Disclaimer; I do not own Pokemon or anything else in this fan fic except
for Celandine, but I'll be happy to give her away.
An alarm clock went off. It rang continuously for a few minutes, before an arm emerged from a cocoon of blankets and swiped at the alarm clock, sending it flying onto the floor. MarySue - the ultimate, the Queen of all other MarySues, rolled out of bed, landing not-so-gracefully on the alarm clock. It wasn't going to be a good day.
However, after three espressos and a tube of sherbet, Queen MarySue was feeling much better. She skipped over to her computer, swinging her mousy brown hair. She really felt like writing a story. She hadn't written a story herself since she'd been elected Queen, preferring to slip poisonous plot bunnies into some poor innocent writer's imagination and let them do the dirty work while she watched over their shoulder.
But today would be different. Queen MarySue plopped down into her twirly chair, spun round three times for luck and opened up Microsoft Word.
A/N; If any of you fanfic authors out there find yourselves spinning around three times before writing a story, then the MarySue Queen has you in her clutches. Beware.
Queen MarySue giggled like a demented Fanfiction virus and started typing.
Ash ran after his little yellow Pokemon, clutching a bundle of sticks.
"Pikachu, wait up! Come back! Oof!" Ash lay sprawled where he had fallen, his small pile of twigs spread out in front of him.
"Stupid rock." Then something clicked in Ash's mind. He hadn't tripped over a rock. Pikachu came back. "Pika?"
Ash sat up and twisted round to see what he had fallen over. A pair of feet was sticking out of a nearby holly bush. Ash tugged at the feet and a young girl about Ash's age slid out into view, somehow contriving not to get her face scratched.
A/N; Never saw that one coming, did you, readers?
Ash looked at the girl in shock for a few seconds, before automatically reaching for a Pokeball and releasing Charizard.
"Charizard, carry her back to camp." Ash commanded, before turning and walking back to their camp in a daze.
When the trio reached the camp, Charizard dropped the unconscious girl onto a conveniently placed table and stomped off, presumably to wash every part of him that touched the bimbo.
Brock rushed over. He has girl radar, you see. The teenager took one look at the unconscious girl and gasped. The girl was stunningly beautiful. Long curly silver hair fell to her waist and she had flawless golden skin.
Misty returned from the spring with a bucket of water. Brock refused to drink the water that came out of the Squirtle. She bent over the unconscious kid and gasped. Water splashed out of the bucket and fell like rain onto the comatose girl's face. The girl sat up and stretched prettily. When she opened her eyes, Ash saw that she had incredibly huge starry violet eyes. Misty squealed, despite the fact that she had never squealed before in her life, and flung her arms around the girl's neck.
"Do you know her?" Ash inquired pointlessly.
"Yes I do, this is my younger, much beloved but never-before-mentioned younger sister Celandine Waterflower!" Misty said happily. Pikachu blinked. Misty only has three sisters, and that girl isn't one of them.he thought to himself.
"Your younger sister? Oh right. That makes perfect sense." Ash said. For a moment Pikachu thought he was joking, but then realized he was completely serious. There was something twisted going on here.
"Are you on your Pokemon journey?" Celandine inquired, blinking her violet eyes at Ash. Ash blushed and muttered something incoherent.
"May I travel along with you?" Celandine asked plaintively. "I have Pokemon of my own, see?"
She released a Vaporeon, Kadabra, Jolteon, Flareon, Bellossom, and a Pikachu suddenly materialised, neatly perched on her shoulder. Pikachu glared at her and her Pokemon. No-one else seemed to have noticed anything out of the ordinary.
"Shall we leave now?" Celandine inquired, swinging her abnormally long legs off the table and picking up a suddenly-there rucksack from the ground. She turned and, with a triumphant butt-wiggle, strolled off down an equally suddenly-there woodland path. Ash, Misty and Brock followed her like drones. Pikachu hopped up onto Ash's backpack and folded his little arms, glaring at Celandine's mass of silver hair. He was going to keep an eye on her.
