Skroy
Eh... =P
Summary: I always wondered what the world was like outside my home. Now that I'm out and about, it's nothing like what my friends and I expected it to be. But you know what? We wouldn't have it any other way.
Hello people of TCoD. I have a story I would like to share with you because a certain Scyther suggested that I should post my piece of written work here. After some consideration, I decided to take up his suggestion.
This piece of fanfiction is originally posted at Fanfiction.net (click the "Tales of Acceptance" banner if you wanna read my story there), where I'll be updating this story first, followed by this forum. This story is rated T for several reasons that are to appear within this fic throughout, such as death.
My writing skills may not be the best but what I'm asking for is that you give this story a chance please.
Alright, then, let's get this story going! But firstly, I would like to thank BlazieAura for being my beta-reader (as in reading my story with a critical eye). And secondly, if you've read my fanfic at FF.net, then the wording here of the first chapter will be slightly different but the plot still remains (I'll get to editing the current chapters of my fanfic at FF later on).
Now then... enjoy. (Also, try and guess what inspired me to write this and I might reward you).
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon.................. Oh, you want me to say more here?
PART I
Chapter 1-1 — Misled
“This tree looks familiar,” I said aloud with uncertainty present in my voice. However, something told me that I had already seen this large old oak tree before. “Have we already passed this, Sprik?” I looked down at the Cacnea who stood by my side, whose eyes stared me in the face with a look that said, ‘Gee, I don’t know, you tell me’. It was official, we were lost. “Where’s a map stall when you need one?” I deeply sighed.
Of all the things I forgot to bring, it had to be a map! I packed my bag, food, sleeping bag, medicine, a tent, extra clothing… yet the need for a map of this entire region never crossed my mind! This certainly was a bad way to start off as a trainer… then again I was a rookie to begin with. Nice going trailing off the main route, rookie! I mentally scolded myself. It would have been nice if Teal came along on my journey, though. Actually, anybody with a good sense of direction to accompany me into these woods would have been nice, too. Currently, it was just me and my starter Sprik, my Cacnea.
Normally, you wouldn’t start your Pokémon journey with a Cacnea but rather the region’s three starter Pokémon: a fire type, water type or grass type. However, unlike Kanto, Johto, Hoenn or Sinnoh, Boniaer had no specific starter Pokémon because there was no professor to distribute them. This meant it was common to start your journey with a Clefairy, for example, or Elekid or Duskull or Stunky or whichever one you preferred. Unfortunately, the problem was going about capturing them with no Pokémon to weaken them in the first place. Instead, the majority of trainers in Boniaer would in fact buy their starter Pokémon from a catalogue called Pine’s Collection, hosted by the well-known trainer of the region in the market under the same family name, Clark Pine.
Sprik was no exception. My parents bought him for me as a present six years ago on my ninth birthday, and back then he was really grouchy. As weeks passed, we grew to cooperate with each other and not rip each other's hearts out, as well as train side by side. A year later, Sprik and I did agree on one thing for once: we both wanted to get out of the house and go travelling. Unfortunately, my parents, being the overprotective kind of adults, prevented us from leaving and they suggested I continue school until they thought I was old enough to be responsible and secured, which was concluded to be around 30 years old. It took us five years to convince them of letting me out of the house much to our annoyance (school work was mostly to blame, too).
During those five years, though, Sprik and I bonded a little more. I also came across a pamphlet that gave details about the Pokémon League of Boniaer. In the end, I decided to give it a try; it seemed fun, plus I could explore the land, too.
And because of my decision, I now stood here lost in this darn forest while the sun basked down its wavy rays upon the both of us! “Maybe the main route’s this way?” I pointed to the east direction with my right hand, unsure of where the path led to, whereas my left hand wiped the accumulating sweat on my forehead.
As we marched along the trail, I occasionally surveyed my surroundings in hopes of discovering the main route. As a result, it was a futile attempt. To my left, my vision was barricaded by tall forest trees; to my right, another set of tall trees that hindered my vision; and to my front, guess what? More tall trees!
