This is just something that I though up, we'll see if I ever take it anywhere. I have no idea why I wrote it in second person or if I even was consistent in writing it in second person, so point out any errors that you can find. There might be some tense errors that I missed (I have no idea what I am doing), so if you see any could you point those out too.
Like everyone else I am not lucky enough to own the Pokémon franchise.
Racing down the street you hope that you can get away, away from the pair of overgrown dogs and the stupid sentient magnet. Risking a look over your shoulder you wonder why the hell you even considered doing it in the first place.
It was supposed to be easy, a simple break in. Help was even offered, but no — you don't need any help. You found it insulting that it was thought you needed any help at all. What the fuck did you expect to happen when you decided that your pride was all you need to justify breaking in and steal something guarded by pokémon. A single person against four or five pokémon, did you think that you could just waltz in grab what you need and leave unconfronted? It was a miracle that you even got out of there at all.
It's a good thing that you're used to physical activity or you wouldn't have even made it down the first alley and around the corner without being caught by your three pursuers. Jumping through the already broken window gave you a small head start, but you know that you can't keep this up. Losing the first two is easy you think; all you needed to do is cross the busy four lane road ahead of you. A car horn blares as you're almost hit by a blue minivan before making it to the other side, heart pounding. You can hear the barking of your pokémon pursuers get closer.
One of the smaller orange and black pokémon was stupid enough to follow you and is rewarded with a car in the face. You wince at the crunch of the glass and flesh; that could have been you. Pushing that thought out of your mind you race down the alley content with the fact that the other growlithe is stuck on the other side of the road, probably not wanting to replicate your suicidal sprint into the oncoming cars. The other pokémon is not hampered by the cars; instead it flies closer unfazed and still hot your heels.
Breathing heavily you round another corner just to notice that a fence is not twenty feet in front of you, but that's not the worst thing. Skin crawling you have just enough time to think, "I fuck'n hate electric types" before losing consciousness.