An alarm clock went off. It rang continuously for a few minutes, before an arm emerged from a cocoon of blankets and swiped at the alarm clock, sending it flying onto the floor. MarySue - the ultimate, the Queen of all other MarySues, rolled out of bed, landing not-so-gracefully on the alarm clock. It wasn't going to be a good day.
However, after three espressos and a tube of sherbet, Queen MarySue was feeling much better. She skipped over to her computer, swinging her mousy brown hair. She really felt like writing a story. She hadn't written a story herself since she'd been elected Queen, preferring to slip poisonous plot bunnies into some poor innocent writer's imagination and let them do the dirty work while she watched over their shoulder.
But today would be different. Queen MarySue plopped down into her twirly chair, spun round three times for luck and opened up Microsoft Word.
A/N; If any of you fanfic authors out there find yourselves spinning around three times before writing a story, then the MarySue Queen has you in her clutches. Beware.
Queen MarySue giggled like a demented Fanfiction virus and started typing.
Ash ran after his little yellow Pokemon, clutching a bundle of sticks.
"Pikachu, wait up! Come back! Oof!" Ash lay sprawled where he had fallen, his small pile of twigs spread out in front of him.
"Stupid rock." Then something clicked in Ash's mind. He hadn't tripped over a rock. Pikachu came back. "Pika?"
Ash sat up and twisted round to see what he had fallen over. A pair of feet was sticking out of a nearby holly bush. Ash tugged at the feet and a young girl about Ash's age slid out into view, somehow contriving not to get her face scratched.
A/N; Never saw that one coming, did you, readers?
Ash looked at the girl in shock for a few seconds, before automatically reaching for a Pokeball and releasing Charizard.
"Charizard, carry her back to camp." Ash commanded, before turning and walking back to their camp in a daze.
When the trio reached the camp, Charizard dropped the unconscious girl onto a conveniently placed table and stomped off, presumably to wash every part of him that touched the bimbo.
Brock rushed over. He has girl radar, you see. The teenager took one look at the unconscious girl and gasped. The girl was stunningly beautiful. Long curly silver hair fell to her waist and she had flawless golden skin.
Misty returned from the spring with a bucket of water. Brock refused to drink the water that came out of the Squirtle. She bent over the unconscious kid and gasped. Water splashed out of the bucket and fell like rain onto the comatose girl's face. The girl sat up and stretched prettily. When she opened her eyes, Ash saw that she had incredibly huge starry violet eyes. Misty squealed, despite the fact that she had never squealed before in her life, and flung her arms around the girl's neck.
"Do you know her?" Ash inquired pointlessly.
"Yes I do, this is my younger, much beloved but never-before-mentioned younger sister Celandine Waterflower!" Misty said happily. Pikachu blinked. Misty only has three sisters, and that girl isn't one of them.he thought to himself.
"Your younger sister? Oh right. That makes perfect sense." Ash said. For a moment Pikachu thought he was joking, but then realized he was completely serious. There was something twisted going on here.
"Are you on your Pokemon journey?" Celandine inquired, blinking her violet eyes at Ash. Ash blushed and muttered something incoherent.
"May I travel along with you?" Celandine asked plaintively. "I have Pokemon of my own, see?"
She released a Vaporeon, Kadabra, Jolteon, Flareon, Bellossom, and a Pikachu suddenly materialised, neatly perched on her shoulder. Pikachu glared at her and her Pokemon. No-one else seemed to have noticed anything out of the ordinary.
"Shall we leave now?" Celandine inquired, swinging her abnormally long legs off the table and picking up a suddenly-there rucksack from the ground. She turned and, with a triumphant butt-wiggle, strolled off down an equally suddenly-there woodland path. Ash, Misty and Brock followed her like drones. Pikachu hopped up onto Ash's backpack and folded his little arms, glaring at Celandine's mass of silver hair. He was going to keep an eye on her.