She smoothed down her fringe, which was flaring out from the Hoenn humidity, and sighed. Littleroot town seemed infinitely more boring than where she used to live, MooMoo milk farm. She smiled, reminiscing about milking the milktank and herding the flaafys and mareep. Undoubtedly, she missed her hillbilly lifestyle. But her dad was offered a job as gym leader in Hoenn, so they up and left their modest farm. Right before May could receive the pokemon of her dreams, a chikorita, from Elm too. She was still pissed about that.
"-GLARGHSJDGSL"
A violent scream disrupted her nostalgic moment. She hurried over to the direction it came from, just out of Littleroot town. As she rounded the corner she found herself waist deep in tall grass. She stopped short when she heard vicious growling.
May watched in horror, a man in a lab coat was being brutally mauled by a wild poocheyena. The canine clomped onto his meaty calf and was tugging at it ferociously. It's wide jaw clasped his droopy muscle and shook its head vigorously while rearing back and tearing at his flesh.
"GRAB A POKEBALL AND THROW IT. MOVE. MOVE. MOVE."
May scrambled over to the man's satchel. She hastily scanned the contents of the bag: six pokeballs. Three of them were labeled treecko, mudkip, and torchic. This region's starter pokemon, she recalled, still... None of them compare to chikorita, or even cyndaquil for that matter.
The man, whom May now identified as a professor from his crisply starched labcoat, and his expensive pokedexes, agonized in pain as the poocheyena continued stringing fleshy gore from his leg. "Hurry." He begged her, about to lose consciousness.
If I use one of this guy's starter pokemon, I'll have to give it back. There's also the possibility that it might not even follow my command if I do call it out. It's risky, but If I catch this wild poocheyena using this guy's spare pokeballs maybe, just maybe, I can save this guy and use it to get back to Johto... She made up her mind and grabbed an empty pokeball.
May charged head-on at the poocheyena, punting its underbelly and sending the wild pokemon flying up 20 feet in the air as a black and gray blur. As it came down yelping, she readied her leg and drop kicked it hard into the ground. The pup smashed through dirt and bedrock from her intense kick and momentum. "What the hell is this girl..." The professor awed.
"I'VE GOT YOU NOW!" She roared, whipping the pokeball at the collapsed poocheyena.
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2,
3,
May held her breath, watching the pokeball shake at the decisive moment.
And poof!
She erupted into a victory dance, "WHO'S YOUR DADDY NOW!"
The professor facepalmed.
Finally, my first fanfic. A short chapter but I thought for the sake of flow it should end there. Next chapter will be longer. And no worries, hoennshipping will ensue.
Review, or prepare to face May's drop kick in the face!