This is a Timetravelers supplement. But… you don't need to know ANYTHING! All will be explained in the story. Yayayayayay!
And better yet… Ash and Misty aren't called Mom and Dad, as known in the other stories! Yayayayayay!
Thank the Serebii.net fourms for this story. I'd never had written it if I hadn't seen the thread called "Ash+Misty's kids"...
Be warned: lots of yelling today.
P.S. If anyone owns WacDonalds… I don't own it!!!!! (It's what the people in InuYasha use as McDonalds. I like using it too.)
And the title sucks, I know. Just go with it. :)
Part One
January 19th, 2017
Viridian City, 3 p.m.
Welcome to the Ketchum Residence, home of Ash and Misty Ketchum, their wild bunch of kids and a girl named Nayana. She is not the focus of the story though. We're here to talk about Ash and Misty's triplets!
Currently two of the triplets, named Arielle and Ashley, were fighting. Ashley was a girl with long brown hair and tanner skin than her older triplet sister. Arielle was shorter, lighter in skin and had long red hair in a ponytail. Both of them had green eyes and wore flares and blue shirts.
Ashley was holding onto a pink backpack that their mother had bought. Neither of the girls knew whom the backpack was for; Misty had bought it along with a whole bunch of stuff when she went to the mall with Ash.
"That's MINE!" Arielle yelled, pulling on the backpack by the black strap.
"No, it's MINE!" Ashley yelled in return, pulling on the other strap. "This pretty pink backpack would look better on me!"
"NO! STOPPIT! IT'S MY BACKPACK!!!" Arielle shouted on the top of her lungs, pulling her strap with all her might.
"GIRLS!!"
The two girls turned around to see who had done the shouting. Ash and Misty were in the doorway, glaring at the two feuding girls. Misty shook her head and took the backpack from them.
"Actually, this is Nayana's backpack. Yours are in the other bag along with Greg's," Misty said, pointing to a big blue plastic bag. The two girls then sobbed, wanting the pretty pink backpack.
"No fair no fair no fair!" they sobbed.
Ash sighed. Sometimes the girls were so immature. "Sometimes we spoil you three too much. We could have given you two backpacks like Nayana's for this year, but we decided to get you better, personalized backpacks."
The girls then decided to look and see what their loving parents had gotten them. These backpacks were also pink, but with flowers and their names on them. Soon the other pink backpack was forgotten while the girls admired what their parents had gotten them.
"Wow! These are much better!" the girls yelled. Then they looked at their parents and yelled "Thank you!"
"You're welcome. You can consider those one of your birthday presents," Ash said.
Arielle looked at her father and smiled, eyes sparkling. "Really? More presents?"
"Well, it is your tenth birthday tomorrow, and we can't help but spoil your three to death," Ash said.
Ashley smiled mischievously. "I say that you should just spoil us, the good two, and skip our meaner brother Greg."
Arielle smiled and nodded. "He's been a bad boy. He picks on us."
Greg then walked in. He had black hair, white skin and the weird z's under his eyes too. Currently he was wearing blue jeans, a black t-shirt and a red baseball cap. He was just asking to be called Ash Ketchum Junior.
"Yah right," Greg said, glaring. "Like you don't pick on me!"
"I do not!" Arielle yelled.
"Do too!"
The redhead and Greg moved in front of each other to start a fight of their own. Arielle's face was almost as red as her hair, and Greg's fists were shaking. The fight hadn't even begun yet.
"Shut up junior!" Arielle yelled.
She hit a soft spot. "ARRGH! DON'T CALL ME JUNIOR EVER AGAIN!"
"Ok then Ash!" Arielle said, smiling.
That hit an even softer spot. Ash was his first name too, and he loathed being called by that name. [I'm pretty sure he's now junior, but I'm still conflicting that.]
"DON'T CALL ME THAT EITHER!" he screamed.
Just as Greg (everyone calls him that, and it saves my sanity to call him that) was about to jump Arielle, Ashley got in the middle.
"Come on," she insisted. "Can't we work something out?"
That started the fight. Greg pulled Ashley's hair for getting in the middle of him and Arielle. In turn Ashley punched him in the stomach. Arielle, still mad at Greg, kicked him in the shins. Aggravated that Arielle was trying to beat up Greg before she could, Ashley pinched Arielle really hard. The girl screamed.
Misty wasn't too happy about the little fight. No matter how much she'd yell and threaten her children to stop, they wouldn't stop fighting. That usually worked too. So she had no other choice but to resort to violence herself. Good thing Ash caught her first before Misty could use that mallet of hers. :)
"KIDS! STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!"
