Hey peeps! Hope you enjoy this second chapter. Feel free to suggest any Pokemon you'd like to see show up in the real world, along with any random ideas or thoughts you have. :B
I woke up outside of my house.
What the hell? I thought. I surveyed my surroundings, and gasped when I noticed that my bedroom roof had decided to join me on my front lawn.
"Mom? Dameon? Tiffany?" I called, but to my avail, there was no response. "Hello? Anyone?"
Then I saw a golden tuft of hair sticking out from behind the roof. "Tiffany? Is that you?" I called again.
And, call me crazy, but I could swear I heard something calling out, "Jolteon."
"I looked at waaaaay to many Pokémon last night," I said to myself. "Jeez. Tiffany! Dameon! Mom!"
"Jolteon?" And there, I saw, with my own two eyes, the eeveelution with my own two eyes. "What the hell?" I thought again, though this time out loud.
"Jolteon!" the creature cried, and then took off down the dusty road.
"Wait!" I screamed. "Come back!"
As I chased it, I started wondering if I had finally done it, gone muy loco, and now I was locked up in an insane asylum as my family shook their heads wondering what happened. Was I really running down a road, chasing a Pokémon, or being restrained to a chair and being injected with some kind of relaxant?
Thud.
Well, that pain seemed rather real.
I looked up in time do see a quite realistic Steelix staring down at me, with a world of anger in its eyes, and just a hint of amusement.
"Hey there, you… real thing, you," I tried. "I'm just going to step around you, and…"
"Steelix!" it bellowed. Suddenly, it whipped its tail back (shattering my neighbour's house) and a yellow energy started to build up in its mouth.
"Um… sorry, I was… Oh, shit." I booked it halfway down the road for what seemed like a year, and the Steelix thrust its gargantuan head upwards and started tunneling underneath my feet. Instinctively, I reached for some kind of Pokéball. When I found nothing around my waist, I cringed, realizing how stupid the notion was, and sprinted a dead right just as the behemoth smashed through concrete and let out, what I assumed was, a Dragonbreath.
"What the hell is happening?" I screamed, running into the woods near my house, desperate the maybe it won't follow me there.
It did, of course.
"Leave me alone, you scrap heap!" I yelled, pissing myself at the same time. Hey, I'm not a liar. "Anyone?"
"Flareon!" I heard, just as the jaws of Mr. Happy were about to close around me. "FLar… eon!" Suddenly a fire ball burst from the wilderness around me, and hit the Steelix in the face (heh heh). Instantly, it fell to the ground with such force that several trees fell.
"Flareon?" I called. "Jolteon? Hello?"
"Eevee!" I heard.
A miniscule tuff of brown fur came bounding out from where I couldn't see, with a red and white sphere in its mouth.
It spewed the Pokéball out of its mouth, and into my hand. "Do you want me to catch you?" I asked it, but it was already distracted by some ants marching around a flower.
"Uh… Okay. Go, Pokéball?" I half-asked, half-said as I hurled the thing at the Eevee. The capsule bounced off, opened, and Eevee was instantaneously turned into red energy and captured inside.
"Okay, cool," I said, still wondering about that asylum theory.
