"That was a good day of rescuing…" a male Cyndaquill said dreamily to his partner, a female Snivy. The two Pokémon gazed across the sunset lit sea. They were living in a place called Ickano, a region undiscovered by humans. Cydaquill and Snivy were a rescue team devoted to exploration and helping lesser fortunate Pokémon that had a bad habit of getting lost. They worked under a Delibird Guild Master, and worked along with other such employed teams.
It was a peaceful time after all the hard work of running through annoying Mystery dungeons, and Trek the Cyndaquil wanted to relax with his partner. They were more than just partners, more like mates.
"Yes, it always warms my heart to see—Oh my Staraptor!" she called out and pointed to strange thing lying on the beach. "Is that a Pokémon?" her voice raised a pitch.
Cyndaquil went to all four feet and galloped to the figure lying face down in the sand. Don't tell me it's another stupid Pokémon that fell asleep while playing in the sea. He thought wearily. And I thought the day of helping other Pokémon was over! He stopped at the side of the strange Pokémon and stared. "It's a Squirtle…" Yup, figures that it is a stupid water-type…
Willow the Snivy scampered up to Trek's side and began to poke the unconscious Squirtle. "Should we try to wake it up?" she asked, eyebrows arching with worry.
The Cyndaquil obliged to relieve his mate's worry. He rolled the Squirtle over on its back and started slapping his face. (The scent of the Squirtle was certainly male.) Trek stepped back and shook his black and yellow furred head. "Sorry, there's nothing more we can-"
Willow began to slap the Squirtle's face with her vine whips. After a third hit, the blue turtle opened his huge red eyes in confusion. The strange Pokémon spat out a lungful of water and stared at his saviors.
The Squirtle's eyes shrunk and his mouth opened very slowly. Then without warning, he let loose a high pitched yell, "AAAAGGGHHHHHHHHHH!"
Snivy and Cyndaquil backed away, holding their ear-holes.
The Squirtle continued to yell in one breath until his looked like he was going to pass out from oxygen deprivation. He paused and gasped another lungful of air to continue his scream.
"Stop screaming!" Cyndaquil tried to be heard over the screeching.
"AAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Would you-"
"AAAAGGGGGHHHHHhhhhhhhh…. WAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!"
"Screaming like that will make you pass-"
"!" the blue turtle insisted on verbalizing his terror and confusion.
The Snivy reached into her explorer's bag and took out a frying pan. "Shut up!" She shouted and brought the cooking utensil down on the Squirtle's head. The screaming stopped abruptly and the blue turtle Pokémon fell to the sand in the same pose as before.
The mates glanced at each other. "That was weird…" She muttered.
"I'm not ever going to scream like that in front of you," Trek said, pointing at the frying pan and looking at the nice-sized lump on the Squirtle's head. "Well, where were we?" he said enticingly.
Willow the Snivy tapped the frying pan handle on her shoulder and gave him a critical look. "And leave this erratic, screaming Squirtle to drown at high tide? That's not going to happen."
Trek the Cyndaquil sighed. Willow was the more caring of the pair. "Fine, sweetie." What a terrible interruption on my private time with Willow! Of all the kinds of interruptions before experienced, a psychotic Squirtle is a first. But since he loved his mate, he picked up the Squirtle and half-dragged it back to the guild. Maybe someone could help this crazed turtle… just not me. He and his partner were on a role with earning ranks and getting enough money to pay to learn new awesome attack to wipe out opponents with. Just today Delibird had been persuaded to give them a silver rank badge.
Trek grimaced at the Squirtle with a bump on his head. Do we have a psychiatrist in town? We should get one for this weirdo… he thought ruefully.
A/N: Well, here we go: My Pokémon Mystery Dungeon Story. I'm trying to stay original and make it a comedy (scoffs at self), but I know that's a laugh (I mean a sarcastic laugh). Drama style yes! Comedy… uh…
My inspirations for comedy lie with Onion News and Monty Python.
Anyways, I don't have much planned for this story except funny moments with this new Squirtle character, which leaves room for OC's! The town that Willow the Snivy and Trek the Cyndaquil live in will be called Pool Town. This is my first story accepting others OC's.
Anyways, not all submissions will be accepted, just make the personalities quirky enough. Also, it's completely fine to have more than one human turned Pokémon in this undisturbed Pokémon region. (A human turns into a Pokémon when they come to the region of Ickano.) No legendries (No, Kasmir! You are not invading this story as well!). Pokémon names must be after something natural, like Birch or Stump, not Roger or Bob.
Name: (and gender)
Species:
Personality: (put as much as you want)
Likes:
Dislikes:
Phobia: (if applicable)
Job: (if they want to live in Pool, then they either have to run a shop, work in a shop, have an exploration team, be travelers, or be bums. Be creative with jobs too!)
Ok, that's a pretty simple form. You can either PM me or review. Note: College is coming up frightfully fast, so I might not get to update this super-fast.
