Chapter 2: The Starter

"Yeah that's just the way life goes you know. One day, your sitting under the trees dreaming about a Pokemon Journey and the next you're replacing a town with a chasm. I know you sharks are always going for the summary but, you'll have to wait for the rest of the story, sweetie. Now, where was I, my starter right?"

"I've always been a softie for heavy hitters. A duelist that strikes hard, but can take a hit even harder. Maybe it's in my family's blood, maybe they have a spiritual relationship with brawler types. Typhus was no exception to the rule, he was a mean Mudkip, a nasty Marshtomp, and a downright brutal Swampert…"

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I could barely control my excitement when I finally arrived by at home. It was as plain as ever, two storied and brick in all it's lame glory. I walked upto the door, creaking it open slowly, peeking in to make sure I wouldn't have observers of my incoming trial. I crawled into the doorway and headed up the stairs. One step at a time, padding my feet up the carpeted oak. I tried to be silent, but my nerves were all ablaze. I kept up my crawling, making sure to move an inch a minute as I went past an open door leading to my Uncle's Office. The second I broke past the threshold, and peeked a sliver of my room, I bolted inwards. Momentum carried me past my intended goal, and I was starstruck as I went head first into a wood surface.

Dizziness and inertia led me to trying to steady my feet. I gripped the bedpost, trying to stabilize myself and reorganize. A few moments later, the grogginess faded and my initial excitement returned. I was ready for anything in the acquired loot from the Professor's office, hiding my hopes against a Dragon, in fear I might get a Magikarp out of karma. I gript the small metal sphere I had kept stowed away, dried mud still stuck in my hair reminding me of the chase I had gone through to get keep it. I enlarged it first, a quick tap on the receiver, the sphere springing up to twice its original size. I could feel the humming, as the energy in the ball spiked and prepared for release.

I tapped it a second time, and the ball sprung to life, snapped open and a beam of pure white light erupted out of it. I could feel the small shock of recoil on my hands, and I could feel was amazement in the moment. That everything I had done was climaxing to this point, to this minute, this second.

And like all things, it immediately got worse.

I blinked as I examined the small blue shape on the beige carpet. I peered downwards, in hopes of jogging my memory of what pokemon I had acquired. In return, I received a hellish cry and it kicked to life, charging like a demon, amd torpedoing itself right into my stomach. With my own cry, I fell into a fetal position, trying to defend myself from my assaulter.

For a couple seconds, nothing happened. I split open my knees to look for the pokemon, and found myself regretting more and more actions that I had taken today. The shape again, saw such an action and took charge once again, implanting it's damp body, between my knees and headbutted my groin.

For the second time that day, I saw stars.

I pressed my back into the wood wall behind me and clasped my knees shut around the animal. I opened my eyes again to finally discover what kind of demon from hell this pokemon actually was.

It was rather bulky for it's small stature, with a long fin atop it's head. Orange, semi-stars protracted out of it's cheeks. Four small but muscled legs hung from it's simple arched lower body.

I had a Mudkip.

I was ecstatic, knowing the brute strength of the Swampert Line. I could already see it toppling Gym Leaders and Champions with me behind it shouting orders and directions.

Apparently, it saw that I was dozing off and took the opportunity to get free. I was brought back to the present, by it's constant wiggling for freedom as it tried to twist itself free from it's human prison

"How's it feel asshole? Not so tough are you once you're trapped?"

"Gyaaaaaaaaah"

A sudden burp, and a small bubble emerged from the beast's maw. I held back laughter from it's rather weak attempt to fight me off it. The bubble then floated towards me and promptly exploded. It felt like the water had come out of nowhere, but here I was, with my face promptly dripping water, and the murderous beast looking like it was preparing for another round.

"I think I'll name you Typhus"

"Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah"

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Rodney held the baseball bat tightly, crouched atop the bed, waiting for movement from below. His hands shook as they strained from holding up the aluminum bat for so long.

He'd been waiting for the beast to pop out from under the bed for over an hour now. The Mudkip had chased him around the room for a bit before Rodney had climbed up his bed and taken his baseball bat off the rack and when the Mudkip lunged for him, had given him a solid thwack.

The Mudkip had flown back, hit the wall with a solid crack, and had looked quite dead for a while before recovering, shaking it off and unleashing enough water to fill a small pool before charging under the bed Rodney was camping out on. Rodney had taken some blind swipes under the bed to no avail and the peek he took under awarded him with another faceful of water.

Rodney realized he didn't have much time until his uncle would come to check on him in his usual fashion. So in his typical fashion, he hopped off the bed, swung his arm back and waited.

Nothing moved for a second, but as Rodney strained his eye, he could make out a dark shape under the bed, wriggling and then tensing. In response, he prepared another swing, ready to knock the bastard into a sweet goodnight.

The Mudkip sprang out of the darkness at full speed, and Rodney let loose a strong swing expecting to hit the beast mid-leap. Instead, the Mudkip used it's agility to twist and glide the bat along its back flipper and suddenly, the only thing between him and the Mudkip was air.

The Mudkip's cheeks swelled up, and Rodney realized that another splashing was in his future. He dropped to the Floor and rolled to the side. The Mudkip unleashed a torrent and ruined another sector of his room unfortunately. Rodney scanned the room for the his eyes scanned the room, the Mudkip had grown still on the other side of the room. Trying to stare him down, growling every now and then. Rodney spotted the ball, just behind the beast and realized that the Mudkip was holding its ground.

He gript the baseball bat again and slowly stalked towards the Mudkip. Every step the animal tensed once again and again, constantly looking ready to leap at him and brutalize him.

Rodney however was quite done with their duel and charged. He sprinted across the room. The Mudkip leapt into action, generating momentum for another Headbutt probably. Rodney swung upwards and the Mudkip flew right into it.

The improvised uppercut caught the Mudkip by the jaw and flung him upwards and crashed on the ceiling of the room, before crashing to the floor as well. Rodney barely even checked the status of the fucker instead just rolling and grabbing the ball.

He whipped around and double clicked the sphere. The red laser whipped out and and shot out towards the stunned Mudkip. The Mudkip's cheeks swelled once more, but was engulfed to quickly to hit in a final shot.

The PokeBall snapped shut and a screen appeared over the front face. Rodney was grinning to himself imagining he'd beaten that Mudkip half to death just to prove he could. His jaw nearly dropped when he saw the Status Bar, with the Mudkip still being about 88% healthy.

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AN-

SWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWEEEET Jesus was that a struggle to make and release.

Not cause I didn't have the drive to do it, but simply because I'm lazy rip.

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