Hidden Machines
Author's Note: I'm so sorry for not updating, but hopefully I'll be able to make it up to all you readers in these next few chapters!
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon.
TM Override: Only Sweet Once
"I hate finding Burmy," sighed Lucas, once again slathering a tree with honey for what seemed to be the fiftieth time that day. "They're so annoying. And half the time, a Wurmple just comes and eats all the honey. I've gone broke over honey, of all things."
He sighed again and left the tree to its own devices, prepared to check on it in a few hours...
Meanwhile, Dawn happily pranced along the route. And when Dawn is happily prancing, you should be nervously trying to get as far away from her location as possible.
"Shaymin, come on out! Let's see you use your epic Sweet Scent attack!" called Dawn, skipping into the air and spiraling around before finally throwing the Poké Ball. A small, green, hedgehog-like Pokémon popped out, shyly sniffing the grass. As it inhaled, a stream of pink dust flew out of the flowers on its head, creating a localized sandstorm of sweet-smelling powder.
Dawn, of course, simply left her mess behind her and left to spread terror and despair—err, happiness and joy—to the rest of the region.
A few hours later, Lucas came back to check on the tree. He smelled the fragrance of flowers and a lovely, sweet scent that did not seem to be in the area beforehand. He smiled. Maybe he would finally catch a Burmy from the tree.
Strangely enough, he smelled the scents of nature, but apparently could not hear the ominous buzzing issuing from the tree.
And so, nearing the tree, he gaped as, not just one, but four Burmy were furiously eating away at the honey he had left there earlier.
"Amazing," he whispered, careful not to disturb the Burmy. "This is definitely my lucky day."
He pulled out a few Poké Balls and threw them at the Burmy (still not disturbing them; or so he says...). They jumped and shrieked (with their tiny, pointy mouths) as they were sucked into the spheres.
Unfortunately, the shrieks seemed to have woken the rest of the Pokémon that had flown to the tree after being attracted by a certain Sweet Scent.
Lucas picked up the Poké Balls triumphantly. He then straightened up and came face to face with many, many, many stingers.
Needless to say, he screamed and ran.
Extra:
"So I got stung by a lot of things," Lucas explained through stinging cheeks, wincing with every movement. Dawn sat vapidly in front of him, nodding serenely while tuning out everything he said.
"It was on Route 209," Lucas added.
"Route 209? I was just there yesterday," Dawn said wistfully. "It was nice. And then I had my Shaymin use Sweet Scent."
Lucas made no comment as the words clicked in his head.
"Think it had anything to do with whatever you've been talking about?" asked Dawn mildly.
Lucas' eyebrow twitched. "Why, of course not, Dawn, it couldn't have anything to do with you!"
"Good! I'll be leaving now, because, no offense, but you're boring," Dawn cheerfully said. "See ya!"
"GET BACK HERE!" roared Lucas, who immediately regretted it as his face suddenly burned. "All because of you, I have stings and welts on my arms, legs, face, back, and places that I don't even want to think about! What do you have to say for yourself?"
"Can I think about those places?"
"NO!"