AN: hey there! Welcome to my fanfic! Please, tell me what you think, and all opinions are appreciated. I may be new to the site, but that's no excuse to go easy on me if you don't like it. This is, obviously, copyrighted by Disney and Nintendo and all that stuff.
Vanellope woke with a yawn, and slowly stretched as she got out of her bed. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she glanced around. Wasn't there a dog thing here when she went to sleep? Yep, it was over by the foot of the bed, so close she must've just barely missed stepping on it. Although it was laying down, it was far from sleeping. It almost seemed to be in pain.
"what happened to you..?" Vanellope mused quietly as she looked at the dog thing. It looked at her and let out a pitiful noise.
Without knowing it, she got down to the ground to look at it. It was only then that she got a really close look at the thing.
It's steel-like skull atop it's head was marked by the scratches and swipes of old struggles, and a slight crack emerged from the top left side. The steel bands around it's ankles were just as battle-worn. She could find no other visible signs of physical injury, but she guessed that all the marks were old and the thing had long since healed from any fights.
Then she realized what she was doing. "huh, I spend almost all day yesterday trying to get rid of you, only to wake up the next day and make a fuss over your being sick. I have to wonder though, how'd you get all those marks on your head?" The thing lifted it's head to look at her. It seemed to be asking it's own question to her.
"I'm leaving. Since I guess you won't be getting up anytime soon, I won't be followed." Vanellope said, and headed to the exit. She turned when she heard a whimper, and the dog thing struggling to it's feet. She sighed defeatedly and walked back to it, and it lay down again. It looked at her greatfully.
Sitting next to it, she eyed it warily. "this is just a one time thing, don't go thinking you can get attached. Just…just repaying the favor, I guess. I owe you one for yesterday. Yeah, that's it. When you feel better you can leave and I can be alone again. Just…a one time…thing…*yawn*" she barely finished the thought as she got cozy, propped up against the thing's side. It was not until about an hour later she woke up, when the dog thing got up slowly, looking nauseous.
"what's up with you- …oooh." Vanellope looked away as the thing emptied it's stomach into the hot cola.
Once it had finished, it looked very refreshed and came over to her, tail wagging.
"No way! Not till you have a mint or something, barf-breath!" she exclaimed, pointing the way to a small group of mint rocks. The dog thing tilted it's head and went over to the mints. Then it gently picked one up in it's mouth and brought it to Vanellope. After setting it on the floor, it proceeded to go about greeting her.
"I meant to eat it, blockhead." She says, rolling her eyes. The doglike thing went back to the mint, and licked it a few times. Then after seeing it was ok to eat, quickly swallowed it. Then it looked back at Vanellope, as if looking for praise after completing the task given to it.
"good job, you ate a mint. It wasn't rocket science." She said sarcastically. She once again went to the exit of the mountain, and the thing followed at her heels.
"you aren't going to stop doing that anytime soon, are you?" she asked it. When it shook yes, she asked another question. Maybe, just maybe, she would let it hang around…if only she knew it's motives. She would not be fooled twice by false friends. She would just try to discourage it from staying, and see how it reacted.
"why do you follow me around anyways? I know you don't seem too bright, but anyone can tell I'm not exactly popular around here." Bzzzt! Glitch. "see! That proves my whole point! Who follows the broken character around? I'll tell you, nobody!" she exclaimed, saying the word 'broken' bitterly.
She was about to begin her rant again, but the thing blew a puff of smoke at her face, cutting her off. Almost completely forgetting what she had been talking about, her attention was drawn to the smoke.
"whoa! How'd you do that?" she asked the thing.
Happy to have changed the subject, it turned it's head and let out a small stream of fire, scorching a nearby gumdrop. Soon it was reduced to a pile of smoldering ashes, smoke rising from where it stood. It was totally destroyed.
"cool!" she exclaimed. Then a thought struck her. "you've never actually…hurt anyone with that, right?" the thought was awful.
(POV. shift)
In a flash, every single bad thing she'd ever done crossed the houndour's mind. Stealing food, running away, snapping at the pound people…once she indirectly smashed a bar at Tapper's by making some large man named Ralph angry after stealing his root beer. But no, she had never tried to set anyone on fire that wasn't a pokemon. She shook her head no, and the girl let out a breath of relief.
"good, cause otherwise…..you wouldn't be able to help me out with something." The girl said decidedly, as if she just thought of an idea.
The houndour's ears perked up. Help her? This is her chance to make a good impression! Something told the houndour that if she messed up it wouldn't be all that good. The girl continued.
"I want you to go find some parts I need. I'm still working on the build, but I want to try and make a kart. I figure if you're just going to stick around anyways I might as well have you do that. It would speed it up some stuff, even though I don't need any help. I'm going to look for stuff near here. You probably don't know what you're looking for, so I'll try and say it simply: round things. Things I could use for tires. Got it?" the houndour nodded her head.
'Round things, got to find round things…' the pokemon thought as she set off. The dump wasn't too hard to find, and there were lots of things that looked like they could be tires. At first the pokemon just thought to pick up four and go. Then she noticed how broken most of them were. This could take a while.
(breakline/transition)
Finally, after half an hour, the houndour had picked the four safest tires she could find. She then set about rolling them to where she and the girl had split up, at a tree about a mile from the girl's home. The houndour wagged her tail at the thought of how maybe the girl would be happier when she brought the tires. After all, you can't have a mopey pack. Even if there's only two people in it. Err, technically one, anyways…
After a short while of rolling them, she came to a stop by the tree. The girl's scent had moved a bit to the east, she was looking for parts too. But something was off about it…there were familiar scents near hers…what were those scents from again? The houndour's eyes widened. 'Those scents! Those are the scents of those rotten other kids! They dare go near my pack?! I'll show them.' The houndour's demeanor had changed from shocked to downright threatening. As it has been said before, they get very protective, and when a dark type pokemon gets protective, there is no telling what fury will be released upon the unfortunate culprits of whatever was happening for revenge. Because when a dark type pokemon seeks revenge, it will stop at nothing to get it, and it will be a long and terrible time for those it seeks the revenge upon.