No, wait a minute…
“Cac!” Sprik’s warning woke me from my trance and before I knew it, my foot was an inch away from stepping over the edge of a cliff! When I completely came back to my senses, I stumbled for a bit and fell on my butt.
“Thanks for the warning, Sprik!” I turned my head to face my companion. Instead of greeting me with a ‘you’re welcome’, the little cactus Pokémon grimaced with his club-like arms folded. Grouchy as ever I see. It couldn’t be helped though; it was a part of his personality.
I got back on my feet, dusting away the dirt on my pants and walked over to Sprik. I stopped mid-step forward when my senses were suddenly alerted to a rustle in the bushes. Finally, our first Pokémon encounter!
“Sprik, get ready,” I commanded. Truth be told, I was pretty nervous, but who wouldn't be if it was their first battle? We were lucky enough to not encounter any wild Pokémon since home to this location someplace far from home. If I caught it, I’d finally have a new friend to hang with. I mean, c’mon, being alone with grouchy here for the last six years has given me quite a headache.
“Vee!” it yelped as it came out of the bushes. Well, what do you know, an Eevee. They were rare around these parts, that I was sure of. Maybe getting lost wasn’t so bad after all…
Before going cactus-to-mammal, I noticed the Eevee panting heavily, as if it were running from something. “Hold up, Sprik.” I heard him grumble something in his language, but that didn’t matter. When I tried to take a step forward again, another being came out from the bushes.
This time it was a human wearing a dark outfit which had a large P inscribed in the middle and a diagonal slash running across the letter. He also held an open cage over his head madly. I took one quick glance at his eyes, feeling an ominous vibe emanating from them, and right then I knew he had to be a bad guy.
“I gotcha now, ya little runt!” he yelled as he tried to put the cage on the Eevee. Unfortunately for him, it leaped over my Cacnea and landed right in front of me on all four. The Eevee took to hiding behind me, and it was then that the man noticed me standing there. “Who the hell are you?”
“Just a kid who knows for a fact this Eevee ain’t yours!” I answered back with confidence. “If you want it, you’ll have to go through me and my Cacnea.”
“Cac!”
“Ya think yer all that, huh?” he placed a hand to his belt and grabbed a Poké Ball. “Looks like I’ll hafta take it by force! Come outta here and fight!” He threw the red-white orb into the air and it opened up, shooting a white light to the ground which then formed into a... small purple... mouse.
Seriously, a Rattata? C’mon, I was expecting something… stronger. Then again maybe I shouldn’t have wished too much of it since it was my first battle.
I gulped out of nervousness. Oh well, here goes, I thought.
“Rattata, use Tackle!” he ordered while Sprik got into defensive position. We waited for the attack… but it never came. While the man was shouting harsh words to his Pokémon, we noticed it was afflicted with sleep status (probably from a previous battle).
Now's our chance! I mentally cheered, while grinning at our good fortune. “Alright, Sprik, just walk up to Rattata, you know what to do.”
Generally, trainers would give commands to their partners. Sprik, on the other hand, was practically impossible to get through. I did my best to execute orders from him five years ago but there was no such luck. After a few more hopeless attempts to obey me, I came up with a new style of training. Instead of issuing commands, I got him a sparring dummy to train with— specifically me, which resulted in lots of hospital visits.
By allowing Sprik to fight the way he wanted to, we were actually getting somewhere with our training! What’s more, he would actually listen to me as I was gave some pointers on how to improve swinging his club-like arms. If I were to send him out to battle (like I did now) I wouldn't have to worry about what moves he would use in whatever situation. He was a smart Cacnea. I had total faith that he could take care of himself, so I saw no need to continue disciplining him.
Anyway, back to the fight, Sprik swung his right arm, then his left, and then an uppercut; a three hit combo! Unfortunately, it woke up the Rattata.
“Use Tackle!” the man ordered harshly.
No time for Sprik to block it. It wasn’t necessary, but I yelled, “Jump!” and he obeyed. I hope he wouldn’t mind if I warned him of incoming dangers.
“Again!” the man ordered and the Rattata charged. I didn’t need to warn Sprik the next time for he blocked the attack and smacked the mouse away, doing another three hit combo on it.
