OK, here we go. The first chapter of my first attempt at Pokemon Fan-
Fiction, well, actually, my first attempt at Pokemon Fan-Fiction turned
into an article comparing humans to Magikarp, but that's irrelevant, this
is actually a piece of fiction, that is clearly pokemon based in parts.
Please bear in mind that what's going to happen is largely unknown to me at
this point, I have, however, sort of decided a few of the obscurities in
this chapter. It will all come together eventually, though, assuming I
finish the fic, that is.
Haunts, Chapter 1, Beginnings and a nap.
He slept. He slept some more. Even more he slept. She slept also. She slept some more. And more, she slept. They slept. They slept together. Not in a sexual way, though. They were in separate beds, but they were in the same room. They were tired before they started sleeping. They would have slept in the middle of a field in Alaska in the middle of winter if they had too, but they were in nice comfortable beds, in a room. They were so tired when they started sleeping that they forgot who they were. All he knew is that he was tired, and that he was one with her. All she knew was that she was tired, and that she was one with him. If only they knew the significance of the he, the she and the they. If only they knew the significance of the sleep. If only they knew.
There are few things in this universe that make sense. Haunts wasn't one of them, and he knew it. He was an unusual Haunter. He wasn't any different than the usual Haunter at first glance, but for some reason you would never see him at night, or in dark rooms. Only where and when it was light. You'd only notice this after a few times of seeing him. Yes, Haunts was a Haunter who was afraid of the dark. The more he tried to rationalise it, the more he confused himself. He'd rationalise that the dark could contain unknown things that would hunt him down, but he was a ghost, and he was already dead, so why he'd be worried that he'd die bothered him.
It bothered his trainer too. His trainer was called Dave. He was a sixteen- year-old boy, and was six foot. He had blue eyes and black hair. He got Haunts as his starter pokemon, at ten. Of course, Haunts was a ghastly back then, but after two years Haunts evolved, and his attitude didn't change. Haunts used to be scared of the light, but now, for some reason, he was scared of the dark. "What would cause a ghost pokemon to make such a dramatic shift?" Dave often asked to himself. He also asked that to Professor Birch, the professor who'd started Dave off on his pokemon journey. Birch was as confused about the matter as Dave, and so was every other professor Birch talked to.
He continued to sleep. She continued to sleep. They continued to sleep. He dreamt a dream. She dreamt a dream. They dreamt the same dream. They dreamt different dreams. He dreamt of being sea. She dreamt of being sand. They dreamt of being the coast. He came in on her disorderly. She disappeared for a time. They remained the same. He went out from her. She re-emerged, the same and yet different. They remained the same. And so it went on. He still didn't know who he was. She still didn't know who she was. They still didn't know who they were. He was closer to knowing who she was. She was closer to knowing who he was. They knew they were the same. They knew that they were different. He stopped dreaming of being sea. She stopped dreaming of being sand. They stopped dreaming of being the coast. Yet all three continued to sleep.
A boy was bouncing around the room while watching TV, while a girl of the same age was sat watching the same program. The boy looked scruffy. His hair was un-brushed, his socks were odd, and one had a big whole in at the top of the big toe, his face was unwashed, his jeans tatty, going at the knee, and his T-Shirt was filthy, and had a hole in. The girl looked neat and tidy. Her long hair was tied in a perfect pony-tail, her dress was as clean as soap, her socks frilly, shoes buckled up, and a nice belt was tied around her waist. Despite the obvious differences, you could tell they were twins just by looking at them.
When Haunts was still a ghastly, Dave had to adjust his sleep patterns in order to train him, as he was scared of the light, and so training in day just wasn't an option. Also, caves were awkward to go through, since Dave's eyes demanded light, but he couldn't get something to use flash, since Haunts would be immobilised with fear. The reason Haunts didn't just stay inside his pokeball during these times, is that, like the light, Haunts was scared of it. Haunts was scared of it even more than the light, leading Dave to wonder if there were tiny lights inside of pokeballs.
After Haunts evolved, Dave was eternally grateful. Haunts stopped being afraid of the light. He preferred the dark, but didn't mind the light. Haunts, however, was still scared of being inside of pokeballs, but, that didn't concern Dave, as there were several individual pokemon that didn't like pokeballs, and it didn't effect him too strongly.
