but I'm here for a Pokedex and Id. No."
The girl turned around and spat, "Wait your stupid turn! I'm the daughter of Lorelie [sic], Pokemon MASTER, Krisy, and deserve better! GOD!"
Hlen [sic] paused and looked at Krisy. "God? That's a lie told by mean people who hat [sic] women for they blame it all on Eve and not equally on Adam and Eve! And also gay folk [sic]!"
Krisy rolled her eyes and said, "Well, yeah, duh! First no water or ice Pokemon and now this dumb kid who likes to say obvious crud!"
Helen gritted her teeth. "Keep your mouth shut unless you wanna battle!" Helen yelled.
Krisy grabbed a Poke Ball from her belt and started battle.
"GO SMOOCHUM!" Krisy yelled, and sent out a blonde haired baby Pokemon with a little red dress to match out of a Poke Ball.
"Let's beat 'em Charmander!" Helen yelled as Charmander jumped forward.
"Ya!" Charmander said assuming a battle position.
"Fake Out!" Krisy said to Smoochum.
Smoochum started to cry.
"Are you okay?" Charmander asked the Smoochum who was crying on the floor. But then, Smoochum punched Charmander out.
"Hey that was cheating!" Helen protested.
"Its not cheating, you clueless boob, its called Fake Out!" Krisy said as if it was common knowledge.
"Charmander! Use Scratch!" Helen said.
Charmander extended his hand so his nails would show and slashed at the Smoochum.
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And it just ends. Woo Eye of Aragon ending!
I'm interested to hear skewering/comments (I only have to wonder what Butterfree makes of this pseudo-reflection of her fanfic), and other stories (read: Old Shames)! =D