SOMETHING POKEMON RELATED
BY ME
Today was painfully boring. Terrance always woke up earlier than everyone else, so his days tended to be longer than most people’s days. As usual, he had nothing to do. He lay in bed staring at the ceiling. He thought abstract thoughts. He read a few different books until he got bored of reading. He made his bed, then got out of it. He fed the pokemon, even though he was only supposed to feed them during the evening. They were becoming fat, and were pretty happy. Terrance was not happy. He was bored.
He brushed his teeth and he brushed his hair. He opened his laptop and checked up on a few of his favorite sites. He heated breakfast in a microwave and sat down at the table to consume it. Breakfast was not good. It was tasteless. He had breathed air more flavorful. That was one good thing about this tiny town. The air was tasty here. It hinted of fresh things. Not fresh like clean, but like flowers, and cool summer breezes.
He grabbed yesterday’s paper and read it over again. This was unbearable. There must be something to do somewhere in here. Something that wasn’t pokemon contests, as those were unbearable as well.
The only thing truly newsworthy was that some guy had finally completed the tunnel that connected Rustboro and Verdanturf. He supposed he could go check that out. Yeah, he’d go do that. He shouldered his bag and, since he was going outside, put on his paper bag over his head. Pausing, he removed it again, and changed out of his pajamas into some clothes less comfortable. He replaced the bag and adjusted it slightly so he could better see through the eyeholes. At the last second he remembered to pack his pokemon. It was dangerous out there, with all those whismurs and zubats. Zubats were a universal cave constant. No cave was complete without them. They were an incredibly invasive species.
Terrance walked out of his house and took a deep breath of delicious air. He loved this air so much. It was like a drug to him. He made straight for the Rusturf tunnel, pretending that he had no time to waste. It was a lot more fun that way.
Inside the tunnel, it was foggy and rocky. The air was heavy and wet, and not as easy to breath as the air outside. He couldn’t see very far. It wasn’t long before his aimless wandering made him practically trip over a whismur. He threw his net ball at it, and MARIE the female remoraid popped out. Half of her hit points were already depleted. Terrance forgot he had forgotten to take her to a pokemon center. Now he had no time to heal her.
That was fine. That was totally fine. A puny little level seven whismur? MARIE had fought harder battles. She even had a two level advantage over him.
MARIE flopped uselessly to the cave floor. Terrance frowned and picked her up in his hand, pointing her at the whismur. She gratefully accepted the assistance.
The whismur flipped its lid and began to start an uproar, wailing and crying. MARIE wriggled in Terrance’s grasp, but he shushed her and did his best to remain calm. This was just training. “Okay, Marie, lock-on…” He helped by aiming her at the screaming abomination of a pokemon. It startled itself by its own cries and cried louder, bringing MARIE’s hit points down to a critical level. “Fire blast!” Terrance shouted over the uproar. He would have shouted it even if it weren’t so loud. He liked to shout the damage-dealing commands.
MARIE, uncharacteristically enough for a remoraid, spewed a huge fire at the whismur, cutting its uproar short as it fell over fainted. Terrance stomped out the ashes around it and left the wild pokemon there. It was illegal to capture wild pokemon after they were fainted, and Terrance didn’t want it anyway.
He gave MARIE a glass of moomoo milk, and she wriggled excitedly in his hands, alive with new energy. “Sorry about that,” Terrance told her. “We still have some more battles, then I’ll put you back in the tank in the house. Okay?” She bounced up into his face playfully. He put her back down on the cave floor. “Stop that. I told you not to jump on people.” She settled down a little bit.
“Okay… Any other pokemon…” Terrance walked around the cave, MARIE flopping after him. He looked up to the ceiling, trying to spot zubats hanging off of it, but it was too foggy to see. Usually they’d be flying all over.
As he was walking and looking up, he tripped over another whismur, and ordered MARIE to dispatch it before it could freak out. She promptly followed her command to bullet seed it to a faint, and gained a level for her efforts. Terrance cheered her for reaching her goal and returned her to her net ball. Now it was MOLLIE’s turn. He threw her net ball.
MOLLIE, too, was a female remoraid, almost the level of six, but not yet. She’d have some trouble fighting these guys, but it wouldn’t be too hard, and as she leveled more and more, it’d get easier. Terrance hated to work his pokemon, but mostly for lack of effort on his part. They truly thrived on growing and experiencing things. It was oddly inspirational.
Terrance and MOLLIE ran around until they crossed the path of another whismur. It made a racket, but MOLLIE managed to get the job done and level up. Terrance refreshed her with some moomoo milk before looking for more. It made him nervous to go into a battle with a weakened pokemon.
They fought on whismur after whismur until MOLLIE, too, was level ten. Terrance found his way out of the tunnel and stepped out into the sunlight again. It was so much more clear outside. He took a deep breath of that sweet, good air, and let MARIE out of her net ball. He had one more pokemon inside her ball, but she wasn’t welcome inside the pokemon center, and she was fully healed anyway. Terrance gathered up the fish in his arms and strolled into the pokemon center, walking swiftly past the people lounging on the couches. He set the remoraids on the counter.
“Schellenger,” Nurse Joy smiled. “Let me guess. You’ve been training?”
“Yes, Joy. They’re growing pretty fast.”
Nurse Joy inspected the pokemon he’d laid down for her and healed them on her machine. “Good as new,” She smiled as she handed the remoraids back to Terrance. “They’re so sweet. Take good care of them!”
Terrance nodded, picked up the pokemon, and left, adjusting his paper bag. Once he was out, he glanced up at the sun. It was about noon time. He had about half a day left to waste. Sighing, he returned his pokemon to their net balls and entered his house to microwave some lunch.
He picked at lunch. He shifted around in his chair. He stared at the wall. He let his pokemon out of their balls and watched them play as he ate his lunch. He paced. He stretched. He swept and he dusted and he cleaned. The pokemon helped too, but they sensed his unease, and they began to feel it too. It was a subtle feeling, and you could almost ignore it if you had a distraction. But Terrance had no distraction, so it weighed down on him more heavily than on most. It was the feeling you get when you know that despite everything,
you haven’t made a single mark on the world. And out of all the feelings he had ever felt, this hunger for adventure, almost a need for it- it was the worst he could ever feel.
It was all so boring in this town…
“Come on,” Terrance told his pokemon. “Let’s go outside and train some more. If we make it both to level fifteen before the end of today, we can start training by the flower patches tomorrow. The pokemon there are a lot more annoying and strong against your type, but you’ll get a lot more experience points over there, and I think you should be fine.”
At the end of the day, MARIE was level 22, and MOLLIE was level 23. Terrance was satisfied with them. They had worked hard today. He changed into his pajamas, fed the pokemon, and snuck into bed. He read himself to sleep because he wasn’t tired.
The next day was mostly the same, except in a different place. They fought some trainers as well. By the end of the day they were both level 35.
The day after that, Terrance was gone.
TO BE CONTINUED
PROBABLY
OR NOT IT JUST DEPENDS ON MY MOOD
i39.tinypic.com/mvoody.jpgjust sticking this here because I love you Winter