AN: So, I wrote a Pokemon fanfiction. I'm not absolutely certain what caused me to do this, but I suspect it'll be a failure. I'll only write more chapters if they're requested, because this probably won't be easy to write for me.
Most people are lucky.
They go to some lab with some professor named after a tree, like Oak, Elm or, I don't know, Maple?
Anyway, they go and they just get given a pokemon, you know what I had to do?
I had to catch my first one.
With my bare hands.
Allow me to tell you about what happened.
I was walking around through some tall grass, when suddenly, a Sandshrew jumped at me and tried to claw my eyes out.
Of course, I was shocked, so I screamed and punched it.
It retaliated my spitting sand in my face and kicking me in the shin.
I jumped on it and held it down on the ground, then I took out a pokeball and tried to capture it.
The pokeball flashed three times and then stopped, I had caught it.
"Hell yeah!" I shouted, "I caught a Sandshrew!"
But what was I going to name him?
"Damn...Darren, I guess."
So I had named the sandshrew Darren.
Later that day, I was walking home through tall grass when a caterpie jumped out of nowhere and bit me.
I threw my pokeball, "Go Darren!" and the sandshrew from earlier came out of it.
"Use tackle!" Darren tackled the caterpie and it fainted, then I made Darren return to his pokeball and I continued walking home.
Once I got home and put band-aids on all of the pokemon inflicted wounds I had gotten that day, I was happy that I had caught a sandshrew.
AN: Dear Rowling, that was horrible, wasn't it? Ugh, please review.
