The Writing Wacko's! The Zarconizad....Cryeth?



Emerid, CTF, and Mew2 flopped down onto the hotel room couch, exhausted. They had been chased for an hour straight before managing to duck into an alley and sneak back to the hotel. Mew2 turned to Emerid, scowling.
"I cannot BELIEVE YOU! You just grabbed an Ancient Pokemon From Prof. Oak! YOU JUST STOLE A POKEMON!" She roared.
"Yeah, and that's MY Gig." CTF berated, whacking Emerid Upside the head.
"Well sorry! I didn't want the little guy to be poked, prodded, and studied! Besides, he looks cool." Emerid shrugged, rubbing his head.
"Hello? He's all of SIX INCHES TALL! A DUGTRIO IS BIGGER THAN HIM!! WHAT USE CAN A POKEMON THAT'S SMALLER THAN A CHILD'S TOY POSSIBLY HAVE?" Mew2 screeched.
"Well It doesn't matter if he's useful or not, it's all in how you look at it. He may ONLY be six inches tall, but that don't make him any less cool. See Watch!" He pulled out the Pokeball that contained Zarconizad and tapped the button, releasing the small pokemon onto the table in front of them. It looked at the three Trainers and roared.
"YOU WILL ALL BOW NOW, FOR ZARCONIZAD HAS RETURNED! HE WILL REIGN SUPREME OVER ALL YOU......ah screw it....I'M WORTHLESS! WAAAAHAAA!!!" Zarconizad fell to it's knees, sobbing. The Three trainers stared at the Once raving Pokemon, now reduced to a sobbing mess.
"*sniff* I'm only six Lousy inches tall......*sob* I'm Useless! I can't even light an old mans garments ablaze!" It curled up into a ball and continued sobbing, covering it's eyes with the claws.
"Uhm...But not an hour ago you were screaming about how you would kill us all...." CTF mumbled dumbly.
"IT WAS ALL A FRONT! I COULDN'T KILL A GRASSHOPPER! And Then those stupid Gahns had the nerve to seal me inside their infernal *sob* CaptureSphere.....JUST BECAUSE I'M A WEAK, INCOMPETENT, POWERLESS POKEMON AHAAAA!" It cried in a garbled tone.
"Gahns? CaptureSphere?" Emerid repeated Dumbly.
"What the hell is a CaptureSphere?" CTF Pointed to the Pokeball Emerid held.
"I think he's talking about one of these. Let us remember he IS over like a thousand years old....." CTF explained slowly.
"So Everything we might call modern that was used back then, might be called something different?" Mew2 asked.
"Exactly." Emerid leaned over to Zarconizad.
"Er....come on ZZ...Cheer up! You're not THAT useless."
"PROVE I'M NOT USELESS!" Emerid, CTF, and Mew2 thought a moment.
"OK Nothing pops to mind immediately....But I'm sure you have some talent somewhere in that scaley body." Mr. Emerid shrugged.
"See? I AM USELESS! A Magikarp has more power than me! That's just so sad I pity myself!" It wimpered, still sobbing.
"Well....er....Tell you what ZZ, You hang wit' me and The Two girls here, we promise to find something that you're not useless at." Emerid offered. Zarconizad looked up at Emerid, sniffling.
"You'd take a worthless Pokemon?"
"Cause it's not the first time he's done it!" Mew2 snickered. Emerid gave her a disdainful look, but nodded. Zarconizad jumped up and hugged lance around the neck, sobbing.
"OH THANK YOU THANK YOU! OH YOU ARE SUCH A NOBLE person! You're so nice! Waaahaaa! I know I'll alway's Dissapoint you, but i'll try not too!" Zarconizad Blubbered. Emerid just rolled his eye's and groaned.
"Very Nice Emerid. You got a Pokemon with an Inferiority Complex and absolutely no Self confidence whatsoever." Mew2 cackled.
"Notice how he alway's seems to get the screwed up pokemon?" CTF muttered, snickering.
"Screwed up or not...it's a very surprising choice in my scientific opinion." They all turned their heads at once, Seeing Prof. Oak at the Mini-bar, munching on what looked like a banana.
"How long you been standing there?"
"Oh about forty five minutes give or take."
"We got in here not twenty minutes ago..." Prof. Oak shrugged and bit into the banana.
"It didn'tht thake muth *gulp* reasoning to deduce that this is the place you'd return to after eluding the angry mobs. After running halfway down the street, I jogged back here and asked the Person at the front desk for a Key to your room. Interesting Band name In my opinion." CTF and Mew2 gave Emerid a dirty look, who shrugged meekly.
"This Mr. Emerid's choice to KEEP a extremely low level Pokemon such as this...Zarconizad....proves that he respects his Pokemon, and other Pokemon. Even going to such lengths as capturing this ancient Pokemon despite the knowledge that He would anger the scientific community shows that he is indeed a very brave person, albeit slightly dense. These Characteristic's show that he is indeed a very skilled Trainer." All of them Stared at Oak, before their jaws dropped in shock.
"NO! NO NO NO!" Emerid cried. Oak stepped back, a bit aghast at this behavior.
"Sure I respect my Pokemon Duh! Any good Trainer Does! BUT I DIDN'T CAPTURE THIS THING OUT OF RESPECT!" Emerid cried, Zarconizad hovering over to the table.
"Oh Gee Thanks Emerid...that really helps abade my feelings of self loathing and self pity." Zarconizad muttered sarcastically. Mew2 couldn't help but snicker slightly.
"I captured it because 1: It looks kick ass cool despite that a frickin' G.I. Joe is bigger than it. 2: You guy's were gonna experiment on it and 3: I think Fire Pokemon Kick ass." Emerid stated, ignoring Zarconizad's comment. Now it was Oak's Turn to stare dumbly.
"Well....er....Those are some...very...UNORTHODOX ...Reason. But to each his own I suppose." Oak muttered.
"Yeah well...Thank you for coming...now please leave." Mew2 said, Slowly pushing Oak towards the Door. She opened it and Shoved him out, locking it behind him and then turning to face her two...no Three now....Travelling companions.
"So.....What now?" She asked simply. Emerid looked at Zarconizad, then at the two girls.
"We get ready for Pewter's Pearl Rock Battle of the Bands Concert, that's what we do."