I wrote something funny before. At least, I sat and laughed as I wrote it and my friends read it and laughed too. So, here I am, making a pathetic attempt to do it again. Or at least write something readable. I don't own Pokémon yadda yadda; if I did I would be writing episodes and not fanfics.
It was a normal day for Tracey Sketchit, Pokémon Watcher. He got up, and went and got the mail. There were a few letters for Prof. Oak, and the usual flood of hate mail for him. He couldn't understand it. Why did no one like him? He picked up the first letter. "You're a stupid moron in a stupid headband thing. I hate you," it read. Tracey put his hand to his headband. "But I love that headband," he said miserably. "It's the coolest thing I've ever seen! Why does no one else like it?" Then he loaded the rest of his hate mail into a wheelbarrow to put on a bonfire later on.
Tracey knew better than to disturb Prof. Oak early in the morning. Instead, he went into the kitchen and made three cups of tea and some toast.
Soon enough, Professor Samuel Oak and Delia Ketchum appeared in the doorway of the kitchen.
"Morning, Professor," Tracey said with a smile. "I made you a cup of tea." It was difficult for Tracey to see Prof. Oak with Delia but he tried to put a brave face on it. Let the professor be happy and all that. "And one for you, Delia."
"Thank you, Tracey," she said. She didn't like Tracey that much, but she tried to be polite. Maybe she was being hard on Tracey, but after he'd been looking after her son, he didn't seem to be as well fed as when Brock had been feeding him. Or maybe it just bugged her that Tracey was always at Samuel's house. Perhaps she could encourage him to meet people his own age? Go out sometimes? Stay out all night occasionally?
"While we have breakfast," Prof. Oak said, "maybe you could go and feed some of the Pokémon?"
It's a good job, Tracey thought, that I like that guy so much. Otherwise he wouldn't get all this work done for him. He headed out to feed each and every Pokémon their special food. It all looked the same to him--brown pellets. The Pokémon seemed to enjoy it though. Except for the time he'd mixed up Tauros food with Magikarp. He'd nearly got trampled to death by one of Ash's Tauros. He'd wondered how his "fans" knew about that. They obviously did, judging by the amount of mail he got the following day reading along the lines of "it's a shame you didn't get trampled completely to death."
It hurt, just a little, that no one seemed to like him. Professor Oak let him live in his house, sure, but he did get slave labour out of that.
Half an hour later, after feeding every Pokémon, Tracey stopped to devote an hour or so to sketching. He sketched a quick picture of his Marril on the top of his sketchpad, then turned to the next page and started on a sketch of his friends Misty and Ash. He supposed he did have friends, then, even though they were off travelling in Johto. And if he'd got to know that Brock better, maybe he'd be a good friend. They were the same age, after all. But, after all, Brock wanted to go off and be a Pokémon breeder with Ash. After that first experience with Professor Ivy, Tracey didn't expect Brock to want to stay with another professor.
He started again, this time just sketching Misty. He couldn't quite remember how her hair stuck out... he left her hair for a moment and concentrated on sketching her eyes. Those he did remember. Deep blueish-green, just like the ocean. He sighed. He knew Ash and Misty liked each other. He knew deep down Misty would never think anything of him other than as a friend. He'd tested the two of them. Even if they didn't admit it, he knew they were made for each other. Unless Brock intervened... but the point was, she'd never be interested in TRACEY. He started sketching himself next to Misty without really thinking about it.
"Tracey?"
Tracey jumped. He flicked his sketchbook back to the quick sketch of Marril. "Hi, professor."
"Are you busy working?" Oak enquired.
"Sort of... why?"
"I have a Pokémon egg, I was going to study it. I was hoping it was going to hatch. I wondered if you'd like to help?"
This was a great chance for studying Pokémon! Brock was a breeder, wasn't he? And Ash would be excited about this too... it was a shame they -and Misty of course- weren't here to see it.
"Well...?" Oak asked.
"Oh yes, of course Professor. But... could I ring Ash and tell him about it?"
"Actually..." Oak turned to a calendar hanging on a wall. There was a ring around that day's date. "They're supposed to be visiting today."