The battle continued on in the same manner and I just watched on excitedly. That Rattata sure has a lot of stamina, I’ll give it that, I mentally commented to it, but then immediately pondered, ...How? Rattatas were generally weak Pokémon to begin with. Perhaps the man put him through some sort of special training to stay up this long in battle. Maybe Sprik and I should have that kind of training session when we get the chance.
My thoughts were then interrupted when I looked down to see the Eevee sitting by my leg, staring at me face to face. I admired the cuteness of its tail hitting my leg somewhat hard, and in an instant I was crouched down petting it. It was so cute looking; how could I not ignore the urge of petting something so adorable?
But it also distracted me long enough to not see the man sneak up in front of me.
“Boo!” he quietly caught me off caught, which consequently led me to stumble backwards…. Bad idea. I then remembered I was standing at the edge of a cliff!
“Cac!” I heard Sprik cry out, followed by what I thought was a successful Tackle attack from the opponent.
Quickly, I grabbed onto the ledge with a hand, trying my best to get back up. Reluctantly, I looked down below. Just great, I couldn’t even see the bottom! And to make matters worse there were jagged rocks protruding a ledge or two down!
“Vee!” I glanced up and saw the mammal’s concerned face.
“You're mine now!” the man said as he went to grab the small mammal, and what happened next left me utterly speechless.
The Eevee spun around to face the man, and as soon as its mouth opened, small flames were being directed at the man. Were my eyes playing tricks on me? Did that Eevee use Ember, a fire type move an Eevee isn’t supposed to be able to learn through any means?
Without thinking, I took my hands to rub my eyes to ensure my vision was alright and… uh oh.
“AHHHH!!!” I fell, screaming a long wail at the very top of my lungs as time suddenly slowed down all around me... slowly ticking the last remaining seconds of my life.
Heh... I guess this was the end. I had only just started my journey today... and here I was now. I couldn't believe it happened so fast... but who was I to kid? It felt so real. Oh, the irony...
“I’m sorry, Sprik,” I whispered, tears beginning to well up in my eyes, “but you’re gonna have to venture through these lands without me. And Eevee... I hope you’ll successfully escape the evil clutches of that man.”
I closed my eyes as gravity decided to slowly push me downward, while waiting patiently for the light to engulf my vision completely…
… I continued falling…. And falling…. And eventually, I felt a rough, sharp edge touch my back…
… And before I knew it… a light had covered my world…
… A dim light… to be exact…
So what do you think? Leave a review if you want, they're highly appreciated (especially constructive ones).
Moving along, I have the second chapter ready but I still have to make edits to it before I post it here (and then replace it on FF.net). And speaking of the second chapter, it was by that time that I started to accept OCs from people at FF.net, and now I'll start accepting OCs from you guys here at TCoD. Here's how to submit, and please put some thought to your characters:
Name/Nickname: Self-explanatory
Gender: M/F/Other (explain)
Species: Pokémon (what type?)/Human/Special*
Age (in human years):
Personality:
Background info: (Optional; I could make it up if you want)
Noticeable features: Shinies are okay but are limited
Special abilities/features (Pokémon/Special only, unless you can come up with a good reason why a human has a special feature on them): For example, a Pikachu using it's electrical powers to create a protective barrier around itself; a Grovyle's leaves on it wrists act like an actual blade, so there's no need to unleash a Leaf Blade move; an Arcanine running at the speed of sound without the use of Quick Attack or Extreme Speed move; etc.
*Could be a Pokémorph, reborn human/Pokémon, transformed human/Pokémon, robot, etc. "Special" species will be limited unfortunately.
Send the information to me by PM and we'll negotiate if necessary. And one last thing about OCs: they won't join the main group on their journey because I already decided on that. They will confront the main group more than once throughout the story, though. (However, depending on the character you give me, I may be able to come up with an excuse for said character to remain with the group, thus making him/her an exception...).
For my last message, I would like to say that I have... difficulties updating, so I encourage you to harass me to work on the next chapter because the pestering will motivate me to get to writing it up.
