This is my first Pokemon Transformation story I have ever written I hope you like it give me as many revive of what you thank of it both good and bad.^_^
Sorry for the let updating my Readers/Writers:( For now on.
I will update wean aver I can. So you all have to with for the next chapter.
I will make it up to you all in the next chapters of Curse of the Eevee Idol.
PS
This and the other chapters will be longer not just the new one now.^_^
(By 8TailFox)
Chapter 3 Dave!
A few minutes earlier...
BAANNGG!
The sound of a shotgun firing rang out from outside. I immediately jumped and hid behind some boxes. I waited there, peeking around the corner to watch the grey, double doors to the warehouse. Soon the doors opened, and someone entered the building from outside.
As the person got closer, I could see it was a boy. He was wearing a white T-shirt, green vest and and an old pair of blue jeans. When he got even closer, I began to recognize him. Sam? Well at least it's not a robber.
Well best let him know I'm here. Or, I could have some fun with him... I climbed up the shelf and waited for Sam to pass by. As he did, I began to follow him on the top shelf in the shadows. We were halfway to the middle of the warehouse when Sam stopped.
It is like a predator stalking his prey, I thought while I got ready to jump him. All I needed was the right opportunity.
At that moment, Sam sighed loudly, and said, "Dave..." Good enough for me, I thought. I leaped into the air in a crane pose.
"Secret ninja strike!" I yelled at the top of my voice.
At that moment my instincts kicked in. I squeezed my right hand to make a fist. I bent my knees then twisted around to face my assailant. I jumped upward, throwing my fist upward in an uppercut. The moment I hit his chin, I cried out, "SHORYUKEN!"
We were a few feet off the ground when he collided. When we hit the ground, I could imagine a referee in the back of my head yelling 'KO', followed by me striking a victory pose, which lasted 20 seconds.
As I snapped back to reality, I walked over to my KO'd assailant. I could see that it was Dave. I bent down on one knee, raise my hand up high, and brought it down with a SMACK.
"Ouch! That hurt man!" Dave said. "You didn't have to smack me you know!"
"Yeah well it's not my fault you tried to attack me from behind. What were you thinking?" I asked in an angry tone. I reached out and took Dave's hand, pulling him up to his feet.
"First off: It would be fun to scare you. And second: I was working on my ninja-in-the-shadow skills on you, Sam."
"But your master ninja skills have failed you under the master of video game martial arts. And ninjas don't cry out 'Secret Ninja Strike' out loud."
"Yeah, you do make a good point. Note to self; do not do that again. So what was that gunshot all about?"
I explained to Dave what happened with Mr. Lee and the statue he thought was a thief. He had a grin on his face the entire time. "So me and you are the only ones that are working today?" I asked.
"Yeah well it is a slow week. And," Dave put his hand behind his back, "they didn't bother to come in today. Hehe."
"Great. So we're on our own." I sighed, "Well, let's get this day over with."
Dave and I had been good friends from school. When I was still in school, I had a lot of friends, until my Dad got me kicked out with his whole money problem. Now he was stuck doing work here to help cover some of his Dad's debt. So life sucks.
When I started working for Mr. Lee, the staff was small and looked mostly in their fifties. I made a few work friends, but we only really made small talk. So it was pretty boring, until Dave came.
It turns out Mr. Lee is getting old, and needs help, what with his poor eyesight and naïve manners. Dave got a job at the Senior Center, and had gotten to help out Mr. Lee at his warehouse. So now he has to work here and see me every day.
As we walked toward the middle of the warehouse, I began to categorize the boxes, and Dave moved them. Our work area had four old wooden tables and several different kinds of chairs. Dave's favourite one was the one that he could spin around in. I usually just sat on a stool.
As the day went on, the blue sky slowly turned orange as the sun began to set, ending the day and beginning the night.
"There! We're finally done categorizing and organizing the unclaimed boxes!" I said. I looked down at my watch, and was surprised to see it was already 9:42pm. I got my stuff ready to head home, when I noticed Dave looking at a box labeled with a big red X while holding a crowbar in his right hand. "Uh, Dave? What are you doing with that crowbar?"
"Oh, this thing? Nothing. Nothing at all." He said happily. "I'm just going to open one of these boxes and keep whatever booty is inside. Is that okay with you, Sam?"
"Ah. Sure, you do what you need to do." I turned and took a step before stopping. My processed what Dave had said, and I quickly turned back around to face him, "Wait, what? Dave! You're stealing from Mr. Lee! How could you?"
Dave turned his head to face me, "I'm not stealing. Mr. Lee said to me, 'If you work hard, you and your friend can have whatever is in one of the unclaimed boxes.'"
My jaw hung, "Huuh? There is no way that Mr. Lee would say that."
"That is true. But what if I made a deal with him?"
"Deal? What deal?" I asked.
"I will show Mr. Lee the powers of the Internet and eBay, and how to use the camera I let him borrow, and he will let me and someone else each take one box and whatever's inside, once he makes a good sale."
My eyes opened wide when I finally understood, "So you were the one to get Mr. Lee to try and sell all of his stuff. I was wondering where he got that camera."
"Yes yes, it was my idea. But look on the bright side. Somewhere among these boxes, there has to be a treasure. Like from that movie with that guy with the hat and the whip. And don't you want something to help pay off your dad's debt?"
He does make a good point, if we do find something good, we might be able to get a lot of money, and Mr. Lee did say we could take one box each. As I thought about it, Dave has already picked out a box for me. He handed me the box, which was about the size of someone's torso. It weighed quite a bit. The moment I had it, I got a bad feeling.
Dave Character:All-right
Dave Character:finally I am in this story
Dave Character:YAY ME^_^
Sam Character:OK Dave you got your wish
Sam Character:you are finally in the story
Sam Character:what are you going to do now?
Dave Character:will first off I am going to give the author a surprise gift for being late on updating the chapter.
Dave Character:eh eh eh eh eh eheheh-hahahahah(Evil laughing)
Author:(At the home of the Author)my pencil broken followed by(Shudder) I just felt a disturbance in the force
Dave Character:and second sam, we will see what the author his plans in the next chapter of Curse Of The Eevee Idol (ECHO)
AuthorNote: The "voices" at the end of the chapters? well to answer that question the last part of chapter one two and three are like a conversation between the Author and his Characters. In this I even try to add a bit of humor in the conversation so you get a bit of their funny side. But it has nothing to do with the main story.
Sneak peek in the next's chapter of curse of the eevee Idol: "Mr Lee is that you"? "Who is this Mr Lee you speak of mortal Humans" Yikes that is so not Mr Lee
Thank you Icepokemon814(2X), tam007, Foxyjosh, nujum, Stolloss, flarafeon, trherring, IcecreamSyndrome(3X) and The-Black-Cuno for reviews my last chapter's and tell me what you think of my characters and what kind of new characters should I create in the future of this story.
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