Chell was in a bad mood as she walked up to their neighbor's house and knocked on the door. 'I bet no one will answer me, too. I hate this godforsaken town…' Just then, a lady opened the door hurriedly, a big smile on her face. Literally, she looked like this: .
"Hi! Oh, you must be the new kid! My little Brendan was so excited to have a new friend move in! Why don't you go meet him!" She then shoved Chell unceremoniously up the stairs and into this so called 'Brendan' s room. And locked the door. To be honest, Chell half-thought the woman would bind her to a chair and stick a gag on her.
'What the hell is UP with this place?' Chell growled and then noticed a small ball about the size of an orange on the floor. Half of it was red, and the other half was white, and there appeared to be a button on it. Wait, was the button red? No? Sweet, then it was okay to press! Her hand drifted over, and two seconds before she could press it-
"HEY! Who are you and WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM? THAT'S MY - oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell… Who are you?" He asked as he retrieved his ball. Well, Chell thought, it was a long shot, but here goes…
I'm Chell. I'm… very new here. Are you Brendan, by any chance? She signed, hoping fervently that he knew how to read ASL. Unlike her supposed 'mother'.
Brendan studied her face a moment, then spoke. "Yes, I am Brendan. So… you don't talk?" Chell shook her head. "Huh. When I heard about you being a gym leader's kid and all that, I was positive you'd be a guy… Oh well! So, you just turned 10?" Chell looked confused for a second, and then it dawned on her. This kid was the same height as her. And there were no mirrors in sight.
'Well, CRUD! It's bad enough I get shoved into this freaky place, now I'm 10 YEARS OLD! COULD THIS DAY GET ANY WORSE?' Chell screamed in her head. She signed to Brendan, Yes, I just turned 10… What's that in your hand? She signed, wanting to change the topic before Brendan noticed her hesitance to sign her age.
"Oh, this? It's a Pokéball. It catches Pokémon. Do you have a Pokémon yet?" He asked. Chell shook her head. "Aw, do you want me to catch one for you? Oh, wait!" He glanced down at his watch. "I'm supposed to help Dad with some fieldwork. See ya later!" He ran out of the room, stopping only to pick up something else on his desk. Chell sighed.
'I'm going to have to follow him, aren't I?' She trudged down the stairs, out the door, and towards the tall grass outside the town. There was some short kid with glasses over there. 'Wonder what got him so worked up?' mused Chell as she wandered over to him.
"Oh no! Professor Birch was attacked by a wild Pokémon! What should I do…" Chell, after hearing this , decided that a Pokémon was a type of animal. At least, she hoped so, and that the Prof. wasn't being attacked by like, a giant carrot with an attitude problem. She took off towards the sound of screaming and eventually came to the Professor, being attacked by…
A little raccoon?
'Aww!' Thought Chell. 'That's so cute! Why is he so sca-' She fell silent as she watched it try to get a chunk out of his leg. 'Not so cute anymore…' thought Chell as she tried to keep from getting sick.
"Oh! There you are! Please help me! There's a Pokéball in that bag!" he screamed, before resuming trying to not be eaten by the killer baby raccoon. In the bag? Oh, that one over there. She looked in it, seeing 3 Pokéballs inside. She could see the ones inside. The first one was some kind of chicken with a flame-like crest on its head. *TORCHIC*, the ball read. Hm. The next one looked like an upright green gecko. Its ball said *TREECKO*. The last one was a sort of mud fish looking thing, with orange gills on its face and a big fin on its head. Its ball read *MUDKIP* 'Hmm… which one should I choo-' The Mudkip's face had lit up upon seeing her… and now it was WAVING! WHAT? She thought without a second doubt that this one was more intelligent than the rest, and plucked its Pokéball out of the bag. She pushed the button on it, and the little Pokémon jumped out.
['Ello!]
Chell was shocked. Did that thing… talk? And in a British accent?
[Oh my god, you're here too! That's bloody awesome! Well, not the being stuck here part, but… Oh, you know what I mean! It's just great to see you again!]
Oh, no. It couldn't be. It just… HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE IN SPACE! AND NOT A MUDKIP-THING!
The professor gave a shrill shriek, reminding Chell that she had work to do. She set Wheatley down on the ground and pointed at the raccoon that was at this very moment attempting to remove the fact Birch was a guy.
[You want me to… battle?] A worried expression crossed Wheatley's face, effectively rendering him the most adorable thing on Earth. [But I'm not very good at it…] Chell decided to change tactics, adopting a pleading expression. [Aww… Okay! I'll try! For you, Chell!] Wheatley declared, and charged into the fray, hitting the raccoon square in the side. For about 2 minutes, they went at it, leaving Chell wondering how they weren't suffering brain damage. After 30 more seconds, Wheatley rammed the raccoon into a tree. As it lay on the ground, twitching slightly, Wheatley ran up to Chell.
[How did I do? Did I do good?] Wheatley asked, and Chell picked him up and squeezed him. It was the closest she could get to 'Heck yes, Wheatley! You PWNED that raccoon thingy!' Without being able to talk. However, he seemed to get the message. [Aww…] he said, blushing. Chell headed towards the professor, Wheatley tight in her arms, as she thought, 'Well THIS just got a whole lot more interesting!'
A/N: For those of you who guessed Wheatley, you were right! Wheatley the Mudkip… dawww. But as for the next character… why do you think this is filed in Pokémon under "Mew"?