EDIT: 14/07/2009 (Yeah, I tend to do these to fix up mistakes. =P)
Hello people of TCoD. I have a story I would like to share with you because a certain Scyther suggested that I should post my piece of written work here. After some consideration, I decided to take up his suggestion.
This piece of fanfiction is originally posted at Fanfiction.net (click the "Tales of Acceptance" banner if you wanna read my story there), where I'll be updating this story first, followed by this forum. This story is rated T for several reasons that are to appear within this fic throughout, such as death.
My writing skills may not be the best but what I'm asking for is that you give this story a chance please.
Alright, then, let's get this story going! But firstly, I would like to thank BlazieAura for being my beta-reader (as in reading my story with a critical eye). And secondly, if you've read my fanfic at FF.net, then the wording here of the first chapter will be slightly different but the plot still remains (I'll get to editing the current chapters of my fanfic at FF later on).
Now then... enjoy. (Also, try and guess what inspired me to write this and I might reward you).
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon.................. Oh, you want me to say more here?
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PART I
Chapter 1-1 — Misled
“This tree looks familiar,” I said aloud with uncertainty present in my voice. However, something told me that I had already seen this large old oak tree before. “Have we already passed this, Sprik?” I looked down at the Cacnea who stood by my side, whose eyes stared me in the face with a look that said, ‘Gee, I don’t know, you tell me’. It was official, we were lost. “Where’s a map stall when you need one?” I deeply sighed.
Of all the things I forgot to bring, it had to be a map! I packed my bag, food, sleeping bag, medicine, a tent, extra clothing… yet the need for a map of this entire region never crossed my mind! This certainly was a bad way to start off as a trainer… then again I was a rookie to begin with. Nice going trailing off the main route, rookie! I mentally scolded myself. It would have been nice if Teal came along on my journey, though. Actually, anybody with a good sense of direction to accompany me into these woods would have been nice, too. Currently, it was just me and my starter Sprik, my Cacnea.
Normally, you wouldn’t start your Pokémon journey with a Cacnea but rather the region’s three starter Pokémon: a fire type, water type or grass type. However, unlike Kanto, Johto, Hoenn or Sinnoh, Boniaer had no specific starter Pokémon because there was no professor to distribute them. This meant it was common to start your journey with a Clefairy, for example, or Elekid or Duskull or Stunky or whichever one you preferred. Unfortunately, the problem was going about capturing them with no Pokémon to weaken them in the first place. Instead, the majority of trainers in Boniaer would in fact buy their starter Pokémon from a catalogue called Pine’s Collection, hosted by the well-known trainer of the region in the market under the same family name, Clark Pine.
Sprik was no exception. My parents bought him for me as a present six years ago on my ninth birthday, and back then he was really grouchy. As weeks passed, we grew to cooperate with each other and not rip each other's hearts out, as well as train side by side. A year later, Sprik and I did agree on one thing for once: we both wanted to get out of the house and go travelling. Unfortunately, my parents, being the overprotective kind of adults, prevented us from leaving and they suggested I continue school until they thought I was old enough to be responsible and secured, which was concluded to be around 30 years old. It took us five years to convince them of letting me out of the house much to our annoyance (school work was mostly to blame, too).
During those five years, though, Sprik and I bonded a little more. I also came across a pamphlet that gave details about the Pokémon League of Boniaer. In the end, I decided to give it a try; it seemed fun, plus I could explore the land, too.
And because of my decision, I now stood here lost in this darn forest while the sun basked down its wavy rays upon the both of us! “Maybe the main route’s this way?” I pointed to the east direction with my right hand, unsure of where the path led to, whereas my left hand wiped the accumulating sweat on my forehead.
As we marched along the trail, I occasionally surveyed my surroundings in hopes of discovering the main route. As a result, it was a futile attempt. To my left, my vision was barricaded by tall forest trees; to my right, another set of tall trees that hindered my vision; and to my front, guess what? More tall trees!
No, wait a minute…
“Cac!” Sprik’s warning woke me from my trance and before I knew it, my foot was an inch away from stepping over the edge of a cliff! When I completely came back to my senses, I stumbled for a bit and fell on my butt.
