Sharto: Today we get to enjoy the music of the 80's.
Shuckle: I've heard many tales of these 80's you speak of. What was it like?
Sharto: Not a clue but they had some good music.
Tepig: This chapter seems a bit different . . . Sharto STILL doesn't own Pokémon.
Sharto: They'll understand later.
Shuckle: Let it begin!
It had been quite a journey for the rabbit Pokemon Bunnelby. Naturally it should have been a long task, but fortunately he had taken a path that was much less stressful.
Some would have focused solely on finding it. Bunnelby's approach had been much simpler; all he had done was live his life and wait for it to come.
Many stories had tempted him to search though. The taste, the texture, and above all the rarity had proved to be great temptations.
Still, he had preferred to wait and now he had achieved his goal. Mere inches away from him was the object that was praised by all and the object that had lured many into a false goose chase.
Directly in front of him was a Chestnut.
It was a rather easy thing to identify. Brown, spiky, and tough looking. Inside though was surely an amazing taste.
Reaching out Bunnelby soon found that it was just as sharp as it looked. A quick swat of his ear soon knocked the Chestnut down.
Such a simple thing to take down. Bunnelby thought. The challenge must lie in the chase.
He picked the Chestnut up. Obviously he couldn't bite into it. The spikes were simply too sharp for that. Peeling it seemed simple enough with so many places to grip.
It seemed though that the nut was designed to repel peeling. The spikes were perfectly angled, and occasionally serrated, to pierce the hand that tried to grip them.
It didn't take too many jabs for the Bunnelby to give up. He was after all a lone survivor. He'd traveled through forests deserts and mountains looking for a place to live. He knew when the energy wouldn't be worth it.
The forest nearby was a good place actually. It would be an annoyance that he couldn't make use of this spot but he could certainly get by.
So he set up his life there. It wasn't that bad of a life either.
The Chestnut he left lying on the forest floor. It never opened and let its seeds grow. It simply sat there in its dark, dank, and dirty patch of forest floor. It rotted inside. The outside was, for many years, completely normal.
One day though it finally broke. It was an ugly sight really. A black ooze would have described it well. By that time there was no one around to see it and it quickly eroded. After a single day there was no indication that it had ever been there. Its entire existence was nothing more than a waste of space.
Shuckle: What was the point of this?
Me: Like I said you'll understand in the future.
Tepig: You got too wrapped up in John Steinbeck didn't you?
Me: The idea came months ago, but yes.
Shuckle: When's the next chapter coming out?
Me: Considering the number of choices the anime has and the amount of time it usually takes to get a full team of six, I'd say about a year.
Tepig: Oh . . .
Me: I'll just have to focus on my 79 other ideas. In the meantime; CURSE YOU INACCURATE ENGLISH SUBS!
Shuckle: What was that for?
Me: The English sub I watched said Premier. Turns out Sylveon's trainer's name is actually something else. I like the sound of Premier better though so I'm not changing that.
Shuckle: Until next time.
Tepig: Please review, even if it's negative. Bye!