Chapter Two
Patrick's eyes widened in amazement. Never before, he has seen anything so unbelivable. He was in Pallet Town.
Patrick took a big gulp of air. "The air..." he exhaled. "The air...doesn't bother me." He took a couple of more huffs and puffs. The astonished sea critter slowly walked through the town, switching his head in all sorts of directions. This place is amazing! He thought. His eyes roamed across the clear blue sky. He watched some Pidgey gracefully soar. Patrick was actually smart enough to identify pokemon on his own, believe it or not.
A sudden shriek startles Patrick.
"AAAAHHH! IT'S A MONSTER!"
"Huh?" said Patrick, turning around.
A woman ran off screaming for her life, repeating the word 'monster' over and over again. She went on a rampage. This woman knocked on every door of each house she saw. "I SWEAR! A MONSTER IS OUT THERE TO GET ME!!!" Her shouting was insane.
"Stop scaring my children, you moron!" a young mother yelled in reply. She was perched up on the balcony of her house, while her kids were crying their eyes out behind her. "If you keep that up, I'll call the police!"
But did the rampage woman listen? Of course not! She immediatley then started forming a mob. Some farmers with pitchforks, others with flame torches, and even some brave teenagers.
Our starfish friend wasn't aware of the situation that was occuring. Instead, he was deep in thought about his first starter pokemon. Charmander, Squirtle, or Bulbasaur? Hmm..it was going to be a tough decision to make. He also needed to decide if he wanted to have some other travelers accompany him while he did his journey. And then...there was the food. Oh my God... Patrick just remembered he didn't pack! He had no knapsack or anything - Patrick was quite upset.
He was about to have a tantrum, but it was cut off when a deep voice declared, "Get him!"
Patrick was horrified. "W-w-what do you people want?"
One of the teenagers spoke up. "You're the monster, isn't that right? It's too bad we will have to destroy you!"
All at once, the mob blabbered on and on, as they crowded around Patrick...the so-called monster.
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"Proffessor Oak, are you sure he's okay?" a voice asked.
"I'm sure," replied another voice. "He'll wake up soon! No doubt about it."
-Patrick-
Darkness...what's that? Voices? They sound pretty friendly. Wait a minute. Am I dead? And am I in heaven? And there are angels around me? Oh my...but I never imagined Heaven to be so dark. And how come I can't talk? This is strange. I guess that mob killed me. ...Huh? I think the angels are talking to me again.
"Oh look, he's waking up!" one of the angels said.
Patrick drowsily fluttered his eyes open. He felt sore all over. Then he realized he wasn't in heaven.
"Who are you people?" asked Patrick.
There were two humans who were standing nearby a cot, where Patrick was now sitting up.
"We saw some people attacking you, but I informed them that you were a undiscovered species of a pokemon. My convincing worked well, but -" the man was cut off by a black-haired boy.
"..It was too late. Someone threw a torch at you. So me and the proffessor immediatley took you to the lab to help your burns. You were a little bit unconscious, though." He said. The boy looked up at the professor who had a stern look on his face.
"I guess you're ok now," the professor told Patrick. "Bye the way. My name is Professor Oak. And this is Ash Ketchum - future pokemon master!" Patrick looked at the two humans with curiosity.
"But I'm not a pokemon," replied Patrick. "I'm a starfish from Bikini Bottom."
Ash raised an eyebrow at Patrick. "Bikini Bottom?" He laughed lightly. "You got to be kidding me!" He chuckled once more, and shook his head at the professor.
Professor Oak grinned, making his eyes friendly.
"Patrick," he began. "If you really are from Bikini Bottom, then how did you get here?" he placed a hand on Patrick's shoulder.
Patrick tapped his chin and thought. "Teen People!" He exclaimed. "Yeah, that's it! Teen People!"
A loud, deep laugh erupted from Proffessor Oak. "Teen People, eh?" he asked sounding sarcastic. "The magazine, you mean?"
Ash sighed hopelessly. He couldn't belive he was wasting his time at the lab with some hard-headed starfish idiot.
Patrick quickly changed the subject and said, "Anyway, you don't know how happy I am to be here. You see. I came all the way to Pallet Town to become a pokemon trainer!"
AWKWARD SILENCE
A couple of short laughs escaped from Ash's mouth. "Please, don't talk any more!" He clutched his stomach, laughing like a maniac. "You are way too funny!" For thirty seconds, the professor and our starfish friend listened to a musical of laughter. As the seconds flowed by, the professor had enough.
"Ash," he firmly said. "Stop your laughing this instant. If Patrick wants to be a pokemon trainer, then he will be." Oak smiled at Patrick and winked at him. Ash stopped his laughing.
Patrick smiled back. He also tried to wink as well, but he had some trouble. So he covered one of his eyes with his hand, and left the other open. The professor chuckled.
"May I suggest you become a comedian, too?" Oak grinned.
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Three pokemon were perched up on top of a blue table: Bulbasuar, Charmander, and Squirtle
Patrick Star studied these three creatures by observing their behaviors. Charmander was cutely smiling at Patrick, while Squirtle was dancing. Bulbasaur looked bored.
"So have you decided yet?" Professor Oak, asked.
Patrick turned around facing Ash and the proffessor. "Yes," he claimed. "I know exactly which pokemon to pick."
Short. Oh, well.
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