'Ello! I got bored, so I decided to write this... It's not really a troll fic, more of a parody, sort of. So, it does include a semi-reality warping sue, BUT they're going to be only sue in this. (I hope...) Anyways, I'll stop rambling about what this fic is and how it's an important reflection on the American hive-mind or something, and just start actually writing this, I guess.
Sunshine alighted on the serene face of Marylin Sue (Mary for short). As she arose from her slumber, opening her eyes that changed from sapphire blue to violet as the colors neared the edge of the iris, Mary expertly flicked a loose strand of her smooth, wavy, light golden hair behind her back. She smiled, for today was the day she would get her first Pokemon! She put on an orchid pink spaghetti tank top, with a pinkish-cream wavy line pattern, as well as a loose lavender skirt that stopped just above her knees. Mary gently alighted down the stairs, and arrived to the scene of her mother finishing making blueberry-chocolate chip pancakes. As Mary sat down while her mother served the freshly-made pancakes, they asked her a question.
"So, Mary, what Pokemon are you thinking of getting?"
"Hmm." Mary wasn't sure what Pokemon to get. She thought about it while she ate her breakfast. There was Charmander, Bulbasaur, and Squirtle, and all of them were pretty good! She wanted something more... special, though... "I'm not sure what to get yet!"
"That's fine, you better get moving now, though. You wouldn't want to be late!" Her mother reminded her.
"Alright!" Mary took one last bite of her pancake, and ran out of the red-roofed stone house.
A few moments later, Mary had entered Prof. Oak's lab. Another girl was already waiting there, but instead of Mary's beautiful, long, wavy, light golden hair, they had simple, short, black hair. Their skin also wasn't nearly as flawless as Mary's, as they had a small scar next to their mouth, and they appeared to be starting to get pimples. Their garb was a simple red sweatshirt and worn-out blue jeans, compared to Mary's colorful, stylish attire. Ignoring the plain girl (Whom she had just taken the care with to analyze their appearance), Mary called out to Prof. Oak, oblivious to the not-so-friendly look that the other girl was giving her.
"Hello!" Prof. Oak look startled for a moment, until he saw the source of the enthusiastic greeting.
"Ah, you must be here to get your Pokemon. I'm Prof. Oak, and you are...?" Oak paused, unable to recall Mary's name, or perhaps they simply had never met before, in a town of eight people.
"Marylin Sue, though you can just call me Mary," Mary replied. Oak nodded, a smidge of recognition dawning on his face.
"Ah yes, Mary Sue. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." Oak strode over to Mary, and stook his hand out. Mary returned the gesture, shaking his hand. Prof. Oak withdrew it and clasped his hands together.
"Now, why don't you two choose your Pokemon. Mary, you can go first, and... err... I'm sorry, what was your name again?" Professor Oak struggled to remember the plain (In Mary's eyes, at least) girls name. Rolling their eyes, the girl piped up.
"I'm Red. Remember? You pretty much just asked me that." They let out a small, frustrated, sigh.
"Alright then. Red, you can go after Mary." Failing to notice the glare that Red was giving her, Mary approached the table with the pokeballs on it, Oak interrupted. "First, I guess I should release the Pokemon." One by one, Prof. Oak released Charmander, Bulbasaur, and Squirtle. Mary passed her raised hand over them, wiggling her fingers.
"Ahem." Disrupting Mary's 'ritual', so to speak, Red continued. "Prof. Oak, I got here first, didn't I? So, I should pick my starter before Mary, right?" Oak stroked his chin for a moment, before replying.
"I suppose so, though really, it's up to Mary to decide." Red glared at Prof. Oak, before turning her head to Mary and glaring at her, which she must have seen, but simply chose to ignore. Mary dropped her hand to her side, and thought for a moment before saying something.
"Of course Red can go first! It's only fair." Despite getting what she had wished for, Red still glared at Mary, before turning to the starters in front of her. She glanced at all of them, before removing one of her hands from the pocket of her sweatshirt, and placing it on the Charmander's head.
"I want this one."
"Okay, now, would you like to nickname your Charmander," Prof. Oak responded.
"Yeah, how about... Carl." Carl the Charmander looked up at Red with big blue eyes, as Red took her other hand out of her pocket and hoisted Carl into her arms. Meanwhile, Mary stared at the remaining two Pokemon, but she didn't really want either of them... She turned to Oak, before asking something.
"Do you have any Pokemon more... special?" Red froze, and turned her head to the two people, before raising an unanswered eyebrow.
"Hmm... Let me think about that... Aha!" Oak whipped a finger into the air in triumph, before promptly moving away from Mary and rummaging through a box of Pokeballs. "No, no... Where is it..." He mumbled before turning around proudly, a luxury ball in is hand. "This is a very special Pokemon. I want you to have it, Mary." Prof. Oak handed her the pokeball. Mary inspected the fancy pokeball, until her curiosity got the better of her, and she released the Pokemon inside. Within a shower of sparkles, a fox-like Pokemon appeared.
"Wow! They're so cute!" Mary squealed in delight. Meanwhile, all Red could do was open her mouth in shock. Even Carl spared a glance. Only Prof. Oak remained calm, having seen this Pokemon before. The golden fox Pokemon tilted their head.
"Vul?"
And with that, I leave you, and this chapter. It's one-thirty a.m. where I am, okay? Also, I know I probably should be writing the next chapter for my other fic... but blergh. Just, blergh. I'll stop writing this author note now, as any attempt on my part would turn out cranky. As mentioned earlier, it's one-thirty a.m..