GoggleMaster01- Sorry I haven't updated this in a while. I've been on Bulbagarden Forums, struggling to get into the Ash Club. (I luv my Ashy.) Anyway, all copyrights are in Chapter 1. (I'm using the same system for copyrights I'm using in my other fic) So, enjoy the second chapter of Ruby, Sapphire and Yellow!
Crack Pokédex Entry of the Day: Plusle- The Cheering Pokémon
It shoots sparks from its cheeks to cheer on teammates. If a teammate loses, Plusle goes insane and steals all of the opposing Trainer's food, then eats it all and wags its tail in the opponent's face.
Chapter 2
Plusle, I Choose You!
"La la la, Pokermans!" Amber sang as she ran up to the Pokémon lab. When she got to the door, her happy song died quickly.
It was bigger than it had appeared before, and shinier too. The metal dome was covered with many circular windows. There was a sign on the neatly clipped lawn- "Professor Birch's Pokémon Laboratory".
Amber had never seen anything so big in all her ten years, and it was intimidating. She slowly walked up to the automatic door. "Po-ker-man. Po-ker-man," she shakily sang. "I'm gonna get a Po-ker-man."
There was no sign of a doorbell or any way to let the professor know he had visitors. So, Amber knocked on the door. When nobody came, Amber decided to walk away.
Suddenly, the door slid open, and a portly old dude came out. Amber was terrified of old dudes. She gulped. The world began to spin.
There are many times in life where one decides to run like a flock of Spearow is on your tail. Now was one of those times. Amber turned tail and ran, but the old dude was fast. He jumped on the girl and grabbed her by the collar. Amber hung there, still trying to run.
"What do you want?" the old dude said. "Do you want to sell me Girl Scout cookies? Or do you want a Pokémon?"
Amber remembered why she'd come to the huge building in the first place. "I want a Pokerman!" she screamed.
"Why didn't you just say that?" the old dude said, putting the girl down. "Don't worry, I'm sure there's one still in my lab."
Amber then realized that this was Prof. Birch. She followed him into the lab, and the door closed behind her.
The inside of the lab was just as big and shiny as the outside. People in lab coats rushed back and forth. The professor led Amber to a room with a glass case. Inside the case were three Poké Balls. The Poké Ball to the left had a leaf on it, the one in the middle bore an image of a flame, and the rightmost one a drop of water.
"Treecko, Torchic and Mudkip," Professor Birch said, gesturing to each of the Poké Balls. He lifted the glass case. "You may take any one you want. But you only get one."
Amber picked up the Poké Ball with the water droplet. "What's this one?" she asked.
"That one's Mudkip," Prof. Birch said, showing her a picture. It looked just like Hireki's Pokémon! Amber squealed and said, "This one, this one, this one- um, how do you take him out?"
"You throw it," Prof. Birch said nervously, because he was confused as to how this girl did not know this commonplace information.
"Okay, go Pokerman!" Amber cried. She threw Mudkip's Poké Ball out the window.
Far away, Deoxys and Poochyena arrived at the outskirts of Littleroot Town. "You go hide," he told Poochyena. The scruffy Pokémon ran off. When he was gone, Deoxys said, "If I'm in human territory, I should blend in."
Deoxys turned himself into a boy with red hair, brown eyes and a light blue T-shirt that read "DNA is cool" in red letters. He was now sporting a bright yellow, backwards-turned baseball cap.
Suddenly, a Poké Ball came flying out of nowhere and hit Deoxys in the head. Mudkip came out of the ball. He took one look at Deoxys.
"Fire hydrant! Yay! Kippu!" Mudkip cried. With that, he lifted his leg and…
Two minutes later, Mudkip ran off in the direction of Petalburg City. Deoxys was grumbling and mumbling and cursing at Mudkip as he headed into town. He would find an inn where he could wash the Mudkip urine off his leg, then, he'd find the girl.
"You idiot!" Prof. Birch yelled. "You lost Mudkip!" Prof. Birch sighed and said, "Okay, pick another one."
Amber picked up the middle Poké Ball. "What Pokerman is this?" she asked.
"It's Torchic," Prof. Birch said, showing Amber a picture of a fluffy chick Pokémon.
"It's so cute! I want it!" Amber said. "Go, Pokerman!" Amber proceeded to throw Torchic's Poké Ball out the window.
Deoxys was at the inn with a bucket of water, soap and a washrag. He was cursing the existence of Mudkip.
Suddenly, another Poké Ball hit him in the head. Torchic popped out and fell in the bucket.
