The Mystery of the Dungeon
How is your day? Mine is quite lovely. I found myself slacking off from writing stories, so I thought 'How about something new?" and this is how this came into existence. Lloyd: Thanks for the monologue there, but you still don't own Pokémon. Pythor P. Chumsworth: You want this job, right? Anyway, I'm not gonna remember all this so here we go!
The Mystery of the Dungeon: Chapter 1
One day, on Sharpedo Bluff, a young Charmeleon named Andrew was sitting on his backside when he heard a quiet rustling in the bushes to his left. "Who's there? Show yourself!" Charmeleon shouted, standing up in the process. "Oh don't worry. I don't want to hurt you. I'm here for the sunlight," a smooth voice stated. Out onto the clearing on the front of the bluff, stepped a Snivy. "Hi. Adventurer-to-be, adventuring is my game and Andrew's my name!" said Andrew with pride in his voice. "Well, I don't really have a name, but for now, you can call me Snivy," Said Snivy. "OK. Well, where do you live?" Andrew asked with curiosity in his eyes. "Live? Well, I don't really have a home, a very bad person, Darkfly? Drake? Darraik? I don't remember his whole name, but my family fled and I've never seen any of them again," Snivy said with sadness in her voice. "Why don't you share my house, we can be there in 1 minutes. I have the spare hay for another bed," "I think I'll take your offer, thank you for your kindness," Snivy said "Then let's move on out!" Charmeleon shouted.
Snivy followed Charmeleon for about 300 metres or 984 feet. When they stopped, Snivy noticed that they were at a rock. Charmeleon moved the rock, revealing a staircase leading into the 'mouth' of the bluff. "Snivy's first," "Thank you," Soon, Snivy noticed the light was no longer coming from above but from the sides. The walls must have some light-emitting, non-dangerous fungus. At the bottom of the stairs, was a nice little cave that contained all that they needed. "Nice, well-chosen area, indeed, it's impressive," Snivy said out loud. "Isn't it? I made the stairs myself. I got everything for two. Here's the have, you make yourself comfortable while I make dinner," Andrew told Snivy "Yes sir! Mr. President Sir!" Snivy said as if she knew Andrew for years. That night, Snivy and Andrew told each other stories of their lives. "Well, time to hit the hay. Goodnight to you Snivy," "Goodnight Andrew,"
There, I have something new for you to critique, so tell me, is this good? What might happen? I already have another character to introduce next chapter. Lloyd: Well, I think this might crash and burn at your feet. Pythor P. Chumsworth: And please tell me if I should fire Lloyd.