From: JoE The um......something...
Subject: Re: [PW!] Oh Victreebell, Oh Victreebell...
Date: Thursday, December 30, 1999 11:39 AM
In article <12280-3867E22B-5@storefull-113.iap.bryant.webtv.net>,
TheOver-Powerer@webtv.net (Tech Weaver, LiveFromTheBunker) wrote:
> A trio of Rockets sat around a campfire. The light from the flames
cast
> eerie shadows across their faces and trees of Viridian Forest. Bon
and
> Ian, two rockets who could easily pass for a female cooltrainer and
> super-nerd, respectively, leaned closer to their grungey companion,
> Clyde, as he wove a tale in a hushed voice.
>
> "Eh-choing through tha forest, they could 'ear its ungodly
murmurings,"
> Clyde whispered to his partners in his usual accent. "Wak... wak...
> wak...
>
> "Tha trio ah campers stood close tah-gether, frightened outta dere
wits
> as the sound grew nearer...
>
> "Wak... wak... wak...
>
> "Suddonly, tha sound stopped..." Clyde grew quiet. The forest around
> them seemed to grow quiet with him. " 'ad he gone?' they campers
> thought tah themselves. They 'eld their breathes, waitin' for thah
> sound to cum again..." Ian held his breath as well. Clyde got
quieter,
> if that was possible, causing Bon and Ian to lean in closer to him.
> "Then thah Were-o-wak, 'almost invisyble in they dark o' thah forest,"
> Clyde reached out with his arm, shaping his hand into a claw, "reached
> out an'..."
>
> Ian's screams could be heard throughout the forest when he felt a hand
> on his shoulder. Bon and Clyde couldn't contain their laughter.
> Sneaking up behind someone while someone else was telling a scary
story
> and then grabbing his shoulder was the oldest trick in the book, and
Ian
> fell for it.
>
> "Ian, man," laughed Clyde. "You scream like ah girl!"
>
> "Yeah," agreed Bon, holding her belly as she laughed. "You scream
like
> a.... HEY!"
>
> "That's not funny, you guys!" scolded Ian. He then mumbled, "I think
I
> wet myself..." Clyde and Ian laughed harder. "Oh, shut up!"
>
> "Calm down, Ian," Bon said as she wiped a tear from her eye. "It's
not
> like the Were-o-wak's real or anything."
>
> "Oh, sure it 'tis," said Clyde.
>
> "Stop it," scolded Bon. "I think we've had enough fun at Ian's
> expense."
>
> "I ain't kiddin', Bonnie-girl," said Clyde. "I 'eard from ah coupla
me
> mates from Cinnibar that ah coupla Rockets were attacked in ah
warehouse
> by thah Were-o-wak. I also 'eard that some of our chums were beaten
> down by ''im on Route One last month."
>
> "I've heard enough of this," protested Ian as he stood up from his
log.
> "I'm going to sle-" Ian was silenced by a loud, cracking sound.
>
> "What was that?" asked Bon.
>
> "Uh...." stammered Ian. "It was probably nothing...."
>
> "Or..." added Clyde, turning slowly towards Ian with a mischeivous
grin.
> "...Maybe it 'twas thah Were-o-wak!"
>
> Ian gulped.
>
> "I think it's over dis way," Clyde taunted. He slowly approached some
> bushes. "Oh, Mr. Were-o-waaaaak...." he sang. "Come out, come out
> whereever you are... Ha ha ha..."
>
> Bon put a hand on her forehead, shaking her head at Clyde's adolescent
> theatrics.
>
> "Enough is enough, Clyde!" she said. "It's not funny anymore.....
> Clyde?"
>
> Bon and Ian looked around. Clyde was gone.
>
> "Clyde?" she called. No answer.
>
> "Bon...." began Ian, "Where's Clyde?"
>
> Bon's only answer was pulling out her microphone and unraveling its
> cord. She had her bull-whip-like weapon ready, in case something bad
> was happening. She slowly scanned the perimeter of their campsite
with
> her eyes. She heard some rustling in a nearby bush. She slowly began
> to approuch the bush, microphone cord at the ready.
>
> "Clyde?" she tried to call out. It was mere stage-whisper in her
fear.
> Ian slowly crept up behind Bon.
>
> "Bon..." admitted Ian, quivering in fear. "I'm scared..."
>
> Bon didn't want to admit it, but she was scared too. Scared for
Clyde.
> Scared for Ian. Scared for herself. If this was a joke, she resolved
> to be royally P-O'ed.
>
> Terror caused Ian to shake violently. He looked behind himself
quickly.
> When he turned back, Bon was gone.
>
> "B-b-b-b Bon?" Ian called out. "C-c-c-c Clyde?"
>
> No answer. Even the bugs were silent.
>
> "Th-th-this isn't f-funny anymore, y-y-you guys," he stammered out.
He
> was almost crying in fear.
>
> He began to walk backwards, afraid of the spot Bon once stood. Where
> were they? What happened to them? Were they...?
>
> He felt himself back into something. A hand landed on his shoulder.
He
> made a small yelp, then a sigh of releif.
>
> "Geez, you guys," he said slowly turning around. "You nearly gave me
> a..."
>
> Ian's screams could be heard throughout Viridian Forest.
>
> Smasher woke up with a start in the Pewter City Gym. Next to his bed,
> Shuriken the Staryu and Cliff Diver the Clefairy lay curled up on the
> floor, sleeping. He could see that his back pack was half open. Man,
> he had some weird dreams.
>
> He looked back at his back pack. The one that contained his Marowak
> costume. He thought he had closed it.
>
> Putting that out of his mind, Smasher lay back in his bed and drifted
> back to sleep.
>
> To be continued...
>
> [NS: Damn! Why can't I write this good in English class?]
>
The next morning Ema and Smasher went to the hospital to see Morgan.
Ema aproached the desk of the secretary and said, "Excuse me, could you
tell me what room Morgan Erna is in?"
The secretary looked up at Ema and politely informed her that last
night Morgan ran off by jumping out the window. In jumping he lost his
hospital gown and was wandering the streets naked ever since.
Smasher was looking in a candy machine with Cliff Diver, his Clefairy,
and Shurriken, his Starmie, and didn't her the news. Ema walked over to
him with a weird face. "And?" Smasher asked.
"Well," Ema started, "We have to find a naked kid."
"What?!" Smasher said as his head jolted up from the candy machine as
did Cliff Divers and Shurrikens.
TBC
[NS: sorry this one took so long and other thibngs that I cant think
of. I havnt been feeling that great. =(]
>
>
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~JoE
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