"AHH! It's water! Water is evil! Chichi!" Torchic cried. Torchic pulled himself out of the water and turned to Deoxys. "Is that your water? Chichi!" Torchic asked sweetly.
"Why, yes it is, little Torchic," Deoxys said.
"You are an evil boy! A Torchic like me could have drowned! Watch where you put your water! Chichi!" Torchic yelled. And, as if to make a point, she torched Deoxys with Ember and ran away.
Deoxys went off to the Pokémon Center to get treatment for his burns.
Prof. Birch sighed. This was going on for a long time. "I guess I'll take this one," Amber said, picking up the remaining Poké Ball.
"That's Treecko," Prof. Birch said. He showed a picture of a small green lizard with a stick in its mouth.
Amber didn't like Treecko, but she wanted a Pokémon and if this was the only one left, she'd take it.
"Go, Pokerman!" she cried. And guess what she did with the Poké Ball?
Yep. Right out the window!
Prof. Birch was banging his head into the wall.
Deoxys was rubbing a smelly cream that Nurse Joy gave him on his burns. A third Poké Ball catapulted through the air and landed on Deoxys's head. Treecko came out of the ball.
Deoxys had enough with randomly appearing Pokémon that day. So, he decided to make a break for it. But, Treecko had other ideas. She hopped on Deoxys's leg and held tight. So, Deoxys ran around town with a crazy Treecko attached to his leg.
"Rayquaza, forgive meeeeee!!!!" he cried.
Prof. Birch was dumbfounded. This girl had gotten rid of all of his Pokémon. "Does this mean I don't get a Pokerman?" Amber said, sniffling and starting to cry.
Prof. Birch wanted to say, "Yes it does! Get out!", but he'd always been a sucker for little girls. Every time Girl Scouts came to sell him cookies, Birch would end up buying about a hundred cases for them, which was why he was overweight. So, he couldn't turn away this crying, eager ten-year-old girl.
He'd have to give her- THE Pokémon.
"Um, there's one left, but it's a mentally insane Pokémon," he said.
Amber stopped crying. "I don't care! Give me my Pokerman!" she cried.
"Um, okay…" Prof. Birch walked into another room. He returned with a Poké Ball that had a label that read "WARNING- Insane Pokémon- Do Not Release".
But, Amber didn't read the label. She tried to take the Poké Ball from Prof. Birch, but he held it back. "Um, I think I'd better throw it," he said.
And so, even though the Poké Ball clearly read "WARNING- Insane Pokémon- Do Not Release", Prof. Birch threw the ball anyway. There was a flash of light, and a small Pokémon that looked like a rabbit with plus signs on his cheeks appeared. The Pokémon shot sparks from his cheeks and said, "I'M FREE!", followed by maniacal laughter.
Amber looked at the Pokémon. "Kitty!" she said happily.
"No, it's a Plusle," Prof. Birch said.
"Kitty Plusle!" Amber squeaked. She hugged the Kitty Plusle. It was the best Pokémon ever!
Suddenly, Amber's body shook with a dull buzz. Kitty Plusle was mad and he was shocking her! When he'd stopped, Amber said, "Bad Kitty Plusle!" to the Pokémon.
"Yea, he's mentally insane, like I said, and I don't think he's suitable for a Trainer who throws Poké Balls out the window. So, I'll just take him back…" Prof. Birch reached down to grab the Kitty Plusle.
Amber grabbed Kitty Plusle's ear. This was her Pokémon. Her Pokémon. HER GAWD DANG POKERMAN!!!!! She wasn't going to let go that easily.
Prof. Birch grabbed Kitty Plusle's other ear. The two proceeded to play Kitty-Plusle-Tug-o-War. It was the hairy, forty-something-year-old hand of Prof. Birch versus the tiny vice grip of the ten-year-old girl.
"Ow, ow, OW!!!" Kitty Plusle cried. "What are you trying to do, kill me?!"
After about five minutes of this, the elderly hand of Prof. Birch began to slip. Thirty seconds later, he was forced to let go.
"Yay! Thanks! C'mon, Kitty Plusle!" Amber walked away with Kitty Plusle, whistling a happy tune.
But Prof. Birch had a secret weapon- Kitty Plusle's Poké Ball! He made a grab for the ball, then pressed the shiny center button to recall his Pokémon. But, by that point, Amber was halfway out of the lab.
GoggleMaster01- Again, I apologize for the delay. Hopefully, it won't be so long next time. Chapter 10 of my other fic will soon be up, along with Chapter 3 of this one. What will happen then? Stay tuned…