From: µ
Subject: [PW!] I know it's a crap one......Heh
Date: Thursday, November 04, 1999 3:23 AM
* Episode One - First loss *
"Clint! Clint!"
"Urh...? Fuzz.... It's 10 in the morning, let me sleep....."
"But Clint! You'll miss out on Oak!"
"Gyah! Oak! I forgot! I need to grab my Pokémon today.."
After a quick dialogue with Fuzz, Clint went racing out of the small shack
he built when he was old enough to carry small pieces of wood and tore down
the cruddy path leading from his home to the main street. 'My only hope of
getting out of this town is Pokémon' he thought to himself, 'if I don't get
a good one I'll never become a good trainer and I'll be worthless ALL of my
life.' The line was long, as it always is when Professor Oak is in a
generous mood. Clint was rather impatient, so he pickpocketed a few people
while he waited. Damn! If this line never shortens I'll get stuck with
something like a Nidoran!"
Clint had seen Nidorans in the past, scraggly little things that were always
trying to eat his dinner, he hated them - He barely managed to defend
himself with a trashcan lid last time they decided he was to share his slice
of bread.
Eventually, the day grew long and Clint stood before Professor Oak.
"Greetings young man! Have I got a beauty for you!" Professor exclaimed.
'Buggery' Thought Clint, 'he's run out of good ones and is trying to humor
me.'
"Here you go son, a nice Abra"
"Nifty! An Abra! Thanks. Um... Aren't I meant to get a Pokédex too?"
"Oh, er, well... We ran out of those, I can mail you one if you give me the
address"
"Um...I don't actually have an address... Don't worry, I'll get by without
one."
"If you're sure, drop by sometime later and I'll give you one when they're
in stock"
"Okay, I'm gonna go training now, thanks for the Abra Professor Oak!"
"You're welcome young lad."
That being done with Clint exited Oaks Lab and proceeded to the outskirts of
Pallet Town. "Clint! Clint you bastard!" It was Fuzz trailing behind him...
"What is it?" Clint snapped back at him while not breaking pace.
"What did you get? I got a Krabby! Isn't that neat?" Fuzz showed entirely
too much enthusiasm for someone who always said Pokémon was for people who
couldn't fight themselves. "Well. I got an Abra, so there!" Clint said,
hopefully showing him up.
"Really? Do you want a battle before we split ways?" Fuzz asked,
anticipating a yes, he pulled out his Pokéball.
"I suppose I could." Clint replied acting tough, taking out his Pokéball he
pushed the button and Abra sprang out. Fuzz held his own up high then
yelled "Kookie Monsta! I choose you!" The Krabby burst out clicking it's
pincers. "Hang on a minute, we can NAME them too?" Clint enquired.... "Of
course" replied Fuzz, "that's half the fun!"
'Hmmm...' Thought Clint "Then I'll name my Abra, Omen!"
Kookie Monsta pulled up close to Omen, who was at the moment asleep,
chattering and clicking like all Krabbys do. Fuzz took the initiative and
yelled "Kookie! Bubble NOW!" Stunned at Fuzz's bizarre antics, Clint took a
while to realise the battle was on.
"Omen! Um..... SLEEP!" Omen obediantly obeyed...
Fuzz laughed "Ha! Don't you know any attacks? Didn't you get a Pokédex? No
of course not, I got the last one!" Clint sneered at him, as Kookie Monsta's
Bubble hit Omen, but Omen wasn't there any more, he was next to Fuzz -
Asleep. "I can easily beat you Clint, all an Abra knows is Teleport, and
that's not even offensive!" Fuzz jeered. Clint remarked to himself how much
of an asshole Fuzz was when he had the slightest power. "Damn, then I give
up" Clint conceded, there was no point in continuing if he couldn't do
anything.
"Well, I'll catch you later, I'm off to get me my first badge, I hear Brocks
a sucker for water moves! Lucky me I didn't get a useless Abra" Fuzz called
as Kookie Monsta returned to the Pokéball. "Yeah, go away" Clint said,
depressed Abra couldn't do anything. He headed back into Pallet, and to his
shack, one consolation, soon he would get a Pokédex of his own and be able
to head out of town. He decided he needed some dinner, so he trundled down
to the ocean, sat down on a rock and began to fish. "Magikarp" he remakred
to himself shortly after "Magikarp are terrible, you can't train them, you
can barely eat them - They must be extremely useful for training, shame my
Abra can't do anything but save it's own neck..."
"What? Who said that?" Clint called.
Clint couldn't work out the direction of the voice, but looked down
instinctively, there sitting next to him was a rather putrescent
semi-transparent green blob.
"What? You're talking? What are you? A Pokémon? I've heard of talking
Pokémon before, but they were ones I'd actually heard of, if you know what I
mean" He was truly shocked, what possibly could this thing be?
"Really? Wow! That would be great, but first, what should I call you? I
don't have any spare Pokéballs, so where would you go?"
"Um, okay I suppose" Clint replied hesistantly, lifting the blob up onto his
shoulder after a few failed squidgy attempts at grabbing it.
* Fade *
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