Ding-DONG!
"That's probably them now. Tracey, would you go and see?"
Tracey nodded and headed to the front door.
It was a normal day for Tracey Sketchit, Pokémon Watcher. He got up, and went and got the mail. There were a few letters for Prof. Oak, and the usual flood of hate mail for him. He couldn't understand it. Why did no one like him? He picked up the first letter. "You're a stupid moron in a stupid headband thing. I hate you," it read. Tracey put his hand to his headband. "But I love that headband," he said miserably. "It's the coolest thing I've ever seen! Why does no one else like it?" Then he loaded the rest of his hate mail into a wheelbarrow to put on a bonfire later on.
Tracey knew better than to disturb Prof. Oak early in the morning. Instead, he went into the kitchen and made three cups of tea and some toast.
Soon enough, Professor Samuel Oak and Delia Ketchum appeared in the doorway of the kitchen.
"Morning, Professor," Tracey said with a smile. "I made you a cup of tea." It was difficult for Tracey to see Prof. Oak with Delia but he tried to put a brave face on it. Let the professor be happy and all that. "And one for you, Delia."
"Thank you, Tracey," she said. She didn't like Tracey that much, but she tried to be polite. Maybe she was being hard on Tracey, but after he'd been looking after her son, he didn't seem to be as well fed as when Brock had been feeding him. Or maybe it just bugged her that Tracey was always at Samuel's house. Perhaps she could encourage him to meet people his own age? Go out sometimes? Stay out all night occasionally?
"While we have breakfast," Prof. Oak said, "maybe you could go and feed some of the Pokémon?"
It's a good job, Tracey thought, that I like that guy so much. Otherwise he wouldn't get all this work done for him. He headed out to feed each and every Pokémon their special food. It all looked the same to him--brown pellets. The Pokémon seemed to enjoy it though. Except for the time he'd mixed up Tauros food with Magikarp. He'd nearly got trampled to death by one of Ash's Tauros. He'd wondered how his "fans" knew about that. They obviously did, judging by the amount of mail he got the following day reading along the lines of "it's a shame you didn't get trampled completely to death."
It hurt, just a little, that no one seemed to like him. Professor Oak let him live in his house, sure, but he did get slave labour out of that.
Half an hour later, after feeding every Pokémon, Tracey stopped to devote an hour or so to sketching. He sketched a quick picture of his Marril on the top of his sketchpad, then turned to the next page and started on a sketch of his friends Misty and Ash. He supposed he did have friends, then, even though they were off travelling in Johto. And if he'd got to know that Brock better, maybe he'd be a good friend. They were the same age, after all. But, after all, Brock wanted to go off and be a Pokémon breeder with Ash. After that first experience with Professor Ivy, Tracey didn't expect Brock to want to stay with another professor.
He started again, this time just sketching Misty. He couldn't quite remember how her hair stuck out... he left her hair for a moment and concentrated on sketching her eyes. Those he did remember. Deep blueish-green, just like the ocean. He sighed. He knew Ash and Misty liked each other. He knew deep down Misty would never think anything of him other than as a friend. He'd tested the two of them. Even if they didn't admit it, he knew they were made for each other. Unless Brock intervened... but the point was, she'd never be interested in TRACEY. He started sketching himself next to Misty without really thinking about it.
"Tracey?"
Tracey jumped. He flicked his sketchbook back to the quick sketch of Marril. "Hi, professor."
"Are you busy working?" Oak enquired.
"Sort of... why?"
"I have a Pokémon egg, I was going to study it. I was hoping it was going to hatch. I wondered if you'd like to help?"
This was a great chance for studying Pokémon! Brock was a breeder, wasn't he? And Ash would be excited about this too... it was a shame they -and Misty of course- weren't here to see it.
"Well...?" Oak asked.
"Oh yes, of course Professor. But... could I ring Ash and tell him about it?"
"Actually..." Oak turned to a calendar hanging on a wall. There was a ring around that day's date. "They're supposed to be visiting today."
Ding-DONG!
"That's probably them now. Tracey, would you go and see?"
Tracey nodded and headed to the front door.