“Thanks for the warning, Sprik!” I turned my head to face my companion. Instead of greeting me with a ‘you’re welcome’, the little cactus Pokémon grimaced with his club-like arms folded. Grouchy as ever I see. It couldn’t be helped though; it was a part of his personality.
I got back on my feet, dusting away the dirt on my pants and walked over to Sprik. I stopped mid-step forward when my senses were suddenly alerted to a rustle in the bushes. Finally, our first Pokémon encounter!
“Sprik, get ready,” I commanded. Truth be told, I was pretty nervous, but who wouldn't be if it was their first battle? We were lucky enough to not encounter any wild Pokémon since home to this location someplace far from home. If I caught it, I’d finally have a new friend to hang with. I mean, c’mon, being alone with grouchy here for the last six years has given me quite a headache.
“Vee!” it yelped as it came out of the bushes. Well, what do you know, an Eevee. They were rare around these parts, that I was sure of. Maybe getting lost wasn’t so bad after all…
Before going cactus-to-mammal, I noticed the Eevee panting heavily, as if it were running from something. “Hold up, Sprik.” I heard him grumble something in his language, but that didn’t matter. When I tried to take a step forward again, another being came out from the bushes.
This time it was a human wearing a dark outfit which had a large P inscribed in the middle and a diagonal slash running across the letter. He also held an open cage over his head madly. I took one quick glance at his eyes, feeling an ominous vibe emanating from them, and right then I knew he had to be a bad guy.
“I gotcha now, ya little runt!” he yelled as he tried to put the cage on the Eevee. Unfortunately for him, it leaped over my Cacnea and landed right in front of me on all four. The Eevee took to hiding behind me, and it was then that the man noticed me standing there. “Who the hell are you?”
“Just a kid who knows for a fact this Eevee ain’t yours!” I answered back with confidence. “If you want it, you’ll have to go through me and my Cacnea.”
“Cac!”
“Ya think yer all that, huh?” he placed a hand to his belt and grabbed a Poké Ball. “Looks like I’ll hafta take it by force! Come outta here and fight!” He threw the red-white orb into the air and it opened up, shooting a white light to the ground which then formed into a... small purple... mouse.
Seriously, a Rattata? C’mon, I was expecting something… stronger. Then again maybe I shouldn’t have wished too much of it since it was my first battle.
I gulped out of nervousness. Oh well, here goes, I thought.
“Rattata, use Tackle!” he ordered while Sprik got into defensive position. We waited for the attack… but it never came. While the man was shouting harsh words to his Pokémon, we noticed it was afflicted with sleep status (probably from a previous battle).
Now's our chance! I mentally cheered, while grinning at our good fortune. “Alright, Sprik, just walk up to Rattata, you know what to do.”
Generally, trainers would give commands to their partners. Sprik, on the other hand, was practically impossible to get through. I did my best to execute orders from him five years ago but there was no such luck. After a few more hopeless attempts to obey me, I came up with a new style of training. Instead of issuing commands, I got him a sparring dummy to train with— specifically me, which resulted in lots of hospital visits.
By allowing Sprik to fight the way he wanted to, we were actually getting somewhere with our training! What’s more, he would actually listen to me as I was gave some pointers on how to improve swinging his club-like arms. If I were to send him out to battle (like I did now) I wouldn't have to worry about what moves he would use in whatever situation. He was a smart Cacnea. I had total faith that he could take care of himself, so I saw no need to continue disciplining him.
Anyway, back to the fight, Sprik swung his right arm, then his left, and then an uppercut; a three hit combo! Unfortunately, it woke up the Rattata.
“Use Tackle!” the man ordered harshly.
No time for Sprik to block it. It wasn’t necessary, but I yelled, “Jump!” and he obeyed. I hope he wouldn’t mind if I warned him of incoming dangers.
“Again!” the man ordered and the Rattata charged. I didn’t need to warn Sprik the next time for he blocked the attack and smacked the mouse away, doing another three hit combo on it.