Six months ago, however, Haunts became afraid of the dark. This did not, however, mean that Haunts liked his pokeball any more. Dave decided that as well as the dark now, and the light before, Haunts didn't like enclosed spaces.
Haunts, Chapter 1, Beginnings and a nap.
He slept. He slept some more. Even more he slept. She slept also. She slept some more. And more, she slept. They slept. They slept together. Not in a sexual way, though. They were in separate beds, but they were in the same room. They were tired before they started sleeping. They would have slept in the middle of a field in Alaska in the middle of winter if they had too, but they were in nice comfortable beds, in a room. They were so tired when they started sleeping that they forgot who they were. All he knew is that he was tired, and that he was one with her. All she knew was that she was tired, and that she was one with him. If only they knew the significance of the he, the she and the they. If only they knew the significance of the sleep. If only they knew.
There are few things in this universe that make sense. Haunts wasn't one of them, and he knew it. He was an unusual Haunter. He wasn't any different than the usual Haunter at first glance, but for some reason you would never see him at night, or in dark rooms. Only where and when it was light. You'd only notice this after a few times of seeing him. Yes, Haunts was a Haunter who was afraid of the dark. The more he tried to rationalise it, the more he confused himself. He'd rationalise that the dark could contain unknown things that would hunt him down, but he was a ghost, and he was already dead, so why he'd be worried that he'd die bothered him.
It bothered his trainer too. His trainer was called Dave. He was a sixteen- year-old boy, and was six foot. He had blue eyes and black hair. He got Haunts as his starter pokemon, at ten. Of course, Haunts was a ghastly back then, but after two years Haunts evolved, and his attitude didn't change. Haunts used to be scared of the light, but now, for some reason, he was scared of the dark. "What would cause a ghost pokemon to make such a dramatic shift?" Dave often asked to himself. He also asked that to Professor Birch, the professor who'd started Dave off on his pokemon journey. Birch was as confused about the matter as Dave, and so was every other professor Birch talked to.
He continued to sleep. She continued to sleep. They continued to sleep. He dreamt a dream. She dreamt a dream. They dreamt the same dream. They dreamt different dreams. He dreamt of being sea. She dreamt of being sand. They dreamt of being the coast. He came in on her disorderly. She disappeared for a time. They remained the same. He went out from her. She re-emerged, the same and yet different. They remained the same. And so it went on. He still didn't know who he was. She still didn't know who she was. They still didn't know who they were. He was closer to knowing who she was. She was closer to knowing who he was. They knew they were the same. They knew that they were different. He stopped dreaming of being sea. She stopped dreaming of being sand. They stopped dreaming of being the coast. Yet all three continued to sleep.
A boy was bouncing around the room while watching TV, while a girl of the same age was sat watching the same program. The boy looked scruffy. His hair was un-brushed, his socks were odd, and one had a big whole in at the top of the big toe, his face was unwashed, his jeans tatty, going at the knee, and his T-Shirt was filthy, and had a hole in. The girl looked neat and tidy. Her long hair was tied in a perfect pony-tail, her dress was as clean as soap, her socks frilly, shoes buckled up, and a nice belt was tied around her waist. Despite the obvious differences, you could tell they were twins just by looking at them.
When Haunts was still a ghastly, Dave had to adjust his sleep patterns in order to train him, as he was scared of the light, and so training in day just wasn't an option. Also, caves were awkward to go through, since Dave's eyes demanded light, but he couldn't get something to use flash, since Haunts would be immobilised with fear. The reason Haunts didn't just stay inside his pokeball during these times, is that, like the light, Haunts was scared of it. Haunts was scared of it even more than the light, leading Dave to wonder if there were tiny lights inside of pokeballs.
After Haunts evolved, Dave was eternally grateful. Haunts stopped being afraid of the light. He preferred the dark, but didn't mind the light. Haunts, however, was still scared of being inside of pokeballs, but, that didn't concern Dave, as there were several individual pokemon that didn't like pokeballs, and it didn't effect him too strongly.
Six months ago, however, Haunts became afraid of the dark. This did not, however, mean that Haunts liked his pokeball any more. Dave decided that as well as the dark now, and the light before, Haunts didn't like enclosed spaces.