Dunsparce

This one… formulated from my frustration of a reoccurring crime committed on these boards by most writers, including myself. We tend to pick our favorite pokémon, the cool pokémon, for our trainers. Everyone has an Absol, for example. Anyway, I got to thinking. Why aren't Absol extremely rare and billions of pokémon like Dunsparce taking over? I don't think a person alive could claim they used a Dunsparce to get through the League.

So I made Tanner catch these nobodies. He's not your typical OC either; no purple striped hair, stylish clothing, or silver eyes here— just a cynical teenager with low self-esteem and a very trying team. Enjoy.

Rated: PG (caution) for mild language and slight battle violence

Genre: Oh, General. Humor.

Disclaimer: The usual dilly-bob: If I owned pokémon, my story, not Ash's, would be made into a cartoon. Therefore, it wouldn't be likely that you'd be reading this fiction, for the appropriate reason that fanfictions aren't generally made into cartoons of the public-broadcasting sort. The plot and all humanoid characters (excepting Nurse Joy, Officer Jenny, and Gym Leaders) are of my own invention, however, and any parallels between them and cinematic/actual characters/plots are purely coincidental.

The disclaimer will only be mentioned here. I highly doubt I will own Pokémon by the time I post the next chapter.

PLEASE REVIEW, though if you feel the need to express any dislike or criticism, do so appropriately, (hence, no swearing). Criticism (and praise) is always appreciated, and I will do my best to provide an enjoyable reading experience.

Author's Note: This is a spur-of-the-moment fiction and is random. It's easy to write, and I will do so when a terrible writer's block occurs in 'Abra' or 'LS' or the other one, which I have yet to name, but will currently be referred to as 'Lily'. Please, don't hang onto this one. I have no idea where it's going. I repeat: this is a vent, a way to rid myself of sarcasm in a relatively safe way. Have fun.

Oh yeah, one more thing! This is written from Tanner's point of view! No one speaks perfectly, especially when relating a story with commentary. If someone shoots me for grammar, I will reincarnate (despite the fact that I don't believe in reincarnation) and hunt that someone down. The point made, however will be ignored. You have been warned.

Okay, another thing. Por tú, KaAn. No reason, really. Except you review no matter how bad my material may reek of sulfur.

WARNING: This fiction is not my chief priority and might not be updated very frequently. Lucky Streak, my classes, and my plethora of sports come first. This is a vent, a way to rid myself of sarcasm in a relatively safe way.

Cheers, your author, Sphinx

A Very Short Prologue

It all started with the Land Snake Pokémon that decided to make himself my partner. From there I succeeded in gathering together the worst pokémon team imaginable. Don't laugh now; it's mean to laugh at things that are true— why don't you employ a deep, moving pity.

Dunsparce