Racing towards the group of 3 kids ,the same ones as last time, who were so busy teasing the girl they didn't notice her, the houndour's guard hairs bristled. The girl noticed her though, and stared at her in a way that said 'don't do anything stupid.' Clearly the girl did not want them hurt, for whatever reason. The houndour backed away a little, to plan. Just how would she get those kids away from the girl without hurting them? How would she get adequate revenge on them for their terrible crime of being mean to the girl? She used nasty plot, and soon ideas came.
She would use moves, as if she was in a battle, but mostly just non-harming moves. Any moves used that could potentially hurt them would be aimed away or just used in a tuned down way, so it wouldn't hurt. She was going to scare them away, and boy ,oh boy ,did she have a nightmare planned for them, and a very long one... Time for some special effects.
Ten smokescreens later, the sky was entirely dark. Cries of panic arose from the terrible kids, but the girl, obviously being the only intelligent one, stayed quiet. The special effects weren't quite over yet, though.
Unleashing roar, which when used in battle, makes enemies try to flee(they couldn't because of the smoke though), scared them quite well. After that was done, she used a tuned down version of overheat, making it uncomfortably hot. Then scary face was used, and to the kids, was far, far more than just scary.
When the move scary face was used, the houndour's eyes glowed red, and the sudden sight of a snarling, red eyed beast was in front of the kids. The smoke was so thick the kids could see nothing but that pair of eyes. At least, until houndour used double team. Then the kids were surrounded by apparitions of the houndour using scary face, and glowing red eyes surrounded them. Using fire fang but not intending to bite anyone, the real houndour threw her head back and howled, then displayed teeth dripping with flame, and still with the red eyes and other affects of scary face in play. Snarling for added effect, the houndour snuffed out the move fire fang and stopped using scary face. The double team move's effect disappeared as well. The kids were completely in the dark again.
The houndour ran in wide circles around them, making threatening noises all the while and occasionally running to face off with one of the cavities close enough for them to see her. Then she had an idea.
Using flame charge, she lit her whole body on fire and ran in tighter circles around the kids until the flame went out. They were truly and completely terrified now(besides the girl, who was calm and actually giggling a little at the bad kids' reactions.), and the smell of urine as well as smoke was now thick in the air. Apparently more than one of them wet themselves. One had made a 'doody' in their pants as well.
When will-o'-whisp was used, small little faintly blue glowing ghostlike things appeared and floated in the sky. Paired with dark pulse, which made holes of darkness in the ground purely of dark aura, the will o' whisps disappeared into the ground. Finally deciding they had been thoroughly punished, the houndour left off with an ear-splitting roar, then used sunny day to clear the skies.
Those stupid little brats cleared the area so fast they might've set a world record, had they been timing it. They were screaming their heads off, and shouting 'm-monster!' at the top of their lungs. And the houndour relished in the sound of those awful kids being afraid of her.
Closing her eyes in enjoyment while the cries of fear could still be heard for just a moment before the kids were at least 3 miles away, the houndour soon opened them and turned back to check on the girl. She was still laughing, laughing so hard she kept doing that thing where she burst into code, and the houndour liked the noise of her laughter much more than the noise of the other kids' fear. There appeared to have been no damage done to her, and the houndour allowed herself to smirk and give a noise of laughter as well.
"did you see their faces?! They were so terrified, and, and, and, I think they wet themselves! They peed their pants like a bunch of babies! And I think Rancis made a special kind of chocolate as well if you know what I mean. And…" she burst into another giggle fit. It took nearly two minutes for her to stop, and even then she was still grinning at the thought. The houndour was pretty sure this was the first time she'd seen the girl smile, or laugh. And the houndour was glad to have helped cause it.
"thanks." The girl said sincerely, and the pokemon looked up with shining eyes.
"I think we're going to get along well, what do you think?" the houndour woofed her agreement, and then they were friends.
AN: yay! The humor part is here! And now they're friends. For the record, anything underlined is a move in pokemon games, for instance, scary face. The effects of the move should be in here, like what happens after it's used. Just in case, I'm making a list here.
Smokescreen: lets out a lot of smoke, restricting vision. Scary face: the pokemon makes the scariest face it can, and in houndour's case, the pokemon's eyes glow red. Roar: causes opponents to flee, or try to. Overheat makes the air around all opponents on field scorching hot, usually burning them(it was toned down to just make it uncomfortable rather than burn them). Double team: makes multiple apparitions of the pokemon using the move. These apparitions cannot move or use moves, but can hold the appearance of one taking effect on the actual pokemon, for instance, scary face. Flame charge: pokemon lights itself on fire and tackles something before the flame dies out. Will-o'-wisp: small ghostlike things appear and burn the opponent. The pokemon can sort of control the ghosts. Dark pulse: small circles of aura imbued with dark thoughts. Sunny day: causes the weather to be clear. Nasty plot: the pokemon thinks of bad things, usually in plot form. Fire fang: the pokemon lights it's teeth on fire, often with magma, and bites. the houndour didn't bite anyone though, just swallowed it baisically.
And that's the move dictionary. Anyhow, next chapter the pokemon will receive her name! It'll probably be night or smoky. Because that's pretty much all I came up with, and one (night) was a suggestion from Swiftshadow2000. Well, half a suggestion. Anyways, tell me what you think of the story! Thanks for reading!