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My Choice
Chapter 1: John's Pants Fall Off…and He Realizes His Resolve!
"BZZZZZZ BZZZZZZ," the alarm blares, waking up the hero of our story, John Egbert. The alarm presents the time, 6:30. Having fallen asleep on the computer the night prior, John did not yet realize the significance of this day for his brain was too fried after watching videos of Pokémon battles the whole night. When he did, John would be in for a surprise…
"Urgh…What time is it?" John mumbles groggily. He looks at his clock. It displays 11:47. "OH CRAP I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THERE BY 7!" John rushes to prepare and grabs his bag. With his pants sagging on his hips, he dashes to the Pokémon Lab.
John makes it to the lab at 11:59, panting. "I'm…here…Professor…" He gulps for air. John looks around, his eyes drinking in the sight of the lab for the first time. The technology of the lab could not be bested. It is far more advanced than those who would try to compare. Not to mention, the subtle mix of the grays, blues, vibrant oranges and yellows did not make the place dreary. It gave quite a lively vibe. The Pokémon machine which John could not tell what is was, beeps occasionally, breaking the silence of the room.
However, the metallic shine of the floor did nothing to brighten John's complexion: his face pours too much sweat. Compared to Doc Scratch's slick and tidy lab coat, John looks like an overgrown drenched-in-sweat Rattata. Thankfully, the air conditioner would do its work as John felt the cool breeze ruffle his hair. He took a moment before returning Doc Scratch's expectant stare.
Doc Scratch looks at John dreadfully. "I apologize for you coming all the way here to my lab. Your journey here is however futile."
"…What do you mean?" John's gulps of air decrease as his panting slows. With his shoulders hunched and his head down, John looks the epitome of a lost Growlithe. His shirt is haphazardly put on. His hair is a Pidgey's nest. Not to mention you could see the top of his Magikarp boxers with how loose his pants are.
"Because of your lateness in coming here, I am sad to say that all the starter Pokémon have been taken…at the appointed meeting time, 7:30."
"WHAT?!" John yelled, his head snapping up.
Doc Scratch stares at John with unreadable eyes," Your journey has ended. Go home."
"But my journey hasn't even started!"
"You determined your journey's fate by coming here late. Do not yell at me for you are the one at fault. Now lower your head and throw away your pride and leave." With that John's shoulder slumps and as he turns to leave, Doc Scratch's voice echoes through the lab, "Are you really leaving now?"
"But you told me to leave." John's voice holds a note of slight agitation.
"You have come here on your Pokémon journey and you're giving up right now! There will be many more hardships to come and here you are. Looking like a pathetic piece of a Pokémon trainer. This is a disgusting sight to witness. What is your dream?" Doc Scratch gazes at him seriously.
"Huh?"
Doc repeats his question," What. Is. Your. Dream? Can you not answer a simple question like that?"
"I guess my dream was to be the best Pokémon master…"
"Was?"
"Well yeah. I can't follow that dream anymore 'cause I don't have a Pokémon." Right as John said this, his pants fell down, letting the professor see his beautiful, limited edition Magikarp boxers. John and Doc Scratch both look down. Doc Scratch raises an eyebrow. John's face is red as a beet as he tries to pull his pants up. However, John somehow trips over his tied shoelaces and flops to the ground. He resembles a Magikarp performing the move Splash. It fit quite nicely because his actions now match his boxers. He fortunately succeeds in a record time of four seconds to pull his pants up after standing up quickly.
"That…was interesting to say the least," Doc Scratch makes a small smirk, dissipating away any awkwardness that resulted from the incident…well some of the awkwardness anyway.
"Can this day get any worse?" John mumbles to himself. He scratches his unruly dark heir, feeling very embarrassed and very humiliated. John hung his head low.
"I change my mind about you. You remind me of someone…Someone who's great. A similar thing happened to her. And yes. I just said her..."
"…you're giving me another chance?" John asks with underlying hope in his voice. Doc Scratch turns his back, the swish of his white lab coat echoing in the room. He walks towards the door leading to the complex hallways and passageways of his Pokémon lab. Pushing the door open ajar, he steps through and pauses. Doc Scratch carelessly looks over his shoulder.
"Are you coming to get your Pokémon or not?" John smiles.
Author's Note: Well thats it! until the next chapter:)
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