The battle continued on in the same manner and I just watched on excitedly. That Rattata sure has a lot of stamina, I’ll give it that, I mentally commented to it, but then immediately pondered, ...How? Rattatas were generally weak Pokémon to begin with. Perhaps the man put him through some sort of special training to stay up this long in battle. Maybe Sprik and I should have that kind of training session when we get the chance.
My thoughts were then interrupted when I looked down to see the Eevee sitting by my leg, staring at me face to face. I admired the cuteness of its tail hitting my leg somewhat hard, and in an instant I was crouched down petting it. It was so cute looking; how could I not ignore the urge of petting something so adorable?
But it also distracted me long enough to not see the man sneak up in front of me.
“Boo!” he quietly caught me off caught, which consequently led me to stumble backwards…. Bad idea. I then remembered I was standing at the edge of a cliff!
“Cac!” I heard Sprik cry out, followed by what I thought was a successful Tackle attack from the opponent.
Quickly, I grabbed onto the ledge with a hand, trying my best to get back up. Reluctantly, I looked down below. Just great, I couldn’t even see the bottom! And to make matters worse there were jagged rocks protruding a ledge or two down!
“Vee!” I glanced up and saw the mammal’s concerned face.
“You're mine now!” the man said as he went to grab the small mammal, and what happened next left me utterly speechless.
The Eevee spun around to face the man, and as soon as its mouth opened, small flames were being directed at the man. Were my eyes playing tricks on me? Did that Eevee use Ember, a fire type move an Eevee isn’t supposed to be able to learn through any means?
Without thinking, I took my hands to rub my eyes to ensure my vision was alright and… uh oh.
“AHHHH!!!” I fell, screaming a long wail at the very top of my lungs as time suddenly slowed down all around me... slowly ticking the last remaining seconds of my life.
Heh... I guess this was the end. I had only just started my journey today... and here I was now. I couldn't believe it happened so fast... but who was I to kid? It felt so real. Oh, the irony...
“I’m sorry, Sprik,” I whispered, tears beginning to well up in my eyes, “but you’re gonna have to venture through these lands without me. And Eevee... I hope you’ll successfully escape the evil clutches of that man.”
I closed my eyes as gravity decided to slowly push me downward, while waiting patiently for the light to engulf my vision completely…
… I continued falling…. And falling…. And eventually, I felt a rough, sharp edge touch my back…
… And before I knew it… a light had covered my world…
… A dim light… to be exact…
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So what do you think? Leave a review if you want, they're highly appreciated (especially constructive ones).
Moving along, I have the second chapter ready but I still have to make edits to it before I post it here (and then replace it on FF.net). And speaking of the second chapter, it was by that time that I started to accept OCs from people at FF.net, and now I'll start accepting OCs from you guys here at TCoD. Here's how to submit, and please put some thought to your characters:
Name/Nickname: Self-explanatory
Gender: M/F/Other (explain)
Species: Pokémon (what type?)/Human/Special*
Age (in human years):
Personality:
Background info: (Optional; I could make it up if you want)
Noticeable features: Shinies are okay but are limited
Special abilities/features (Pokémon/Special only, unless you can come up with a good reason why a human has a special feature on them): For example, a Pikachu using it's electrical powers to create a protective barrier around itself; a Grovyle's leaves on it wrists act like an actual blade, so there's no need to unleash a Leaf Blade move; an Arcanine running at the speed of sound without the use of Quick Attack or Extreme Speed move; etc.
*Could be a Pokémorph, reborn human/Pokémon, transformed human/Pokémon, robot, etc. "Special" species will be limited unfortunately.
Send the information to me by PM and we'll negotiate if necessary. And one last thing about OCs: they won't join the main group on their journey because I already decided on that. They will confront the main group more than once throughout the story, though. (However, depending on the character you give me, I may be able to come up with an excuse for said character to remain with the group, thus making him/her an exception...).
For my last message, I would like to say that I have... difficulties updating, so I encourage you to harass me to work on the next chapter because the pestering will motivate me to get to writing it up.
EDIT: 14/07/2009 (Yeah, I tend to do these to fix up mistakes. =P)
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