No luck. Now Arielle was kicking Ashley. Greg then took the opportunity to pull Arielle's hair. Again she screamed and moved back. Unluckily that was where Pikachu happened to be sleeping. As soon as it/he was stepped on, it was over. Everyone had been Thunderbolted and was on the floor, crispy.
"Ow! Dad! Pikachu shocked me!" Arielle yelled.
"Well, you provoked him," Ash said. "What did you expect?"
"Pikachu!" Pikachu agreed, cranky.
Soon everyone was off the floor, and Misty exploded.
"I can't believe the three of you!" she yelled. "I thought by now this sibling rivalry thing would be over with! You three are much more mature than this!"
The triplets looked to the floor. Each of them felt guilty. They really couldn't help but fight, but they didn't want to make their mother mad or disappointed either. Again they had been acting like three-year-olds.
"I should ground you all--"
Ash interrupted his wife. "Look who's talking. I do believe you're the one who still fights with your older siblings."
Misty gave a forced smile to her husband. "Let's go talk about this in the other room dear," she said, grabbing him by the ear and pulling him to another room where no one could see or hear them.
When the two of them came back a few minutes later, Ash had a big lump on his head. He sighed again and sat on the couch in the living room. Perpendicular to the couch was a small love seat the same blue color as the couch. The triplets were now sitting on it.
"What happened?" Arielle asked.
"Here's a lesson for you guys: never piss your mother off unless you have a death wish."
Ash didn't see the mallet coming. Now he had two lumps on his head and he was on the floor.
"Ok, I'll shut up now." He got off the floor and got on the couch with his wife.
"So, what are we doing tomorrow anyway?" Ashley asked.
"You'll see," Ash and Misty said. "But I think you'll enjoy it," Ash added. "If I had a surprise like you three are going to get when I was ten, I would have been the happiest guy on earth."
The triplets nodded. Their parents were good at giving them good presents for their birthdays. Last year they had gotten a trip to the zoo (with animals!) in the Seafoam Islands and a whole lot of money to spend afterward. Like Ash had said, they couldn't help but spoil them sometimes.
Nayana never got such extravagant birthday presents; heck, she never got something so extravagant as what the triplets would get at times. The girl didn't seem to care either, considering she was just Ash's daughter who really had no other family. The girl was grateful just to live here. But enough of that.
Anyway, they really weren't spoiled too much. They did go out a lot (mostly to watch Pokémon battles with their parents, who still trained their Pokémon) and at times, they'd get stuff from their parents.
The triplets wondered what their parents had gone through to give them this year. One year, they had to pay big bucks just to get what the triplets desired. It was right after Christmas, and none of the toys that the triplets wanted were around. Ash had to use his connections in the Pokémon League (his job) just to get some toys that they didn't even play with anymore. But they didn't seem to mind that at all. All that matter to them was to see their oldest kids happy.
Soon it was time for dinner. Ash and Misty was taking everyone out to dinner at WacDonalds, the local fast-food restaurant. The kids crammed in the blue mini-van that Misty drove. In the front were the parents, of course. The next row had two seats. Nayana, the orange-haired, brown-eyed girl that was only two months older than the triplets, occupied one seat. In the other seat was Darian, the other kid of Ash and Misty's. He was just an infant though. In the back three seats were the triplets of course!
"Greg, take off that hat," Misty demanded.
"No way!" he yelled. "It's my lucky hat! I had to write a zillion postcards to get it!"
"That's my son!" Ash yelled, great big smile on his face.
"Yah, he certainly is," Misty replied. "Only you'd send a zillion postcards to get a stupid hat that you could have most likely gotten for him for free! Do you know how much sending all of those postcards out cost me!?"
"Too much," Ash said.
"See?" Misty said.
"Uh, there's the restaurant."
They were in the parking lot of WacDonalds. Tonight wasn't that busy. The little family got out and went inside to get some food. Ash wanted a double cheeseburger, Misty wanted a salad, Nayana wanted a cheeseburger herself, Ashley wanted chicken nuggets, Arielle took a hamburger and Greg took a cheeseburger as well. And Darian took a bottle.
During dinner, no one said much. Nayana talked about the Pokémon team she was training, and that did start a discussion:
"What Pokémon do you want to start out with?"
"A Riachu!" Greg said. "They're much better than Pikachu!"
"Maybe a Bulbasaur," Ashley said. "They look decent."
"I don't want a Pokémon to train; can't I just have a pet?" Arielle asked.
"Whatever."
Once they were done eating, they went home, where no one did anything until bedtime. The triplets went to bed, wondering what would come tomorrow morning.
So? Do you like? I do! :) It seems to go fast, but hey, you get what's going on. The ending seems kind of choppy, but then again, all of mine are. ^^
