Ages: 10-Ash, 11-Misty, 12-Brock
Dexter's Revenge
Ash, Misty, Brock, and Pikachu were in Viridian Forest, looking for pokemon. "Ash, hurry up! I want to get out of here!" Misty squeaked.
"Yeah, alright, alright.! A pokemon!" Ash said. He grabbed his pokedex from his pocket and opened it up. He pointed it at the pokemon in front of them. It stayed silent. "Huh? What's the matter with this piece of metal and wires?"
"What's the matter, you ask? Well, you're the problem, that's for sure!" It said, "And how dare you call me a piece of metal and wires! I'm the one that's kept you a trainer!"
"Am I hearing right? Or did I just hear this thing SAY more then what it use to?" Ash asked. Brock was staring at the poke dex. Misty was blinking a lot.
"You got that right, you did! And I'm sick of you!" it snapped.
"Huh? Why?" Ash asked.
"Because you're a idiot, that's why!"
"HEY! YOU DO KNOW I COULD USE A SLEDGE HAMMER AND SMASH YOU!" Ash yelled at the pokedex.
"Ya right, you couldn't lift a bug!"
"That's it!" Ash threw the pokedex. It hit one of the trees and dropped to the ground.
"I'm not destroyed that easily," the pokedex said, "but your stronger then I thought."
"Let's go," Ash said sternly. He turned his back. Before he could take one step, something hit him on the back of the head. "Hey!"
Ash spun around and looked to see what hit him. The poke dex lay on the ground at his feet, open. He stared at it. The red half-globe looking thing glittered.
"I don't give up that easily!" it said
"What cha going to do? Try to murder me?" Ash smirked, "There's not a thing you can do to me! All you are is a piece of scrap metal!"
"That the case, then? Well, let me show you what a piece of scrap metal can do!" it said. The poke dex sprung from the ground and bit him.
"Oh I'm in so much pain!" Ash said sarcastically. It let go and dropped to the ground. It snapped and bit at him. He'd jump back, out of it's reach.
When it had to rest a second, Ash took that opportunity to grab it and hold it shut. "Misty! Come help me here!" he said.
Misty stepped next to him. "Hold it!" he said.
"No way! That thing will bite my hand off!" she said.
"Then get that rope out of my book bag, at least," Ash said. Misty took some rope out. He tied it around the poke dex a few times and knotted it.
"Let's go call Prof. Oak and see what he has to say," Brock said.
At a PKMN center's phone the trio were talking to Prof. Oak a few minutes later. "What's the problem, Ash?" he asked.
"It's my poke dex, Professor," Ash said, "it's gone haywire. It tried to kill me!"
"I've never heard anything so insane in my entire life!" Oak said, "But.explain to me what happened."
Ash explained every detail of the attack. Prof. Oak frowned.
"Send me the lunatic poke dex then," he said. Ash slid it in the slot (it putting up a struggle) and it went to the lab. Prof. Oak took the rope off it.
"Die!" it screamed. The poke dex clamped onto Prof. Oak's head.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Oak screamed, running around the lab.
"Oh, why don't we leave him to work in, er, peace?" Ash said. Misty and Brock nodded. He hung up.
Dexter's Revenge
Ash, Misty, Brock, and Pikachu were in Viridian Forest, looking for pokemon. "Ash, hurry up! I want to get out of here!" Misty squeaked.
"Yeah, alright, alright.! A pokemon!" Ash said. He grabbed his pokedex from his pocket and opened it up. He pointed it at the pokemon in front of them. It stayed silent. "Huh? What's the matter with this piece of metal and wires?"
"What's the matter, you ask? Well, you're the problem, that's for sure!" It said, "And how dare you call me a piece of metal and wires! I'm the one that's kept you a trainer!"
"Am I hearing right? Or did I just hear this thing SAY more then what it use to?" Ash asked. Brock was staring at the poke dex. Misty was blinking a lot.
"You got that right, you did! And I'm sick of you!" it snapped.
"Huh? Why?" Ash asked.
"Because you're a idiot, that's why!"
"HEY! YOU DO KNOW I COULD USE A SLEDGE HAMMER AND SMASH YOU!" Ash yelled at the pokedex.
"Ya right, you couldn't lift a bug!"
"That's it!" Ash threw the pokedex. It hit one of the trees and dropped to the ground.
"I'm not destroyed that easily," the pokedex said, "but your stronger then I thought."
"Let's go," Ash said sternly. He turned his back. Before he could take one step, something hit him on the back of the head. "Hey!"
Ash spun around and looked to see what hit him. The poke dex lay on the ground at his feet, open. He stared at it. The red half-globe looking thing glittered.
"I don't give up that easily!" it said
"What cha going to do? Try to murder me?" Ash smirked, "There's not a thing you can do to me! All you are is a piece of scrap metal!"
"That the case, then? Well, let me show you what a piece of scrap metal can do!" it said. The poke dex sprung from the ground and bit him.
"Oh I'm in so much pain!" Ash said sarcastically. It let go and dropped to the ground. It snapped and bit at him. He'd jump back, out of it's reach.
When it had to rest a second, Ash took that opportunity to grab it and hold it shut. "Misty! Come help me here!" he said.
Misty stepped next to him. "Hold it!" he said.
"No way! That thing will bite my hand off!" she said.
"Then get that rope out of my book bag, at least," Ash said. Misty took some rope out. He tied it around the poke dex a few times and knotted it.
"Let's go call Prof. Oak and see what he has to say," Brock said.
At a PKMN center's phone the trio were talking to Prof. Oak a few minutes later. "What's the problem, Ash?" he asked.
"It's my poke dex, Professor," Ash said, "it's gone haywire. It tried to kill me!"
"I've never heard anything so insane in my entire life!" Oak said, "But.explain to me what happened."
Ash explained every detail of the attack. Prof. Oak frowned.
"Send me the lunatic poke dex then," he said. Ash slid it in the slot (it putting up a struggle) and it went to the lab. Prof. Oak took the rope off it.
"Die!" it screamed. The poke dex clamped onto Prof. Oak's head.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Oak screamed, running around the lab.
"Oh, why don't we leave him to work in, er, peace?" Ash said. Misty and Brock nodded. He hung up.