A/N: Well, here is my very first fanfic ever… I hope it can live up to people's expectations. I decided to write this story based on Klink because not many people seem to really like it. I don't know if this will become a fully-fledged story or not, but I'm just gonna try this out and see how people like it. Thank you for taking the time to read this story!
Note, the pokemon in this story still speak "pokemon talk" and are not understood by humans, I just translated all of the speech for ease of writing.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or any of the settings/characters that are related to it.
-000-
It was a relatively normal day in Chargestone Cave. Well, as normal as it got for me that is. My name is Farran, and I am a Klink.
For those of you that don't know, I resemble nothing more than a couple of floating gears with grey faces, with only one functional eye each. Both of my faces have a green round nose in the center, and mouths frozen in a permanent "O" shape. Yes, I have two heads with one mind. Got a problem with that?
Sometimes, I really hated being a Klink. The lack of facial expression really got to me sometimes; my faces make it look more or less like I am in a constant state of surprise. The best I could usually do to express myself is to spin in different directions and at different rates. Good luck trying to understand that.
To make things worse, my viewing perspective is all messed up. It helped that the two units that made up my mind were linked together, but when your heads were constantly turning around and around with only one working eye each, it can sometimes be really hard to see straight. Imagine your own head constantly turning around in a circle; it would be extremely difficult to walk straight wouldn't it? Multiply that by two, and you would get a vague sense of what it is like for me every day.
Yeah life kinda sucked, at least from my perspective. Hah, I guess my Minus ability really reflected my personality didn't it? Things like those really aggravated me. Also… I guess I just wanted more out of life.
I mean, it was nice and all living in a cave full of electricity that us Klink could feed on, but it was so boring! Yeah, it was rather pretty with a multitude of glowing chargestones floating everywhere, but there really wasn't much I could do to pass the day. The other Klink looked perfectly content to spend their days floating around and feeding on the ambient static, but I wanted more than that for crying out loud! I wanted to get stronger, to battle, to show other Klink what they were missing!
Unfortunately, I was also pretty weak, even weaker than most of my fellow Klink. I was significantly lower-leveled than the majority of the pokemon in the area, and that is the main reason I haven't left yet. I guess I was kinda afraid that I woudn't make it if I left the cave. I've tried training myself, but progress has been excruciatingly slow… especially since there was a lack of opponents my level to safely challenge.
I was getting pretty desperate. I tried finding a trainer to take me in, from the ones that occasionally passed through the cave. But most just brushed me by, ignored me… or beat the crap out of me. That was never fun. It looked like they were looking for a pokemon less ugly, or that could learn better moves. I was pretty crushed after trying so many times.
So here I am, floating around and thinking depressing thoughts. At least, until my daily tormenter arrived.
"Hiiissssssss!"
I was suddenly tackled from behind by a small yellow blur. It was that darn Joltik again. Joltik like to drain electricity from other beings, but this one for some reason really seemed fond of attacking me. I mean, of course Klink could produce electricity like an electric pokemon, but we were just pure Steel types. She could probably just drain a Chargestone or something for sustanance; but she insisted on leeching off of me. I still don't know why. She never said a word either, just this really weird hissing noise before she latched onto one of my heads, knocked me to the ground, and then started to gnaw on me.
"Arachne, get off."
She just hissed back in reply.
From what I've gathered from the other Joltik and Galvantula that live here, her name was Arachne. She was an anomaly within her own kind as well; she had never said a real word since the day she was born… besides her characteristic hissing noises that is.
Sad to say, this little Joltik was my only real "friend" in this place, because other Klink tended to avoid me. Have you ever tried talking to a Boldore or a Ferroseed? They are really poor conversationalists.
With a sigh, I levitated myself up and began spinning again, shaking her off. I forgot to mention this part earlier; we Klink needed to constantly spin to produce enough energy to live. Bah, life stinks.
Now full, Arachne is just staring at me. She was actually rather docile when she got her daily fill of electricity.
"What do you want from me?"
She was silent in reply.
With some disgruntled muttering, I floated off, with her trailing not to far behind.
"Will you please stop stalking me for once?" I admit, I really wasn't in a good mood today.
She continued to give that slightly creepy silent stare. With a resigned sigh, I continue on my way.
"Geez… I really need to get out of here…"
-000-
Many days passed by before anything interesting happened. A new trainer was traveling through the area. He was tall and well-built. He looked really strong, and had a distinct air of confidence… this could be the type of trainer I've been looking for! He definitely looked like he knew how to raise pokemon well! I eagerly floated up to him to try to convince him to take me in. He smirked at me in a smug, overconfident way.
"Heh, look at this little runt that thinks he can stand in my way!"
Wait… what?
"Alright, if you wanna fight me so badly, see if you can take this on for size!"
He chucked-out a pokeball, and with a brilliant flash of white, a hulking Emboar of all things was staring down at me!
Crap… I really hated my life.
And with that, the Emboar flaunted its double type advantage at me by shooting a searing Flamethrower attack in my direction, and then coming in for an Arm Thrust. I narrowly dodged the first assault, only to be caught by the monstrosity's giant hand. As I'm pinned to the rocky wall of the cave, I desperately tried a Gear Grind attack. I began spinning rapidly in his hand, cutting up some of the flesh there.
"Augh!"
It let go, now bleeding slightly from its palm. It then gave me the most frightening glare I had ever seen in my short existence.
"Emboar, teach this pokemon a lesson! Heat Crash now!" the trainer orders.
My good eyes widened a bit in utter horror.
The giant pig backed up, and jumped nearly to the height of the cave's ceiling. It then ignited in a burst of searing flames; a ball of dark red fire surrounded its body with a corona of blazing yellow energy. It was rapidly decending towards my prone body.
Yup. I really, REALLY hated my life.
I hardly felt the impact… I passed out long before then.
-000-
It was a long, long time before I found the strength to wake up. I was lying in a decent-sized crater. Something was recharging my battered body… I was surprised neither of my faces got melted nor dented by the devastating blow. As I got up, I noticed Arachne of all pokemon recharging me! She was using her Electroweb attack, and the charged strings of silk were gradually giving me some electrical energy. It wasn't much…but it was enough to activate me again.
"Ugh…"
I slowly wobbled back into the air and began spinning once more to generate my own electricity, breaking off the silk that had built-up on my body. I looked down at Arachne again. Why did she do that for me? She never had done anything like this before.
As usual, she just stared at me with that blank, slightly creepy stare. I guess I'm not gonna get an answer out of her anytime soon.
"Thanks" I quietly muttered.
"Ssssssss"
She definitely had a way with words.
A/N: And that is the first chapter! Tell me what you think, and what I should improve on for next time! I hope to become a better writer for all of this!
